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Supercard Roleplays / Re: EDDIE LYONS v MILES KASEY v ALEX JONES v BULLDOG - TLC - INTERNET TITLE
« Last post by Andrew on September 08, 2025, 08:10:56 AM »
INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

The camera person gets a shot of Bill and Bea Barnhart as they exit their dressing room to to stroll around the backstage area. Bill is involved in Internet Championship Match for the vacated Internet Championship. The match consists of Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, Alex Jones, and Bill Barnhart. Fortunately for Bill he will have Wife and Manager, Bea, at ringside to ensure there is nothing suspicious going on in the match in the way of cheater or interference on behalf of Bill’s opponents.

Bill:  Hi and thanks for spending a bit of time with me. I am Bill Barnhart, but of course you already know that, and this is my Wife and Manager, Bea, and she will be at ringside to ensure there is no cheating or interference that would benefit my three opponents.

Bea:  Shall we jump right in and present our comments?

Bill:  Of course! There is never a reason to hold back comments on a wrestler’s match.

Bea:  What would you like to start with Bill?

Bill:  Information on how we match up would be nice. In the Internet Championship match, to see who fills the vacated Internet Championship, I have three opponents who are Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, and Alex Jones.

Bea:  Are you going to talk about them individually or as a group?

Bill:  Individually so that I can present specific details about each of them. You present their names to me in any order you want and I will discuss them.

Bea:  Eddie Lyons

Bill:  I actually like Eddie Lyons but I don’t like that his family and friends often get involved in his matches to cheat opponents out of a win. The only issue I have with Eddie Lyons is that he a very accomplished and capable wrestler and for him to rely on interference and other involvement in his matches takes away from his esteemed wrestling career.

Bea:  Do you feel Eddie Lyons is going to win this match and become the Internet Champion?

Bill:  Although I admire Eddie Lyons I feel involvement in the match by his family members will cause him to not be able to win this match and obtain the Internet Championship.

Bea:  I honestly wasn’t expecting that comment from you concerning Eddie Lyons. Next wrestler I want you to address is Miles Kasey.

Bill:  Miles Kasey is another wrester I enjoy watching in the wrestling ring. He is also a very accomplished wrestler and if he ends up becoming the next Internet Champion and he asked me to be his first challenger for the Championship I would be honored.

Bea:  And, finally, we come to Alex Jones. What are your thoughts about him being in this match for the vacated Internet Championship?

Bill:  Alex Jones has been very successful in the sport of wrestling, here in Sin City Wrestling, and he is no stranger to holding Championships. One of the things I find interesting with Alex is that he is at a level in the sport of wrestling where he doesn’t have to beg people to interfere in his matches for him to obtain a victory.

Bea:  And your choice of who you believe will win this match and become the next Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion is ???

Bill:  ME of course!

Bea:  I should have seen that answer coming. What are you going to talk about next Bill?

Bill:  This may come as a surprise for the viewers but Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, and Alex Jones, are accomplished wrestlers and I feel honored to have the three of them as opponents in our Internet Championship Match but. . .

Bea:  But what Bill?

Bill:  My three opponents are arrogant and think they are some of the best wrestlers on the planet. For myself I KNOW I am one of the best wrestlers on the planet. When our match is taking place I want everyone to pay attention. You will be shocked at how may errors and mistakes Eddie, Miles, and Alex, make that will cost the three of them the match while I walk away as the newly crowned Internet Champion.

Bea:  You surely are confident Bill.

Bill:  One of the advantages I have over my three opponents is that I have more wrestling experience than the three of them combined. While the three of them will let their egos cause them to make mistakes in the match I will be the wrestler who remains focused on the match for the win. I want the fans to watch how I take charge of the match, and take out Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, and Alex Jones. I want the fans to appreciate that I win the match and I am crowned Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion.

Bea:  Any further comments Bill?

Bill:  Nope. The camera person can cut their camera feed now.

The camera person informs the people in the broadcast center that Bill is done with his comments for the Internet Championship Match and the people in the broadcast center cut the camera feed and our screen goes dark.

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Supercard Roleplays / Re: EDDIE LYONS v MILES KASEY v ALEX JONES v BULLDOG - TLC - INTERNET TITLE
« Last post by Alex Jones on September 08, 2025, 06:27:27 AM »
Regret

It’s funny how regret can follow you. Like other memories and emotions, regret is something that can follow you throughout your entire life and morph and change. Regret turns to sadness, sadness to anger, and anger to hate, and before you know it, your entire existence becomes all about that one moment you wish you could change. A moment you wish you could go back in time and alter so that the future could be what you wanted it to be.

For Alex, regret had become something as natural as breathing. For the last 20 years, one regret had ruled his life above all others—his younger brother’s death. It was a moment in his life that touched him so deeply that his firstborn son was named after his younger brother. Dylan was born a year after his uncle had died. Alex had tried to be a good father. He was involved in Dylan’s life, even as the relationship with Dylan’s mother disintegrated to the point of breaking.

Alex never let his feelings about Dylan’s mother stop him from wanting to be there as a father.

But as the boy got older, the inevitable happened. He became a teenager and pulled away from both of his parents. Struggling to find common ground with his son, Alex pushed back and became more of a disciplinarian. And as Dylan’s mother pulled away to the point of not even contacting him, Alex instead made sure that he was the one to help forge Dylan into a man. But he wasn’t alone. His wife Sonya had been there for the boy too, becoming a real mother to him as his birth mother faded into memory. But now she was gone too, and the boy was struggling with it—and Alex had no idea how to help him.

”That’s enough for today. Come on.” Alex stood outside the main ring inside the gym. Dylan was inside it, drenched in sweat as a few of the other trainees leaned against the ropes and looked on. Dylan raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he should do. ”Come on kid…”

”But we aren’t done. I still have a few other drills to run and I have some submission classes.”

Alex put his hand up and shook his head. It silenced his son for a moment, the other trainees backing away as they understood the seriousness of the situation. Dylan took a deep breath and exhaled before nodding in acceptance, sliding from the ring and following his father. The two made their way out of the gym and down the street to a small burger place. They walked in, and Alex ordered before sitting down at a table. Dylan looked down and simply waited.

”Mushroom Swiss with caramelised onions and barbecue sauce, right? And a chocolate fudge milkshake?”

Dylan nodded, and a small smile escaped his lips before he forced himself back to his solemn expression. ”Yeah… you remembered….”

Alex sat back and clasped his hands together, tilting his head as he studied his son’s expression. ”Of course. I’m not going to forget something like that…” The two of them sat in silence for a moment. Their drinks arrived and Alex grabbed his milkshake, taking a sip before Dylan followed.

”So… what are we doing here? I’ve got a lot of training to do. You know that more than anyone.”

”I just thought you could use a break.”

”Why? Do you think that I’m falling behind? Am I not keeping up with the other guys physically? A lot of them have been training a lot longer than me, and I think I’ve done really well at being able to keep up with them. But if I need to work harder, then why have we come out here for a burger and a milkshake when I should be back at the gym?”

”D, would you stop?” Alex shook his head. His son took a deep breath and blinked a few times. Alex sighed heavily and sat forward. ”I just… I know you’ve been going through a lot. I mean everything. Over the last couple of years, not even just what happened between myself and Sonya. I just thought you could use a break. To decompress. Maybe just to let us both know that everything is gonna be okay.”

The burgers arrived. Dylan stayed silent for a moment and seemed to be deep in thought. Alex let his son continue thinking, not wanting to interrupt him. If there’s anything Alex had learned over the years, it was that letting someone work through their emotions was usually the best way of getting through to them. After a little bit more time, Dylan finally spoke. ”I know why she left… I know why you and her couldn’t be together….”

”And you know it didn’t have anything to do with you, right? Like, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

He nodded and shrugged before taking a bite of his burger. ”I know. It sucks, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that no matter who else comes and goes from my life, I know that you’re gonna be there, Dad.”

Alex smiled, slowly taking a bite of his own burger before drinking the rest of his shake. They sat there for a moment just enjoying each other’s company. Dylan was right—Alex would never abandon any of his children. But Dylan, being the oldest, was the only one who understood. He was the only one who understood the gravity of the situation. The only one who understood that there would be regret. Anger. The raw emotions that come from losing someone and having a family broken up. Dylan understood. The others wouldn’t. And that was something Alex would definitely regret.

King of the Internet

”Maybe I’ve been looking at this the wrong way. See, the last few weeks I’ve been feeling like I’ve been demoted. Kicked out from the main event scene. Stopped from getting a rematch for the world championship that I so surely earned. You see, people tend to forget that I was the one who ended Finn Whelan’s reign. I was the one who took the championship from him and stopped the mediocrity that it had become.”

Alex paced back and forth, breathing deep as he refocused and tried to push down all the anger he was currently feeling.

”Then in one moment of weakness Carter was able to take that championship from me. And instead of getting a rematch I had to sit back and watch as he defended it against J2H. Everyone applauded, everyone loved it, he was viewed as a hero because he had vanquished someone whose ego was writing checks his actual ability could not cash. And now J2H is gone. Something we should all celebrate. There are only so many egos that can fit in this company and his ego was rivalling the size of mine—and I just couldn’t have that. So if Carter wasn’t going to get rid of him, it was going to fall to me.”

“But I didn’t have to. What I did do was beat Carter while he was the champion. I want you all to think about that. Think about the fact that in this business, if you beat the champion, you should become the number one contender. But that didn’t happen with me, did it? I beat the champion and then promptly got forgotten about. Forced to stand to the side while someone who is one of my trainees gets a shot ahead of me, and I am put in a match with three idiots fighting over a championship that is beneath me.”

“And it is beneath me.”

“That might seem arrogant to so many of you, but it’s true. Hell, it’s even beneath Eddie Lyons. Eddie should be going for that world championship. I should be going for that world championship. Bill Barnhart is the type of person who should be going for the Internet championship. Along with Miles, because he has had infinite chances to become world champion and just keeps falling on his ass. And as personally entertaining as it is for me to watch Miles fail constantly, again and again, it is getting a little bit tiring when I haven’t even had my rematch for that world championship after beating his fucking husband.”

Alex growled and threw his hands in the air.

”But I am going to take all of this chicken shit and turn it into chicken salad. I am going to go into this Tables, Ladders and Chairs match and walk out with the Internet championship. Because I can. And because I need to prove a point. Eddie Lyons thinks he’s better than me. He thinks he is the next big thing, that he deserves to be a champion and I don’t. The other three men in this match all deserve to have me beating the crap out of them for various reasons. Eddie is standing in front of me due to his own hubris. A man who believes he is worthy of standing as an equal to someone like me when in reality he is nowhere close. As much as he wishes he was one of the best of the best, the truth is that Eddie Lyons is a bridesmaid who will never be a bride.”

“But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you Eddie? You stood there and told me that legends don’t have to remind people of their legend. Listen to yourself. Do you know the kind of people we deal with? You may think I’m an arrogant, smug piece of shit, and you might think that I treat you like an afterthought, but I want you to look at everyone else in this company. See, while you are smart enough to acknowledge everything I’ve done and everything I’ve been through, the majority of people we face on a weekly basis don’t. Do you think Bill Barnhart has the same level of respect for my career as you do?”

“He doesn’t… many don’t.”

“You want to look down on me because I’m willing to take shortcuts? Really, you should be looking up to me because I’m the only one honest enough to admit it. How many have lied to your face? Really Eddie, how many have lied to your face and made you look like a fool because you believed them out of the goodness of your heart, only for them to betray you? You are a patsy to people who eat you up and destroy you because they are willing to pull the trigger when you aren’t. You don’t have a killer instinct. You don’t have what it takes to become a real champion, so you constantly come back to the Roulette or the Internet championship, knowing that they are attainable. World championships will always elude you until you can pull your head out of your ass and become unbreakable…”

He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, using Eddie’s own nickname against him.

”But there is still hope for Eddie Lyons. Something I cannot say for Miles Kasey. A kid who had all the talent in the world, talent that I saw and wanted to nourish. Talent that everyone in this company and in this business has been willing and wanting to explode. We have all been waiting, Miles. All of us. We’ve been wanting you to live up to that potential. To lead us into a new era. To become a world champion. In the end, we were wrong about you. Your husband is the world champion and he’s the one who broke through that glass ceiling before you. And if I’m being completely honest, you are the last member of your family that deserves that spot.”

“Shit, at this point LJ should be going for the world championship. LJ should be in this match instead of you. You are boring and uninteresting, and every single time I look at you, I wonder why I wasted so much of my time trying to teach you how to be a real professional wrestler. All of that time, all of that effort, everything I ever did for you, and all you have done is piss it away with stupid decisions. You wanted a world championship match? You should have gone up to Finn and asked for it. And then if he said no, you should’ve punched him in the mouth face-to-face. But you didn’t. And now you wanna come up with some kind of lame excuse as to why you fail, while also telling me that I’m a hypocrite for doing what I did to Finn.”

“But there is a difference between you and me, Miles. You were friends with him. Finn cared about you. He and I? We’ve always hated each other. And yes, his ex-wife fell for me, his ex ex-wife wanted me to make his life a living hell and to take that world championship from him—but he and I were never friends. You were. And you took that friendship and pissed it down the toilet all for a shot at something you could never win, because you simply do not have that level of talent. And you do not have the talent to beat me. And that’s what you’re going to have to do to become the Internet champion.”

“Beat me…”

“And I have to tell you, kid, I don’t see you being able to do it. You’ll try. You’ll make grand statements about how you are going to overcome being an underdog, and how you are going to rise up and break through that glass ceiling—but in the end, you just won’t be good enough. This is the cycle you’ve gotten yourself into and unlike others, you do not have the will or the way to pull yourself out of it. You are spiralling right down the toilet bowl. And you can’t pull yourself away. I hope that I’m wrong about you. I really do. I hope that I fail to become the Internet champion and that I look up to see you holding that title over your head—but I just can’t see it.”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes before folding his arms over his chest, shifting his focus to the final man in this match.

”But at least Eddie and Miles have something about them that can be considered a redeemable quality. Bill, on the other hand, has nothing like that. It’s been said many times that this company would be better off if Bill and his wife just left and took Felix with them—and I stand by that statement. But do you know why I stand by that statement, Bill? Do you know why every single time I have been put into a match with you, all I do is roll my eyes and feel sick to my stomach that I have to deal with you? Because it has nothing to do with the type of man you are. You are a professional wrestler, you are a fat, tough human being who can take a beating. You love your wife, you love your dog. You have your friends. There is nothing inherently wrong with you as a man.”

“You simply live your life, try hard, and want to do what you love as a profession. The reason I despise you so much, Bill, is because you are taking up opportunities for others. Here we are in this four-way match for the Internet championship and you did nothing to earn it. You got placed in this match as a warm body because we needed an extra. You are not going to win this match. You are not going to be the Internet champion. You are not going to get anywhere close to that championship, and every single person in that arena knows it. Miles knows it. Eddie knows it. I know it.”

“Shit… deep down, you know it.”

“But you are still going to fumble-fuck your way through a promo, you are still going to turn up to this match, you are still going to attempt to win it and get in all of our ways. You are still going to be involved in all of this and at the end of the day, all you are doing is making a nuisance of yourself because you cannot be a real challenge. So the four of us are going to do everything we can to win this title. We are going to do everything we can to grab a hold of it and give it a better life than it had around Kevin fucking Carter’s waist. And while part of me thought of it as a demotion, I’m now seeing that the Internet title needs me. It needs my experience. It needs my name. It needs everything that I am so the Internet championship can thrive and become a prize. That is something the three of you simply cannot do. So I’m going to save it, and I’m going to become the King of the Internet.”
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: JUSTIN SMITH v FELIX HERNANDEZ - HARDCORE - LOSER LEAVES SCW
« Last post by JustinSmith on September 07, 2025, 08:18:58 PM »
The scene opens with Justin Smith walking down Ocean Drive in South Beach, palm trees swaying in the breeze and neon lights flickering even in the early evening. He pauses in front of the famous Clevelander Hotel, leaning on the railing as the camera crew follows. Justin pulls out his phone and dials Casey Williams once again, his trainer’s voice coming through with a mix of sternness and encouragement.

Justin-Casey, the closer we get to this match with Felix, the more I feel the fire inside me burning. I’m going to tear him apart right here in Miami, and there is nothing Felix can do to stop me.

Casey-I can hear the intensity in your voice, Justin, but remember, intensity without focus can backfire. Felix knows you’re dangerous, so he’s going to play defense. Don’t give him an opening.

Justin-You think I’m going to give him an opening? No. I’ll make him wish he’d never signed that contract. This is my town now, Casey, and Felix is going to leave it broken and beaten as my first victim on my way to some gold.

Casey-I believe you, but don’t underestimate him. He’ll pull tricks, cheap shots, whatever it takes. Stick to the plan you’ve been working on with Andrew, Ivan, and Hitamashii.

Justin-Trust me, I’ll deliver. I’ve got new weapons in my arsenal. Felix won’t know if he’s fighting a powerhouse, a technician, or a madman. I’ll be all three at once, and he won’t know what hit him when I get done with him.

The camera lingers on Justin’s confident smirk before he ends the call and gestures for the cameraman to follow him further down the strip. The scene fades to black.
 
The next morning, Justin is shown arriving at a rundown warehouse gym in Little Havana. The gym has seen better days, but inside, Andrew Garcia, Ivan Darrell, and Hitamashii are waiting with sparring mats already set up. Justin steps inside, tossing his gym bag aside, ready for another grueling session.

Andrew-You ready to push yourself harder than yesterday?

Justin-You guys know I was born ready. Have I not shown up and put in the effort every time we train together?

Ivan-Good point, and today we’re focusing on endurance instead of performing moves. Felix won’t go down easy, and if this match drags, you need to be just as strong in the final minute as you are in the first.

Justin nods as the three men circle him like predators, forcing him to defend against a flurry of strikes and grapples. Sweat drips down Justin’s face as he fights back, blocking Ivan’s punches before countering with a clothesline.

Hitamashii-That’s it! Use that power to shift the momentum, but don’t gas yourself out. Control the pace! Make sure that when you face Felix that you control the pace, not him.

Justin-He won’t be able to keep up with me and what I have planned, I can promise you that.

Andrew smirks, grabbing Justin by the wrist and whipping him into the ropes, only for Ivan to catch him with a dropkick. Justin slams into the mat but gets right back up, the intense fire burning in his eyes.

Andrew-That’s the spirit. Felix will try to knock you down, but it’s how fast you get back up that matters.

Justin-Knock me down ten times, and I’ll get up eleven. Felix isn’t ready for that.

The sparring continues, with Justin pushing himself to the limit. After nearly an hour, he’s drenched in sweat and a little blood but standing tall, glaring at the camera with defiance.

Andrew-Good work today. You’re getting sharper, quicker. If you keep this up, Felix is done for.

The group fist bumps, Justin breathing heavy but smiling with determination. The scene fades to black.

Later that night, the camera finds Justin sitting at an outdoor café in Little Havana, the sounds of salsa music and the aroma of Cuban coffee filling the air. He leans forward, staring at the camera with that same dangerous glare as before as he orders a rum.

Justin-Felix “The Cat” Hernandez… you’ve talked a big game, but your time is up. You see, while you were busy running your mouth, I was here in Miami, training harder than ever, sharpening my claws for this hardcore showdown. And when that bell rings, there’s no escape for you. Not in the ring, not in this city, not anywhere. You think you’re cunning? You think you’re sly? I’m going to rip that smug grin off your face and replace it with a mask of agony by the time I finish with you. I’ll take every chair, every table, every piece of steel in that arena, and I’ll use it to carve my victory into your body. You’ll be a walking reminder of what happens when you cross me. This isn’t just about me finally winning a match against you. This is about ending your career permanently. SCW doesn’t need you anymore, Felix. They need warriors, fighters, survivors — not washed-up cats clinging to their last life. I’ll do what no one else has had the guts to do. I’ll put you down for good. It’s too bad you can’t take that bum Bill Barnhart and his ugly ass wife Bea with you when I get done with your sorry ass!

Justin lets out a sinister cackle before ordering a plate of Ropa Vieja and a side of maduros, raising his glass of rum that has just arrived in a mock toast.

Justin-We know you are the perfect example of wasted potential wrapped in false nostalgia. For a few years he was dominant, sure—but instead of building a legendary career, he became the poster child for decline. Felix was once hailed as the King, but now he has quickly turned into a court jester, hanging on past his prime, dragging down this great franchise known as Sin City Wrestling which desperately needed a true ace. His velocity vanished, his dominance evaporated, and all that was left was a guy living off one perfect game and a reputation he could no longer back up. He’s remembered more for his former glory in other promotions than for what he actually became here in SCW—a cautionary tale of brilliance squandered and greatness that fizzled into mediocrity. Enjoy your last meal as an SCW star, Felix. Because after I’m through with you, you won’t
be dining anywhere but a hospital bed.

He begins humming “Madness” by Liliac once again, his sinister grin fixed on the camera as the screen fades to black.
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: JUSTIN SMITH v FELIX HERNANDEZ - HARDCORE - LOSER LEAVES SCW
« Last post by Andrew on September 07, 2025, 08:55:42 AM »
I AM GOING TO SEND JUSTIN SMITH PACKING INTO RETIREMENT

A camera shot of Felix Hernandez walking down the beath in South Miami Beach, Florida. Felix is wearing cut-off shorts and a University of Georgia tee-shirt as he is from Athens, Georgia, and he is a Georgia Bulldogs football fan. As Felix walks along the beach he glances into the camera now and then to add to comments he made recently.

Felix:  So, Justin, are you ready for me to beat you down and send you into retirement? I am not going over the previous comments I made as I am sure you already heard those comments. Today I will bring up something else for you to consider.

As Felix walks along the beach occasionally some wrestling fans pass by and greet Felix.

Felix:  Justin we are both coming in to the same Hardcore Rules match in which total destruction of our opponent is the key to victory. Did you read the comments on our upcoming match? Are you aware that this is an all-out brutal Hardcore Rules match and the loser of our match, YOU of course, must retire from Sin City Wrestling. What does the information on our match state about our match? It states this is a Hardcore Rules match with anything goes as the theme. Management has set up this match so that we have so many weapons to use there is no telling what is going to happy. I mean, come on, having a match where you have weapons such as steel chairs, tables, and a dozen other weapons for us to use on each other.

Felix pauses his comments again when other wrestling fans pass him on the beach and greet him.

Felix:  Justin I honestly hope you are ready to get into this match against me because if you are not 100 percent ready you will be the loser of our match. I am looking forward to taking you down in our upcoming match on September 14, 2025.

Felix picks up his pace walking down the beach which causes him to get far enough ahead of the camera person and when the camera person can no longer get Felix in his camera shot they cut their camera feed and our screen goes dark.

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Supercard Roleplays / FIRST RP DEADLINE HAS PASSED
« Last post by Christian Underwood on September 07, 2025, 07:58:42 AM »
All roleplays after this post counts toward the second RP deadline.
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: MERCEDES V (c) v LILITH L v DIAMOND S - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE - INTERNET TITLE
« Last post by Kate Steele on September 06, 2025, 11:55:51 PM »
South Beach Miami Florida
Four Seasons Hotel

Diamond Steele couldn’t help but have a wicked grin on her face as she lay out on the sandy shores of Miami Beach. She sported her sunglasses as she enjoyed doing everything in her power to take in as much of the sun as she could. She wasn’t alone as she was joined by her little sister Sapphire Steele along with her cousin Ruby Pierce. The three British women smiled as Diamond took it all in.

Diamond: Finally SCW has come to a place that I can deem worthy and it’s only fitting for the most gorgeous woman on the entire bombshell roster. Let’s be honest who in SCW can say they have the best tan line like I do?! Who can say they have the best curves or let alone the best looks like I do?!

Diamond begins to grin as she looks at her relatives before she begins to speak some more.

Diamond: Don’t even bother answering that question. Of course we all know that the answer is me of course. I am the best thing to have joined the roster in a very long time, and I am so happy that Diamond Caldwell isn’t on the roster anymore because I can take my namesake back. I am the ONLY gem that is worthy to be here and on top of that I doubt anybody can shine like I do.

Sapphire: You got that right and it is only a matter of time before you will be in a position where you can add something that will shine brightly around your waist. The Internet Championship is ripe for the taking. All you need to do is walk into Violent Conduct and do what you have always done best and that’s get the job done.

Diamond giggles as she looks back at her sister.

Diamond: Against Mercedes and Lilith Locke?! To be honest I doubt I will even break a sweat. A match like this is worthy of my talents and I know everybody is waiting for me to come and save the division. I just need to look the part and as long as I can perfect these tan lines I will at least be in a position where I can beautify the rest of the match. Lord knows Vargas is an old hag and she is so far away from being anything close that resembles beauty, and as far as Lilith is concerned she could use a makeover. I will happily give her one though it may not be one she will enjoy.

Diamond continues to smirk as she turns over in the sand but eventually Ruby walks over to Diamond with a Pina Colada in her hands. He hands the drink over to her cousin as she forms a wicked grin.

Ruby: Isn’t this the life?! It’s about time SCW is giving you the rightful respect that you deserve. I know that double or nothing match didn’t go the way you had hoped for it to go but beating Frankie really put you back on track and now look at you. You are one match away from becoming a three time Internet Champion. It doesn’t get better than that does it?!

Diamond laughs again as she is about to reply back but that’s when something catches her attention. Footsteps are headed in her direction. Kate slowly turns her attention over to the person causing the steps and that is when she can see Michelle Chavez-Warren in front of her along with her four year old daughter Marlene. Michelle was not only Seleana’s best friend but she was also the current wife of Diamond’s ex-husband Teddy. The little girl jumps in the sand as she looks over at her mother.

Marlene: Mommy I want to build a sand castle!

Michelle: Of course pumpkin go for it, mommy will be right with you. I just need to speak to somebody first!

The little girl runs off and she begins to play in the sand. Michelle however walks over to Kate and forms her hands together as she stares down looking at the overly tanned Brit.

Michelle: I think the two of us need to have a little chat with one another especially when it comes to your ex-husband, my CURRENT husband Teddy. I know that the two of you exchanged some words with one another. I respect that the two of us have a history with one another but I just want to be upfront with you. I don’t appreciate you talking down to Teddy. Nobody disrespects my husband. Regardless how you might feel about him, Teddy is an amazing man. He is an excellent father to Marlene and I would do anything for him.

Diamond rises up out of the sand as she gazes up into the eyes of Michelle. She takes her shades off and throws them to the side as she forms an uneasy expression on her face.

Diamond: Excuse me?! I don’t need to hear that and quite frankly I don’t care on how Teddy treats you. While we were married the truth is he was abusive to me. He tried to take my kid away from me. I loved him with everything in my heart but he should have never treated me like that. Good for you if you find Teddy to be some perfect spouse but that wasn’t the case with me. So if you don’t mind I would appreciate it if you just left me alone.

Michelle just rolls her eyes as she keeps them fixated on Diamond.

Michelle: You really are quite the brat aren’t you. The world doesn’t revolve around you Kath-Lyn. It never did and it never will. You may have gotten the plastic surgery and you could coat yourself with so much fake tan that it makes you bronze but it will never hide who you really are. You are the one that’s the abuser. You are a heart breaker and that’s why you constantly find yourself in situations that don’t really go in your favor.

Ruby and Sapphire look over at the woman as a long sigh escapes from out of their mouths.

Sapphire: I advise that you leave my sister alone.

Ruby: Exactly, it’s OUTRAGEOUS that you are approaching her in the way that you are.

Michelle: The ONLY OUTRAGEOUS thing is the fact that I enjoy when Juliet spends time with her father. She really loves bonding with her sister and just the other day she actually started to call me mom. It felt really amazing.

Diamond is fuming at this point as she looks daggers into Michelle. She snaps her fingers and it’s at that moment that Ruby and Sapphire both walk away knowing that Kate would rather be alone in this situation, Diamond just shrugs her shoulders as she stands up to confront the woman.

Diamond: Let me tell you something. I advise that you walk away. My daughter will never look at you at being anything that closely resembles a mother. I am her mother. I always have been and I always will be. It’s Juliet and I against the world and I don’t want her to have anything to do with you. So like I said just bugger off Michelle, and let me be. I don’t even know why you are in Miami.

Michelle: I am in Miami because my best friend needs me. Seleana is having issues with her wife and I rather her not spend time alone worrying about what her wife might do to her in a wrestling match. I would always be there for her in heartbeat. Things are rough in my household considering that Teddy is the best with Crystal so we are having issues on who we should support in their dispute.

Diamond: Michelle I thought I told you that I don’t care. One thing you won’t have to worry about though is Mercedes because I am going to rip her apart. Seleana and I are really close. Our daughters are best friends so as a way to protect my goddaughter Aurora I am going to beat the unholy hell out of Vargas. So that’s ONE less thing you will have to be worried about but that’s my problem. You can go. Your presence is no longer required.

Diamond begins to giggle but Chavy just crosses her arms as she keeps her eyes locked on Diamond.

Michelle: You really think that the world revolves around you. As much as I want to be here for Seleana the real reason why I wanted to confront you is because I wanted to tell you that I didn’t appreciate what you did to my older sister Marcia. She prided herself on being a Mexican Soap Opera star and for a short while she was dating you. She loved you Kate. When things didn’t work out between Dawn Lohan and you, she was there to give you the love that you needed.

Michelle shakes her head as she continues to speak.

Michelle: Instead of portraying and reciprocating that love in return. You just left her high and dry so that you could jump back to Dawn. That didn’t even last that long and immediately after finding yourself in a breakup you go on to get married again to somebody else. Are you that desperate for attention that you just want to fall in love for anybody?! I don’t get you Kate. I thought you were better than that but it honestly just looks like you are just one individual who is in so much need of attention. It’s wrong.

Michelle stands face to face with Diamond.

Michelle: Marcia deserved better, and deep down just with what I am witnessing with Seleana I know she deserves better as well. The only reason why I am talking to you right now is that I hope you can find yourself one day. I hope you can be an inspiration to Juliet so that she doesn’t grow up to be the same woman that you are. Do better and in turn I pray your daughter does better, take care Diamond. I will go back to my daughter and my loving husband. What you thought was trash I value as my biggest treasure. Bye and please grow up…

With that Michelle begins to walk away. She grabs her little daughter by the hand and the two of them begin to walk away. Sapphire and Ruby walk over to where Diamond is standing. No matter how much facial reconstruction and heavy application of make-up and fake tan, nothing could hide the pain that she felt. The questioning of her as mother, and the calling out on the constant need to be accepted.

Sapphire: Sis, is everything okay?!

Ruby: What’s wrong Kath-Lyn because if you want I will go over and grab that Bitch and throw her into the ocean.

Diamond however couldn’t say anything nor did she feel like saying anything. She tried her best to hide her tears and emotion. Instead she just sat back on her lounge chair and tried to do everything in her power to take in as much sun as she possibly could. She placed the sunglasses over her eyes as a way to hide the tears. She turned over so that she was face down on the chair. It was better to try to force herself to be numb to the pain. Whether Kate tried to deny it or not was another thing but she couldn’t hide form the pain that she felt. Maybe she needed to be accepted. Maybe what Michelle said to her was the truth. One thing was certainly for sure, Kate couldn’t get wrapped up in thinking about what was or what could have been. Instead she knew she had to be focused to the task at hand. She had to be ready for her big match at Violent Conduct. As long as she focused on that she knew nothing could stop her. Its on this image that we fade out on.

















Bloody hell what it going on SCW. I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that I feel so thrilled to be in the position that I am in right now. A few weeks ago I made a plea that I deserved to be added to the Internet Championship match and long behold Christmas certainly must have come early because I am getting exactly what I had asked for. I get to compete at this Super Card in a match for the Internet Championship. Some people would be overly excited about being in a position where they could earn a championship on such a high stage but to be honest there isn’t anything to celebrate.

You want to know why I am not popping champagne or lighting the fireworks off yet?! It’s a simple reasoning really. The reason why I am not over the top excited about all of this is because deep down inside of my heart I know for a fact that I deserve what I am getting. Everybody seems to be getting off on the fact that Frankie Holliday was able to outlast a bunch of women and now she is in the main event of Violent Conduct because Andrea Hernandez had to take care of personal business.

Let me be blunt, obviously the number one contender for the World title can’t be all that good when I single handedly decimated her in the middle of the ring. I bet I could have made the World title contender issue simplified easier as well. Instead of going through the hoops of trying to figure out who should be deemed worthy to challenge Kayla you could have put me into that spot inside. Let’s give Kayla somebody she hasn’t really faced before instead having to watch the same old shit over and over again.

It’s whatever. I am sure Kayla will find a way to somehow retain over Frankie and then we will be on the road to High Stakes our biggest show where all the cards are on the table. As much as I would love to vent about not even being considered for that battle royal let me focus on the challenge that’s right in front of me.

I get to compete in a South Beach falls count anywhere match to claim my right to be Internet Champion. As I look at the Internet division I realize that everything seems unstable and honestly it’s a shit show. The title hasn’t really meant anything since Tempest held it for close to six months and after that Julianna held it for about four months.

The title seems like it’s been passed around like a hot potato since those glory days. Since Bella Madison had her first reign with the championship at the end of the year there has been six different title reigns from then until now. That’s absolutely disgusting.

People get so caught up in stating how they became a champion but nobody actually knows what it means to BE THE CHAMPION. It’s definitely a fall from grace since the days when women like me were shattering the longest reign and combined reign with the title, and dare I say my biggest nemesis in Myra Rivers going on to shatter my record.

I may not like Myra and she certainly didn’t care for me even though she stated she saw a lot of herself in me but one thing that we both can get behind is that there was a level of respect between of us and the drive we had in order to make the Internet Title the most sought after title in all of SCW. We built this division from the ground up and now to see that legacy being tarnished by women who can’t even muster a few defenses with the title is disgusting and to be quite frank utterly pathetic.

But hey let’s all get excited because now we have ourselves a triple threat match and the title seems to be in jeopardy more than ever. I know that Vargas is probably pissing in her pants because she can go on to lose the title without actually being pinned.

Now I know Lilith will probably try to talk up a bunch of useless nonsense on how she is going to do everything in her power to get her title back, and Vargas is obviously going to run her mouth because that’s all she ever tries to do. She runs her mouth how she has accomplished so much but in my eyes while she might think she is reinventing her legacy she is honestly regressing and it’s a shame she hasn’t seen it yet.

If I was in her shoes I would have been trying to chase after the World title but maybe just maybe she knows deep in her heart that she doesn’t have the talent to chase after that title anymore and actually be relevant in today’s SCW.

Now a lot could happen in a Falls Count Anyway match. This match could end up happening anywhere in South Beach but to be honest I was built for this type of match. It’s no secret that I am a multiple Roulette Champion in this company and I built my entire early legacy in wrestling by being a woman who dominated wrestling company after wrestling company by being a strong Hardcore Champion. It didn’t matter the company but long before I prided myself on being a submission specialist I was the queen of Hardcore and I took over every hardcore division I have ever been part of it.

SCW was no different and I built a legacy with the Roulette division claiming the longest reign at the time and being prepared for whatever stipulation that I might have found myself in. While I may not be competing in a Roulette match next Sunday a Falls Count Anywhere match is no different than what I am accustomed too. It will be business as usual as I enter the ring and prove to both women that I am the best wrestler in this match.

I know that there will be some people who won’t agree with what I am saying and those dissenters come in the form of my opponents. First and foremost let’s start with the champion herself in Mercedes Vargas.

Vargas I could say job well done because finally you seem to be on a roll in this company. I know people think you are witty by with the way you report on things and your overall knowledge of everything that has ever happened in this company.

Let’s be honest though. Most of the stuff you ever say is always a day late and a dollar short. You sound so happy to constantly bring up how you have so many lifetime wins and that makes you this special individual but you do realize that you are where you are because of longevity. It has nothing to do with actual skill.

You talk up the wins but your record isn’t really the best but hey I guess you need to hold onto something because it’s all you really got. Looking at the roster you and Crystal are basically the only Hall of Famer Bombshells that are left in this company so I would hope you would actually manage to accomplish something. It took a long time but you are proving to finally be credible in wrestling.

Congratulations you are a three time Internet Champion but let’s be blunt. That last title reign is all bull shit. It’s not like you earned it on your own. The only reason why you are where you are now in today’s wrestling world is because you somehow managed to brain wash Crystal Hilton and now she is serving as your lackey to do whatever she can possibly do to keep the title around your waist. It’s not like you actually earned it on your own merit. You are only where you are because you have Crystal to bail you out.

Your entire alliance is stupid. You aren’t as dominant as you think you are, and you are a fool for trusting Crystal, and she’s a fool for trusting you. Be honest with yourselves at some point one of you is going to betray the other and when that happens you will go back to the world of mediocrity and irrelevancy.

You can’t get on by yourself and at Violent Conduct you will be exposed. I promise you that much. As far as you go Lilith how’s it going girl. The name is Kate Steele. I am the woman who will personally deny your claim to become a champion for a second time because I am going to take that honor for myself. If I can be honest I really don’t know that much about you but you were a fool for falling victim for letting Crystal and Mercedes get the better of you.

You have had your five seconds of fame and I know it must have felt good to been a champion in SCW but those days are officially over with. Don’t assume you are going to go back to being a champion again because now that I am locked into this match and in a position to get the Internet Champion. I am the individual who is going to do everything in her power to make sure that it is her who walks away as champion.

I may not have a Crystal to help aid me in winning my matches for me but I have my own set of Gems who would do whatever I say so that I could come out on top. I have my cousin Ruby who has been called worthless by so many different people in SCW. I have my sister Sapphire who is at my side for all of my matches and in the way she helped me get the edge in my match with Frankie I know she will be there to make sure I win this title match.

I am not above using all of my resources to prove a point and to make sure that this entire division is focused on me. You both can come at me with everything that you got but at the end of the day there’s only one person who deserves to win this match more so than the others. That woman is me.

I have been built for this moment and it’s been a long time since I have been a champion. It’s time to make people notice me again, and I am on the quest to one day get my name into the Hall of Fame.

How do I go about doing that?! I need to get through every challenge that is put in front of me. I need to get through the both of you. I am that Phoenix. I may have been burned to a crisp and it might have been a while since people have thought of my name in a positive light but it’s time leave all of those doubters behind.

Out of the ashes I will arise and I will be better than I have ever been. It’s time to take my place back near the top of this company and then I can focus on getting in the ring with the woman that I have been calling out since I came back to SCW. I want Victoria Lyons.

Maybe just maybe the Internet Championship might be the perfect thing to get her to agree to a match with me and that’s why I am going to pour everything into beating the two of you. Losing is not an option. At Violent Conduct this Diamond shines brighter than she has ever shined. I take my career back and I get back to the top of the food chain. SCW watch and see, but you will indeed that Diamonds indeed last forever. See you soon and it won’t be long until everyone hears the words AND NEW…

Tick Tock… It’s almost approaching and I can’t wait for that moment…

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Supercard Roleplays / Re: VINCENT LYONS JR (c) v LOGAN HUNTER v LIAM DAVIS - ROULETTE TITLE
« Last post by Liam Davis on September 06, 2025, 11:53:36 PM »
OOC: I'm going to do something new here. That from now on, I'm simply only going to do one promo for all supershows and use the two RP thing to do CD scenes in one week and then a CD/promo scene the second week which don't worry, none of their material will be used. Enjoy.

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Orlando, Florida. Wednesday 3rd September. (Off-Camera)

It had been hard for Liam to cope, despite getting a win in his last wrestling match, but he wasn't really celebrating or overjoyed about that, especially he had a letters full, but mostly were from the male and female stalkers that were harassing Liam non stop and they also continued to harass him as well, sending death threats, even to the point of sending DVD videos to the office now. Which was becoming extremely scary for him. Even the police officers were concerned for Liam's well being, even to the point he agreed to do a violent wrestling match.

It left the officers being blown wide open with Liam's sort of thinking and knowledge about the situation he was given, even if he hadn't forgotten the thought of the DVD video on top of their visit to the police station while he was away to ask for Liam and want his head cut off. At least he remembered the names with Rosie and Steven being his enemies for the entire thing and that wasn't to be ignored whatsoever.

The officers were increase concerned about him, more so there was more letters stacked while he went to address Vincent Lyons and Logan Hunter on the last Climax Control show. Liam still thought the show name for a wrestling company was disgusting because it made him hate the one thing he avoided his entire life.

Mostly because he was never going to be a wrestler or a police officer who will ever be in a romantic relationship anytime soon. Of course they saw stacks of letters being piled up, most of them being from the same people, threatening to kill Liam for reasons he still didn't know and of course the worst thing was he had to encounter them someday.

Declan Davis: “You alright dude?”

Liam Davis: “Not really. I'm getting this shit non stop. Ever since I went away on a cruise, this shit has made me lose complete focus, made me lose almost everything. The only thing that's surviving at this point is wrestling side of things believe it or not.”

Molly Davis: “That's literally crazy to say, but it's true since there's no rules or limitations in a way in wrestling. I'm glad you're doing wrestling to be honest with you Liam because it's a way to get your anger out.”

Declan Davis: “The fact is we are all concerned of your well being, even more so to the point that you're bottling all your anger up. These letters and e-mails we've been receiving is sick in the head and scary as hell.”

Which was true as they were discussing it all from A to Z as the situation was really serious from the police department, even to the point of them having tools ready to kill Liam and he still couldn't figure out the answers as to why it was just Liam and not any other police officers in the department.

Liam Davis: “Have they tried to come back in with the threats?”

Declan Davis: “We have heavy security now. I'm sure they've tried, but now we know what they look like, they aren't allowed anywhere near this department. The point is Liam is I don't think you're going the right way about the whole crimes thing.”

Liam Davis: “I know, is there anything I can do since I have no idea where they live or where they are doing these videos from.”

Darren: “Maybe I can help with that since I've been digging more info on these criminals that I thought to help you out with since you're so busy with wrestling and tackling crimes across Europe as of late. So here's a few locations I found that you can go and do some soul searching next week.”

Which was painted all in front of him with a map of locations to go in Orlando, even parts outside of Orlando, but near it were on the map too. He could tell there was dots of places to go with forests to abandoned homes, to even warehouses as well. There was pictures of even the victims they have killed as well, all to get Liam's attention it seems.

Liam Davis: “Nice work Darren, finding out these locations of places of where these guys are doing the crimes that I can  use evidence and facts for a lot more. They seem to be killing people more than just me then.”

Molly Davis: “Yes and we've had a lot of reports of young men and women being murdered by these people as well. Even some accounts of well.”

They couldn't say obviously for reasons, but Liam knows what they were discussing and it made him feel sick that they would stoop that low, but that wasn't to be expressed or discussed anywhere other than pictures of what they've witnessed so Liam had that on his mind too.

Liam Davis: “Why do people do that kind of thing?”

Darren: “Who knows, but are you proud of me for digging up that information?”

Liam Davis: “Indeed I am. But guys, the whole Roulette title match with Vincent Lyons and Logan Hunter. It's more than just the title, it's also about showing these violent criminals that want my head that I can show them I'm not someone you want to fuck around with. The other two, the only reason why they are in the match is for the title. That's it.”

Declan Davis: “That actually makes a lot of sense Liam and I completely agree with your methods. That is a perfect way to get even with those sick people who want to kill you, but I also like that Darren got some info for you. So what's going to be the first place you go?”

Liam Davis: “Maybe this abandoned home here because I have a feeling that's where the DVD videos have been happening. I better get down to doing more work on them and no, I'm not going to do a video on my opponents until next week. Because I got things to tackle that are way more important than addressing them.”

Mostly because Liam didn't really give a damn about what they'll say about him as he had a bigger task to deal with and starting next week, he was going to visit all the places marked on the map from forest, to abandoned homes, to shops, to even theme parks and museums. A lot were marked on the map for where he could spot clues of what they want to do to Liam. Find out next week where Liam goes.
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Supercard Roleplays / Chapter 6: Going My Way?
« Last post by Frankie Holliday on September 06, 2025, 11:47:57 PM »
Here we are again.

Now, I hope that after all this, we finally make the changes necessary around here. Stop giving people chances who don’t deserve them. And now, I’m going to finally take those reins and ensure those changes are enforced.

And win the Bombshell’s title too, but that’s not the most important part.

The time is drawing near for true changes. And an era that will be defined by me. I told you I was the future, I told you I was going to change you, Sin City Wrestling.

The time is drawing near.

I need to live up to what I say I am, don’t I?

Well, as I think about how to best show you, I suppose I need to think about what makes me different.

And you know what it is? My willingness to do what is necessary. I think I need to let you know how I survived to get her, and why I do not fear Kayla Richards and I am excited to fight her again and this time with no rules.

I might be getting a little wet thinking about it.

But when I think about the things I went through, and how it has shaped me? It’s a lot to get excited about.

Let’s keep the story going, shall we?



I stood on the side of the road, watching as his tail lights disappeared in the distance.

“Fuck.”

I said it out loud and there was a wave of disbelief and incredulousness. This had to be a mistake, right? There’s no way Eddie just did this. No way he threw me out of the car. No way he threw my belongings off the interstate. And there’s certainly no way he drove off and left me in the middle of the bum fuck nowhere.

I was actually offended.

How dare he do this to me!  What the hell is going on here?

I sat there on the guardrail with the misguided hope that this was just a blow up. Eventually, Eddie would come to his senses and he would turn around and come back, and he would apologize and things would go back to normal. Cooler heads would prevail and we’d get back to figuring this whole thing out.

I gave it 10 minutes.
Then an hour.
That turned into 2.

Suddenly, it hit me: Eddie wasn’t coming back. It was the middle of the night and the roads were dead. The right side of my brain decided to wake up once the delusional thought of Eddie returning drifted away. All of sudden the emotions came pouring out in a series of statements and questions.

I have no idea where I am.
I have no way to get back home or anywhere else.
I don’t know anyone anywhere close to me.
I am lost.
Where the hell am I?
What am I going to do now?

And that’s when the left side of my brain finally chimed in.

“Well… it’s too fucking late now. We need to get going.”

I used the phone’s flashlight function and gathered my backpack, purse and duffle bag with clothes in it. And there wasn’t any other option but to walk. I didn’t have much battery left, but I turned on the GPS and found my location. In Nebraska, there was a truck stop about 13 miles away west. I had to download a compass app, and then…

I headed west.

I walked for about a mile, and maybe 3 cars were on the road at this time of night. All of them passed on the other side of the road. I didn’t have much food or water. I had a small bag or doritos and a ¾ empty water bottle and I began to realize that I didn’t have the means to really make this journey.

But I didn’t have much of a choice but to continue. I was on the highway side of the guardrail, just hoping against hope at this point that someone would come along. I began to think that I might just die out here. I was walking and it felt like I was making no progress. I wasn’t much of an athlete, and I had never walked this much in my life. My feet hurt and it began to be incredibly painful being on my feet for basically an hour straight.

Maybe 2 cars passed me as I made it to the 4 mile mark. I had 9 more miles to go but my feet were cramped and in pain. Was it 2 cars? 3? My mind was playing tricks on me. I began to think that I just needed to stop and make camp or something off the highway. I was more likely to get a ride in the morning, and rest sounded like a better option than continuing to walk into nothing. Besides, however many cars it was, they didn't seem too keen to stop and help me.

I pulled off the interstate and there was a wooded area where I stopped. I could still see the interstate, but I was far enough away that it was not going to draw much attention. I searched my backpack and one of the things I stole from one of the corner stores was a 3-pack of lighters. I gathered some leaves and sticks and lit up a fire. I put on a few layers and laid down. It didn’t take long for me to pass out.

I woke up and munched two doritos and the journey began again. Lugging a backpack, and duffle bag wasn’t the best, and I was rapidly losing strength from lack of food and water. I made the decision to finish the doritos, banking on the fact that I would find someone to give me a ride.

I at least didn’t look intimidating.

I put out what was left of the fire and began the trek. 9 miles was still a long ass walk. I stayed on the outside of the guardrail and I made it one more mile before I heard the beeping of a car horn. I turned my head as an SUV pulled to the guardrail, four-ways flashing. A younger couple got out.

“Hey, are you okay?” The man asked.

“Yeah. Just headed to the truck stop.” I answered. It was true. Partially anyway.

“Where are you headed? Why are you walking on the interstate?” The woman questioned, in a far more serious tone.

“I… I don’t know. I figure if I can make it to the truck stop, I can find a way.”

“Come on, we’ll give you a lift.” The man said, motioning to me and nodding to his … wife…girlfriend…whatever she was.

“Thank you.”

He put my duffle bag in the backseat and I got in, the SUV was roomy, and it felt so good to be off my feet and just sitting down.

“What happened to you?” The woman asked, looking back at me.

“I… I uh… broke up with my boyfriend.” I shrugged.

“And he left you on the side of the road?!” She asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“What kind of person would do that?!” I assumed this question was rhetorical since she looked at me and the man, who also didn’t answer.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you, honey. Nobody deserves that.” She added.

“Yeah.” I said, now tiring of the conversation.

It was like 5 minutes and then he pulled into the truck stop and parked.

“Thank you for the ride. Um… I don’t really have any money really…”

“Oh, no sweetheart, you don’t need to do that.”

“So… where are you planning to go?”

“I don’t know. But here I can at least figure it out.” I said as I exited the car. They followed for a couple of seconds before the woman nudged the man, who reached into his wallet and pulled out money.

“Here. Just… stay safe?”

There were 4 $20 bills in his hand and I looked up and accepted it.

“Thank you. Really.”

The woman hugged me and I was a little weirded out. The man put his hand on my shoulder and then they waved good-bye like we were friends. I guess some people are good people. I just didn’t know how to take it, to be honest. I was so used to shitty people that genuinely good people… I thought it was fake.

I watched them drive away and headed inside. There was an outlet and thankfully, I left my charger in my backpack so I was able to charge my phone for a little bit, and then it was time for a little revenge.

I called the Nebraska anonymous tip line.

“There was a series of small robberies in your area. You are looking for a grey Chevy Camaro, Wisconsin license plate XRD-81C2. Possibly driving towards Missouri and Kansas.”


I left that, understanding that maybe I would be questioned if the police ever caught up to Eddie, but it would be a while, if ever, that something came up. I’m sure I left hair and… other bodily fluids in that car, but I was prepared for the consequences.

I used the money to buy myself some food and sat down to enjoy my food while charging my phone and weighing my options. I saw a few of the truckers wonder if, get food and eat. I knew that eventually I would have to leave this place and move on. But where would I go? What would I do when I got there? I was 18, but I didn’t have a place to stay so that was a huge problem. But this is what I was after anyway. A fresh start. That’s what this whole thing was supposed to be.

I gathered my things and went outside after my phone was charged. Like a stalker I followed a trucker to his rig and cleared my throat to get his attention.

“Can I help you?” He asked with his gruffest voice.

“I’m sorry to bother you sir, but I’m trying to get…get to… California. I was wondering if I could get a ride?”

He paused, because obviously, this was something out of a bad movie. I don't even know why I said California, but it sounded good at that moment. He looked me up and down and shook his head.

“I’m not headed to California. I’m actually headed to Denver for a delivery. Then headed back this way. I’m afraid I can’t get you to California.” He said, his tone easing and feeling a bit sorry for me.

“That’s okay. That’ll work.” I said almost too quickly.

He sighed and studied me again.

“It’s against company regulations to pick up a hitchhiker.”

“Please, sir. I’ve come so far and I will do anything. Please.”

He sighed heavily as he walked around his rig. He kept looking at me, and looking back.

“I’m on a schedule. That’s money out of my pocket if I’m off. You gonna pay me for that?” He said, hands on hips.

“I… I don’t have much money.” I said with a shrug. “But… I mean… Maybe I can do something for you? We can... work it out?”

He took a few seconds, sighing and shook his head. He opened the door and looked at me.

“Come on.” He said and I hopped up into the rig. We took off shortly thereafter.

“Why are you out here anyway?” He began after a period of silence and getting back on the highway.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to start over, I guess.”

He left it at that for a minute and then turned to continue his journey toward Denver.

“My name is Enos. Enos Parker.”

“My name is Franchesca.” I answered.

It was a 4 hour drive to Denver, and as I had learned from Earl, truck drivers are quite lonely and surly people. You spent long hours on the road, driving and nothing else. Nobody talks to you, nobody asks how your day is or if you need anything. You just drive. Some people are just built for it, but I knew Earl wasn’t and Enos was just as talkative as we drove. We talked about his family and how he drove from Nebraska to Colorado almost every week. That was his time. Same roads, same traffic, same delivery, same everything. It was monotonous, so I’m sure he appreciated the company, and I didn’t do anything but listen. That made him feel important.

Because we made some good time with traffic, he hit another truck stop about 5 miles outside of Denver. He pulled it over and unbuckled himself.

“I appreciate the ride, really.” I said, touching his shoulder and then leg.

“But I get it. I need to pay up.”

Enos was older, a bit chubby and didn’t smell the greatest. But I imagine I didn’t look like a million bucks either.

But I paid up my fee for the ride. I fucked and sucked Enos and we parted ways at the truck stop. I kissed him on the cheek as I left, thanking him for the ride and the good time. Now I had to repeat this process with a new person.

Ted was the next. He got me to Sante Fe. Sucked and fucked.
Charles brought me back up to Salt Lake City. He only wanted a blowjob, so… less work for me.
Ralph was the final man for a little while, as he got me to Reno. Sucked and fucked. Twice.

I was now in the biggest little city in the world. My experience with Earl really helped me get pretty far. And at the end of the day, I was given a few hundred dollars between them. They all thought they were doing the right thing and sending me on my way at least with something.

I had enough for a hotel and for the first time in probably 2 weeks at that point, I got a good night’s sleep in a bed, and a hot shower to go along with it. But the money wasn’t going to last forever. It wasn’t much. But I was in Reno, the next best thing to Vegas.

But technically, Reno is closer to California than Las Vegas is. Was I really going to go to Vegas first?

No. Reno would do for now.

Now, I needed to make some money.


Just when I think I’m out…

I realize that I’m better than what was in front of me and put myself back in.

I know there will be this big speech by Kayla about how she anticipated this and that’s fine. A little white lie never hurt anybody, right? No, you see truthfully, in her heart of hearts, Kayla Richards was hoping and praying that I didn’t win that disco ball battle royal thing because that meant she’d have to put on her big girl pants and have to face me again.

But unfortunately, the captain has to do a little work around here to justify her position. And she obviously didn’t want to put in that type of effort again.

Let us look back, The captain felt so threatened that she told everyone she would cheat if she needed to. She told all of you that she would outshine me. And at the end of the day, the captain threw everything she had at me and it was not enough. She knows it, and I know it. It’s one of those special things that two fighters can sense. She tried to outshine me, and show how much better she was, but… it wasn’t anything that she did that won her the match. Let’s face facts: It was thanks to my mistake, a… rookie mistake you might say, she won. I was right there, step for step move for move, cheat for cheat, with the woman who calls herself the best. But she had to try and make up for it, and hit me with her move 3 times.

You can say that you were proving a point, Kayla, but you and I know the truth. You were desperate and you knew that one would not be enough. You fucking knew it in your soul, Kayla. You had to make that shit count, more out of embarrassment than anything else.

You wanted to make sure I stayed down, and that perhaps I would be so hurt and devastated, physically and mentally by this loss that I wouldn’t want to try again so soon. You felt justified in your celebration. You had proven your point and stopped me. You thwarted my plan and I would never be able to recover and challenge you again. I was humbled! Humbled I say!

And while I wallowed in misery for oh, 30 seconds or so, I realized that I took your best shot, and I was ready to go again. And you were ready to get as far away from me as possible, thinking you had done something, and I realized what you really tried to do.

You tried to break me.

But I did not break. I was beat up, and I felt disappointed, but that was fine. But giving up and walking away because it got a little harder for me?

Who do you think I am, Andrea Hernandez?

I was not stopped, I was delayed. Only slightly.

Do you think you hurt me? Do you think you scarred me? Do you think you scared me? I have been beat up, and scarred far worse by some pretty shitty people in my life, Kayla. You kneed me in the face and you thought that was going to do it? Did you think your victory would be the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back for me?

All you did Kayla, was delay things.

Because I am inevitable.

I already showed that you are obviously worried and desperate when it comes to me, you will try and take any little advantage you can get. You will take any shortcut you can to win.

And while in most cases, that would be a quality I admire in a person, you think it makes you different and special. It does not. It just makes you more troublesome. But that’s okay, I’ve already gotten under your skin and it was far easier than even I anticipated. I gave you everything on a silver platter last time and you needed me to fuck up. And that burns you more than anything I can do or say.

You are studying me as I speak, taking copious notes, listening to me and trying to anticipate what I would say as if you have some foolproof argument that you’re going to throw out there. Do you need a gotcha moment, Kayla? Is that what this has boiled down to? This isn’t a debate. You can take all the notes you want, my message of change has always been the same. So whatever zingers you have, give me all of them. You want so badly to shut me up and send me away because it’s not fun for you anymore.

So, you want to separate already?

I have to tell you… I’m devastated. I really thought we had something, Kayla.

But I see it now. I see that you want me to go away forever because you think I’m trying to replace you. Mainly because I can do your shtick better than you ever could, but no, I don’t want to replace you. I get off knowing I piss you off and get under your skin by simply existing.

I can hear you now.
“What? I don’t care about you!”
“I’m too busy being the champion!”
“I’m too important!”

You know how I know? How many times do you want to call me a smug little shit? You know why you say that? Because you are upset by it. You’re angry at how confident I am. You’re pissed at the fact I don’t fucking sweat you. How many times do I need to hear condescendingly scold me for my actions like you are my mother? About how I could have done this one way, but instead I do it another, and it rubs you the wrong way.

I don’t even have to try.

I push your buttons and get you out of your comfort zone because I am apparently the only one in this company who won’t hesitate to call you on your bullshit and slap you upside the head and not think twice about it. And now that I know for a fact that I live rent free in your head and you want nothing more than to be rid of me…. Why would I want to replace you?

No, I want to keep you around forever. I want you right below me when I’m at the top, knowing in your heart of hearts that I took this shit from you.

Because for me, all it takes is once.

Just once and then, it doesn’t really matter anymore. If I beat you, then that’s it. You can focus all your energy, you can burn me in effigy, curse my name and swear up and down that you are still the best and then? And then, you can kick my ass all you want. Beat me within an inch of my life and show everyone how much better you are than me.

It won’t change the fact that I beat you.

That’s actually more exciting for me than winning the title. That drives me more than what you hold most dear. Just to hold that over you at any point. To rub your fucking nose in it for all times. That’s why this is so fun for me. Just once and it’s etched there forever. And taking your championship is just the icing on the cake.

At Summer XXXtreme, it was about the chance to make history, and about breaking a record. To become champion faster than anyone. That was the appeal for me in addition to beating you. But now, that is gone. And that’s okay, what I learned that day has helped tremendously. So now, the idea that I beat you and do so even this quickly is the appealing part. What it does to you. You’ve become like a science experiment now. I need to see what happens.

Perhaps you will do the stoic unaffected thing you’ve done every other time?
Perhaps there will be a crash out? Though I believe this to be highly unlikely.
Perhaps you will begrudgingly give me respect?
Perhaps you will do nothing and carry on like it didn’t happen at all?

There are so many possible outcomes and combinations, that is the big thing for me, Kayla. Your reaction to this loss. That’s why I want to beat you now. Not history, but for science!

That’s the exciting part. And it was made even better, Kayla. Because now, neither one of us have to have some sort of ladies agreement about cheating and using weapons and beating each other senseless. Nope! We get to do it and have a street fight! No rules! Anything goes! And I am fucking here for it! Whew, just thinking about it makes me all hot and bothered, So I might get a little flush in the next few moments. Just the mere thought of us fighting like that? Beating each other with sticks and chairs and all kinds of other items, man that shit gets me going!

Because that’s what I know. Pain. Been going through it my whole god damned life, Kayla.

They told me that you’ve ruled with brutality and ruthlessness. Merciless and intimidating. Oh fuck that’s good. That shit excites me. I want that in my life again, Kayla. I need you to be that way. Because that shit? That shit right there? That made me what I am today.

A survivor.

And I’m sure all this has pissed you off and you’ll be cutting through this to fire back, and that’s what I want, but I need you to listen to me.

Fuck I’m flushed.

I need you to try and fucking break me.

I need you to show me that brutality and cruelty that you have. I need that shit like an addict needs a fix. Just fucking hurt me, Kayla! Choke me! Cut me! Give me all that shit. Because  you can’t break me with pain. I am pain. I need you to give me all the pain. I need you to try and hurt me, Kayla. No rules, no disqualifications, all the god damn toys we could ever want to play with!

Fuck that’s good…

Until Violent Conduct Kayla… I will be laying awake, thinking about all that. I need you to be there for me. I want all the pain and suffering you can muster. I get off on that shit, Kayla. I will be dreaming of it. The visions of what I will do.

Beating you…
Hurting you…
Embarrassing you…

And I can do all that…

Just by winning the match.

The physical part is just an added bonus. It’s the foreplay to the climax.

And there’s gonna be a big fucking climax Kayla.

Trust me.


I say god damn that was good. I’m going to have to pet the kitty after that.
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Supercard Roleplays / “My Lost Empire.”
« Last post by Logan Hunter on September 06, 2025, 10:42:07 PM »
The tension between Logan and Vincent has gotten to the point where the two men have attempted to kill each other! First Vincent tried to drown Logan in the immediate aftermath of his Pool Side Brawl Non-Title Match against LJ Kasey in Cyprus, then, the following week at the Go Home Show in Cancun, Mexico Logan retaliated by trying to break Vincent’s neck through the use of a steel chair, only stopped by the arrival of the other challenger for Violent Conduct Liam Davies!

Now the three men were set to square off at what was easily the most brutal event of the SCW Callender: Violent Conduct X! And as befitting the Roulette Title’s rules? It was going to be contested under Roulette Rules! Can Logan win the title back?

Backstage at Climax Control 435, Cancun, Mexico
Sunday the 30th of August 2025, 21:00pm

What is worse than a thief that has stolen the rightful throne of the lord?

I’ll tell you what, when that thief disappears and they don’t even consider returning the throne to its rightful owner, instead handing it over to a pretender who was handpicked by the thief to replace him! And then another pretender appears, seeking to claim the throne for himself and in the immediate succession crises the pretender tries to murder the rightful lord and the newcomer intervenes when the lord retaliates!

That is the situation between myself, Vincent and Liam!

This whole situation could and should have been avoided! If only the bosses had the backbone to veto the clown’s Pin the Jackass Gauntlet match for his King for a Day Episode and now I am forced to fight for what I never should have lost in the first place!

The Roulette Title is rightfully mine, Guy’s reign should be stricken from the record books alongside any evidence of his existence! But no, even with the new the new GM the bosses continue to conspire against me because I represent what they fear most.

I represemnt the future of this industry while Underwood rallies behind the stars of yesterday!

”So we’re just trying to casually commit murder on TV now?” Marissa asked as she followed us to the parking lot, I briefly glanced up at the older of the Shields Twins before going to continue on my way to the parking lot, only being stopped by Brooke as she put a hand on my shoulder. ”Am I following along? Because we seem to be going through the Casual Criminalist’s rules like they were suggestions!”

”Did you suddenly forget the fact that Vincent tried to drown Logan last week?!” Brooke demanded as she walked up to her older sister, not that there was much of an age gap since, again, they are twin sisters, but even so, ”For fuck’s sake you were right there by the pool with me when he charged LJ and got sidestepped into the pool! And if LJ wasn’t there I’d likely be making funeral arrangements for Logan back home in Vegas! An Eye for an Eye, remember that?”

”And the whole world goes blind, remember THAT part of the quote?” Marissa asked as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”There are about a million other quotes I could use to point out how revenge is a double sided sword and shit but I’d be here until next year’s Violent Conduct because it’s clear that you don’t want to hear them!”

”ENOUGH!” I snapped as I marched up to the two beautiful women who had been equal parts to my benefit and to my deterrence. ”We need to get to Miami! It is the final stop on the tour and the place of my triumph!”

”Last I checked? We weren’t flying out to Miami until tomorrow morning, and it’s not even that long a flight.” Marissa responded before checking it on google via her phone. ”Yeah, fastest flight time in an hour and a half, it’s not like we’re flying from England to Miami or something.”

”It doesn’t matter! I need to prepare for my reclamation of the throne!” I insisted as I got in the brunette woman’s face. ”And you need to stay out of our business, including when Brooke tries to help me!”

”Oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that wrestlers enjoyed being fined for breaking the rules!” Marissa responded as she rolled her eyes and Brooke’s eyes narrowed. ”I know you got fined for attacking LJ Kasey on your first night in SCW Brooke so don’t insult my intelligence!”

”Fines that I’m still good to pay! We both have our trust funds Marissa, I just seem to be the only one who doesn’t seem to have any problems dipping into it!” Brooke answered back but by that point? I was gone. ”If I have to pay a few fines to further Logan’s cause? Fine!”

”And what happens if you eat through that trust fund by paying all those fines?” Marissa asked and for once? Brooke was rendered speechless. ”Thought so, now let’s catch up to Logan before he wanders off.” Marissa added before dragging my girlfriend alongside her.

Local Nightclub, Miami, Florida
Friday the 5th of September 2025, 21:00pm

My moment of triumph is at hand.

Months of waiting, sitting back and watching as that damn clown made a fool of me and what should’ve been my title reign, next week? I undo that idiot’s damage and pick up exactly where I left off.

I just need to get past Vincent and Liam first but they will be dealt with in due time.

However? As the Shields Sisters are wanton to do, they have dragged me away from my training to try to get me to socialize, they did it in Paris, they did it on the Summer XXXTreme Cruise and now? They are doing it in Miami.

They do not realize that I am merely tolerating them!

”I once again raise my objection to this Marissa.” I grunted as I folded my arms and Marissa just rolled her eyes, Brooke was out on the dance floor but because of the incident at the Summer XXXTreme Cruise? I’m banned from joining her. ”I should be out training!”

”Yes Logan, I heard you the first hundred times.” Marissa responded sarcastically as the beautiful brunette woman gave me a side eye. ”Sooner or later you’re going to learn that there’s more to wrestling life than just training!”

”Never!” I declared and Marissa just shook her head right before Brooke returned from the dance floor and went to sit next to me. ”We are leaving!”

”Like hell!” Brooke responded before she sat next to me in a way that would’ve made it difficult to get out of the booth. ”We only got here a half hour ago, we are not leaving!”

”I do not care.” I insisted and Brooke just shook her head. ”Every time you women have dragged me into a social situation it ended for the worst! That entire Louvre trip in Paris, the nightclub on the Summer XXXTreme Cruise…….”

”That was totally your fault, by the way!” Marissa interrupted with an annoyed grunt as she folded her arms. ”I was this close to having sex with that guy I was dancing with on the cruise nightclub’s dancefloor, in his cabin obviously, until you started dancing like a deranged howler monkey!”

”You were too good for him.” I responded dismissively and Marissa just rolled her eyes. ”And don’t even get me started on what happened in Ibiza! Your desire to have sex with a local got the police involved!”

”Because he had a nasty habit of seducing foreign women and poking holes in his condoms before we did the deed, I KNOW!” Marissa responded with an annoyed huff. ”The only reason it got as far as me taking my bikini top off was that the guy’s wife and mother in law had chosen that exact moment to intervene!”

”And who says the personal lives of wrestlers can be boring?” Brooke responded as she shook her head. ”And besides Mari, that whole incident caused you to put the brakes on your pursuits of romance!”

”It’s not that I think all guys are just like Carlos.” Marissa sighed as she shifted her weight. [”I just want to put as much distance between me and that incident as possible before I start looking for love again!”

”Exactly!” Brooke responded before she turned to me. ”Can you at least try to enjoy the night?”

”Fine!” I grunted before the night went on.

Logan’s hotel room, Miami Beach, Florida
Saturday the 6th of September 2025, 12:00pm

*promo time*

The time will soon be at hand.

”They tried to deny me my birthright, first by allowing a clown to have his way, then by keeping me away from the title that should be mine and finally? By giving it to a pretender to the throne.” I commented as I shook my head. ”Are SCW’s brass so afraid of the future that I represent that they’d rather see a psychopath who tried to kill me as champion?!

Once again, Christian has proved himself to be a spineless owner! But I will set right what was wrong next week in Miami Beach when myself and Liam Davis challenge Vincent Lyons Jr. for the Roulette Championship!” I added as Brooke put a hand on my shoulder. ”A title that is rightfully mine!”

Brooke chimed in as she folded her arms.

”Let me see if I’ve got this straight: I get fine after fine for doing my job as Logan’s manager just because I put my hands on the guys and I’m a woman, equality my ass, right? Yet when Vincent outright tries to drown my boyfriend on national tv after his drunken ass tried to interfere in his match? Nothing! No one bats an eye!” Brooke scoffed as she folds her arms. ”Good to know there’s no double standards in this company!

But please, continue to act like intergender violence in a combat sport is the ultimate evil.” Brooke added as she let out a scoff. ”Vincent? Your reign is a farce and Logan will put an end to it on Sunday night, Liam? You’re basically window dressing!”

Speaking off……………

”Vincent, do not think for a second that you deserve that title! You deserve nothing! I am the only one in this match who is truly worthy of that championship and I will prove that fact at Violent Conduct!” I added before I sat down on the bed with my hands at my sides. ”Unlike Guy? I thought the previous champion tooth and nail n a gruelling match, io didn’t rely on cowardly ambushes to get the job done and yet? It was Guy that got the accolades after he stole the title from me and YOU who were handed the title after that idiot left the company!

I am not a good man, but I at least admit it!” I added with a sneer before shaking my head. ”This injustice won’t stand for another moment!”

And Liam?

”This was almost perfect, but then? Liam had to stick his nose in our business.” I commented as I shook my head. ”Liam! Your placement in this match is an eyesore, but because you answered Vincent’s open challenge within the time limit? Here you are! Why the time limit didn’t freeze when I accepted the challenge? I will never know!

But what I do know is this, you will not get in the way of me and my rightful throne Davies!” I fumed as I glared at the camera. ”As an officer of the law you should be arresting those responsible for this theft, instead you keep the myth of Vincent as a worthy champion alive by your very presence in this match!”

Brooke chimed in again.

”If Christian Underwood was even remotely interested in doing what was right? Logan would be the champion and whoever decided to step up would be his challenger or challengers!” Brooke responded before shaking her head. ”But no, because Guy fluked his way into winning a ladder match? He had to honour it! What good is an owner if he can’t do what’s right when the former champion has clearly been wronged?! Next Sunday? Logan will correct this injustice!”

It's that simple.

”I did not work myself to the bone for over a year for a damn clone to steal my first title from me! And yet, here I am because the bosses were too spineless to do the right thing!” I sneered as I stood up. ”The Roulette Tile is rightfully mine. Yet they’d rather put the title on another Lyons and hope for a repeat of Victoria’s success! I will not sit idly by and let Vincent parade my championship around for a moment more! And Liam? You will not get in my way!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”For it is time for me to reclaim my lost empire!” I declared as I made a fist with my hand. ”And I’ll be damned if a fool in uniform gets in my way! Vincent? You are a placeholder, the man who held the title right before I, Logan Hunter, reclaimed it! Woe to the Vanquished, for the damned souls of forgotten clowns shall never be mourned! Liam, Vincent? I COMMAND THEE KNEEL! YOU WILL NOT DENY ME MY RIGHTFUL THRONE! And next Sunday as I rise atop the ashes of fallen empires as champion? YOU WILL EMBRACE OBLIVION!”

Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.
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Supercard Roleplays / Re: HARPER MASON (c) v ALICIA LUKAS - ROULETTE TITLE
« Last post by Alicia Lukas on September 06, 2025, 06:08:20 AM »
The realities of married life

You can live with someone for months or years. You can be in a relationship with that person for months or years. But being in a relationship with someone is not the same as being married to them. Marriage is completely different. There is a reason why people can be in a relationship for over a decade and then it falls apart within a year after being married. Marriage adds an extra layer of stress.

Marriage makes things official. You sign a piece of paper linking yourself to another human being. Everything about your life becomes intertwined. You no longer exist as a singular entity in the eyes of the government. You become forever together.

And no one ever truly knows how they are going to react to that. They never know whether or not they are going to be able to accept it. To live your life as two human beings together. Property, finances, even healthcare are all pushed together and turned into a singular ownership. Some can handle it. Others can’t.

But Alicia and Austin had been married before. They had lived their lives happily with someone else. And as a married couple they all seemed happy together. Austin loved Lisa. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone else before… until he met Alicia. But they were happy. They were happy together and they would have stayed that way if it wasn’t for the actions of an individual who only cared about himself and keeping his secrets safe. Alicia’s husband Michael. It would be easy to throw him under the bus and say that Alicia would’ve been unhappy with him. But the sad truth was as a married couple they worked well together.

They were happy, her sons were happy, the only thing they really thought about was Alicia staying in the ring as a professional wrestler instead of going home. He wanted more children. She wanted to continue her career. But even that argument didn’t stop them from having happy moments. But how would Austin and Alicia fare in the marriage department? The realities of being married, the realities of living together and wanting to have that life as one—it was different than simply being together. Being in love as a couple. Marriage complicates things.

But first they would get through their honeymoon period. But as is the life of professional wrestlers, their honeymoon was something work-related. And after arriving home, everything needed to be changed. ”The DMV is a fucking nightmare. I hate the fact I can’t do this online.” Alicia put the piece of paper down on the bench. A receipt. Paying a fee for changing her name on her driver’s license. A copy of Austin and her marriage certificate sitting under the receipt with the passport and all of the other identification she needed.

Austin sighed and nodded slowly. ”Yeah, the official identification changing stuff is always a pain. Almost as much of a pain as the insurance shit I’m doing. I’ve consolidated it all. You, Ryan and Rory are on the same policy that I have my kids on and myself.”

Alicia nodded slowly. She was happy that Austin was doing all of the paperwork as well. But that didn’t stop her from hating the fact they had to do it. Still, their children seemed happy. Rory and Ryan were approaching their teenage years and Marcus and Olivia were both walking and talking and could understand a lot more than they could when Alicia and Austin first started dating. It was hard for those two losing their mother at such a young age. It doesn’t mean Rory and Ryan had it easy, but they were older and were used to having to adapt.

”We have to decide if we want to file joint taxes…” Alicia groaned audibly, her head flying backward as she dramatically threw her arms out to the side. Austin chuckled and laughed to himself, his eyes trailing down to Alicia’s driver’s license. He smiled looking at her name. Violet Alicia Mercer. It was a small thing, seeing her last name change on her driver’s license, but it was something that made Austin smile. And as he looked up at Alicia she caught his eye and realised what he was looking at, smiling back with a small nod before stepping back and folding her arms over her chest, leaning against the kitchen bench.

”It’s all worth it though… getting our lives sorted out…” Austin chuckled and stretched as Alicia shook her head. ”But… I’m not going through this again. This is going to be the last time.”

He smiled at her again, tilting his head. His long brown hair tied back, his beard hiding his still youthful face. ”Because we’ll be together forever?”

Alicia smirked and stepped forward, leaning down to look him in the eyes. ”That… and even if we don’t stay together, I’m never getting married again.” They both chuckled and laughed, Alicia reached across the table and took Austin’s hand in hers. The two of them stood there for a moment, feeling themselves decompress after doing all of the stressful paperwork they needed to get through during the day. They were the realities of married life. But they were more than ready to face them head-on.

A new frontier

”Here we go…”

Alicia slowly smiled, her blonde hair done up with braids down one side.

”Since I returned I have had a particular set of goals. A lot of people assumed that my goal would be to regain the World Bombshells Championship. And while everyone should want to hold that championship or the male equivalent, that wasn’t why I came back. I’ve accomplished a lot in my career, and I mean a lot. I’ve held championships all around the world and I have held them for a very long time.”

“In fact, there was a moment in time when I spent less time in my career without a championship than I did with one. If you looked back at my entire career, the amount of time I spent as a champion was about 75%. That is, three-quarters of my career was spent holding some kind of championship. That is a long time. Now, over the last couple of years that has extended out. I haven’t been in the championship conversation.”

“But now that has changed.”

“I won a number one contenders match. I beat three other women to earn my championship opportunity against Harper Mason for the Roulette Championship. And I followed it up after winning that opportunity by beating her best friend. And the thing is, I can’t even say that Cassie is a bad professional wrestler because she’s not. She’s decent, much like Harper. In fact, those two are so similar to each other I guess it’s a little bit hard to tell the difference. But I stomped Cassie into the ground as I prepared for this match.”

She sat down and leaned back in her chair, throwing one leg over the back and relaxing.

”But now, well, now we go into Violent Conduct. We roll on into the supercard and I get to go one-on-one with Harper Mason for the Roulette Championship. Miami, Florida, and the championship will be defended in a match where we won’t know the stipulation until the roulette wheel is spun. Old school roulette rules.”

“There was a time when I looked at the Roulette Championship and I didn’t want it. I thought the chaos and craziness that this division brings was a stain upon the sport of professional wrestling. You see, professional wrestling needs to be looked at with respect. And a lot of the things that happen in the Roulette Division don’t lean to the side of respect. Pillow fights, water balloon fights, mud wrestling, dance-off battle royals—all of these things are not what I signed up for when I wanted to become a professional wrestler.”

“But, the more I thought about it the more I realised that if you do step up and do everything in your power to adapt and change, it shows what wrestling can really be. Chaos. Total unbridled chaos. And Harper Mason currently holds the championship which encapsulates that chaos. Now, Harper, you have done everything you can to prove that you deserve that championship. You’ve done everything you can to step out of everyone else’s shadow and show that you belong here.”

“And hey, I’m not going to deny that you have earned some respect. You have been doing everything you can to make that championship mean something. Oh wait, that was Victoria Lyons. See, Victoria held that championship for just over a year. She made that championship a prized accomplishment and you were able to get the win over her, and many people are going to celebrate that. They are going to think that it is amazing that you were able to beat a woman who held that championship for so long and became the poster child for chaos.”

Alicia pauses again and shakes her head before continuing.

”Here’s the thing, Harper. I kind of feel bad for you. See, you had this tremendous high as you became the Roulette Champion and beat Victoria. But with that win comes expectation. See, when you beat a dominant champion and you take that from them, you have to follow up their championship reign with something that matters. And you’ve held that championship for just over a month. And in that time you really haven’t done anything. You haven’t plastered your face all over the shows. You haven’t shown the world what kind of champion you can be.”

“You just kind of exist.”

“And because of who you won that championship from, you now have all of this pressure on you. If you don’t have a championship reign that lives up to what Victoria did, you will be looked at as a failure. Now, me on the other hand, I can beat you and I can just make you a footnote in the history of that championship. And no matter what I do, as long as my reign is better than yours, it will be looked at as a success. So you are already looked at as a failure. And now you have to face me, someone who is one of the best professional wrestlers to ever step foot on this planet. Someone who is having a career renaissance. And you are standing in my way. No one else. You. So at Violent Conduct I’m going to take that championship from you and I am going to make sure you are relieved of that pressure. You are welcome, Harper.”
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