Off Camera

Three matches—two wins were given to Alicia, one in WWH and one in Honor. We discussed and planned those matches privately, agreeing that Alicia would win both times. Then came the match in SCW—this one wasn’t predetermined or discussed beforehand. The winner would be decided by whoever was the better wrestler that night.

That match happened. And since it was based on skill, not a worked outcome, the result was clear. But that’s when the true colors of a sore loser showed. Alicia couldn’t handle the loss and completely went off script, breaking character and throwing a public Twitter meltdown. They ranted about having screenshots of conversations with the owners—threatening to make them public. Why? Because instead of accepting the loss with respect, after being put over freely twice, they chose to be a pathetic, disrespectful person instead.

That was years ago, and to this day, they have never reached out to admit they acted out of line or that they were wrong. They never apologized—because they meant every word of what they said. So, any respect I once had for them died years ago and has never returned.

It’s crystal clear with this person: they must win—or else. I have better things to do than waste my time on someone like that. And trust me, I’m being nice about this—because if I spilled everything I know about them, they’d be crying about it later.

So, take this win. We both already know who the better wrestler—and person—is.

On Camera

The scene opens with Song standing alone inside an empty training ring. The lights are dim, the atmosphere quiet but heavy with meaning. She leans against the ropes, taking in the space before turning to the camera.

Song: Every journey has its final stretch. Every fighter, no matter how strong, eventually reaches a point where it’s time to move on. And this Sunday, I step into that ring knowing it’s one of my last matches here.

I’ve fought battles in this company that tested me in ways I never expected. I’ve bled, I’ve pushed myself, I’ve stood toe-to-toe with the best—and every single time, I gave it everything I had. But more than the wins, more than the moments inside the ropes, the thing I’ll carry with me the most is you—the fans.

Your energy, your voices, your passion—it has meant more to me than I can ever express. You’ve lifted me up, challenged me, and reminded me why I do this. And so, this Sunday, I don’t step into that ring to prove anything. I step into it to give you one final match to remember.

I won’t hold back. I won’t hesitate. I won’t change who I am.

One last time—let’s make it unforgettable.

Song steps away from the ropes, rolling her shoulders as the camera slowly fades to black.

The scene opens up with Justin Smith standing in outside the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Colorado to enjoy the park. Before he looks around, he decides to call his friend and former trainer Casey Williams

Justin-Hey Casey, looks like I am in a Pin the Jackass gauntlet match, whatever that means, for the Roulette championship, against reigning champion Logan Hunter, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and some random entrant. What do you think my chances are?

Casey-I think you have as much a chance in that style match as anyone else, as it’s a matter of who can do what it takes to “pin the jackass”!

Justin-I am not too sure, as I haven’t had much luck against Bill, and lost to Logan in his debut match, and have no idea who this mystery entrant is.

Casey-I know, and I should expect you to be confident in yourself despite your record.

Justin-Yeah, and I will do my best to win the match, regardless of what needs to be done.

Casey-I’ll send Dying Breed and Hitamashii to train with you.

Justin nods and waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can continue his conversation as the scene fades to black.

The next day, Justin is seen at his hotel room, getting ready to go to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.

Andrew-You’re late!

Justin-Sorry, got lost and stuck in traffic.

Ivan-Let’s work on some different techniques.

Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]

Andrew-At least your skill set can hopefully shine in this “Pin the Jackass” match!

Justin-How so?

Ivan-You are known for your power and speed, right?

Justin-Yes.

Andrew-Let us see how we can use that to your advantage in this match, given some of the guys are more agile than you.  Let’s see you do a frog splash.

Both Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin attempts the frog splash onto Ivan.

Andrew-That’s good. Now I want to see you try it again.

Justin and Ivan get into position again and Justin hits the frog splash with more ease than the first time.

Andrew-Good job!

Dying Breed and Hitamashii continue working with Justin as the scene fades to black.

Later that night, Justin is seen at the Street Car 520 for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents in Logan Hunter, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and the mystery opponent.

Justin- Logan, you know what would be awesome and the best way for me to avenge my loss from your debut match? Defeating you and taking that Roulette championship from you.  You can disregard me all you like, but I am going to cause the upset of the century when I am victorious in this match and become the true Roulette Champion.  There is nothing you can say that hasn’t already been said, and I am not afraid of you, and since I have already faced you before, I know what is coming, so I can prepare for anything from you.  Why do you think I am adding more moves to my move set? To keep everybody guessing, as they won’t know what to expect from me.

Justin smiles as he orders the Sticky Bear as his drink, which has Barenjager honey whiskey, lemon, ginger beer and a blueberry simple syrup as he turns to call out “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart next.

Justin-Bill, we meet again.  I know what you’re capable of more than everyone else in this match, as I have faced you before, and like I said to Logan, I know you better than you know yourself, and am not afraid of what you can do.  I can read you like a book and am willing to got do whatever it takes to become roulette champion.  I don’t think you’re ready to regain the roulette champion. You are a shell of the man you once were, especially from the stories that Casey Williams used to tell when I was training with him. I lost respect for you after facing you because you were not the man he made you up to be.

Justin cackles and then he orders the seared tenderloin, which comes with creamy potatoes, squash and zucchini, a compound butter and Demi glace for his entree. He turns his attention now to the mystery opponent in the match.

Justin-Mystery entrant, you may be the biggest threat in this match, or you could be someone like The Troll, and then it becomes a much easier match for everyone else involved.  I am not going to speculate who you are, but I am going to do whatever it takes to win the Roulette championship, and there is nothing nobody can do about it. I know that either you will be a big threat in this match, or the weakest link. There is no middle ground.  When all is said and done, I hope to be the one who runs the gauntlet and comes out the other side the new Roulette Champion, despite all odds. Everyone looks at me as the weakest link in this match, and I will do everything in my power to prove them wrong, and what better way than win this match and claim my first title.

The scene fades to black with Justin hums his theme song “Madness” after ordering the caramel churros for dessert and enjoys the rest of his night in Colorado Springs.

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 9 al 15 de junio de 2025

How do you like me now?

Last week, I did what legends do—I retained the Bombshell Internet Championship, against the very woman who thought she could take this title from me. Bella Madison showed up, talked a big game, but when the bell rang? Reality hit hard. And spoiler alert: I’m still standing, still shining, still the one everyone’s chasing in this division.

You see, some people come back with all kinds of excuses—“what ifs,” “almosts,” and “destinies” that never quite pan out. But last week wasn’t about stories or second chances. It was about proving who belongs at the top. And I proved it. Again.

Last time, Bella said I caught her on a bad night. Honey, I catch people on their best nights, their worst nights, and every night in between. That’s what happens when you’re the standard—when you’re Mercedes Vargas. Let’s see what kind of excuse she invents now, after being humiliated twice in three weeks. She claimed she was coming for me with nothing left to lose. Well, I took her title, her pride, and her last shred of respect—and crushed it all under my stilettos.

Transitional champion? You’re damn right. I am the transition—the before, the after, and the always. I’m the bridge from forgettable to legendary. I’m the trend. I’m the headline. I’m the legacy everyone else is chasing. I paved the road she’s stumbling down, and last week, I reminded her exactly who’s in charge.

She wants to talk fate? Fate didn’t put her in the ring with me, and it sure as hell didn’t save her from the beating I delivered. And when she was lying flat on her back, staring up at the lights, she remembered and realized fate wasn’t her enemy — it just wasn’t on her side.

I’ve crushed Bella’s dreams, silenced her excuses, and now it’s time to turn my attention to the next in line. Because when you’re at the top, there’s always someone else coming for your crown. This week, it’s Lilith Locke.

Let's not pretend you’re the first to try and make a name for yourself at my expense, Lilith. Every few months, someone new creeps out of the shadows, convinced they’re the one to finally crack the code. They all come in with their own flavor of bravado—some loud, some mysterious, some just desperate for attention. You? You prefer the mysterious route. The cryptic tweets, the dramatic entrances, the way you linger in the background just long enough to make people wonder. I’ll admit, it’s a cute gimmick.

You call yourself the “Queen of Shadows,” as if hiding in the dark ever scared anyone. I’ve seen shadows before—they vanish the second the lights hit. And I am the brightest, most blinding light this division has ever seen. I’m the history-maker, the standard-bearer, the name etched on every accolade, every championship, every milestone that matters.

Some wrestlers build their legacies on moments; others, like me, build them on milestones. You’ve had your moments, Lilith—those flashes of brilliance, those “did you see that?” nights that get people talking. But when the dust settles, and the division needs a champion to carry it forward, they don’t look for the one who hides in the shadows. They look for the one who’s always there, week in and week out, setting the standard. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

You know, Lilith, it’s almost poetic how you’ve managed to build a name for yourself by being unpredictable. People talk about you like you’re some unsolvable riddle, a puzzle that no one’s managed to crack. But here’s a little secret—mystery only gets you so far. Eventually, the lights come on, the curtain falls, and the audience sees the act for what it is. And when that happens, all that’s left is what you can actually do in the ring. But let’s get real for a second. Last Sunday, you didn’t just try to make a statement—you took a cheap shot. Attacking me from behind? That’s not the move of a queen, or even a contender. You're just a girl, not yet a woman. That’s the act of someone who knows she can’t win face to face. We're going to be face to face this time. You will not make an example of me. You will not bully me. And you are certainly not going to sneak up on me again, mamita. You sent a message you say? No, no, no. You DISRESPECTED an SCW Hall of Famer. You know what I do with disrespect? I light a fire up under your ass.

I've been watching you for a while now. You move through this division like a rumor—whispered about, never quite proven, always lurking just out of sight. There’s a certain charm to that, I suppose.

Some people are content to be the question mark in the story, the mystery that never quite gets solved. I, on the other hand, prefer to be the headline everyone remembers. I’ll give you this—you’re talented. But you’re stepping into my world now. You bring chaos, I bring order. You play games? I end careers. When the bell rings, all the darkness you hide behind won’t save you. You’re not facing just another opponent—you’re facing Mercedes Vargas, and that means you’re facing the end of your story and the beginning of another chapter in mine.

So, Lilith, when you step into the ring with me, you’re stepping into the harshest truth of your career. No shadows, no secrets, just you—exposed, outclassed, and outmatched. The whole world will be watching as I tear down your illusions and leave you broken in the spotlight.

Because when it’s all said and done, the only thing anyone will remember is that you stood across from greatness—and the only shadow you’ll see is the one I cast as I walk away, champion as always, leaving you in the wreckage.

See you in the ring, Lilith. Try not to disappear before the lights go out.


L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

INT. LOCAL DINER – EVENING

[The neon sign outside the local diner flickers, casting a restless blue glow through the window and onto the worn linoleum floors. It’s the kind of place where the coffee is always hot, the waitresses know your name, and the booths have seen more secrets than most confessionals. Mercedes Vargas sits in a battered booth near the back, her championship belt tucked securely in her gym bag at her side. She traces the rim of her coffee mug with a tired finger, eyes distant, caught somewhere between the present and the next match.

[A waitress—MARLENE, late 50s, with a kind smile—passes by, topping off Mercedes’ coffee.]

MARLENE
Rough night, champ?

[Mercedes offers a tired half-smile.]

MERCEDES
Just thinking, Marlene. Thanks.

[Marlene gives her a knowing wink, wipes a spot on the table, and moves on.]

[The bell over the door jingles. Ricardo enters, shaking off rain, runs a hand through his hair, and slides into the booth across from Mercedes. He sets his phone down, eyes the gym bag.]

RICARDO:
You know, if you keep winning, you’re gonna need a bigger bag.

[Irma arrives, umbrella in one hand, phone in the other. She drops the umbrella, flicks raindrops off her sleeve, and slides in beside Ricardo.]

IRMA:
You’re trending again. Half the comments think you’re invincible, the other half think Lilith’s gonna end your reign. Gotta love the internet.

[Hugo enters calmly, folds his umbrella, hangs coat, and sits beside Mercedes, placing a notepad on the table.]

HUGO
Mercedes, you look like you could use a vacation.

[The door swings open again. Tomas bursts in, drenched and grinning, bakery box in hand. He slides in beside Irma, nudging her as he sets the box on the table. They settle in, some offering tired smiles, others simply grateful to be off their feet. For a moment, silence and the scent of coffee and fried food mingles with the low hum of conversation from the other booths and a jukebox playing.]

TOMAS
I brought pie! Figured if Mer’s carrying gold, the least I can do is bring dessert.

[The group laughs. Marlene brings over extra plates and napkins, setting them down with a wink. Irma opens the box, Tomas hands out slices, and Ricardo immediately snags a fork.]

MARLENE
On the house tonight. You all look like you could use it.

[They thank her. For a moment, the group settles, the only sound the rain tapping the glass and the sizzle from the kitchen. Mercedes stares out the window, her voice low and thoughtful when she finally breaks the quiet.]

MERCEDES:
Funny thing about being on top—nobody tells you how lonely it gets. You win, you shine, but you also paint a target on your back.

[Ricardo leans forward, grabbing a chipped mug and wrapping his hands around it as if to warm himself. He glances at Mercedes, then at the belt.]

RICARDO:
That’s the price, right? I caught Lilith’s promo. She’s not just coming for your title, Mer. She wants your whole legacy.

[Irma’s tone is dry, almost biting. She taps her phone, then sets it face-down, crossing her arms.]

IRMA:
Legacy’s a funny word. Bella Madison wanted it too. Now she’s just another name on the list.

[She rolls her eyes, reaching for a slice of pie.]

IRMA:
Half these challengers talk big until they’re flat on their back. Social media’s already moved on.

[Hugo nods, his voice quiet but steady.]

HUGO:
You made her tap, Mercedes. But Lilith—she plays a different game. Shadows, mind tricks. She’s not like the rest.

[Mercedes manages a half-smile, though her eyes betray her exhaustion.]

MERCEDES:
Shadows only work if you’re scared of the dark. I’ve fought monsters, queens, ghosts from my own past. I’m still here. Still the one they chase.

[Tomas grins, trying to lighten the mood. He waves his fork for emphasis.]

TOMAS:
If I had that belt, I’d use it to skip the line at the bakery. Or at least get free pie. Maybe scare off the bill collectors. You ever think about just wearing it everywhere, Mer? Like, to the grocery store?

[The group chuckles. Ricardo sneaks a bite of Tomas’s pie; Irma nudges him.]

IRMA
You’d just get frosting on it.

[Mercedes’s smile fades. She pushes pie with her fork, voice soft.]

MERCEDES:
It’s not the gold that weighs you down. It’s the eyes. The ones waiting for you to fall. Every week, someone new wants to make a name off me. But I’m still here, still shining.

[She glances up, catching Irma’s supportive smile and reaches across the table, her touch gentle but firm. Ricardo drums his fingers on the table, lost in thought. In the background, a waitress refills their coffee, pausing to offer Mercedes a knowing nod.]

IRMA
You’re not alone, Mer. Out there, maybe. But here? You got us. I’ll bring the snacks. And the first aid kit.

[Ricardo nods in agreement, tapping his mug.]

RICARDO:
I’ll bring the hype. Remind you who you are when the lights get too bright.

[Hugo offers a reassuring smile.]

HUGO:
I’ll keep you grounded. Remind you to breathe.

[Tomas smirks.]

TOMAS:
And I’ll make sure you never take yourself too seriously. Someone’s gotta keep you honest.

[Mercedes looks at each of them, gratitude flickering in her eyes. She takes a breath, the weight on her shoulders a little lighter.]

MERCEDES:
In the ring, it’s just me and whoever wants my spot. But out here? I got a team. That’s how you survive. That’s how you win.

[They raise their mugs in a silent toast, the clink of ceramic a quiet promise to face the battles ahead—inside the ring and out—together.]

[Hugo glances at his watch and grins, stretching his arms.]

HUGO:
Speaking of battles, did you guys catch the game last night? That final play was insane.

[Irma smirks, shaking her head, tucking her phone away.]

IRMA:
You and your sports. I swear, you’d talk football all day if you could.

[Hugo chuckles, reaching for another slice of pie.]

HUGO
Better than wrestling promos.

[Tomas laughs, mouth full, nearly dropping his fork.]

TOMAS
Hey, maybe next time we bring in some sports talk. Mix it up a little.

[Mercedes laughs, the tension finally breaking.]

MERCEDES:
Only if you promise not to steal my spotlight.

[The group settles into easy conversation, the moment shifting from the weight of titles and legacies to the simple joy of friendship.]

HUGO:
Speaking of spotlights, you all are still coming to The Floating Penalty Box this weekend, right? I need honest opinions on the new menu—plus, I could use some help bailing out Tomas if he gets seasick again.

[Tomas groans, shaking his head, waving his fork.]

TOMAS:
It was one time, Hugo. One choppy night, and you’ll never let me live it down.

[Irma grins, nudging Tomas.]

IRMA:
You know he’s got that story laminated and ready for every new customer. “Welcome aboard, did I ever tell you about the time Hugo turned greener than my guacamole?”

[Ricardo laughs, brushing crumbs off his shirt.]

RICARDO:
I’m just glad you finally fixed the leak near table three. Last time I ate there, I thought I was going to need a life jacket with my burger.

[Tomas holds up his hands defensively, then grabs another napkin.]

HUGO:
Hey, it’s all part of the nautical charm. Where else can you get fish tacos and the thrill of possibly going overboard?

[Mercedes grins, reaching for another slice of pie, the tension of earlier forgotten.]

MERCEDES:
Honestly, Hugo, The Floating Penalty Box is the only place I know where you can order a “Powerbomb Platter” and have to duck when the mast swings by. You’ve got style, I’ll give you that.

[Hugo beams with pride, jotting something in his notepad.]

HUGO:
Not just dinner, an experience. Wait till you try the “Submission Sundae.” Three scoops, hot fudge, and a little umbrella—because you’ll need shade after tapping out.

[Irma laughs, shaking her head, sipping her coffee.]

IRMA:
If your food doesn’t finish us, that dessert will. But I’ll be there. Someone’s got to make sure you don’t poison the whole harbor.

[Hugo sets his mug down and leans back, a sly smile spreading across his face. Outside, the rain has stopped, and the neon sign glows steady.]

MERCEDES:
Wouldn't miss it for the world. After this week, I could use a night where the only thing I have to wrestle is a crab cake.

[The group laughs, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten. Marlene passes by, topping off their coffee one last time as the camera pulls back, the diner a warm island of light in the rainy night.]

[END]


Present Day ♦ C O L O R A D O S P R I N G S • C O L O R A D O

[REC•]

[The sun is just beginning to set, casting a golden glow across the towering red rock formations of Garden of the Gods. The wind stirs, carrying the scent of pine and earth. Mercedes Vargas stands atop a boulder, her championship belt slung over her shoulder, her posture regal and commanding. She’s dressed in a sleek, form-fitting jacket with bold, gold accents, and her hair catches the fading light, shimmering with every confident move.

[She surveys the landscape, the city of Colorado Springs visible in the distance, the mountains standing sentinel behind her. A few hikers pause nearby, drawn by her undeniable presence, but Mercedes pays them no mind. She’s focused, magnetic, and ready to speak her truth.

Mercedes takes a slow, deliberate step forward, boots crunching on the gravel. She raises her chin, her expression a blend of challenge and allure. She inhales deeply, grounding herself in the moment, before turning her gaze directly forward, as if locking eyes with her opponent miles away.]

“Lilith Locke, I hope you’re watching. Because this—”

[She sweeps her arm out, gesturing to the ancient, unyielding rocks.]

“—this is where legends stand tall. This is where the earth itself remembers every step, every battle, every victory. And come Sunday, it’s going to remember mine.”

[She paces along the edge of the boulder, her movements fluid and purposeful, every bit the superstar. Her voice is smooth, sultry, and sharp—her signature charisma woven into every syllable.]

“You call yourself the Queen of Shadows. Cute, really. But shadows only matter when no one’s watching. When the sun rises, shadows vanish—and baby, I am the sun. I don’t hide in the dark—I set the world on fire. I don’t whisper threats—I make promises. And I always keep them.”

[Mercedes pauses, letting her words hang in the air. She runs a hand along the championship belt, her nails glinting.]

“You want to play mind games? Honey, I invented the game, and then I changed the rules. I’ve stared down monsters, toppled queens, and rewritten history. I’m not just a champion—I’m the standard. The blueprint. The reason every woman in this company dreams a little bigger, fight a little harder, and believe that maybe, just maybe, they could one day reach my level. But let’s be honest, there is only one Mercedes Vargas, and the rest are just trying to keep up."

[She descends from the boulder with a graceful leap, landing lightly on the path below. A group of tourists glance over, sensing the energy radiating from her. Mercedes flashes a dazzling, knowing smile.]

“You see, Lilith, you think you’re going to walk into my world and turn it upside down. You think you’re going to haunt me, rattle me, break me. But let me remind you: I don’t break. I bend the rules, I set the pace, and I always—always—come out on top. You think you can shake the foundation I’ve built? Sorry to break it to you, mamita, but this isn’t just a foundation—it’s bedrock. Built on everything you wish you had and everything you’ll never take from me.”

[Mercedes leans in slightly, her eyes narrowing with a knowing smirk.]

"You know what I love about challengers like you, Lilith? You come in thinking you’re a mystery, a riddle no one can solve. But I’ve cracked codes tougher than yours before breakfast. All that darkness you wrap yourself in? It’s just a curtain, and I’m about to pull it back for the world to see. When the lights are brightest and the pressure’s at its peak, that’s when I do my best work. That’s when the truth comes out—and the truth is, most can’t handle it. You’re stepping into a spotlight that burns hotter than you’re used to. Let’s see if you melt, or if you even make it long enough to cast a shadow."

[Mercedes turns and begins walking along a narrow trail winding through the rocks. Her movements are fluid, almost dance-like, each step measured and deliberate.]

“This place? It’s seen centuries of storms, earthquakes, and time itself. Still standing. Just like me. Unbreakable. Unstoppable. Unforgettable. That’s what you’re up against, Lilith. Not just another opponent, but a force of nature.”

[Her smile fades, replaced by a steely glare that could cut through stone. She taps the championship belt twice, the metal ringing sharply.]

“Lilith, I see you. I see the way you try to get inside people’s heads, twist the narrative, make them doubt themselves. You want to know what real power looks like? It’s not hiding in the shadows. It’s standing in the open, letting the world see you, flaws and all, and daring them to try and take you down. So, Lilith, when you step into the ring with me, you’re stepping into the truth. No shadows, no secrets, just you and me and the whole world watching.”

[She strolls along the path, her stride confident, her gaze unwavering. The wind picks up, swirling her hair around her face, but she doesn’t miss a beat.]

“I’ve been called a lot of things in my career—arrogant, relentless, even impossible. But you know what I’ve never been called? Afraid. I don’t need to play tricks or hide behind smoke and mirrors. I walk into every battle with my head held high, because I know who I am. I know what I’ve done. And I know what I’m about to do to you.”

[She traces her fingers over the championship plate, her expression softening for a moment.]

“This title? It’s more than gold and leather. It’s proof. Proof that hard work pays off. That heart matters. That no matter how many times they try to count you out, you get back up. You fight. You win.”

[Mercedes stops at the base of a massive rock spire, placing her hand against the ancient stone. She closes her eyes for a moment, drawing strength from the earth itself.]

"Maybe you’ll surprise me, Lilith. Maybe you’ll last longer than the rest. But when the dust settles, you’ll learn why they say Latinas do it better."

[Mercedes pauses at the edge of the trail. The fading light catches the gold of her championship belt. She turns, her gaze sharp and direct, as if she can see Lilith Locke standing right there among the ancient stones.]

“This is my time. My mountain. My moment. And there’s not a shadow in this world big enough to block out my shine. So bring your best, bring your worst. Bring your darkness, your parlor tricks, your nightmares, Lilith. Because when you step to me, you step into the light. And I’m the brightest light this business has ever seen.

“So when the dust settles and the shadows fade, the only thing left will be my name—carved in stone, shining in the sun, echoing through these mountains. Mercedes Vargas. The one who does it better. The one who does it best.”

[Mercedes stops at a natural arch, the red stone framing her like a doorway to something greater. She stands tall, shoulders back, chin lifted.]

“You want a throne, Lilith? You want a crown? You’ll have to climb higher than you ever have before. And up here, the air’s a little thin for pretenders. Up here, there’s nowhere to hide and no shortcuts—just a view you only get if you’ve earned it. I hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

[She turns, facing the camera with a look that’s equal parts challenge and invitation.]

“You’re not just facing a champion—you’re facing the altitude, the pressure, and the weight of expectation. I hope you’re ready to breathe rarefied air, because only the strongest survive at this elevation.”

[Mercedes pauses at the edge of a narrow ledge, the drop below revealing a sprawling vista of pine forests and distant mountain peaks. She looks down for a moment, then back up with a sly smile.]

“Take it all in, Lilith. This is what the top looks like. Most people just visit—very few stay. It’s a long way down, and trust me—the fall is unforgettable. When you lose your footing, don’t worry, the landing is soft… for everyone but me."

[She opens her eyes, fire burning in them.]

“I hope you packed more than riddles and run-ins for this trip, because you’re about to find out what it means to stand in the presence of greatness. And when you’re left picking up the pieces, remember: you asked for this.”

[She turns, facing the horizon as the sun dips lower, painting the sky in brilliant oranges and reds.]

“See you soon, Lilith. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. And may the odds be ever in your favor.”

[***Fade***]

Orlando, Florida. Wednesday 4th June. (Off-Camera)

Since he left a wrestling company many years ago, Liam Davis went back to being a police officer as they needed an extra male police officer to take care of things due to his sister being pregnant that he had to take a step back from being a professional wrestler. Plus that he was far too controversial last time he was in the ring and the environment of the wrestling company he was in didn't suit him.

But at least it brought him back to work which he always had when it came to being a police officer in Orlando, Florida. One of the most infamous countries to have crimes in the world, because of a guy known as The Florida Man who was always getting up to doing something, sometimes that can cause a crime in a making. Just like today where the call came through to say that someone's shoplifting jewellery in a jewellers shop, but it wasn't just a regular man, he was wearing a plastic bag over his head.

Liam was one of the guys that was called in to do the job and it turns out that even during the time he was going to wrestle, he still had to do police duties as well, even if he was in Las Vegas or anywhere in the United States, he was still expected to do some police duties. The only time he won't is if he has to travel outside of the United States as he wasn't legalised to do police work there.

Liam was there on the scene who had gone through tough times in the past of dealing with deaths of children, elderlies and even animals in his time as well. He even had knives up his throat and even guns as well. He had been shot many times and gone to hospital, only to survive them all because of a police armour he wears each and everywhere he goes. Even inside of the wrestling ring, he was going to wear one.

Saying that, they were heading down to the jewellers shop where the shoplifting was taking place and they got there with the alarms sounding and Liam got straight out of the police car as required to chase down the man who had bags of jewellery in his hands, but Liam managed to get him as soon as he got to the car and had his knee down on him and placed a man in handcuffs as quickly as he could as the others got out the car and got him down.

Liam Davis: “You're under arrest for stealing jewellery.”

Jewellery stealer: “But I need the money to survive for my family.”

Liam Davis: “What a lot of rubbish. You won't be doing that now because you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?”

Jewellery stealer: “Yes sir.”

Liam Davis: “Time to take your ass to the van as one of my family of officers drives you to a local jell cell here with me sitting next to you in the van.”

Liam wasn't having any type of nonsense from the jewellery stealer as the other officers saw the smashed glass on the floor, along with a large stone being thrown into the shop. Also that the jewellery glasses were smashed and were robbed into a bag. Liam did take the bag away from the man and left the officers to give the jewellery back to the store owner who left crying. But the other male police officer who happens to be his older brother, Declan says this to Liam.

Declan Davis: “I take the guy back to the police station and you get some answers from the jewellery shop owner to know what happened and write every detail down. I'll handle this man.”

Liam Davis: “I'm curious what the guy was doing with trying to wear a transparent bag over his head.”

Declan Davis: “You will find out when you ask him questions. I take this guy in the van.”

Liam Davis: “I got you.”

Declan came in the van with the arrestee instead and the guy being arrested was kicking and screaming about his family being in danger with no money which Liam saw that his older brother Declan telling him you should've thought about that before he broke the law and then he went into the having the right to get an attorney or they'll pay for the guy to get one. As a couple of officers left the scene, the other officers did some photographs as evidence and also trying to get some fingerprints on the stone and the pieces of glasses on the floor.

Liam on the other hand got his notebook and pen ready as he approaches the jewellery owner who was very shaken up, female red hair as well as he rubs her back, even if she was afraid and she looks at Liam. But is in tears of fear, still shaking and Liam goes down to her level on crouching down and he asks a question before he gets into the details of the crime.

Liam Davis: “I'm officer Davis. Are you able to answer questions for me or do you need more time to yourself?”

Jewellery shop owner: “I'll be able to answer questions.”

Liam Davis: “Tell me what you were doing before this guy came into the shop?”

Jewellery shop owner: “I was taking care of a man, not the one who had a bag over his head, but the one that's on the ground there on buying a ring for his girlfriend he was proposing to. Then all of a sudden, the guy got knocked down because a rock got thrown to the shop window and dropped to the floor.”

Liam nodded as he wrote the notes down that he was given as he was doing everything he can to comfort the lady who was still shaken up from the incident, especially as a victim was bleeding everywhere from his head, to the point the officers and paramedics took the victim to the hospital, knowing he had these situations happen before, even a death has happened with gun shots. Liam knew he had to be patient with her.

Liam Davis: “It's OK, take all the time you need to answer. There's no rush.”

She was tearful and he had gotten reports about a weapon being discovered and that woke the lady up with the radio communication that was spread to all officers to respond to the report.

Jewellery shop owner: “Yes, he had a gun held to me and said to me, if you stop me, I will shoot you. He would've shot my head, if you guys didn't get here in time.”

Liam wrote the information down and communicated about the gun being at play which Declan was clear to confiscate the gun away from the criminal as he responded to the situation that the jewellery shop owner experienced.

Liam Davis: “Believe me, all of us Davis officers have experienced deaths happen after we came too late, but it's a good thing someone in your department called us before it happened.”

Jewellery shop owner: “I feel responsible for what happened today. I wish I could've done more to stop that man from being hit on the head by the rock.”

Liam Davis: “Don't be. You were doing your job and it was better to wait for us to get involved because you would've been dead if you tried as criminals like that can be dangerous, trust me. It was a good thing the alarm went off automatically when the criminal came in.”

Jewellery shop owner: “I might be afraid the rest of my life now because of this guy. I'm not sure if I want to run this business ever again. Just scared the hell out of me where he had the gun pointed to my head.”

It was very understandable that the owner felt that way of her running her business and when she said she didn't want to run the business ever again, it only reminded him of the last time he was in the wrestling business that people never wanted Liam to wrestle ever again because of his controversial opinions he had about people, but he knew he wasn't fitted in the wrestling company he was currently and the new wrestling company was more to his cup of tea.

Liam Davis: “Listen, there have been times even in this job I've said I never want to do this ever again, but the reason I stuck with it is because it was the only thing I was good at and that's what you need to consider. I get the triggers you'll get for the rest of your life, I still get triggers from dealing with such serious crimes, but I have to get on with the job.”

Jewellery shop owner: “Especially I can't go and stay at home just to only take care of my kid, it would drive me nuts if I was a stay at home mother.”

Liam Davis: “Think of your kid every time you do this kind of work because the last thing you need is to be out in the streets with some drug dealer having your and your kid's head for drugs and that.”

Jewellery shop owner: “Thank you.”

Liam Davis: “Did he have or do anything else before we arrived?”

Jewellery shop owner: “He did say that he wanted to steal jewellery because to provide his family money. I'm guessing he had no money with how much he screamed about it.”

That was clear as day as Liam wrote notes down of what the woman said about her store being robbed or almost by the guy and as he wrote notes down, she cried a bit more when she explains this situation.

Jewellery shop owner: “I don't have any money to get windows replaced.”

That really was the point of where Liam did feel sorry for the woman that she didn't have enough money to replace the windows, especially everywhere in the world, like US was expensive as Liam due to him starting out as a wrestler in a few days, writes a cheque of a thousand dollars that he gave to the lady. She stood in shock.

Jewellery shop owner: “Are you serious?”

Liam Davis: “I don't need the money like you do and I want you to get those windows replaced so you can continue doing a good job. We will make sure this guy gets the harshest punishment you can think of. Let us take care of it. Go home and take a day off after today because you need it.”

The jewellery shop owner nods at Liam as she walks out to leave the shop, while the other officers came down to the jewellery shop with large wooden blocks to place up against the shop that Liam helped the other officers with, but as they were doing that, they discussed something that was coming up with Liam. Three of the officers were Liam's closest officers he works with, Darren, Oliver and Emma who had always fancied Liam that were helping him put the barricades up against the shop.

Darren: “Is it true you're going into the wrestling business again?”

Liam Davis: “Yes, since I missed wrestling a lot and there wasn't wrestling companies out there that could deal with my controversial opinions. But this company I joined, Sin City Wrestling certainly can.”

Oliver: “You still going to do police work with us?”

Liam Davis: “Of course and I will also do police work outside of Florida this time as well. Never know when I'm going to be needed in other police work offices across US as well as here.”

It was clear Liam was ready to get into the wrestling ring again because he needed to let his anger out at times and while at times, he did have to rough some feathers to some people to stop the fights, it was only to help the community than to help himself which was the source he needed in himself to go wild in the wrestling ring without feeling guilty for it.

Liam Davis: “Now Molly's had her baby, I can get back to what I've been wanting to do for years, get back in the wrestling ring to wrestle and win a title this time.”

Emma: “When you're wrestling again, sexy?”

Emma had always been attracted to Liam and even tried so many times to ask him out and Liam rejected and even got a little freaked out when Liam was called sexy by her because he wasn't interested in romantic relationships due to lack of time for them. But he responded, despite his dislike for being called sexy.

Liam Davis: “On Sunday in Prescott Valley, Arizona, facing against this kid called LJ Kasey. Apparently, he's Miles Kasey's half brother and his last match, he lost a match against Alex Jones for the SCW Heavyweight championship that Alex held at the time. I know since that match, he's been dying to get in the wrestling ring. Problem is so am I.”

Darren: “We will be watching and this time, I hope the professional wrestling path goes well and glad you're deciding to stick to being a police officer this time and willing to do extended work outside of Florida area.”

Liam Davis: “That I aim to do. After this, we go back to the police station and I go to the gym to work out for a couple of hours before I get some answers from that robber. Then on Saturday, address this LJ Kasey punk.”

Oliver: “I can't wait for you to put people in their place.”

Liam Davis: “Especially one particular guy that needs to be put his fucking place and it's not LJ Kasey. I'm not unveiling my sources, but when I face this particular guy, you'll know who I'm on about because I'm sick to death of him. That's all I will say.”

They finished putting up the wooden block barriers all of the windows that were smashed with nails and hammer before they go their separate ways, although Emma was trying too hard the last few years to get Liam's attention of a romantic relationship, but Liam wasn't interested in any of that and he never had been. Didn't seem like it will change.

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Time to make an impact personal video diary by Liam Davis. (On-Camera)

“Who needs to know where I am and how the place looks in the background? Because you will never see me show where I am you stupid idiots. Anyway, let me introduce myself, not that any of you worthless idiots know it, but I can do just that. I'm Liam Davis, a police officer from Orlando, Florida and I've seen and done things that many of you would have never experienced in your entire lives. I'm also making a mark of being a professional wrestler in Sin City Wrestling as well, especially a wrestler who needs to be put in his fucking place with his disgusting treatment of wrestlers.

Of course, it's not you LJ Kasey I was referring to because unlike that particular guy, you know where your place is. I see that you have tremendous talent in the future and you're currently improving and building towards yourself to capture a championship. The fact you've been around SCW and not won a title yet in this company at least is crazy.

But the problem I have is what I've seen you say towards Logan Hunter as of late. Be it for me being new around SCW, but what has Logan done to you that you go out and be a coward on social media to trash him so much? If I was to call people out, it will be at the shows or in these video diaries straight to their face. You will never see me on social media because I'm too controversial for that and don't play the cowards game.

Another thing I don't do and I never will is be in a romantic relationship with anyone, especially not a wrestler. I don't understand why wrestlers can't go with their own lives without being in a romantic relationship. I hate that shit because it's nothing more than a distraction and a waste of time. Yes, I'm aromantic where I will never be in a romantic relationship.

Now granted, I have brothers and sisters of my own, but even I wouldn't ever get into the business because of them. Yes, they are all fellow police officers like me, but when it comes to me in the ring, I won't be following any rules, I will be breaking them and causing hell, despite showing some authoritative nature in myself, but that's because of my background. Doesn't mean I'll be kissing babies and fans like you though.

Saying that, I won't be showing off my authoritative nature with you LJ Kasey because unlike some of the wrestlers in the back, I do respect you and you wouldn't deserve the treatment I would give to you compared to a particular wrestler who I won't name for the time being, but they'll know who they are that I want to beat the shit out of.

See, I can be a piece of garbage to people, but I do it in the ring to you because you're in my way right now and I know, there's a risk of you having family surrounding you with Miles and his husband, Carter, but I don't care because I have no family that will get involved in the wrestling business and no partner to get in my way.

I'm dealing things all by myself, no tag partners, no associations with people, nothing but me getting the job done on taking people down and unfortunately, that's you this week LJ that can't seem to have Logan Hunter out of your head and focus entirely on me. I know you don't know me and we've never spoken until now, but you will see just exactly what I'm about, despite knowing you're a threat and have the ability to beat me, but this police officer doesn't take any shit and won't care for any shit you'll say about me.

Because you're going to be completely destroyed in the ring by me this week LJ and no family members are going to assist the damage I'll fucking do to you pal. Because I aim to beat you with pure anger and aggression that I need to let out that I can't do anywhere else, but inside of that wrestling ring. Sunday Night at Climax Control is the new era of Liam Davis, the police officer of Florida coming to strike and none of you are going to like me. I will strike where it hurts with opponents and end them just like that.

Because I'm pissed off and this anger therapy is a way to help me deal with anger and put in a beatdown on some punk kid who's been placed in the ring with me for no reason, but good for me to throw around like a ragdoll and I only feel sorry for you that you have to suffer in so much pain from me.”

(OOC: Apologies this wasn’t completely finished. I ran out of time and was working while not feeling good today. Had more planned for this!)


Sunday May 25th
Paris, France
Artie Was Robbed!
Medical Locker Room- After the Show

Everyone was watching. They all saw it happening. Artie had the crown in his grasp and was just moments away from unlatching it and becoming the SCW King For A Day. It was an amazing feeling and a spectacle to watch…until it wasn’t. The win, and the crown, was literally stolen from his grasp when last year’s winner, Guy With Cape, spit a disgusting yellow mist in Artie’s face and stole the crown for himself!

Following the match, Artie had been helped backstage and to the medical locker room to get checked out. His body had been out through the ringer in that ladder match and his eyes were burning from whatever that yellow mist was that guy had spit in his face. It took some time to calm him down and get him to stop fighting the medics, but eventually he let them assess his injuries in an attempt to help.

Bobbie: How are you feeling, sweetie?

Artie was still lying on one of the exam tables with a cold wet cloth over his eyes. Bruises were starting to be visible over his body also.

Artie: Like I got hit by a truck and robbed at the same time.

Bobbie frowned. She was used to being the one getting injured in these matches, but to see her beloved Artie looking and feeling like this? Part of her wanted to tell him to stop.

Bobbie: Ladder matches are tough to get through. How are your eyes?

Artie: I don’t know. I’m afraid to take the cloth off. Guy better hope that he didn’t cause any permanent damage.

Bobbie walked up next to him and grabbed a hold of the cloth. She removed it from his eyes for him, but he kept his eyes squinted closed.

Bobbie: Open your eyes.

With a grumble and a slam of the palm of his hand against the table, he slowly opens his eyes. He blinks several times, still adjusting to the light again as well as blinking away the last burning pains. His eyes are still slightly puffy and red.

Artie: Everything is still a little blurry, but I think I’ll be good. How do my eyes look?

Bobbie: Like you’ve been smoking something you shouldn’t have been for hours.

Bobbie chuckles and she helps Artie sit up. He’s still visibly frustrated over the way he lost.

Artie: I’m not going to let this go, Bobbie. I should have won that match. I should be the King For A Day, but he used a cowardly move because he knew he wasn’t going to win otherwise.

Bobbie nods, but given her experience with ladder matches and wrestling in general, she knew there was nothing that could be done about it.

Bobbie: Sweetie, you can cry foul to your heart's content, but in the long run, there’s nothing that can be done. Guy is King For A Day for a second year in a row and we’ll have to endure whatever matches he chooses to make. I don’t like it anymore than you do, but ladder matches are no disqualifications.

Artie: I know that! But wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in my shoes? It may not do any good, but I won’t stop pointing out what a cowardly creep he is for doing that.

Bobbie sighs and she rubs Artie’s back. She doesn’t know what else to say at this point, but she knows they both need to get a good night’s sleep before their flight back home tomorrow.

Artie: Let’s just get out of here. I’m tired and ready to get back home tomorrow.

He winces as he attempts to slide off of the exam table, but Bobbie is quick to help him. Together they walk off, in silence, back to the locker rooms to grab their things and return to their hotel room. The week off would hopefully do Artie some good both physically as well as mentally following this latest loss.

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Sunday June 1st
Las Vegas, Nevada
Finding Out Artie’s Fate

Almost a week has passed since Artie and Bobbie had flown home to Las Vegas, relieved that the most recent SCW tour was over. Not only were they relieved, but their fur baby Loki was happy to have them home for longer than just a few days. As soon as Artie had stepped through the front door, Loki ran up to him, sensing he needed some Loki comforting. He was gentle, though, sensing his daddy was in physical pain as well, but he was there for both his parents as he always had been. It was probably due to Loki’s emotional support that Artie was able to recover as quickly as he was, as aside from the bruises still slightly visible, he was feeling a lot better than he was.

But today he was a little on edge. Impatient, actually. Because today the matches for the next Climax Control were going to be announced, and this was Alexandra Calaway’s Queen For A Day show. Neither thought Alexandra would bother to give him a match, as they had very little interaction aside from last week’s back and forth debating on Twixter. But maybe if she didn’t book him in any of her matches, he would have something in one of the remaining matches.

Artie: I don’t know why I’m so impatient right now. I’ll probably have another week off, which is perfectly fine with me.

Bobbie: Don’t hold your breath on that, sweetie. Would you just sit down for now because it could still be—

Before Bobbie can even finish her sentence, Artie’s phone dings from inside his pocket. He quickly takes it out and opens up the email from Christian Underwood containing the list of matches. He scans it quickly until he stops and sees that Alexandra had indeed booked him in a match. But it wasn’t good. Far from it.

Artie: Oh. My. God. I’m…I’m dead…

His face goes white and he sinks down into the sofa and his phone falls to the floor. With a look of concern written all over her face, Bobbie rushes over and reaches down to pick up his phone. She looks at the show card and her face grows instantly angry.

Bobbie: YOU have to be blindfolded?! Against Kevin Carter?! That dirty little…

Artie: I can’t catch a break. I’m never going to get anywhere in wrestling if I keep getting put in matches like this.

He rests his elbows on his knees and then buries his face in his hands. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself in SCW, but it just seemed lately that the challenges kept getting more and more difficult.

Bobbie: You make sure you don’t let Alexandra see you reacting like this, sweetie. This is exactly what she wants. We have a week to figure things out, but we’ll—

Artie: We’ll what? What can we possibly do to prepare me to go up against Kevin Carter blindfolded?! He’s going to embarrass me out there!

Bobbie stops and thinks for a moment as Artie stares at her, frustrated and still very much nervous about this match. He lowers his head again and shakes it, when Bobbie’s eyes light up and she snaps her fingers.

Bobbie: Huzzah! I’ve figured it out!

Artie looks up with a puzzled look as Bobbie runs off into another room.

Artie: You just sounded like Guy, ya know!

Loki tilts his head and looks up at Artie. Artie laughs and pats him on the head.

Artie: Scary thought, right Loki?

They both sit there and wait for a few minutes before Bobbie comes running back out to the living room. Without a word she grabs Artie by his arm and pulls him up to his feet and spins him around.

Artie: What the…Bobbie, what are you doing?!

The answer as he is about to find out is Bobbie puts a blindfold over his eyes!

Bobbie: You, my sweet hubby, are going to be blindfolded this entire week! I can think of no better—

Artie shakes his head and tries to pull the blindfold off.

Artie: What?! No way! How is that going to help me?! I’m not going to pretend to be blind the entire week, Bobbie!

Bobbie spins him around, pointing in his face even though she puts the blindfold back over his eyes and he still can’t see.

Bobbie: Oooh yes you are. You need to work on heightening your other senses if you don’t have the ability to see. Kevin Carter is going to take full advantage of you being blindfolded and I’m not about to stand by and let you get embarrassed. You’re going to do whatever it takes.

Artie sighs.

Artie: And it’s really going to take me pretending to be blind the entire week?! What if it actually screws up my vision?

Bobbie: It won’t. There will still be some bits of light shining through, you just won’t be able to actually see anything else. And yes, it’s really going to take you doing this. I wouldn’t steer you wrong, sweetie.

Artie has his hands on the blindfold, ready to take it off again. But after a few moments, he sighs and lets his hands fall to his sides.

Artie: This is going to suck, you know that? But Loki gets to be my guide dog!

Bobbie: Ugh excuse me. I was going to be your guide wife. Loki can help but he’s not properly trained as a guide dog. And yeah it’s going to suck. But it will give you more empathy for actual blind people who live like this every single day!

Artie: At least they don’t have to wrestle blind…

Artie mumbles under his breath but Bobbie heard every word. She lightly smacks him upside his head and he jolts forward.

Bobbie: Shush, you! Now let’s get to work!

With another grumble and some arguing, Artie gives in and agrees to the plan. Maybe it would help heighten his senses going up against Kevin Carter. Maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, this whole next week was going to be the most interesting of his life so far.