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Climax Control Archives / The Incident
« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on April 18, 2025, 01:44:09 PM »
Vincent and Victoria both stand mid evening on the deck of the main house, their childhood home on the Lyons estate. Victoria casually lounging in a deck chair as Vincent leans with his arms forward at the top of the railing looking into the distance.
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“I should have torn his lungs out…” he muttered.

His voice is calm, a far cry from rage but there's something darker, stillwater with monsters beneath, his fingers twitch absently across the wooden railing.

“Kevin Carter merely survived.” Vincent said “That's all, and that Lilith Locke messed up everything anyway. I should have brought home the Internet Championship for you sister."

“Oh dear brother.” Victoria said “I'm not mad.”

A short pause as a silent stretches just along enough for Victoria's disdain the drip into the air.

“I should have expected it.” said Victoria “That Lilith is like a rabid dog when it comes to Kevin Carter. Unfortunately she might be more teeth than brain. Anyway, she's not a threat to us right now.”

Vincent lets out a small laugh step it away from the railing looking to face Victoria.

“She was like a hyena out there.” said Vincent laughing, “But don't worry Vicks I'll make it right.”

“I know you will dear brother.” Victoria replied. “But we can't worry about them anymore we have to worry about the future.”

“Aiden Reynolds…” Vincent muttered, ”Do you remember what he called you all those months ago? I believe he was talking to Eddie when he referred to you as a “vindictive bitch.”

A scowl grows on his face as Victoria's lips curl, her silence being it's own kind of fury.

“These weak men Vicks…” he said “They throw insults at you like stones from behind the safety of their glass houses, but I'm going to break the glass. One pane at a time. I'm sure Aiden didn't think much of his comment at the time but he's going to find out what monster he invited with those two little words.”

He takes a short pause as Victoria watches him continue.

“I'll rip his pride right out and snap his ego like a twig.” Vincent said “He'll regret ever letting your name pass through his filthy little lips. This match is going to be a warning for all the weak men who have disparaged your name.”

“You always did have a plan for the dramatic.” Victoria said with a grin.

Vincent shrugged.

“I'm the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion of all time you know.” Victoria continued.

“You are.” said Vincent “And that makes you untouchable.”

“And now I want the same for you.” said Victoria “So put Carter behind you, put Lilith behind you, and focus on Aiden so we can be Roulette Champions together.”

A smile grows on Vincent's face as he nods.

“Twin roulette champions.” said Victoria “Doesn't that sound divine?"

“I'll do whatever I can to make it so.” said Vincent “We can rule chaos, not just walk into matches, orchestrate them, control the wheel, turn every spin into a blade pointed out our opponent's throats.”

“There's that drama again.” said Victoria. “But I like it I will go out there and make him bleed for his words.”

“I'll make him beg.” said Vincent.

“Good.” said Victoria “And while you're at it if you run into Jayden Harris backstage, do everyone a favor and trip him down a flight of stairs."

“It would be my pleasure.” said Vincent.

“And in the meantime I'll continue to work on sweet little Harper Mason.” Victoria said with a smile.

The two laugh together, to each other sharing twin dark smiles. The evening rolled on and now Vincent's focus was on Aiden Reynolds and making sure he paid for some throwaway comment he made months ago about Victoria, and more importantly, twin roulette champions.

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A familiar stillness is caught on the screen has the camera opens, fog reaps through darkness like a restless spirit in mourning. The only sound is the distance sound of approaching footsteps as a silhouette begins form, from the grey emerges Vincent Lyons Jr, his expression unreadable his eyes blend with that cold feral gleam that never truly fades away.

He doesn't look to the camera right away standing with his head slightly tilted staring off into the nothingness has it though there's something only he can hear finally he speaks in a low calm yet unsettling voice.

“Do you remember what you said Aiden?” Vincent asked “The small things, the offhand things, the little barbs you throw in because your mouth is too fast and your mind is too dull?”

He pauses as expected a voice to answer the question.

“You probably don't.” Vincent said.

He pauses again his eyes ever lingering on the camera.

“You called my sister a vindictive bitch". he said, his words cutting through the air like glass., “And for what? Because you thought she was punishing Eddie? The reality is she was trying to reward Alexander Raven, for doing everything he could to knock sense into our self righteous,  holier-than-thou cousin.”

He pauses tilting his head the other way.

“Sure it was months ago.” Vincent said “One of those lies you tossed out thinking it wouldn't stick, thinking it'll just float away lost in the churn of the weekly chaos. But it didn't disappear Aiden, you said it, I heard it, she heard it, and that means it happened.”

He keeps his voice calm and measured, an almost eerie stillness.

“You'll probably say it was just some little jab in the game we all play.” said Vincent “Or maybe you've already forgot. Maybe you never even registered it. But you know who did register it? I DID.”

He takes a few steps closer to the camera.

“I may have been away for a while.” Vincent said “But I'm back now, and I'm hearing all the things everybody has said about my sister while I was gone. My wonderful kind magnanimous sister.”

He lets out a heavy exhale.

“You're the Roulette Champion for now.” Vincent said “And our match this week is non title, just a little exhibition they'll call it. But when I beat you it all changes.”

He pauses letting his words breathe.

“This will be the first hammer strike.” said Vincent “I beat the champion and next time the gold has nowhere to run and Aiden won't have anywhere to run either.”

His eyes narrow a bit as if some old dark memory has started to resurface.

“The Aussie Wolf you call yourself.” he said “Well let me tell you something about wolves. I don't like them. They act like loyal and honorable creatures…”

He takes a couple more steps closer to the camera.

“But wolves are liars, opportunists, only hunting when it's easy.” he continued, “They show up when someone else bleeds and act like alphas, but when they're alone they whimper.”

There's an uncomfortable twitch of his lip.

“It's time for you to find out what happens when someone remembers your words.” said Vincent “When someone doesn't let them slide off their back, when someone doesn't laugh and move on. You insulted my sister and that cannot go unpunished."

He takes a breath his eyes never leaving the lens.

“And when I do beat you Aiden, when I strip you bare in that ring and leave nothing but echoes behind to take home to Kallie, the rest of them will finally start to see and they will finally understand.” Vincent went on

His eyes filled with fury has he looks almost through the camera.

“I'm not just standing next to Victoria Lyons.” he said “I AM a Lyons, and I will stand beside her not behind her, not beneath her, and not in her shadow. Beside her as a champion, as her equal, and I don't care who I have to break to get there. And when I finally do get that Roulette championship I won't make it embarrassment of the family as champion like Eddie did.

Vincent pauses again for a moment.

“That championship on Eddie was like a child wearing his father's coat.” said Vincent “He was pretending it fit, but it never did. But me? I don't pretend. When I take that title it will fit, because it will be mine and there will be nobody left laughing."

Vincent turns his back to the camera and walks away looking back one last time.

“You called her a vindictive bitch.” he said “Now you'll see what truly grows in her bloodline. Like it or not you will remember what you said, because your body won't forget.

Then he disappears into the fog and everything fades to black.

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It had been over a month since their wreck and Charlie and Vincent we're doing the best they could to survive but it was getting to the point where seaweed, fish, rats, and snakes just weren't sustaining them enough. Boiling salt water over a fire was becoming a chore as well.

They needed to find their way home knowing they couldn't last much longer. Vincent followed Charlie up a winding slope of a hill where Charlie was looking to set up some sort of signal.

“If we get to the top of the hill maybe we can start a fire or reflect something.” Charlie said “Perhaps even catch a boat on the horizon. But we need to send out some sort of signal.“

“Who's even going to see it?” Vincent muttered forlornly.

“Hopefully somebody.” Charlie said “Coastguard, an oil rigger, hell I'll take aliens at this point I just want to go home.”

Home….
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The word rested on Vincent's mind, he should never have left what was he thinking leaving Victoria like that? His own twin he was beginning to feel like a bad brother. How could he have been so selfish?

“Yeah home……” nodded Vincent, though he didn’t believe it.

“It'll be okay Vincent…” Charlie said “It's tough out here but we can't lose hope. I need you to stay with me pal.”

“Yeah…..” Vincent replied.

“Almost there.” Charlie said keeping pace just slightly ahead of Vincent. As Charlie approached the top of the hill he looked around.

“It's a pretty good vantage point out here Vincent.” he said “This could be our lucky day.”

Almost as if those words were cursed as soon as they left his lips it happened, the cracking of some ice, a loose rock, and a loud scream.

Vincent could only watch as Charlie fell back down the hill about ten to twelve feet, a loud snap on impact.

Vincent's eyes grew wide as he looked down at Charlie, blood on the snow, bone showing, and body shaking.

“Charlie!!!” he shouted

“My fucking leg!!” Charlie cried back in pain “Vincent help!”

Vincent starts to go back down to him with the brisk paste and then he hears howling.

It wasn't the wind.

It was wolves.

And then Vincent saw them a pack of about four or five approaching and surrounding Charlie.

“VINCENT HELP!!”  Charlie shouted again.

Vincent freezes for a moment then takes a few steps closer only for the pack to growl viciously at him. A warning.

A million thoughts race through Vincent's mind, before he finally landed on one.

Self preservation. Run. Hide.

He could do nothing anyway unless he wanted the wolves to get him too. The sounds of Charlie screaming his name as he ran before they finally went silent would haunt him forever.

Later that night.

He was truly alone now.  He felt like a coward leaving his friend behind like that but what could he have done any closer and those wolves likely would have mauled him as well.

He sat in the the walls of the dilapidated boat cabin that had made it to Shore and then their shelter for the past five weeks.

“Charlie went up the hill." he muttered to himself “Charlie fell down the hill.”

The yellow eyes of the wolves burned into his brain.

“Wolves bad..” he muttered “Badbadbad. Teeth gnashing. Growling. howls. badbadbad.

He laughs but only to himself there's nobody to listen and tell him how unhuman it sounds.

“You coward..” he said to himself “Run ran hide. Run ran hide. Run ran hide."

He smacks himself on the side of the head a few times.

“Victoria….” he said “She would have helped…., she would have fought. But not you. You left her behind, you left Charlie behind, you're a bad friend, you're a bad brother.”

He twitches again.

“Badbrother badbrother badbrother badbrother badbrother badbrother badbrother badbrother.” he repeats.

He needed to get home. To Victoria, and he wouldn’t abandon her again. He wouldn’t let her down like he did Charlie.

“Wolves bad…” he muttered as he laid on the makeshift bed, and closed his eyes, the vision of wolves surrounding Charlie playing like a video clip, over and over. “Bad bad wolves…”

The night stretched on, and eventually Vincent was able to get himself some sleep, but he was alone now and sleep was really the only time his mind would be able to rest.

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Climax Control Archives / A family war
« Last post by Aiden Reynolds on April 18, 2025, 05:46:07 AM »
You’re gonna do what?

”Are you sure about this?”

Dickie Watson, Aidens best friend in tag team partner razors an eyebrow as the four mentioned Mr Reynolds popped his arms over his chest with a Maps spread out between them. He not slowly his arms folded over his chest as his eyes dart from side to side. He is deep in thought coming up with a plan and movements as he stares at a two-dimensional representation of the Toledo Zoo. He leaves forward his hands flat on the table as he keeps tracing the lines with his eyes coming up with a foolproof plan.

He reaches out pointing at the entrance before tracing a line down a pathway around a maintenance hub and across the African exhibit to the back of the zoo where the Australian exhibit is held. Knowing that that’s where he will find his target. Sitting in the center of the exhibit is a small plastic Tasmanian devil. Aiden smiles slowly and looks up at Dickie. Who takes a deep breath and throws his arms in the air before nodding back at his friend ”Alright, I guess we’re going to steal a Tasmanian devil then…”

Aiden just smiles again, Dickie groans and stands back. ”Just need a few things from you….”

”…What?”

Aiden pulls out a list opening it up delicately. He clears his throat and starts to itemize off the things that he needs. ”A pickup truck, a 10 m length of heavy-duty nylon rope. A banana, a can of compressed air, two South African whooping cranes, and a sock filled with chicken fat.”

Dickie blinked a few times like his brain was trying to process what he just heard. ”Why?”

”What do you mean why?”

Dickie took a deep breath and shook his head snatching the list from Aiden ”South African whooping cranes? A sock filled with chicken fat? A banana? Why?” Aiden narrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath before leaning forward with a groan.

”The cranes are so I can release them and have security running after them thinking that they have escaped. And the sock? Well, mate, have you ever been hit with a sock filled with chicken fat? The size and the girth of it will make sure to knock whoever I hit completely out but also won’t leave any lasting damage. I’m not a monster. It’s essentially an all-natural slapjack”

Dickie nodded and raised an eyebrow ”And the banana?”

”A snack…. potassium is very important.”

Dickie just deadpans him. Aiden keeps studying the map and scratches the back of his neck. Suddenly the door swings open and Kallie walks in ”Hey Aiden I made tacoritos and I wanted to know if Dickie was staying….” She looks up, raising an eyebrow as the two men stare at her looking guilty. Aiden slowly slides the map onto the table as Kallie raises an eyebrow ”What are you two doing?”

Aiden looked at Dickie. Dickie looked back at Aiden. Dickie then swallowed and tapped Aiden on the shoulder ”So, I’d love to stay for dinner but I need to get home. Have fun, Aiden.”

”Hey, Dickie!…dude what the hell?”

Dickie gave a small nod to Kallie and smiled before leaving the room. Kallie raised an eyebrow looked at her husband and folded her arms over her chest. She looked him up and down and waited. Waited for some kind of explanation or reason. ”Well?”

Aiden swallowed hard and put the map down on the table. Kallie stepped forward and looked down at it before raising an eyebrow and looking at Aiden. ”So uh, I was thinking about getting a friend for Willow and also a bodyguard for Dax”

”A bodyguard? What kind of bodyguard….”

”A Tasmanian devil…”

Kallie slowly turned and looked at her husband. Her face was pale and emotionless as she stared at him. She shook her head and cleared her throat. ”A what?” She paused. Aiden took a deep breath Kallie continued. ”You want to go and steal a Tasmanian devil? And you want that Tasmanian devil to be a pet and bodyguard for our son?”

”Well, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.” Kallie folded her arms over her chest. The two stared at each other and after a few moments, Aiden swallowed and nodded as he came to a realization. ”Yeah I get it. I’ll just throw this map away and forget about it.”

”Good…. come get dinner”

A war with a family….

”So many people thought that Connor Murphy was going to be the roulette champion now. Going into blaze of glory all I heard was that Connor was finally going to start living up to that expectation and potential that we’d always seen in him. But after that Iron Man match when the dust settled, I was the one holding the roulette championship above my head. Not Connor Murphy. Me…”

Aiden took a deep breath and slowly smiled before continuing. Is Sandy dark blonde hair waving slightly down over his eyes

”Blaze of Glory is the biggest show that this company has. Well, one of the biggest shows. Truth be told this company turns out huge events like most places wish they could. And now we’re going on this Viking-era tour and going all through Scandinavia. The people are thirsty and hungry to see some real wrestling from the guys and girls at this company. And again I have come out of one of the major events still holding a championship and still going about my life. I’m not the greatest, I failed when I tried to prove that…”

“Finn Whelan beat me. But I have been going about my work in the roulette division. I have now defended this championship twice, and I have shown the world that I’m not a fluke. I’m a two-time roulette champion and the more time I spend here the more confident on getting. And now the rest of us are all standing back and watching the blast from the past tournament”

“And I’ve accepted the fact that right now the company probably isn’t going to have a lot for me.”

“Everyone is going to be watching this tournament to see who the winners are going to be. The winners get to select what championships they go for and then we’re going to have challenges for those titles. And I’m under no illusions that on the men’s side, they’re probably going to have a winner that’s going to go after whoever the world heavyweight champion is. On the women’s side, they’re probably going to do the same. So, well this tournament is happening. I’m just spinning my wheels. But in spinning my wheels I get to reignite a beautiful weed feud that I’ve got going on that I didn’t even realize I had going on until this week.”

Aiden slowly smiles and shrugs.

”Vincent Lyons eh? You know he and I have never faced each other. But the family? The family I know quite well. See, everyone in this company knows that I’ve had my wars with Eddie. Eddie and I have gone at it over the roulette championship and we’ve traded wins and losses. Everyone knows that I quite like Eddie. I respect him, I think that he is possibly one of if not The greatest and yet underutilized talent that this company has and he should be in that main event scene going for that world championship. Because he is good enough to hold it.”

“But, Eddie and I have beaten the hell out of each other. And in another company. PWS Legacy. I recently faced Alexander Lyons. Another member of the family. So then I come back to this company and I face Vincent. Three male members of the Lyons family all of them coming after little old Me. It seems like I’m in a war with the same family and despite the fact not all the family members say to eye the truth is that this is entertaining Me more than anyone else can imagine.”

“So, what does Vincent bring to the table that the other members of his family don’t?”

“Nothing..”

“I wish I could tell you all that Vincent was some kind of secret weapon in the Lyons family and the Lyons den. But the truth is we’ve seen the best of that family and that gym. Eddie and Victoria. At least in this company. Unfortunately, the best out of that gym isn’t even a member of the family and her name is Cleo. Maybe one day she’ll bring her talents over to this company. But until then we are left with Eddie who is a challenger for the world championship Victoria who has been ruling the women’s roulette division and now Vincent.”

Aiden gets to his feet and folds his arms over his chest.

”And Vincent‘s biggest claim of fame? Holding championships in that dumpster fire of a company WWH. Yeah, a lot of us in SCW were in that company. Alex, our current world champion is a form of world champion in WWE. Alicia also ruled to that company. Hell, I held a championship from that company too but when that company started to become a raging fire and a piece of shit we all left and was smart enough to just wipe our hands of it. But you Vincent? Without your time in that crappy ass company, you would have nothing.”

“So here you are in SCW ready to follow in your family’s footsteps. It’s just too bad that if I wanted a real challenge for your family, I would’ve challenged your twin sister. She’s the one who is currently at the top of a division. She is the one who is holding a championship. Eddie held this championship the roulette championship. He’s challenging for the world championship and being up there in the main event. You walked in and failed going for the Internet championship. Kevin Carter made you look like a joke. But now you get a non-title match against me..”

“Look mate, coming from that family, I know that you’ve got talent. I know that you could become a star here. But I’m sick and tired of being overlooked. And that is exactly what is going to happen when I’m facing you. People are gonna forget that I’m the roulette champion, people are gonna forget that I’ve done everything I can to make this title mean something. And all they’re going to do is look at your last name and think that we have another star on our hands. So to counter that disrespect, I’m gonna do everything I can in our match to show you that you have stepped up in competition. That those championships you held in that dumpster fire of a company mean nothing when you are in the fires of SCW.”

“Bring it Vinnie… cause I’m gonna bury you”
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Climax Control Archives / Beauty is in the Eye
« Last post by Alexander Raven on April 17, 2025, 10:42:57 PM »
“I feel like I’ve been here forever. No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to leave.” Alexander said to the gaping void before him. A void that was more like a room, a familiar room. A world that he felt like he was spending every day inside of. For a time he couldn’t quite put his finger on, he’d felt trapped. Stuck in this place, wondering if the next time he opened the door he’d finally be able to leave. His mind was holding him hostage. Watching the world exist beyond the windows to the soul.

The ghosts of torture were no less real than this room, but it was infuriating. Staring at this place knowing that he couldn’t be free of it. That the only peace he had was the moments he spent with Luna. He wasn’t even really sure if it was really her, but in the moments where she was present. He felt sane. Felt safe. Felt like he could simply slip away, but he had to stay present. He had to be there at this moment, to ensure that she didn’t just leave him. That he didn’t just run away. He had to be here with her, because at any moment…

The world would change.

His hand on the door handle once more, twisting and opening. Pushing it open, wondering if this time he’d be free of his own mind. That the voices for just a moment would let him be. That they would let him leave this place. Yet as he turned it, opened and stepped through. It would just shift again. Not leaving, but coming. Entering into the same room once more. This little hotel room, the chair in the corner. The curtains open showing him a world that existed beyond, but through his own eyes. The bed is filled with shifting images of ghosts.

His dead wife, his dead best friend. His dead former friend, and sometimes even Luna. Luna was alive, so it made no sense for her ghost to be here. His father and his mother sometimes would stand around, one to mock and one to soothe. A world that begged him to look at what had come and understand it. The more he tried though, the less it made sense. The less that any of it made sense. Today was no different. He would open the door, walk through and the world would be remade. A mirror image of the place he’d just left.

“Lexi, baby. Are you okay? You seem to be so lost.” Luna’s voice cut through the haze, bringing things into focus. The scent of the sea in the air, the slightest waft of coffee. Moments of freedom, of peace and escape. The few moments where he was free from his mental prison. Free from the voices and the ghosts. To be with her. To be in love, and human and free. One hand was wrapped around the warm mug, his other was linked with hers. Fingers interwoven, the warmth of her hand washing over him. Love warmed his soul.

“Sorry, stuck in my head. I don’t know what’s really happening. I feel…. Lost.” Alex said softly, furrowing his brow. The relief was hard to hide though. The wash of calm that took over his face. Being present in the moment. Being present for her. To look deeply into her eyes and know he was free for a moment. To be here with her. To be free of his mind before it stole him back. The world had continued to move on, but the more he tried to, the more he was stuck.

She was his freedom, and he didn’t even know how to really tell her. He just hoped the moments of freedom were enough to let her know. At the moments where he was truly here, she could see it. He had to hope she could see it. The world travelled with a man who was but a husk, but she had to know. Right?

“I love you, you know that, right?” Alex asked softly, his eyes locked with their interwoven fingers. The gentle squeeze. She tensed her own hand in response. A loving grasp, a loving response. He felt the fingers of her other hand brush his cheek.The softness of her fingers, the lightness of her touch. The soothing feeling. Her fingers gently curled to cup his face in her palm.

“I love you, Alex. That’s never going to change. I’m always going to be here for you, and I know, I know you’re in there for me. I know you love me.” Luna said gently, smiling. His eyes locking with hers, gazing deeply in the warmth of her. Deeply into her own soul. The radiance, the beauty. The warmth. It was all there for him. She was still there for him, even now. He suddenly was so aware of the chatter and the hum of the little cafe they were sitting at. The smell of cigarettes and coffee on her fingers. The light drift of sea salt from the nearby sea. It was quaint, it was beautiful. It was freeing. It was something he so desperately missed.

He needed to get out of that fucking room.

“You’re never going to be free Alex.” The Lost’s voice cut through his mind. A sharp stabbing pain behind his eye, a reminder of the world that was attempting to claw him back. Drag him back into his own mind. Drag him back into his own mental prison. He could feel the haze threatening to drag him back. The world threatening to shift back to the room. The fucking room. He tightened his grip on the mug. Leaned into her hand. She smiled, but he could see the pain in it. She had gotten really good at spotting when he was slipping. Slipping back into his mind. He just hoped the man he was when he was trapped, was good to her. That she was loved, and cared for still. That he held her hand, and showed her the beauty in what was left in the world.

Wiped her tears and kept her safe. He could only be there for so long, and he knew. He knew that when he was trapped, she wasn’t around. He could feel the rage and anger. The reminder of the man he once was. The reminder of the person he had spent so long trying to escape from. To be free of the uncontrollable anger and rage. To be his own safe and happy person. Calm and reasonable. Rational. He wanted to be okay more than anything, but the more he tried the harder it was. He could feel the heat in the room, he could feel the melting of its power. The Lost would mock and show him things that drove him mad. Closer to absolute decay and corruption.

“I’m so sorry, Luna.” Alex said softly, feeling the world creep back on him. Everything starting to shift. The concern creased her brow as she squeezed tighter. He could feel the world slipping from him, slipping back. His vision blurring and darkening, and then as he blinked…

“I’m always going to be here, Alex.” Luna said, and he was there again. Sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, staring at the bed that had never been laid in. A bed that had no ghosts this time. Nothing to distract him, nothing to torment him. No mother, or father, or friend, or enemy. No torture, just the empty room. With windows that showed him the world he’d be stolen away from. Her face staring into the windows of his soul. Trying to see the man that was trapped inside his head. Trapped in that room.

And so he screamed.

And screamed.

And begged.

And demanded that the world let him out.


“There’s a beauty in taking a moment for yourself. A moment to reflect, to realise who you are. There’s a beauty in understanding where you came from, where you are destined to go, and where you stand in the moment. I wanted my freedom, I wanted to be out. I wanted to be clear of mind. To be free. I wanted to unshackle myself from the doldrums of this reality, and in turn? I wanted to understand where I could go next. What I needed to be understood, to be perfect. To be my own person once more, and yet. The more I thought about it, the more I came to understand this singular truth. There is no calm in the future. There is no calm in being free. There is no freedom in the idea of being so. No, I had my failures, I had my shortcomings. I had my moments of inexplicable decadence. Yet it always comes back to this. To the beating of flesh on flesh. The agony, the bone splitting pain. The ache in your muscles knowing that another week has demanded another pound of flesh.”

“Yet here we stand once again, and the questions will be asked. The questions of why? Why are you here, Alexander? You demanded and screamed. Begged and cried, and wanted out. You wanted to be free of this, and yet. Only mere months removed, you’re here again. For what? Why? Why are you here again? Questions that I will answer. Questions that need to be answered for people to understand. To know why this is what it is. Where has The Conspiracy been? That’s a simple question, and the only one that I really think needs an answer.”

Alex is found sitting on a wooden chair, a dingy looking laneway. The flicker of a yellow fluorescent lightbulb, a doorway set in the brickwork of the laneway. Graffiti covered the walls, a rather artistic looking Raven painted onto the doorway. Alex to its left, Luna leaning against something covered in a tarp on the other side. Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno.

“The Conspiracy is dead. That’s the long and the short of it. When we left, we left it all behind. The fear of the past, the fear of an invisible hand. This idea of the world being out to get us. It died the day we left. It died the day we were free. It died when we got what we wanted, because we were allowed to understand. Allowed to see that fate? Destiny? Karmic retribution? All of it is nothing but a lie. A lie told by us, to delude us. To control our own narratives. But in that, some level of understanding. Control is what is desired, by you, by us. By the world. Control over ourselves, yet we forsake so much to this idea of a greater force. Karmic retribution doesn’t exist. Destiny? Fate? Ideals cast by those who wish to throw aside their own confidences. Confidences in themselves that they don’t need to guide themselves. That the world ordains it for them. This isn’t true. It is a nice lie to tell ourselves so that we can feel better about our failings.”

“The Conspiracy is dead because there is no conspiracy. There is nothing to determine us, except us. The only greater force in this world is us. The only greater force is Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno. We are the greater force. We are the Lost. We are the Broken. We are the Damned. Guiding sheep to understand. I  spoke of it once, and now I will let the world see. The world will know. Guiding those who think themselves perfect, unblemished. Guiding those who think themselves grounded and found. Guiding them to a better tomorrow. A world where they don’t have to pretend to be put together. To be so scared of failure, that they don’t allow themselves to be true. To be broken. To be lost. In The Lost, we shall be found.”

Alex leans forward in his seat a little. An oversized white and flowing shirt, bare feet, and simple black jeans. His brow furrowed in deep thought, the dance of frustration etching its way across his eyes. Luna steps forward, stepping in front of the door, placing her hand upon his shoulder. A wash of relief spilled over him. Bending his arm to place his hand upon hers. Squeezing gently.

“Love. Vanity. That's what I wanted to give the world. Self-actualisation, self endorsement. I wanted people to see themselves fully, and in turn, love themselves. Yet I grew to disdain myself in doing so. Anger, fury. A woman scorned by the world and the people she attempted to show a better way. Self love has nothing to do with their actual selves. No, to truly understand themselves, they needed to be shown a different way. A way that was staring me in the face the whole time. The man I married showed me a way to be perfectly imperfect once. He gave me insight into how one can be broken, but still able to move on. To be happy, to be loved. To be perfect in my own mind, in a way that didn’t demand the failings of others, nor did it demand them to be guided by a greater force. I was shown, and now, I’ll help him. I’ll help Alex show everyone. To love, to appreciate, to respect. To deny the ideas of something other than one’s self. This isn’t about redeeming our failures. No, this is about ensuring that it was only our faults that caused it. This is about ensuring that we get to find our own peace.”

“A year ago, we stood across from each other in this very tournament. At ends with ourselves, and having to make a choice. Who would succeed, and who would fail? The irony is that the ending meant nothing. I won, Sean won. Alex lost, and the other one too. Months later, it amounted to nothing. I didn’t beat Kayla, Sean didn’t beat Finn. A year on, and things never really changed. We just watched, and assumed things beyond our control. That our failings were a result of something beyond us. We were wrong. We know we were wrong. We are here to right those wrongs. I don’t need to be the winner, I just need to be there. To help my husband achieve what he always desired. To be the one to win this tournament. To be the one to go on to face for the World Championship, and this time? The world will be broken, and nobody gets to question why.”

Alex smiled, squeezing her hand as he slowly stands, turning to look into Luna’s eyes. Pulling her into his arms, into his embrace. The two of them standing there beneath the yellow light, in front of the door that really shouldn’t exist where it does. Yet it stands there despite it.

“And so it starts with you, Beauty. A certain irony in that. A creature so obsessed with oneself, self indulgent. Overstepping themselves. For better or worse, I can respect the desire to be the man to step into the ring. I can respect making the decision to throw it all to the wind. To attempt to be the best of the best right out of the gate. Part of me respects it. Part of me admires it. Part of me sees something in reflection of what I once stood with. Hawkes was a foe, and then an ally. Ego with ego, with ego. A merry band of failures who at the end of the day all had their comeuppance. I took my time away, Kevin continued to demand to be seen, and Hawkes… He did what he always has. Stomped and carried on and then disappeared. I don’t blame him. It's the way of egos. We can only do so much.”

“Yet it is unfortunate for you, Beauty. People may not like me. People may not consider me worth thinking about, but the truth? They’ll all tell you how dangerous this is. How problematic this situation is going to be for you. The truth? You pulled the absolute worst match you could have to start this tournament. Not only that, but you delayed it a week. You ruined my schedule, and for that. I have a problem with you. I have a problem with what you’re doing, I have a problem with your attitude. I have a problem because you have made me a problem. I do not like having problems in my life. Problems are issues that must be solved, and solving them… I’m pretty good at that. I’m pretty good at solving problems like you. Arrogance, ego and indulgence. Self-absorbed and obsessed. A person who sees perfection, not because they understand their shortcomings. Not because you see the fractures in your psyche, but because you need to be seen. To be looked and fawned upon. To be adored, to be loved. To be obsessed over. Beauty? That's in the eye of the beholder, and in this situation, I am the eye. I am the gazer upon truth. I am the arbiter of reality. I don’t see beauty in you.”

Alex and Luna look into each other’s eyes as they step apart slowly, standing either side of the door. Both hands come to rest on the lever handle, as they slowly push it down. A burst of lighting exploding out of the opening gap, quickly engulfing them in the blinding light.

“There is only one beauty in this world, and that is me. For there is a God, and she is me. Remember that, when you’re staring across the ring and are forced to reckon with reality. The reality that Alexander is the King to be. The one who will execute and tear down any who would stand in his way. Understand that there is only one bit of peace, and that exists in my presence. Without that, you’d be torn to ribbons. Ripped to shreds, and thrown to the birds as nothing more than a passing meal. With my presence, Beauty. You’re saved from having your one thing stolen from you. From having your life shattered before it can actually get it started. Your professional debut? You’ll begin to see the difference between the mewling brats of the Go Gym, and true professionals. World Champions. Ring Generals. You’ll be made to see the light.”


The lapping of the water at his feet was a cold reminder of what he was missing. He watched as Luna bobbed about in the water, getting an early morning swim in. The feeling of sand between his toes was aggravating, but it was pleasant. Sometimes he got to spend days in control. Able to experience the world, to be in control of what he was doing. To spend his moments with her, free from the room in his mind. Free from the torture.

Truthfully, he was hoping that this journey would be his true freedom. To give him an option once more. To give him the right to return to the world. By redeeming his failures, maybe, just maybe, he’d open the door for the final time. To be free of his own demons. To be free of this betrayal of his mind. To be free of The Lost.

It was hope for the sake of hope, but it was all he could do. Hope. Hope to be here in the moment, and to be here for her. To win the Blast from the Past on his own merits. To win the World Championship and prove that he was always deserving. The uncrowned king made real. To be on top for the first time in over a decade. He’d hoped it would be Finn Whelan. There was no point in denying it. He was adamantly disappointed that it was Alex Jones that likely stood at the end for him. Carter would be another pivot in the plans, but…

None of them were Finn Whelan. That was who he wanted, and it was stolen from him before it ever really had a chance to become real. It was a story that always repeated. Denied his opportunities for the World Championship over and over, in lieu of false pretense. A fear of giving away the marquee resulting in a complete loss of it. That was his justification anyway. He could do little but try to convince himself of these things. It was part of the process. Part of the growth.

He stretched his legs out, letting the lapping water flow up further, washing the sand from his toes, washing it back into the ocean. He gazed out towards the rising sun, over the beauty of one of the many Norwegian beaches. An excuse to travel was a benefit of the tour, but he wished he was present for more of it. He hoped to be present for more of it to come. To have more of these moments. To be truly alive for another moment. He closed his eyes and laid back, laying himself out on the sand. Tempting the ocean to simply sweep him up and away. Yet he didn’t move at all. He just lay there.

He didn’t really know how long had passed, eventually he felt the wetness of flesh on his. Luna laying down on his chest, her wet hair dripping onto him. He smiled, inhaling deeply. Her smell mixed with that of the sea. The wetness of the world bringing him to the moment. He opened his eyes slowly and his heart wrenched. He wasn’t on the beach, and she wasn’t on him. He was laying on the bed in that room. Staring at the ceiling as it dripped. The roof is leaking above him. Something different, but still the same prison. Maybe it was a sign of things to come. A change meant things were moving. Altering. Maybe the leak meant the world would collapse down and he’d be free of it.

He just wanted to be out there, with her. With everyone. To be alive and in the moment. To be free. He had to believe that getting to the end. Winning the Blast from the Past. Winning the World Championship. Standing at the apex of everything he’d worked toward had to fix this. Had to free him. Had to let him be himself again.

“Don’t deceive yourself. You’re stuck here forever. I’ve told you, Alexander. You’ll never be free of me. I am you, you are me. I am the fear, the doubt, the agony. I am you, because you are Lost. Together we will be found, but not alone. Never without our home. Never without this room. No matter how many doors you open, no matter how much the sky opens. You will never be free of me.” The Lost’s voice echoes through his mind.

Alex sighed, closing his eyes again. Feeling the tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Threatening to cascade down. He just wanted to be okay. To escape this all.

“Please…”


“I wonder, Beauty. Do you think you have it in you? Do you have the ability to do what needs to be done? Can you free yourself of the idea of your vanity and do what is required? It's one thing to be gifted. It's one thing to be a technical savant. It is completely different to brawl. To fight, to bite and claw. It is a completely different thing to step under the bright lights and stare down someone you know exactly how good they can be. There is all the tape study in the world available to you. A plethora of information, and yet. There is nothing that can truly prepare you for the first time you get hit by someone who truly wants to disfigure you. Who wants to break everything about you.

There is nothing that can prepare you to stand across from me, because there is no preparation for me. I’m sickened by the perpetual filth that oozes from these so-called ‘gyms’. This place is filled with miscreants and rats who tie their entire identity to this idea of a place being their family. A womb that birthed them as individuals who matter because of themselves. I took a disdain to Wolfslair, and in turn became one of the best Internet Champions Sin City had ever seen. I take a disdain to the Go Gym, and I will happily dismantle and tear down each and every one of you if that is what is needed. Because I want to show people how to stand for themselves. To owe no allegiance but that to what I have given them. A freedom. A change. The ability to be free of the decay that comes with being shackled to an ideology. To be told you are only good enough when you ‘graduate’.”

“There is no graduation in life. There is no graduation to understanding. Graduation is a pat on the back for passing the theory. Practicality however? That is a different beast altogether. See, think of this as your true first lesson. You drew the worst and you will experience the worst. You will be able to see the difference between professional and amateur. Between a hobbyist and a master. The difference between you and me, Beauty. That is what you will experience. That is what you will do. That is all you can look to do.”

A dark room, an empty void. A spotlight illuminates Alexander Raven, kneeling in front of Luna. Facing away from her. His head down, his hands hidden behind his back. One of her hands gently resting on his head, gently playing with his hair.

“You are a lesson. You are an example. You are to be a martyr for the ideals that I am here to spread. I am the Broken Messiah, I am the False Prophet. I spread lies, deceit and betrayal because that is all that worms are capable of. Lying, deceiving and betraying. That is all you will get, that is all you deserve. You will lay prone and you will accept the teachings I give. You will understand the gospel as I speak it. For there is no greater power, there is no divine force. The only beauty is that which I declare to exist, and you. You do not exist in my purview. You do not get to exist in the way of my journey. This is not your story, Beauty. This is not anyone else’s story, but mine.


This is the story of The Lost Raven, Alexander. This is the story that must have the ending I deem for it, for that is the only way I will ever be free. Truly free. To have the choice and the option. The option to do whatever I need, whatever I want. The option to exist without people like you. Miscreants and rats who need to be purged. Purged for the sake of the lesson I need to give to the world. If you can break, you will be broken, and in that? You will find your way to true peace. You will find your way back. You will find your way to standing on your own two feet, but to do so?”

“I will have to break you entirely.”

Alex slowly raises his head, staring directly in front of him. His eyes distant, his face surprisingly serene. Luna digs her fingers into his hair and takes hold, slowly pulling him up onto his feet. Once fully standing, she takes her hand away, the click of heels echoing as she walks away. Alex shakes his head and stretches his arms out wide, a subtle smile crossing his lips.

“Let me embrace you, and show you the way. Let me show you true love, Beauty. All you have to do, is let me. All you have to do, is exactly what I know you will do.”

“Let me break you.”

“For he who is lost, shall be found. For he who is lost, will be brought back home. For he who is lost, will be my sheep, and I shall shepherd you home. You simply need to let yourself break.”

Alex allows the smile to slip from his face, as he hands drop. Turning on his heel and walking away. Stepping out of the spotlight, and disappearing into the dark beyond. The click of a switch, and then the light is gone. All that remains is darkness.

And then…
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Climax Control Archives / 63
« Last post by Dreamkiller on April 17, 2025, 05:34:16 AM »
Chapter 63: Sacrifice

I was furious.

That may have been an understatement. Furious is too light of a word for how I feel right now. Completely and utterly enraged might be a better description. For the last few days, I had been stomping around the house. A simple act like making a coffee becomes an exercise in futile anger. Stirring the milk into my coffee the spoon made a loud clinking noise before I tossed it into the kitchen sink with a force that could be described as violent.

And it shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t be stomping around My Home in such a state. I know it, Finn knows it in fact everyone else who has come to visit knows it. But I simply can’t help myself. No matter how happy I am about my own success I find myself at the precipice of falling into a psychotic rage. I want to tear them both apart. I want to walk into the SCW locker room with a steel chair in my hand and start swinging. I want to scream in anger in their faces and tell them exactly why this is happening to them.

But I can’t.

Right now, I am standing in my home in Colorado. The home that Finn and I bought together. A symbol of just how far our relationship has come. Everyone has to remember that this shouldn’t have happened. A person like myself and a person like Finn forgetting everything that has happened to us in our past and coming together in a relationship is not something that happens every day. In fact, I would refer to it as a miracle. The kind of miracle that some people write about in those religious books that they put so much belief in.

That isn’t really my thing but to each their own

But I can’t deny that this is a miracle. Everything that Finn went through with that wretched bitch Erin, everything that I have been through with my daddy issues mixed with all of the stupid relationships that I had been in as well as my own psychosis when it came to feelings of any kind of romantic nature Fin and I being together, being happy and taking a step as big as owning a home together is not something that happens every day and it is something that should be studied and celebrated. I know this, Finn knows this. But right now it doesn’t mean that much to me.

While I’ve been able to step forward and become a champion again and raise my hand high fin lost his title. He lost his championship to someone who lied to his face and took advantage of him. He lost his championship because of his ex-wife and her manipulative bullshit ways. But, I seem to be the only one who was angry about it. I took a sip of my coffee and looked over at Finn who was sitting back and flicking through a book. I shook my head and paced back and forth.

Finn looked up and raised an eyebrow before shaking his head and slowly closing the book. ”You’re going to wear out a track in the floor” I stopped and tilted my head staring at him. Finn nodded slowly and put his book on the coffee table before sitting back. ”Alright, we’ve been home a few days, we have some time off and get to enjoy ourselves. But you’ve been miserable.”

I took a deep breath trying to keep it all in. ”I’m not miserable” I huffed and folded my arms over my chest ”I’m angry. I can’t believe you were robbed like that. And what’s worse is you seem to be okay with it.”

”Kayla”

I continued, Finn, sitting there and staring at me. ”Why aren’t you furious? Why aren’t you angry? Why aren’t you on the phone right now demanding a rematch and getting ready to kick the shit out of Alex and take back your championship? Why aren’t you letting me go after Aaron?”

”Because it doesn’t matter right now” I stopped and looked over at him. I was confused. How could it not matter? Why would it not matter? He cleared his throat and got to his feet stepping toward me. ”You did something that many thought was impossible. And you went out there and did it after seeing what happened to me. I don’t want to think about that right now and instead, I want to celebrate you. Celebrate your success.”

I shook my head and cleared my throat before stepping toward him. I took a deep breath and looked up before shooting a small smile at him. ”You make it impossible for me to stay angry you know that? You lost something special. I’m proud of what I did but at the same time I’m furious about what happened to you.”

Finn shook his head, his hand found my chin, and lightly lifted my head so I was looking straight out of him. He smiled lightly and leaned down before kissing my forehead. ”You can be angry or annoyed about what happens to me later. But for now can we please celebrate what you accomplished? You’re the champion again. Just like I knew you would be. I’m proud of you. I hope you know that.”

I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath. As I exhaled all of that anger and frustration left my body. My shoulders dropped and I relaxed. Something that Finn noticed. ”I guess I need to take my own advice. I keep saying that taking a loss is a learning experience and that you can always come back stronger. I expect that from myself, why wouldn’t I expect the same thing from the man I love?” 

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, I relaxed and stood there in his embrace. He was right. Getting angry about what happened to him was going to diminish what I accomplished. And that would be just another victory for Alex and Aaron. Another win for them over us. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let them think that they were able to get under our skin to the point where I couldn’t enjoy something that I was able to pull off.

This relationship was a miracle.

My miracle. I don’t know what I would do without him. I don’t know what I would be able to accomplish without him. But I knew what I’d been able to accomplish with him in my life. And now it is time to continue my work. It was not over. Just like I knew it was not over for Finn. God help everyone when he gets back. Because he’s going to be even better. Just like Me.

Blind leading the blind

There was a sharp inhale. Kayla Richards the new SCW world bombshells champion is sitting in her hotel room in Oslo Norway. She smiles slowly until her head looks over at a cup full of an amber liquid. She picks it up and gives it a sip before taking a deep breath and continuing.

”Strange isn’t it? Time after time and week after week I keep telling you people what is going to happen. I have always been honest. You can laugh all you want and you can think that I’m not but the truth is that every single time I open my mouth, I’m telling you the truth. Now, truth is a loaded word. Because one person‘s truth is another person’s lie. One person’s truth is another person‘s nightmare. Now, what is my truth? My truth is the collective nightmare of every single woman in that locker room. My truth is making every single one of them look substandard and worthless.”

She laughs and takes another sip of the liquid before putting it down. She then grabs a bottle, pulling it sideways and we see for the first time the label. Mjøderiet mead. The best in Norway. After all, Kayla is nothing if not a classy bitch….

”Think back. Think back to before the elimination chamber. What did I tell everyone? I told each and every woman in that match that I was going to be coming back better than I was before. But Andrea beating Me had made it harder for them. And it was true. You look back over my history, not just in this company but my history in general and you will see a distinct and clear pattern of brilliance. I am an excellent professional wrestler. Regardless of what you think about me personally you have to admit I am one of the best to put on a pair of boots and get into a professional wrestling ring whether that ring has four sides or six sides, whether or not it is a regular match or if it is in a giant steel cage.”

“I am one of the best to ever do this. And I told them all, I told them that I was going to get into that ring and I was going to leave us the champion. I told them that Andrea beating me meant I was going to come back stronger because that is what I have done every single time. I lost the Internet championship three times. And twice I got it back because I wanted to and I beat the people who beat me for it. There was one exception, and it was because I was ready to move on.”

“It’s because I set my sights on the world bombshells championship. And along the way, I won the world mixed tag team championships with Finn. We stood above everyone and set records, and we lost them. We lost them to the team of Eddie and Victoria Lions only to grab them right back in short fashion. And this company has struggled to find anyone willing to face us because every single one of you are cowards.”

“That is why that division is failing. Because there are no teams that have the balls to come up and face us.”

Kayla grows, clearly angry about the situation. She takes another sip of the Me. If she’s going to get drunk, this could get interesting.

”But, now what? Now that I have regained what is mine and I am back on top of the mountain where does this championship and Its champion go from here? My first run I beat almost everybody, I even beat Andrea one-on-one. She ended my rain and then I got the championship back in a match that featured almost all of the top contenders for this title. So, if I’ve just beaten everyone where do we go from here?”

“I could just wait for the blast from the past winner to reveal themselves. But that’s never been my style. And I will be getting back in the ring against Harper Mason this week but the more I think about facing her the more my stomach starts to churn and the more I want to throw up. Not because I’m scared or intimidated by Harper Mason but because I don’t like facing people who are not on my level or can’t ever reach my level. And trust me, Harper, despite what you believe you aren’t on that level and you never will be with the attitude that you currently have.”

“The same night that I was able to regain the top prize in women’s wrestling you lost to Bella Madison. And hey I’m not gonna stand here and say that Bella Madison is a bad champion and that you should be ashamed of yourself but you still lost in an Internet championship match. The title that I made famous that I hold three times you can’t even get your hands on and now you want to talk some shit while coming into a match with me?”

“Honey, I don’t know who you pissed off to get put in this match with me but you better find out their name and you better go apologise to them real fucking quick”

“And it’s also really cute that you’ve sat there and had this little talk with Victoria Lions on climax control. And I would take whatever that bitch says with a grain of salt. While she is the queen of the roulette division and she did win the queen for a day her other claim to fame is being able to wrestle the mixed tag team championships away from Me for a month before Finn and I snatched them back. Every single time Victoria has gotten the ring with Me I have beaten her and I have embarrassed her just like I did with you.”

Kayla rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest before sitting back and kicking her legs up on the chair that is next to her.

”I have had almost 50 matches in this company. 47 to be exact. And out of those 47 matches 40 of them I’ve won. You were one of those wins. And well I have watched my career from mountain top to mountain top. You have done nothing. You’ve lost a Bella Madison a few times, you’ve challenged some of the best that this company has to offer and you failed every single time. And now you get to face me again. Congratulations. You get to be in a non-title match against me. And if you should somehow win, if you should somehow shock the world and beat me then I dare say you have earned the right to face Me for the title.”

“But then what? Look back into your grand scheme and your grand plan Harper. What then? You somehow fluke went over me and then you get an opportunity for the bombshells championship. With my track record and my history, I come back stronger than ever and I beat you again. And your track record and your history says that the second you get an opportunity to make something of yourself, you will fail. You will choke.”

“That right there is the difference between people like me and people like you”

“I get an opportunity and I take it with both hands and do everything I can to make it count. I step above everyone and I take everything that I’m offered. I have already had a Hall of Fame-worthy career. Three-time Internet champion two two-time mixed tag team champion record mixed tag team championship rain and now a two-time bombshell champion with over 300 days combined. Tell me Harper, what makes you believe that you should even be allowed to step in the ring with Me? What makes you believe that you can beat me? What makes you believe that if you do beat me this is going to do anything but make your career even sad when you get another shot at Me and you inevitably choke and fail.”

“No, I have to save you from yourself. And I have to make sure this company knows that they made a mistake putting you against me. Then, if your little mentor who has been whispering in your ear wants to try and face Me? I will bury Victoria Lyons right next to you. This is your final warning, don’t fuck with me, Harper. You will regret it.”
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Climax Control Archives / “Something Wicked This Way Comes!”
« Last post by Harper Mason on April 15, 2025, 07:43:26 PM »
Harpin’ On With Harper, Backstage at Climax Control 421. Reykjavik, Iceland
Sunday the 13th of April 2025, 23:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, promo part one*

We cut to the backstage area after Climax Control has gone off the air following Bella’s win in the main event against Seleana Zdunich where we see Harper watching the closing moments of the match with an unreadable expression on her face.

”Bella’s been god damn unstoppable since she took the belt back from Aleesha at Inception VI, hasn’t she?” Harper comments as she walks away from the monitor, phone in hand, filming her vlog as she goes. ”Beat me twice in a row in her first two title defences and now has a non-title win over Seleana in a match where the hometown hero Fenris served as the special guest ref!

Almost everyone is ready to sing her praises as the bosses plan her next challenger, me? I’m left wondering what the hell I’ve been doing wrong over the past year or so!” Harper added as she brushed some of her dirty blonde hair out of her face, revealing a frustrated look on the twenty year old’s face. ”Here’s some math for you: since I signed with SCW in 2023 I’ve had a grand total of four title matches, my first one against Bobbie Dahl, my second against Victoria, both for the Bombshell Roulette Title, and my most recent matches against Bella, all pretty spread out at that! Meanwhile Cassie just seems to be handed title shots just for being a breathing body on the roster!”

Harper lets out a deep, frustrated breath as she flips some hair over her shoulder.

”I’m not trying to disparage Cassie’s efforts since she signed with SCW last summer, nor am I trying to invoke the memories of my older cousin Jessie when she was on the roster, god knows I’ve worked hard enough to shake off those comparisons, but it’s getting really hard to maintain my “nice girl of the Bombshell Division” persona when I seem to be playing second fiddle to someone who openly admits to being a former stone! And that’s all before Victoria and Vincent Lyons entered the picture earlier tonight!” Harper looks up towards the arena’s ceiling for a moment before letting out a deep breath. ”God fucking knows I’ve had more than my share of dealings with that woman since she signed with SCW last year.

Just to get one thing out of the way, I don’t care that I almost won the match, being thrown into a handicap match against two of the top Bombshells in the division because I pay tribute to my mentors in every promo I cut is still bullshit! And just to answer another question? No, I don’t know what the terrible twins were getting at when they cornered me after Eddie’s win over Artie in the opening match! Trust me, I was just as surprised by their sudden interest in me as everyone else! But the gist of it seems to be that Victoria has me marked as one of her next challengers which brings me to me next point! I don’t know if Victoria’s interest is tying into this or not, whoever wrote the match  preview for this week’s Main Event seems to think so, but just under a year since the last time I faced her in a non-title match? I’m facing Kayla Richards in a non-title match in next week’s Main Event!”

Harper let out a deep breath.

”At the very least Andrea Hernandez was kind enough to ensure that it’s not the same title reign that she originally faced me in!” Harper added as she shook her head. ”Because god knows this year’s first international tour hasn’t repeated much of the same beats as last year’s! I know Kayla is a tough bitch, I also know she’s a bitch in general, and much like the aforementioned Bella, she doesn’t know who her next challenger will be yet!

Do I really need to tap into my killer instinct to score the upset win of the year and beat Kayla in her first match of her second reign as World Bombshell Champion? And if I do, what would that mean for the title picture that I just alluded too?” Harper asked hypothetically as she started making her way to the car park. ”Actually, here’s a better question, what influence, if any, will Victoria have over this match?”

*end vlog*

Harper’s Hotel Room, Reykjavik, Iceland
Monday the 14th of April 2025, 11:00am

It was the day after Climax Control 421 and Harper was at her laptop checking for notifications on Twitter/Facebook, however the events of last night’s Climax Control are very fresh in her mind as the twenty year old goes through Facebook.

”I haven’t even interacted with Victoria since I challenged her for the Roulette Title back in August.” Harper muttered to herself as she rested her chin on her hand. ”And that was right after my feud with Alicia ended at Summer XXXTreme, why the sudden interest?”

A knock at the door interrupted Harper’s train of thought and she answered, on the other side of the door was Cassie, fresh off being screwed out of her spot in the Blast from the Past Tournament the previous night. ”Hey, didn’t get to do this over breakfast but I wanted to check in on you after that whole mess with Victoria last night.” Cassie explained and Harper nodded as she got the idea. ”Can I come in?”

”Yeah, yeah, come in.” Harper nodded before stepping aside and letting Cassie in. ”Though I feel I should do the same for you after Mikah cheated her way to the next round.”

”Oh trust me Harp, I could rant throughout the whole flight to Oslo, in other words, for just under three hours, about how incompetent SCW’s refs are and I’d still have material left for the journey to the hotel!” Cassie grunted in frustration before she sat down on the bed and Harper nodded before returning to her laptop. ”Speaking of, Josh said the checkout is at one so we’ve got at least an hour to kill before we need to get packing.”

”I’ve mostly been killing it by going through Facebook and Twitter, but good to know I guess.” Harper responded as she leaned back in her chair. ”When I’m not trying to figure out just what Victoria is up too with this scheme of hers.”

”I went back and watched the footage from that seg before I came over, the way they were cornering you was definitely unsettling.” Cassie responded as she ran a hand through her hair and Harper nodded in agreement. ”Good thing I stumbled upon it when I did because who knows where they would’ve taken it if I didn’t happen to be in the area to chase them off?”

”On one hand? The Lyons Twins are unreadable at the best of times, on the other hand? That’s gonna give me nightmares for at least a week.” Harper responded with a shudder and Cassie nodded in agreement. ”At the very least Eddie seems to have a good head on his shoulders though if all the Lyons siblings are like Victoria and Vincent? Maybe he’s the black sheep!”

”Can’t really comment on that, didn’t interact with the Lyons that much when we were in PWS: Apex together.” Cassie responded with a shrug and Harper nodded. ”Also, thing I’ve been wondering: was there any truth to Victoria’s words about you and the opportunities I’ve been getting since I joined SCW in August?”

”You mean when they were trying to insinuate that you were Josh’s new favourite toy? Oh god, that sounded way worse than I meant it to!” Harper facepalmed as she realized what she had just said. ”Never mind he age gap between us and Josh! Look, I’d be lying if there wasn’t some jealously, especially after you got an Elimination Chamber Qualifier and I spent most of the cycle unsure of what I’d be doing, if anything at Blaze of Glory until I won that qualifier, but trust me, there was nothing personal behind it, Victoria was just trying to make it sound a lot worse than it actually was!”

”I figured but thanks for clarifying.” Cassie nodded in appreciation before she stood up. ”Good luck against Kayla Harp, as one of her last opponents I know exactly how tough she is, and don’t do anything crazy!”

”That coming from a woman who literally cut a wrestling promo inside a dormant volcano?!” Harper snarked and Cassie just shook her head. ”I mean yeah, I know a bit more about it than Rocky thanks to my own trip into that thing but still!”

”That only happened once! And honestly, how often are we going to visit a country with volcanos safe enough for tours like that?” Cassie asked with a smirk and Harper shook her head. ”Exactly! I’ll come get you once my packing’s done Harp, Josh will want a chat about the incident with Victoria too.”

”Honestly? I’m surprised you beat him to the punch!” Harper responded with a grin and Cassie shook her head with a chuckle before leaving.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Hotel Room, Oslo, Norway
Tuesday the 15th of April 2025, 14:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, promo part two*

With her upcoming match fresh in her mind Harper clearly has a lot to think about over the coming week, especially with what was at stake in this non-title match against Kayla.

”Let’s go back to that first title reign, shall we Kayla? I’m not even talking about the first match we had in Turkey last May, at least not yet, but just the reign in general.” Harper stated as she leaned back in her chair. ”When we faced off at that show, you seemed unstoppable, you and Finn had an iron grip on not just the World Bombshell and World Heavyweight Titles but the Mixed Tag Team Titles as well, by the time Andrea ended the reign back in January you had the second longest World Bombshell Title Reign to date, just behind Amber Ryan, and what happened?

The Lyons broke that illusion when they took the Mixed Tag Team Titles from you, now, I’m not about to deny that they had a little help from Miles Kasey who was being about as subtle with his interference as Fenris was in his role as Special Guest Referee last Sunday but is it really that hard to not see that as the beginning of the end of that reign?” Harper asked before smirking a bit. ”If you ask me? No.”

Harper shifts her weight a bit as she continues.

”You know, it’s kinda funny because I realized when I was rewatching that episode of Climax Control to prepare that this was the same show where Victoria made her debut, and almost a year later I’m taking you on in a match that’s happening right after Victoria has decided, for lack of a better term, to make me her pet project.” Harper added before getting back on track. ”It’s also been a year since I went back and rewatched that match and two things were immediately evident in hindsight: one: whether I wanted it or not, I had a lot of help from Juliana DiMaria in that match, and I think I made my thoughts on that situation clear as day when I wiped her out with a suicide dive, the other thing?

You underestimated me Kayla.” Harper added as she folded her arms. ”Heading into that match you treated me as an afterthought, some teenage rookie being fed to the lions, and yeah, at that point in my SCW career? I was just a few months short of my 20th birthday and had only been in SCW since the previous September, why wouldn’t you, the almighty Kayla Richards underestimate the young, hungry and inexperienced Harper Mason?”

Harper smirks a bit as she flips some hair over her shoulder.

”Except that came dangerously close to biting you on the ass, didn’t it Kayla?” Harper asked rhetorically before leaning forward. ”You thought that match was going to be a walk in the park but I made you work for that win! Even had you on the verge of tapping out thanks to my submission expertise, what can I say? Being a former high school wrestling standout comes with its perks.

But that begs the question Kayla, are you going to make the same mistake in Oslo as you did in Turkey?” Harper added as she looked right at the camera. ”Because really Kayla? The only things that have changed about me in the year that’s passed since our first match is that I’m a year older and a few months closer to being able to drink legally back home in Vegas and that I’m in my second full year as an SCW Bombshell, but you? The kinks have started to show in your armour Kayla, you lost the World Bombshell Title once and while you did reclaim it in the chamber, let’s be honest with ourselves here: how much longevity is there in reign #2?”

*end vlog*

Rock In, Oslo, Norway
Tuesday the 15th of April 2025, 21:00pm

The Rock In Bar was one of several metal bars in Oslo and given that Norway was the birthplace of Black Metal? That wasn’t surprising, what was surprising was the conversation Josh was having with Harper as they were enjoying themselves in the bar.

“Harper, I have enough headaches with it is with Cassie campaigning to get Drew Patton fired over his officiating of her Blast from the Past match.” Josh sighed after he set his drink down and Harper nodded. “Now I have your whole situation with the Lyons on top of that.”

”Trust me Josh, I was just as surprised when they approached me after Eddie’s match as they were.” Harper admitted as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”And I’m glad Cass stepped in when she did but I can’t get what Victoria was saying to me out of my head, especially considering the opportunities Cassie has gotten in her short time in SCW.”

“Let’s just get that out of the way, I don’t have as much influence over yours and Cassie’s bookings as I’d like in SCW, much like I did when I wrestled in the men’s division I have to take whatever you and Cassie get as they come and trust me, if I could’ve campaigned for you to get a chamber qualifier, I would’ve.”

”And that, in turn, would’ve saved Christian a lot of headaches as it related to setting the match up.” Harper responded dryly and Josh nodded in agreement. ”But I guess another part of it is when that qualifier would’ve been booked and against who? Song or Seleana? Bobbie or Prudence?”

“Sounds like a no win situation either way.” Josh nodded in agreement before shifting the topic. “But what about your rematch with Kayla on Sunday? It’s non title like your first match against her but unlike last time Juliana is unlikely to make an appearance.”

”I know she’s in the Blast from the Past Tournament and, well, her match hasn’t happened  yet so it’s safe to say that it’ll be one of the final four matches to take place next week.” Harper responded after thinking over the past two shows. ”Which of course means Kayla will try to say that I only did as well as I did because Julianna got involved.”

“It’s your job to prove her wrong if she does say that.” Josh responded after thinking for a moment and Harper nodded in agreement. “Maybe even score the upset of the year.”

”Easier said than done off course.” Harper responded before they returned to enjoying the music and the scene in general.

Harpin’ on with Harper, Harper’s Hotel Room. Oslo, Norway
Tuesday the 15th of April 2025, 23:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, final promo part*

As Harper gets ready for her final vlog of the week regarding her match against Kayla in this Sunday’s Main Event Harper is back in front of her laptop with her arms crossed.

”I bet you think you’ve got this all figured out, don’t you Kayla?” Harper asked as she looked at her nails playfully. ”You just took back the World Bombshell Title from Andrea in the Main Event of Blaze of Glory XII, you’re back on top of the food chain, the queen of the mountain, but then, something wicked this way comes! And by that I mean our rematch.

See, Kayla, this isn’t as black and white as you want it to be, this isn’t going to be an easy win for you so you can reestablish your dominance of the Bombshell Division all over again, this isn’t going to be a repeat of that match we had in Turkey.” Harper added as she shook her head with a look of determination on her face. ”You don’t want to admit it, I get that, your ego’s too fragile to admit it Kayla but I came THIS CLOSE to scoring the upset of the year when we wrestled in Turkey one year ago, and now, almost a year later, do you really think you’re going to repeat history against me?”

Harper shakes her head.

”Tell me, how did repeating history against Andrea work out when you faced her at Inception VI? You beat her at High Stakes sure, but you couldn’t get the job done the second time around and the only reason why you have that gold now is because the bosses added you and Andrea to the World Bombshell Title Match at Blaze of Glory! Call it what you want Kayla because I’m seeing it for what it its!” Harper added before leaning in on her desk. ”You’re not as invincible as you think!

Sure, you lost the Mixed Tag Titles to the Lyons in the lead up to High Stakes but that can at least be put on Finn’s shoulders since Eddie pinned him to win the match, but who could you blame when you lost the World Bombshell Title?” Harper asked rhetorically before smirking as she knew the answer already. ”No one but yourself and this Sunday I’m going to put some more kinks in your armour when I defeat you!”

It's that simple.

”I don’t know if this is Victoria’s influence over me coming to the service already but any way you look at it? This has the makings of the upset of the year!” Harper added as she rested her hands behind her head. ”And this Sunday I will be laser focussed on making that dream a fucking reality when I knock the biggest bitch in the Bombshell Division down a peg or ten.”

And wit that Harper decided to wrap things up.

”And I can already hear your ego going into overdrive as you try to deny everything I just said, go ahead, try.” Harper added as a wide smirk appeared on her face. ”It’ll just make my win over you that much sweeter because the world needs a new hero ad her name is “The Slaytanic Avenger” Harper Mason! See you in the ring Kayla!”

Harper turned off her webcam as the scene fades.
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Character Building Roleplays / Chapter 2: Sarah's Folly
« Last post by Frankie Holliday on April 13, 2025, 05:10:54 PM »

I have told you about my mom, and while I should, and in some ways do feel bad for her, she was complicit in everything that happened to me, even if she didn’t really have much to do with it.

Sarah was born in 1982. She met an awful man in 1999, married him in 2000 and had me in 2001.

From there, despite being the ripe old age of 20, Sarah was a mom. She did the best she could, but she really had no frame of reference and no one to lean on. And it took its toll obviously. When someone just essentially legally kidnaps you, it’s kind of hard. And I would suggest that it just became too much for her.

My mother was there for the majority of my childhood. She tried to teach me things, but when you barely know how the world even works, it becomes rather difficult. She gave me a tablet and let me just learn on my own. My teacher was the internet itself. And not even the awful cesspool the internet is now. Like the infantile days of youtube. Nothing but 10 minute videos of people posting random nonsense. Before anyone really wanted to be youtube famous.

My mother did, when I was young, care for me. She tried her best, I suppose, to raise me. I learned how to read, write, speak and spell without issue. Charlie? I know once I was able to walk, left me to my own devices, but did, a time or two, actually reach out, hold me and comfort me when something was wrong. But most of that was my mother.

Again, it’s not like my mother has some elaborate backstory to really talk about. She was 17 years into her young life, and then boom, you get fucking uprooted, and given a false promise of an easy life. And she lamented it the day she found out she was pregnant. Again, you have to grow up almost instantly when this happens. You just are a parent. I don’t know if my mother ever thought about other options, but then again, I never asked. All I know is that I’m here, and it seemed to suck the soul out of my mother.

I know all too well, just how much having no time to grow up and mature can strain a person. Imagine just being removed from everything you know and you love and being put in a different place, and having to essentially start your life all over again. And with a person who doesn’t really even love or care about you. I don’t think Charlie really cared about anything but himself. He gave my mother money, and just stepped aside after that. He trapped her in a way that I wouldn’t wish on anybody. She was utterly dependent on him, and he essentially used my infancy and early childhood to help handcuff my mother to him.

I don’t believe that Charlie ever really loved my mother. He loved things about her, sure. But truly loved and cared for? No. And what lesson does that teach a woman? To Charlie my mother’s only value was what she could give him when he needed or wanted it. Getting pregnant with me obviously wasn’t what he wanted and only briefly made him act at least… decently, I guess towards my mother. She was a piece of meat, with no real way out of the situation.

Until she found it. Or rather… it was given to her.

I will say that my mother did everything she could have done, all things considered, to raise me. I was fed, clothed, and had a roof over my head. I was taught how to function properly. I had a small sense of right and wrong, good and evil, as it were. My formative years were spent as most any other child’s were. Essentially, it was a 9-5 for my mother. Because after 5, usually dinner time, I was pretty much left to my own devices.

But it became too much for my mother.

Again, you are a straight A student, you have your whole life ahead of you, and then boom, it’s all gone. Like, fucking GONE. You have this new life, and you have to raise a child and you are getting nothing from your partner. It’s a parasitic relationship and eventually, you run out of energy to give. No matter who you are, or how strong you think you are. We all have our breaking points. I often saw my mother crying, no doubt wondering how she fucked up this badly. When I was 8, she suffered a mental breakdown and spent several weeks in the hospital. She came home after that and it did not get any better.

 When I was 9, my mother finally succumbed to medication to help her get through the day. Something to take the pain away. The stress of life is crazy. And sometimes, you need a little help to get you through the day. And she got it.

Alprazolam.

Or, as you probably know it, Xanax.

I don’t know if normal antidepressants would have done any better or worse. Actually, yes I do.

You see, Xanax is usually prescribed for stress, and it relaxes people. But, oddly, or perhaps, not so oddly, one of the side effects of Xanax is actually difficulty sleeping. So, the mood was helped for a little bit, but then it wasn’t enough. This went on for a couple of years. Finally, my mother had to have something to help her sleep. And she got it.

Zolpidem.

Or, as you may know it, Ambien.

Combining Ambien and Xanax together isn’t recommended. They are both antidepressants. They both cause fatigue, drowsiness, and more importantly, slow down breathing. Once the doctor found out about this possible combination, he no longer gave her Xanax and instead, prescribed Sertraline. Which is Zoloft.
Zoloft in the morning enabled my mother to power through and mask the horrible feelings she had. Perhaps I was able to give her some joy early on, but everyone has their limits.

The Ambien was a different story. 

I watched many times as a child as she took those pills and would literally be comatose about 30 minutes later. Completely unresponsive and unable to do anything even if she wanted to. But, she did have a sleepwalking issue which then resulted in multiple times her sleepwalking to the kitchen, opening bottles and retrieving food from the refrigerator, and walking away, back to the couch or even her bedroom and laying down again. I had to ensure a lot of the time that my mother actually slept on her side or stomach, because she would vomit and it would get stuck in her mouth. I distinctly remember fishing chunks of food from her mouth with my finger, and Charlie doing the same once I told him about it. I suppose at least, he cared for her in that he didn’t want her to die.

Perhaps more so that he would be the prime suspect in her death investigation than anything else.

There was even a time when my mother took Ambien, and then went to sleep, only to get up, grab her keys, get in the car and drive down the highway.This is rare, but it did happen. She was pulled over and arrested and Charlie had to bail her out. Perhaps she was mentally trying to escape without even realizing it. But she was trapped.

This incident caused my mother to lose her license and so she couldn’t really go anywhere, further trapping her. Surrounded by the same walls, the same floors, the same things, all day, everyday. I know why my mother took pills. To escape this existence. Perhaps it was just my presence that prevented her from ultimately taking all of them.

It forced me to grow up and mature faster than normal. I basically ran the house when I was 10. I learned through osmosis for some things, but a lot of things I had to look up on the internet. I suppose I should be thankful that it was there. If there was one thing my parents did give me, it was exceptional intelligence. I probably wasted it on dumb shit if I’m being honest, but I was able to essentially cook and clean, and do many household related activities very early in life. My mother had a hand in it, as did Charlie. But when your father has no interest in you and your mother can’t take care of herself much less a child, what more can you really do?

I honestly don’t know if my mother is even aware I left the house. I won’t say that our relationship is broken, or even strained. She raised me, sure. But that only lasted for the first 10-11 years of my life. Once my mother was caught up in pills, once she was finally broken, there wasn’t anything there. She became more or less a zombie who barely spoke, just went through her routine like a robot. She was a husk of a person. She had been on autopilot for basically my entire middle to high school life. It is why she didn’t object to Charlie finding a renewed interest in me.

My mother never reached out to me, she never attempted to contact me in any way once I was gone. She sat there, when Charlie told me to leave. She sat there, on the couch blissfully unaware. Part of me in that moment hoped that it was a permanent one for her. I hoped it was the end for her. More of a mercy killing than anything.

So I can’t really be mad at her, other than putting an incredible strain on me, through no fault of her own.

The end result is that Charlie ruined my mother, which caused my mother to be unable to properly raise me.

I’m not from a broken home, my home was DESTROYED.

And it has made me who I am.
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Character Building Roleplays / Chapter 1: The Ballad Of Charlie Holliday
« Last post by Frankie Holliday on April 12, 2025, 10:50:19 PM »

My father is a predator and a deviant.

But I cannot tell my story, without telling his story first. Because we’re a lot alike.

No, I’m not a predator. Well, I am. But at least not in that same sense. And I’m not nearly on his level of being a deviant, but we are both products of the home and time we grew up in.

But this is the prequel, if you will, as to how I became the agent of chaos.

Charlie was born in 1960 in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Charlie was a product of the late ‘60’s and into the ‘70’s and like all teens do I guess, he rebelled against his parents, who were products of the 1940’s. Shit was crazy back then. World War II, into the Cold War, Red scare, everybody suspicious of everybody. Rock and Roll coming into its own and being scary as FUCK. Dudes just shaking their hips scared old people and made it devil music. And then you got people going into space, The President of the United States getting shot. Shit was WILD back then.

And then here comes Charlie, who grows up and more people get shot, the hippies show up, and everybody is on drugs. But by all accounts Charlie was a square. A nerd that got swirlies I guess. But boy when he hit the late ‘70’s he fell in love with punk rock. And that fueled his rebellion. He was about anarchy, fighting the man. He was going to concerts, hanging out at bars and clubs and probably doing some shady shit.

I mean, he was. He said so during a drunken rant a time or two.

But then something happened and all of a sudden he was 25 and realized dying his hair and spiking it into a mohawk wasn’t going to be the best option. Because shit changes when you’re 18. There’s no test or anything that says “You’re an adult now.”
You just…are.

 And suddenly, Charlie had to figure life out after a few years of still being carefree despite not actually being able to be as carefree as he was. And so, Charlie grew up and finally tried to get his life together, but those 7 years of drinking, smoking, doing copious amounts of drugs, fucking, and being a punk rocker had left him 7 years behind.

He wasn’t good at anything. Those times where you’re supposed to learn a skill or trade or… anything useful, he had pissed away starting to start a band and an anti-government coup. Probably both at the same time. But once that faded, he had to try and fucking do something.

So he spent the ‘80’s and ‘90’s trying to find something. To become something. All the while still maintaining the rebellious spirit he had. He was still anti-government, but that shit doesn’t pay bills. He spent the better part of two decades landing odd jobs and getting fired because he was a functioning alcoholic and drug addict. Finally, he became a contractor, working for himself and doing roofing, landscaping, shit like that. And he found himself wanting to settle down.

And so, this being the ‘90’s, he found the internet, a fancy new thing to try and get himself a girlfriend and wife. And he set his eyes on a woman named Sarah Clyde. Only, by this point, he wasn’t looking for the girlfriend or wife type. He wasn’t trying to find that at all. What he thought was settling down wasn’t even that.
He was simply looking for a permanent hookup.   

And Charlie took advantage of Sarah, who was only 17 at the time.
In the year 1999… Charlie was 38.

He wined and dined her, and I mean, Sarah was captivated and probably had a thing for older men. Some people are like that. And she thought she was going to live a life that sounded pretty good to a teenager.

“You don’t have to work, you can stay at home, you have money so you don’t need to worry about anything like that. He’s got the job, the car, the career, the house. He knows what he’s doing. He’s got life figured out.”

That sounds pretty great for someone who isn’t even out of fucking high school.

And for the record, nobody has life figured out even at 38. When you’re trying to have a relationship with a person half your age, you have NOTHING figured out.

Charlie set this relationship up and they kept it a secret for six months. He groomed her. And then Sarah turned 18 and now, like I said before, she was an adult. Again, you just are one day. Shit is weird like that. So, Charlie, who had money, bought a house and moved himself and Sarah out of Michigan entirely and settled in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

This was part of his manipulation and control. He moved her away from everyone she knew. He convinced her this was the right thing to do because he was going to make her life easy. But Charlie wasn’t looking for a loving relationship. Simply, one of dependence. She would be dependent on him, and without him, she would have nothing, and be somewhere where she would be well behind if she attempted to leave.

And the dream scenario turned into her nightmare, because that’s what always happens.

Charlie never went anywhere with Sarah. She may have gone out on her own from time to time, but she had no social life. She didn’t know the neighbors, didn’t work, didn’t drive, she had the bare minimum, and she slowly began to realize that maybe this wasn’t what she wanted. Because, again, she was FUCKING 18. I cannot imagine how batshit crazy the life she was living was then, but I think I have a pretty good idea.

And maybe Charlie sensed that was what was happening, because in 2000, on October 31st, they were married. A 40 year old man married a 19 year old girl. Answering the question “Who the fuck gets married on Halloween?”.

Timing is everything in life I guess, right?

And then, to ring in the new year, Sarah got pregnant. And Charlie was not happy about it. He realized what it meant for him. He now had an extra mouth to feed, and not one that could give him any personal benefits. Sarah was nothing but a concubine for Charlie. And with her pregnant, sex was… less of an option, not that he didn’t try. But now she had less uses. And seeing this as a big negative instead of life being created…

Charlie kicked Sarah out of the house with nothing.

And for two months, Sarah had to stay at a shelter, having no money to do anything for herself.

After those two months, Charlie came back. Perhaps coming to his senses, or more likely, perhaps sobering up for a short period. Charlie poured his heart out to Sarah who, not having any other options, took him back and moved back into the house. And for that short period? Life was as she thought it might be.

And 9 months later, out popped little Francesca Denise Holliday.
September 10th, 2001.
Yes, if you ever had any doubt, I AM a harbinger of world-changing events.

Charlie, at that point, thought about actually settling down. He took care of me, from what my mother told me. He played with me, carried me, bought me things, changed my diaper and all that stuff that dads are supposed to do. Perhaps I gave him some kind of purpose, a reason to not be a complete shithead.

But, turns out, that wasn’t true either.

As soon as I could walk, talk and move about a house of my own volition, Charlie pretty much tagged out on actually being a parent and left that up to Sarah. I became just another mouth to feed, and not one that he was personally interested in feeding if he could help it. Charlie was 40 and wondering what the hell happened to his life.

I became a burden.

I suppose that being a parent isn’t something you just can do without actually wanting to do it. And I know Charlie didn’t want to do that, mainly because of how I was treated.

Now, Charlie was never abusive to me. He never physically harmed me. No, that was too much effort. He may have had some actual disdain for me as a person. I cramped his style, I had to be taken care of. But once I hit the age of 14, I was paraded in front of Charlie’s friends and co-workers. Several times, I was hit on my men nearly 3 times my age, and Charlie didn’t really care. I found it terrible at first. I wasn’t even fully into my body, not developed as a person, and so while I thought this was terrible at first, I became used to it. But I couldn’t become my mother. So that’s why I say at first, because I began to understand and figure out that these men would give me anything I asked for. So, I began using them instead. And I amassed quite a bit of money, gifts and clothes, simply by flirting with 40 year old men, and never giving them anything in return other than a compliment, and most of the time, my time to listen or simply be objectified. It was a small price to pay for becoming a hustler at the age of 15 with literally no consequences.

But Charlie wasn’t impressed by this. I don’t know if he really cared about me at all. He never told me he loved me. Every request was a huge burden, every holiday a complete fiasco. More or less, I got presents and other material things so I would shut up and leave him alone, unless I could do something for him.

The only other real use I had was drunken therapy sessions, which is pretty much where I learned all the information I know. Now, it IS entirely possible that Charlie was gaslighting me, so there’s that aspect as well.

I suppose that was enough, since I did manage to become a fully functioning adult, so there’s that. Not that Charlie is or was interested in that in the first place. I was, and always will be a burden to him, I could never please him, or make him proud or even happy for me. He believed he did his job. And to an extent, I suppose he did.

I have not seen Charlie since I left. That night, Charlie has no idea who I was, and assumed I was either A) A hooker, or B) There to rob him. So he pulled a gun on me, and told me to get out of his house.

So I did.

And I’ve been on my own ever since.

 I don’t know if he’s still alive. I will assume he is though. If I know anything about him, it’s that all the years of drugs and alcohol probably gave him a death tolerance. Death has been coming for him for a long time, and he has persisted for this long.

That’s what I know of my father. I suppose it’s cliche that a girl would have daddy issues.

 But I’m different.

 I don’t JUST have daddy issues.

I have mommy issues too.
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Climax Control Archives / How Does This Happen?!…an Artie RP
« Last post by Bobbie Dahl on April 12, 2025, 12:17:42 AM »
Monday March 12
Las Vegas, Nevada
It’s Really Happening!



It’s been a whirlwind couple of weeks for Bobbie Dahl and her manager husband Artie. After winning her elimination chamber qualifier match and what she said was her final match anyway, Bobbie had spilled the news to Artie that she was pregnant! The two had thought that Bobbie could not get pregnant naturally and were ready to seek out alternative methods when low and behold it seemed the impossible was definitely possible. At least according to the pregnancy test she took.

Home pregnancy tests were not always accurate so the next day Bobbie made sure to schedule an appointment with her doctor as soon as she possibly could. And while Bobbie was over the moon and excited, Artie was a bucket of nerves. Hopeful, yes. Looking forward to becoming a father, also yes. But thinking the test was possibly a false negative was most of what he was feeling.

Luckily for the both of them, they had found out the news just a short while ago that the test was in fact true. Bobbie was indeed pregnant and not only did the blood test confirm, but the ultrasound did as well. They had just left the appointment and were heading to Bobbie’s parents house, both completely on cloud nine.

“I still can’t believe that little spot is a baby.” Artie says as he looks at Bobbie from the corner of his eye while driving. Bobbie was in the passenger seat, her eyes glued to the ultrasound photo they had been given. “We’re really gonna be parents, Bobbie.”

Bobbie continues to smile as she looks at Artie. “Did you ever think this would happen?!” She asks excitedly, turning the ultrasound photo towards Artie so he can glance at it again.

Artie lets out a slight laugh before he starts, “I dunno.” He shrugs and does his best to keep his eyes on the road. Although the two were technically childhood sweethearts, they didn’t officially become a couple until just a few years ago. “For a while there I didn’t even think we’d ever get married. I mean you did think I was gay for the longest time…”

Artie manages to laugh as he reminds her of this well known fact. Bobbie’s jaw drops as she just stares at him. “Did you really just bring that up again?!” She asks with a laugh of her own. “I’ve told you a million times that I didn’t really believe that, Artie. It was just some silly excuse my anxiety made up for why you weren’t telling me how you felt.”

Artie laughs again and shakes his head. “And what was your excuse for not admitting your feelings first?” He grins at her, trying to see her reaction from the corner of his eye. As he waited for her to respond, he couldn’t help but notice how happy he currently felt. It was the happiest he had been in quite some time. Any other time, bringing up their complicated history would still feel awkward to him. But now? It was just the funny story of how they met and got together that they would tell to their son or daughter one day.

“Hey!” Bobbie says loudly and frowns, but only for a second. “That’s not fair to turn this around on me, Artie. You know it was complicated for me!” She pouts, but her attention once again goes back to staring at the ultrasound photo and runs her finger over what Artie had referred to as the little ‘spot.’

Just as Artie is able to respond, they finally arrive at Bobbie’s parents house. He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park, shutting off the engine. As Bobbie is about to open her door, Artie’s expression fades and he becomes a little sad. “I always thought if this ever happened, that both our parents would be here to celebrate with.” He sighs and shrugs again. “Ah well. I can Facetime Dad later. I know life doesn’t always work things out how we’d like it to.”

Bobbie places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I told you we could have flown him back out here for a couple of days.”

Artie shakes his head then finally opens his door slightly. “I told you that Dad said he was busy so couldn’t make it out here this time. He said he’d celebrate with us very soon though.” He shrugs, still a bit disappointed. “I’m a bit curious what he’s busy with that is more important than celebrating us expecting our first child, but whatever I guess.”

They both finally get out of the car, shutting their doors at the same time. They hear Loki start barking excitedly from the backyard, and Bobbie smiles. “Loki, baby! Momma and Dad are back!!” More excited barking follows before Artie and Bobbie make their way up towards the front door.

Bobbie’s mother is quick to open the door and to greet her daughter and son in-law, and Bobbie’s father soon joins her. “Alright, tell me. How did it go? Do we have a little bun baking in that oven?!”

All four share a quick laugh before Artie and Bobbie share a quick glance. They pretend to look disappointed but Bobbie can’t pretend for very long before she holds the ultrasound photo up for her parents to see. “We sure do!! Here’s our little bun bun!”

Bobbie’s mother squeals with delight as she and Bobbie head inside quickly to fawn over the exciting news. Bobbie’s father laughs and shakes his head as he steps aside and let’s Artie walk in after him. “Congratulations, son.” He says, patting Artie on the back proudly. “You two are going to make great parents.”

Artie smiles and shakes his father in-law’s hand thankfully. Just hearing the words again sounded so strange. “Thanks, Mr. Dahl. I’m just happy that we finally get to make you a grandpa!” Artie cracks a smile and waits for his reaction.

Bobbie’s father scratches his head and chuckles. “You a father and me a Grandpa? Crazy thought, ain’t it, son?” To Artie’s surprise he wasn’t at all put off at the word grandpa. He seemed ready to embrace it. “And now that Bobbie has some nice extended, if not permanent time off from wrestling, you have all the time in the world to truly get ready for what is to come.”

“Well, Bobbie is taking time off,” Artie starts without hesitation. “But I’m not.”

Bobbie’s father raises an eyebrow and looks at him curiously. “What do you mean? You’re her manager.” He folds his arms across his chest.

“Well, I mean yeah I am. But this Blast From The Past memorial is coming up soon and I signed up for it.” Artie says, breaking the news. Normally Artie would have been nervous to say anything, but it’s like the news of becoming a father has caused him to grow up even a little bit more today. “Even after that, I’m going to continue with wrestling. I need to do something to provide for us while Bobbie is out. And who knows, maybe by the time Bobbie has the baby, I’ll be the champion and can make her and our son or daughter proud.”

“Artie, my boy,” he starts, patting Artie on the back once again. “No matter what you do, you’ll make them proud. You make me and Barbie proud to call our son in-law everyday. Now come on, let’s head out back and go celebrate.”

Artie smiles from ear to ear and he follows behind his father in-law as they head towards the back door. When Bobbie’s father opens the door, Loki quickly runs over to greet them excitedly before backing up so they could walk outside.


Monday April 7th
Appointment Number 2!
How Could This Happen?



It’s been just short of a month since Bobbie’s last appointment. Artie had learned that due to not only Bobbie’s difficulty in getting pregnant, but her age and size as well, her pregnancy had been deemed high risk and therefore she would have more appointments than a non-high risk pregnant woman would have. As scary a thought as it was, he did not at all mind this, as he wanted to make sure that Bobbie and their baby were healthy the next several months before Bobbie gave birth. And not only that, but he was hoping that Bobbie’s doctor would be on his side about a little argument they were having the last week or so.

What argument you might ask? Well, with SCW’s next tour beginning this week and Artie’s first round match of the Blast From The Past also taking place, Bobbie was set on travelling with him for as long as she could. She was even more determined because this first week was the stop in Iceland- home to her two favorite people, Fenris and Aron!

“I’m telling you, Bobbie, because you’re high risk there is no way they’re going to want you to do much travelling, especially not by plane.” They are currently waiting for the doctor to come into the exam room. The ultrasound technician had already been here and handled their part of the appointment, but the doctor was due in next.

Bobbie shakes her head. “Nope. There is no way I am letting anything stop me from going to Iceland to see Aron and Fenris’ homeland!” She says, absolutely refusing to accept any other possibility.

Artie knows that Bobbie’s stubbornness would prove difficult to overcome, but if it meant the health of her and their baby? Artie would do his best to put his foot down. But even then that might not be enough to keep Bobbie from doing what she wants to do. They remain there in silence for a couple of more minutes before a gentle knocking is heard and the door pushes open a few moments later.

“Bobbie? Hello.” The soft and friendly female voice of Bobbie’s doctor is heard as she steps inside the room, closing the door behind her. “How are we feeling today? Hello, Artie.”

Artie and Bobbie smile as they greet the doctor. “I’m feeling great, Dr. Morgan.” Bobbie quickly says, as she no doubt appears to be in great spirits and feeling just as great at the moment.

“Hi Dr. Morgan.” Artie replies. “She’s feeling good today, though she’s had a few bouts of some nasty morning sickness lately.”

Dr. Morgan nods as she walks up next to Bobbie and begins prepping the ultrasound equipment. “Yes, that can be expected in the early stages of pregnancy, but sometimes even for extended periods of time.” She squeezes some of the ultrasound gel on to Bobbie’s abdomen. “But other than that you’ve been feeling fine? No spotting or bleeding at all?”

Artie starts to grow concerned as Bobbie shakes her head, thinking nothing of it. “Nope. Everything is going great. I mean I know I’m high risk, but I’ve felt great.”

“Is everything okay?” Artie asks as Dr. Morgan starts to run the ultrasound wand over Bobbie’s abdomen. Just as they had seen when the ultrasound technician was in earlier, they can see their baby as Dr. Morgan studies the screen in silence.

Bobbie looks at Artie, suddenly confused herself before both turn their attention to the monitor also. Bobbie still smiles as she sees her baby, but Artie has a sinking feeling in his stomach and when Dr. Morgan places the wand down and wipes the remnants of the gel from Bobbie’s abdomen. Artie can tell something is wrong.

“What is it Dr. Morgan?” He asks, wanting to get straight to it. “Something is wrong. What aren’t you telling us?”

“Artie, shush.” Bobbie says, waving off his fears. “We both saw the baby on the monitor.”

“Bobbie…Artie…I’m so very sorry.” Dr. Morgan starts, looking directly at Bobbie. Artie was already shaking his head. “There was no heartbeat.”

Artie is immediately crushed to hear the words, but Bobbie seems to be frozen. She doesn’t appear to be upset or even in denial and Artie watches her closely, waiting for her reaction. “Ok…so…what is next?”

Artie places a hand on her shoulder, quietly comforting her even though he is saddened by the realization that they had lost the baby. Dr. Morgan pulls her rolling stool over next to Bobbie and sits down. “Well,” she starts, and Artie is just as curious about what happens next. “There are two options, though I am going to highly suggest one. Since your body has not started to physically miscarry the pregnancy, we can wait and allow it to do so naturally.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “I’d rather not wait. We’re going to Iceland this week and I don’t want something to happen if the miscarriage starts to happen while we’re there.”

“Bobbie…” Artie begins, but she turns and shakes her head at him. Before she can respond to him, dr. Morgan continues.

“Either way, Bobbie, I would not advise on doing any long distance travel. The 2nd option, which I was going to suggest, is scheduling a D&C as soon as possible.” She says, urging her to take this option but also concerned for Bobbie’s desire to travel. “If you let your body naturally miscarry, you run the risk of being in a lot of pain or even complications if something goes wrong. If you go with the D&C, you’ll also be in some discomfort as you recover from the procedure.”

“Bobbie, I can reach out to Christian and have my match rescheduled…” Artie pleads with her. He wasn’t even thinking about his match, nor did he even care. They were both now grieving the loss of their baby.

Bobbie again refuses. “No, Artie. We have to go to Iceland.”

Artie sighs. He knows there is no talking Bobbie out of this, but he turns his attention to Dr. Morgan. “If she does the D&C will she be okay to travel later in the week if she rests for a few days? What can we expect recovery wise from that procedure?”

Dr. Morgan sighs. “First we have to see how soon we can schedule the D&C. I might be able to get you scheduled first thing in the morning but let’s get that sorted first. If, and only if, we can schedule it for tomorrow, I will clear her to travel, but she will be sore for several days. And if any complications happen, she will need to go to the hospital right away.”

Artie shakes his head. “No, we’re not going. Bobbie, we just found out that our baby doesn’t have a heartbeat. I’m not going to be in any frame of mind to wrestle on Sunday. Fenris and Aron will understand. We can go another-“

“No, Artie!” Bobbie shouts, taking both him and Dr. Morgan by surprise. Dr. Morgan gives them a few minutes alone and steps out of the room to go check her schedule. “You need to use all of the emotion your feeling right now and channel it against Eddie Lyons. And I will tell Fenris and Aron in a week or two. I’m not going to—“

“Are you even upset that we lost the baby?!” Artie shouts, afraid to even know the truth. He didn’t understand how she could be as calm as she was during such a heartbreaking situation for them. “I thought you were excited to be pregnant?”

Bobbie is left speechless as she stares at Artie. He is going through the anger phase rather quickly even though neither has had enough time to process this loss yet. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. I just…how does this happen?! One day it has a heartbeat and the next it doesn’t?!”

Bobbie shakes her head, just as confused. “I…I don’t know. It just happens for no explainable reason sometimes. It was still early, Artie.”

To Bobbie’s surprise, tears form in Artie’s eyes. “I should have known. I got too excited too soon.”

“Artie…” Bobbie tries to reassure him.

He shakes his head and quickly wipes at his eyes, trying to gather himself. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Like you said, I’ll channel all of my anger and everything against Eddie. It’s the best thing to do.”

Neither one knows what to say next. They sit there in silence waiting for Dr. Morgan to return, hopefully with news of Bobbie’s appointment being scheduled. And although Artie is going through with their travel plans, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold his emotions in check.


“Is this thing on?”

The camera clicks on focused on Artie’s face as he fumbles with the camera and checks for the little red recording light. He leans back in his chair and looks into the camera.

“Heyyyy everyone. Bet you all never thought you’d see me in this position again? You’re all so used to Bobbie being the active wrestler, but it looks like life threw us a curveball so we had to change things up a bit. So I’m taking over the reigns of being the wrestler for now, and I gotta say…I’m excited!”

He rubs the palms of his hands together with anticipation as he remains focused on the camera.

“So last year my whole involvement in the tournament was a total accident and I was forced to go through with it along with my partner. It wasn’t easy, but it gave me this rush and I knew after we were eliminated that I wanted to wrestle again at some point. And I tried for a bit after that, but for personal reasons I just wasn’t fully ready. Well, fast forward to today and here I am again! But..no accident this time!”

He smiles and then gives a thumbs up.

“I am disappointed about something though. And I’ll tell you what. I’m disappointed in the fact that I’m still considered THE underdog of this whole memorial tournament! Like, way to make a guy feel good about himself by calling him an underdog every chance you can get. But hey, it’s okay. I’ll just prove everyone wrong and go out there and kick some butt!”

He throws some air punches as he tries to pump himself up and be even slightly intimidating.

“Ya know, this year I don’t have to worry about letting down a tag team partner since the tournament has been split individually. The only person I can let down…is myself. Well, and my family, but that goes without saying. I don’t have a partner that needs my help as much as I need theirs to win the tournament so this is all on me.”

He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment while he thinks of the possibilities.

“Earlier this week, Eddie Lyons had said on Twitter or X or whatever you want to call it,  that this is going to be a battle between expecting fathers. To that I have to say, the fact we are both expectant fathers is irrelevant because it doesn’t effect what happens inside that ring. At least I don’t think it does. If you ask me, this is more a battle to see who wants this more, because the prize for this tournament as we all know is a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Sounds pretty awesome to me!”

Artie suddenly stands up and does the belt motion across his waist.

“Artie Miller…WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Has a nice ring to it, right? I may not be more experienced than Eddie or be as strong as him, but I can do this! What people don’t know is that I’ve done more training over the last year and I’m honing in my skills and I can do this whether you think I can or not! The underdog is always someone to look out for so take that as food for thought!!”

He sits back down and leans in closer to the camera.

“Eddie Lyons…I’m really looking forward to this fight and just know that if you choose to underestimate me? If you choose to count me out and think you’ve got it won? Well…You’ll find out what happens!! May the better man win! Good luck to ya, Eddie!!”

He waves into the camera before reaching out of view of the recording before the scene fades to black.
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Climax Control Archives / Back To The Basics
« Last post by Crystal Zdunich on April 11, 2025, 11:57:33 PM »
Crystal had made the trip over to Iceland for the big tour. The Mexican American found herself in a local gym where she was working out by herself. It wasn’t that long until she was joined by that of Mackenzie Page. Mackenzie was the more violent woman of London Underground. Crystal was working on doing some squats when the blonde British woman walked over to her.

“I am glad you found yourself into a gym, I didn’t know if you were going to take things seriously or not?!”

Crystal slowly turned her attention over to her friend as a sigh escapes her lips.

“That’s not what I want to hear Kenzie… All of this is just so frustrating to me. I thought I was really a big deal. I thought that SCW respected me. I poured so much into that company in the same way I poured just about everything I had into helping the Golden Ring Casino with the expansion and getting a casino but it just seems like nobody respects me…”

Mackenzie just rolls her eyes as she looks deeply into Crystal’s eyes as the Hispanic turns around to face her.

“You know that’s all in your head right?! Daniel respects you. All of us at the casino respect you. We just want you to respect yourself?!”

Zdunich just places her hands on her hips as she gazes deeply into Mackenzie’s eyes.

“That’s easy for you to say when you aren’t the one that SCW refused to book. It’s like I wasn’t good enough. Ever since I dropped the ball to Mercedes and then to Harper the company doesn’t see anything for me, and…”

Mackenzie just shakes her head as she looks back at Crystal.

“So you need to figure that out… Don’t say anything, just prove to them that you deserve to be here and let everything else do the talking… Do that and nobody can take anything from you…”

Crystal just nods her head as she goes back to working out.






What’s going on SCW Nation, can I just say it bluntly and honestly?! Did all of you miss me?! Don’t even answer that if you haven’t realized it or not that was more of a rhetorical question. I am going to be completely blunt with all of you. I don’t like being in this position. I know that there may be bombshells and even superstars that will Bitch and complain about being in the opening match on a show. It’s irritating how much the people who think they matter whine that they are opening on a card. Then of course you have certain individuals and I know Bill Barnhart is definitely one of them who want to be a good sport and act like he doesn’t care. He always goes out of his way to have this carefree attitude like he is just so happy to be here.

To be honest it is really sickening. It makes me want to vomit because nobody can’t be that overly excited and happy to constantly showcase to the world that they suck. Hey to each their own right?! At least for as much that he sucks or is just a terrible wrestler in general is somebody that this company loves to book and put into big marquee matches with the chance to ascend up the rankings.

It’s maddening to see that somebody actually values Bill Barnhart as a wrestler. Of course then you have somebody like me and while everybody got booked at Blaze of Glory and were granted the opportunity to compete and do the very thing that they love I didn’t even get that chance. Instead I wasn’t even booked on a Super Card. I was forced to ride the bench and I was left out and left off of competing on such a big card.

Surely it must have been some sort of oversight, it must have been one big mistake?! It was probably a simple misunderstanding and surely Christian and Mark wouldn’t leave one of their biggest attractions from competing on such a grand stage. I was willing to accept that about my situation and prepare myself for my next big encounter but then I started watching some of the promos that aired for Blaze of Glory and I had to listen to Bella Madison talk. The same Bella Madison who had put me on the shelf over two years ago when she DDT me on the chair over and over again! The same woman who constantly pointed out that I just didn’t care about anything and was merely here for a paycheck.

To be honest I was on the verge of telling this little blonde Bitch that she could go royally and forever have sex with herself with the help of a rusty dildo. How dare she tell Harper that her win over me wasn’t impressive and that I haven’t been the “it” girl in so long.

I was fuming.

I was angry.

Despite what I went through it honestly served as a reality check to me. When did the legend of Crystal Zdunich fall so hard and so far that beating me just isn’t a big deal anymore?! Let alone how did I even get into a position where I would allow Harper Mason to even beat me in the first place?!

I truly have fallen hard and it’s been happening for a long time now. I could say it started at the beginning of last cycle when I dropped my match to Mercedes Vargas but I have no shame in losing to such a legend. Vargas has been at this for a very long time and there’s nothing wrong in taking a lost to her. It is a problem though when one realizes that I have completely her in every single outing in this company minus one match where she used me as an example for Tempest and beating me by smashing a pumpkin over my head.

In my heart it should have been me in that chamber match, just like it should have been me competing for the Internet Championship but none of those came to pass. Instead I wasn’t even worth wasting a spot on the Super Card and that’s what hurts me more than anything.

I could sit here and complain about it but it all finally hit me. Maybe just maybe for the past few years I have been caught up in worrying way too much about worrying about how everybody feels about me. It can even go back as far to my debut in SCW when I was afraid of being myself and I wore a mask to become La Paloma because I didn’t want people to know the real me. I bounced from being Crystal Hilton, to Crystal Millar, to Christina Rose, to Crystal Zdunich and for what reason exactly?!

It was all in an attempt to make people love me. I just needed to be accepted, and I just wanted to be liked. It was foolish and I shouldn’t have to go about doing all of these ridiculous things in order to gain that type of love. If anything people should respect me because of what I do in the ring, and I think that’s what has been missing.

I have gotten into a case where I care too much and I am finally letting go.

So it brings me to the question who am I?!

Who is this woman that stands before all of you and I can’t help but smile because I will definitely answer in the only best way that I can.

My name is CRYSTAL HILTON… It’s been a long time since I have called myself in SCW but it is who I am at heart. I am the top billing movie star, the woman who can sell out arenas and in other words I am perhaps the best woman to have stepped foot inside of an SCW ring so put some respect on my name.

Now with that being said that brings me to the task at hand and it so happens to be on this week’s edition of Climax Control. First stop of the Nordic tour and I know my wife Seleana is going to be getting cheered throughout the night when she competes in the main event. As much as I love Seleana and I hope she brings it to Bella the true story is about what I plan to do in my match.

I have accomplished so much in SCW. Honestly former and unbeaten Internet Champion, two time Roulette Champion, BFTP winner, woman of the year, most improved, Hall of Famer and FIVE TIME WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION. I have a hell of a resume but what I haven’t managed to accomplish is go out there and win a Tag Team Championship. It has been the one thing that has eluded me and because it’s something I haven’t achieved that means I want it even more.

That Mixed Tag Team Championship is the only thing standing in my way of being able to say that I can be called a Grand Slam Champion so that means I need to push towards it even more. Two members of the GRC are going to strut right into the division and prove that we are the best team in this very division. For far too long Kayla and Finn have dominated the division but that’s mostly because there really isn’t anybody else in the division.

It’s easy to be a champion when you don’t have the competition to step up and make you work to keep those titles. Kayla and Finn are the end goal, and I want to make that very clear. We will get to that match and we will beat them when the time comes but first we need to get through this little warm up just show that Daniel and I can gel together. Honestly this match that SCW has put me in looks nothing more than one huge joke.

Daniel and I are going to be stepping into the ring with the Barnharts.

If I can be blunt the Barnharts are former mixed Tag Team Champions. I know it is surprising that the two of them actually managed to accomplish something together. The only reason they got to where they are and have a championship to their name is because Teddy and Kate decided to take the night off.

Sure they may have beaten them but can it really be looked upon as a real win when the two people they were facing were on the verge of getting a divorce and wouldn’t really having a great personal life?!

Bill is nothing more than a scrub and he will talk up how he is a great wrestler but how great is somebody who has been here for an eternity and has nothing to show for it?!

It doesn’t matter I know that Daniel will tear up Bill and he isn’t even going to break a sweat while doing so. What this match comes down to is how long will Bea be able to survive?!

When I look at this team I don’t see a team that’s honestly that intimidating. I see a team that despite being married they really aren’t that good to begin with. I see a Bill desperately trying so hard to make his wife relevant. He can talk her up but that’s not really going to protect her when she has to get into the ring and lock up with me.

If I can be brutally honest you are terrible Bea. Nobody in this company takes you seriously. One of your last major wins came against that of Prudence Pierce and I will even give you props that you made her tap out, but is it really impressive when a woman who really doesn’t give a damn anymore just shows up to work to collect a pay check?!

That is how people view me. They act like I don’t care but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I love this business. I am this business and people tend to forget everything that I have put into this company. They forget that I am a five time champion and my name is forever written into the Hall of Fame. I even have women such as Amy Marshall who want to somehow dance with me again.

It’s time I force people to put some respect on my name and it’s time that I embarrass you to showcase that I am still very much part of this company. Everybody wants to look past me like I don’t even matter but little by little I am going to change the narrative. It’s time to force people to remember what I have done for this business and that I am a force to be reckoned with.

More importantly than that I am the Bitch that when fully focused can take on anybody and everybody.

Bea you are the perfect person to use as a stepping stone to springboard me back into the spotlight. More importantly Daniel and I are taking over the Mixed Tag division. We are going to go through the rest of the competition until we can prove that the GRC should be next.

It’s our time, it’s showtime, and now we have to do what we have to do…
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Climax Control Archives / Song Promo vs Necra
« Last post by Wong Fai Hung on April 11, 2025, 11:56:18 PM »
On Camera

The camera captures the busy streets of New York City, the towering skyscrapers bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Song stands in front of a rooftop terrace, overlooking the city with a drink in hand—Coke Zero, naturally. She’s dressed casually, ripped jeans and a sleeveless hoodie, the wind teasing strands of her dark hair. She looks relaxed, unbothered, enjoying her time in the city, the match against Necra nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Song lets out a small chuckle before speaking, her voice smooth yet laced with bite.

Song: "Would you look at this… New York. My home away from home. This city never stops, never lets anyone fall behind, and doesn’t give handouts to people who come crawling back after vanishing for years. It’s real, it’s raw, and it doesn't pat people on the back just because they showed up again."

She turns slightly, the skyline reflecting in her sunglasses.

Song: "But SCW? SCW loves nostalgia, doesn’t it? Loves throwing flowers at anyone who used to be somebody here. Look at Necra Octavian Kane—gone for years, doing who knows what, and suddenly she’s back, ready for round two. SCW reaches out to her to hand her a Hall Of Fame award since they ran out of real creditable wrestlers to give the award to. And now she uses that as an open door to return as if the fans care. In SCW fashion, they roll out the red carpet. She got a Hall of Fame induction. Claps and cheers. Respect. As if that actually means anything anymore."

She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink before smirking.

Song: "Let’s be real. Hall of Fame? Please. That ‘achievement’ has been watered down so badly it’s laughable. It’s just a trophy for people SCW wants to keep happy. And Necra? She took it like it actually means something. Like it gives her credibility. Like it’s supposed to make me flinch when I see her name next to mine in our upcoming match in  Reykjavík."

Song laughs—mocking, sharp, a complete dismissal of Necra’s relevance.

Song: "Let’s remind everyone of something, Necra. You were one of my first opponents. SEVEN years ago. When I was barely getting started. And I still remember you, because back then, I looked up at people like you. Thought you were big names, people worth paying attention to. Now? That illusion’s shattered. You left, disappeared, and now you’re back like time didn’t move forward without you. But guess what? It did, while you went to do what you did, I didn’t go anywhere. I built myself match after match. Then like you, yes I left but for a shorter period of time. When I returned I had no handouts, no legacy points, no hollow inductions. I came back and just did my job. I left after a year for a few months and you still were nowhere to be seen as for me. I was treated as if I wqasn;t wanted here but booked me only because the SCW owners respect Master Lilly and did it as a favor for her. I never got a welcoming like you. "

Song leans against the rooftop railing, looking down at the streets below.

Song: "And you know what’s funny? Even with your ‘big return,’ I’m not rushing to Reykjavík. Not in a hurry to step into that ring with you. I’ve been sitting here in New York, on purpose, delaying my flight, stretching out my time, because frankly? There’s no urgency. This match isn’t some epic clash—it’s just another day at work for me. You came back expecting the world to wait for you, but I make my own timeline. I’ll board my flight when I feel like it. And when I finally land in Iceland? I’ll remind you exactly why you should’ve stayed gone."

She finishes off her drink, setting the empty bottle down with finality.

Song: "Enjoy your second run while you can, Necra. Because once we’re done? You’ll realize I am not that Song you fought many years ago before Orchid and I sent your ass packing.

Off Camera
Orchid who has been holding the camera charms in.

Orchid: I don't think we made her leave per-say.

Song: Damn it Orchid, I know we didn’t but it was right around that time and no one is going to give a shit to search SCW history from seven years ago to see if I’m being honest or full of shit.

Orchid: Oh, I see, okay keep going then.

On Camera

Song: I’ll break every illusion you have left, and then you can take your Hall of Fame ring, your applause, and whatever scraps of nostalgia SCW wants to give you—because none of it will mean a damn thing when you’re looking up at the lights."

As the scene fades out the last shot lingers on Song, standing tall against the New York skyline, confident, dismissive, and completely in control.
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