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« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on November 01, 2025, 11:49:02 PM »The apartment of Vincent Lyons Jr is uncomfortably immaculate. The single broken glass in the sink, the only oddity or sign that the place has been lived in at.
Vincent stares at the broken glass with a cut on his hand speaking to himself in a low steady whisper.
“I was right there..” he said “I had everything right my hands, it was perfect until it wasn't."
He huffs in frustration.
“HB Carter.” he grumbled of all people “HB fucking Carter. I let that little primadonna bitch catch me slipping.”
He slams a fist on the counter leaving a small stain of blood from his cut hand.
“That's all it takes is one slip…” he said “That's all it takes for them to see weakness in you. That's all it takes for them to see you as a failure.”
There was a short pause and a knowing nod.
“You always pick the perfect time to show up these days.” he said.
“I only come when you call for me.” his father reminded him.
“I didn't call for anybody.” Vincent muttered.
“You don't have to.” his father said “You bleed and I hear it.”
Vincent looked at the blood on his hand and clenched it into a fist.
“I had him dad.” Vincent said “That match was mine and then it was gone just like that.”
“It's not that big of a deal..” his father said “We all miss now and then.”
“It wasn't a miss.” Vincent shot back “It was a rare moment of hesitation.”
“Same thing..” his father said.
“Don't call it the same thing!” Vincent snapped.
“Take it as a lesson.” his father said “And grow from it.”
“A lesson?” said Vincent beginning to pace in his kitchen “This is humiliation. Everybody's going to whisper about my decline and rewrite what they think they know about me.”
“You're still a champion.” his father said “Take a look at the card, you're in a championship match, Victoria is in a championship match. Is Eddie in a championship match? No. Because your Uncle Ray raised him to be soft. I raised fighters, and that's why the two of you stand where you do, and why you'll do more for the Lyon's name then Eddie or any of your uncle Zachary's bastards.”
“So I should feel honored because of names on a family tree?” Vincent said.
“I'm just saying you and Victoria are standing where you are because you don't apologize for anything, use that” his father said “Put Carter behind you and focus on what's next.”
“Hendrix..” Vincent said. “He's one of those who did something in SCW years ago and is trying to find his former glory. He gave a whole sob story about his parents, his daughter and his heart and this and that. He seems desperate if you ask me.”
“Use it.” His father said, "Whatever you can find to get under his skin, throw it in his face.”
“I will.” said Vincent.
“Good.” said his father “You take Brandon Hendrix and let him know who runs scw now. Show him why returning to the company was a mistake he'll never forget.”
“Oh he's going to find out he's in the wrong place at the wrong time." Vincent said “I have a lot of anger to let out after my loss to HB Carter and I'm going to unleash all this aggression on Brandon Hendrix.”
“Remember to focus.” his father said “Make sure to make them see the consequences of stepping into the ring with Vincent Lyons Jr.”
“Well.” Vincent said “This Brandon Hendrix seems to think he's some heartbroken hero in a tragedy. Perhaps I'll remind him what he seems to have forgotten in his absence, that this is no charity and I'm not going to be forgiving of anything.”
“Do more than remind him.” his father said “Make him feel it. Every second you're in that ring with him, make sure he knows you're not here to play nice.”
“Nice,” Vincent chuckled “There's nothing to be nice about. I lost to HB Carter because I hesitated. This time hesitation is no longer an option and Hendrix will be the first one to find that out.”
“Watch how he clings to his past like his shield.” his father said “It makes him predictable, use that and make him forget his own story.”
“Oh I'll make him forget.” Vincent smirked, “It won't take him long to realize that he gets no sympathy from me, and by then it will be too late and he will realize his own destruction is imminent.”
“Remember.” his father said “He doesn't get to define, you the Carters don't get to define you, you get to define you, and you set the terms.”
“And those terms are calling for me to put Brandon Hendrix back into history where he belongs.” said Vincent.
“Then do it.” his father said.
“I will.” replied Vincent.
Then everything was quiet again the voice of his father gone once more the glass was still broken in his sink a reminder of his aggression with the sigh he grabbed a fresh rag out of a drawer and applied a tourniquet to his injured hand, then sat in his living room comfortably among the silence with one single person on his mind.”
Brandon F'n Hendrix.
__________
Vincent liked the calmness of his mother's house and his mother always made him feel welcome. The cut on his hand from the other day had become a wound, a quiet reminder of the anger and frustration that still dwelled inside him.
“You've been quiet for a while.” his mother said looking up at him from across the table “You seem more settled than usual .“
“You could call it that I guess.” Vincent said humorously sometimes “I just like the familiar space to think.”
“Well it's good to have you here.” his mother said “It's always so good to see my wonderful children. Victoria was here the other day.”
That piqued his interest.
“And what did Victoria have to say, mother?” he asked.
“She's mostly focused on her own championship match.” she said, "I tried to talk to her you know, tried to get her to see things differently to come around to your point of view. But you know how stubborn your sister is.”
“Yeah.. I know.” Vincent muttered.
“She means well of course.” his mother said “But she overcomplicates things. You just need to give her time she'll come around.”
“I suppose.” Vincent said “Right now I'm not concerned about my sister, I need to focus on Brandon Hendrix and retaining my championship.”
“So what's the plan then?” asked his mother.
“To turn his sympathy against him.” Vincent said "Take the armor he uses and make it so heavy it crushes him entirely.”
His mother said nothing, only listened.
“He wants people to feel for him and his sob story.” he said “Maybe he thinks it'll make people be merciful. But I intend to show no mercy, mother and I will show him that he can't skate by on sentiment.”
“Nor should you.” his mother reminded him “Your father and I didn't raise you or your sister to be weak.”
“Yeah that's what Dad said.” Vincent replied.
His mother raised an eyebrow curiously.
“What do you mean that's what your father said?” she asked.
I..I mean thhhat's what he wwould have said..” Vincent replied stuttering slightly.
“Okay then.....” his mother said still looking at him curiously.
“I'll be fine Mother.” Vincent said, “Brandon Hendrix is nothing more than a mere obstacle. He's not ready to stand with the new school of SCW and I'm going to be the one to introduce him to that. A couple wins over Bill Barnhart don't make him a threat to me.”
“There's that Lyons spirit.” his mother grinned. “It's getting late, are you staying for dinner?”
“Of course.” Vincent said, unable to refuse one of his mother's home cooked meals.
“I'll go get the roast started.” she smiled and headed toward the kitchen. “You just get comfortable.”
Vincent watched as his mother headed into the kitchen to start the dinner preparations, and leaned back into his lounge chair comfortably, and had been his favorite growing up and still was.
He thought about Hendrix and the way he carried himself using sentiment as a shield. He could see the cracks forming before he even stepped into the ring with him. There was something he admired about somebody trying to fight their way back into relevance, but admiration and mercy were different things. He could give some admiration, but there would be no mercy. He would show Brandon Hendrix why he was the standard now and why he was the chosen champion of SCW.
He let his thoughts drift to Victoria for a moment, thinking about his mother and how she had tried to broker peace and failed to get Victoria to see reason. Victoria was stubborn in her own convictions as he was stubborn in his own, they were still twins after all and that brought a slight smile to his face. Someday maybe they'd reconcile, or maybe they wouldn't. Right now his focus was singular.
The wound on his hand ached slightly as he flexed his fingers, an almost meditative pain that reminded him of everything that had got him to this point. Thought about the looking Hendrix eyes when his armor of sympathy cracked under the weight of what Vincent was going to deliver, his jaw tightened at the satisfaction of the inevitability.
Falling back further into the he closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the warmth of his mother's home to overcome him. It all helped him feel grounded and reminded him that no matter what happened this place would remain his constant.
This was his calm before the storm that he intended to unleash on Brandon Hendrix.
__________
The camera opens on Vincent Lyons Jr leaning against a concrete wall in an empty warehouse. The roulette championship resting on his shoulder. He lets the camera linger on him for a moment, letting the silence get just uncomfortable before he speaks.
“You ever notice how some people treat this business like a confession booth?" he said shaking his head “They come with a story, sob in front of the camera and expect absolution. Begging for sympathy like it's currency. Just hoping someone will find them a spot on the card based on sympathy because of a tragedy they were once handed.”
He shakes his head.
“Is that what you expected Brandon Hendrix?” Vincent continued “When you told Bill Barnhart that little sob story about your past like anybody was supposed to care?”
He looks into the camera with no expression in his eyes.
“All I saw was weakness Brandon.” Vincent said “You revealed your weaknesses, because I'm going to tell you right here and now I don't give a damn about your dead parents. I don't give a damn about your ugly little daughter, and I certainly don't give a damn about that bad heart of yours.”
He remains expressionless as he continues.
“You don't bring heat, you just bring a sob story that nobody cares about.” Vincent said “Holding that little locket up , showing your daughter's picture like people are supposed to feel things. Not this guy, not Vincent Lyons Jr. I only know pain and chaos and you're going to find out exactly what it means to go up against somebody with the last name Lyons.”
He pauses.
“Being soft is not a virtue Brandon, it's a liability.”[/color] said Vincent “It's a weight that hangs between your ribs and makes you slow, the difference between a man who fights and a man who performs with grief.”
He exhales.
“This doesn't end well for you Brandon.” said Vincent “So you can save the tissues and the sob stories for someone else. Because I am going to hurt you, and your daughter will most likely have to visit you in the hospital. You know that bad heart of yours? I have the right mind to stop it early for you, and send you to go visit your parents.”
He laughs, amused with himself.
“You should never came back Brandon.” Vincent said “Because I'm going to expose you, and show that you just can't hang anymore. If you really care about your daughter you know you would do? You would go home and hold her and be with her.”
A sinister smirk grows across his face.
“You think you're the judge, jury and executioner.” said Vincent “Because maybe for a time that's what you were, but now that title belongs to me you can ask Logan Hunter what it feels like to piss me off. Maybe all those people all along were right when they shouted die Brandon die, perhaps your daughter should realize that her father is in fact, a fucking loser and the truth will only set her free and be better for her in the end. ”
He laughs again.
“Now all that's going to happen is your daughter watching and wondering… why.” Vincent said with a smirk “Wondering why the scary man won't stop hitting Daddy. Why he won't show Daddy any mercy, and let me tell you little girl… it's because your daddy is weak and your daddy doesn't deserve any mercy.”
He grins.
"You want to make this your second act that's fine." Vincent said "But I'm the director and this second act is only going to bring you more tragedy. More pain and more suffering I decide your fate and I decided you don't get a happy ending your daughter doesn't get a happy ending. The happy ending belongs to me, the chosen champion of Sin City wrestling Vincent Lyons Jr.”
He holds out his belt in front of the camera.
“You want this Brandon?” Well, you're not going to get it.” Vincent said “You can say anything you want, but when that bell rings you're going to see the look in my eyes and they're going to fill you with fear and you're going to realize that you made a huge mistake. You still have time to back out but if you don't then whatever happens is on you. Brandon Hendrix you have been warned.”
With one final arrogant smirk the camera jarringly cuts to black.
Vincent stares at the broken glass with a cut on his hand speaking to himself in a low steady whisper.
“I was right there..” he said “I had everything right my hands, it was perfect until it wasn't."
He huffs in frustration.
“HB Carter.” he grumbled of all people “HB fucking Carter. I let that little primadonna bitch catch me slipping.”
He slams a fist on the counter leaving a small stain of blood from his cut hand.
“That's all it takes is one slip…” he said “That's all it takes for them to see weakness in you. That's all it takes for them to see you as a failure.”
There was a short pause and a knowing nod.
“You always pick the perfect time to show up these days.” he said.
“I only come when you call for me.” his father reminded him.
“I didn't call for anybody.” Vincent muttered.
“You don't have to.” his father said “You bleed and I hear it.”
Vincent looked at the blood on his hand and clenched it into a fist.
“I had him dad.” Vincent said “That match was mine and then it was gone just like that.”
“It's not that big of a deal..” his father said “We all miss now and then.”
“It wasn't a miss.” Vincent shot back “It was a rare moment of hesitation.”
“Same thing..” his father said.
“Don't call it the same thing!” Vincent snapped.
“Take it as a lesson.” his father said “And grow from it.”
“A lesson?” said Vincent beginning to pace in his kitchen “This is humiliation. Everybody's going to whisper about my decline and rewrite what they think they know about me.”
“You're still a champion.” his father said “Take a look at the card, you're in a championship match, Victoria is in a championship match. Is Eddie in a championship match? No. Because your Uncle Ray raised him to be soft. I raised fighters, and that's why the two of you stand where you do, and why you'll do more for the Lyon's name then Eddie or any of your uncle Zachary's bastards.”
“So I should feel honored because of names on a family tree?” Vincent said.
“I'm just saying you and Victoria are standing where you are because you don't apologize for anything, use that” his father said “Put Carter behind you and focus on what's next.”
“Hendrix..” Vincent said. “He's one of those who did something in SCW years ago and is trying to find his former glory. He gave a whole sob story about his parents, his daughter and his heart and this and that. He seems desperate if you ask me.”
“Use it.” His father said, "Whatever you can find to get under his skin, throw it in his face.”
“I will.” said Vincent.
“Good.” said his father “You take Brandon Hendrix and let him know who runs scw now. Show him why returning to the company was a mistake he'll never forget.”
“Oh he's going to find out he's in the wrong place at the wrong time." Vincent said “I have a lot of anger to let out after my loss to HB Carter and I'm going to unleash all this aggression on Brandon Hendrix.”
“Remember to focus.” his father said “Make sure to make them see the consequences of stepping into the ring with Vincent Lyons Jr.”
“Well.” Vincent said “This Brandon Hendrix seems to think he's some heartbroken hero in a tragedy. Perhaps I'll remind him what he seems to have forgotten in his absence, that this is no charity and I'm not going to be forgiving of anything.”
“Do more than remind him.” his father said “Make him feel it. Every second you're in that ring with him, make sure he knows you're not here to play nice.”
“Nice,” Vincent chuckled “There's nothing to be nice about. I lost to HB Carter because I hesitated. This time hesitation is no longer an option and Hendrix will be the first one to find that out.”
“Watch how he clings to his past like his shield.” his father said “It makes him predictable, use that and make him forget his own story.”
“Oh I'll make him forget.” Vincent smirked, “It won't take him long to realize that he gets no sympathy from me, and by then it will be too late and he will realize his own destruction is imminent.”
“Remember.” his father said “He doesn't get to define, you the Carters don't get to define you, you get to define you, and you set the terms.”
“And those terms are calling for me to put Brandon Hendrix back into history where he belongs.” said Vincent.
“Then do it.” his father said.
“I will.” replied Vincent.
Then everything was quiet again the voice of his father gone once more the glass was still broken in his sink a reminder of his aggression with the sigh he grabbed a fresh rag out of a drawer and applied a tourniquet to his injured hand, then sat in his living room comfortably among the silence with one single person on his mind.”
Brandon F'n Hendrix.
__________
Vincent liked the calmness of his mother's house and his mother always made him feel welcome. The cut on his hand from the other day had become a wound, a quiet reminder of the anger and frustration that still dwelled inside him.
“You've been quiet for a while.” his mother said looking up at him from across the table “You seem more settled than usual .“
“You could call it that I guess.” Vincent said humorously sometimes “I just like the familiar space to think.”
“Well it's good to have you here.” his mother said “It's always so good to see my wonderful children. Victoria was here the other day.”
That piqued his interest.
“And what did Victoria have to say, mother?” he asked.
“She's mostly focused on her own championship match.” she said, "I tried to talk to her you know, tried to get her to see things differently to come around to your point of view. But you know how stubborn your sister is.”
“Yeah.. I know.” Vincent muttered.
“She means well of course.” his mother said “But she overcomplicates things. You just need to give her time she'll come around.”
“I suppose.” Vincent said “Right now I'm not concerned about my sister, I need to focus on Brandon Hendrix and retaining my championship.”
“So what's the plan then?” asked his mother.
“To turn his sympathy against him.” Vincent said "Take the armor he uses and make it so heavy it crushes him entirely.”
His mother said nothing, only listened.
“He wants people to feel for him and his sob story.” he said “Maybe he thinks it'll make people be merciful. But I intend to show no mercy, mother and I will show him that he can't skate by on sentiment.”
“Nor should you.” his mother reminded him “Your father and I didn't raise you or your sister to be weak.”
“Yeah that's what Dad said.” Vincent replied.
His mother raised an eyebrow curiously.
“What do you mean that's what your father said?” she asked.
I..I mean thhhat's what he wwould have said..” Vincent replied stuttering slightly.
“Okay then.....” his mother said still looking at him curiously.
“I'll be fine Mother.” Vincent said, “Brandon Hendrix is nothing more than a mere obstacle. He's not ready to stand with the new school of SCW and I'm going to be the one to introduce him to that. A couple wins over Bill Barnhart don't make him a threat to me.”
“There's that Lyons spirit.” his mother grinned. “It's getting late, are you staying for dinner?”
“Of course.” Vincent said, unable to refuse one of his mother's home cooked meals.
“I'll go get the roast started.” she smiled and headed toward the kitchen. “You just get comfortable.”
Vincent watched as his mother headed into the kitchen to start the dinner preparations, and leaned back into his lounge chair comfortably, and had been his favorite growing up and still was.
He thought about Hendrix and the way he carried himself using sentiment as a shield. He could see the cracks forming before he even stepped into the ring with him. There was something he admired about somebody trying to fight their way back into relevance, but admiration and mercy were different things. He could give some admiration, but there would be no mercy. He would show Brandon Hendrix why he was the standard now and why he was the chosen champion of SCW.
He let his thoughts drift to Victoria for a moment, thinking about his mother and how she had tried to broker peace and failed to get Victoria to see reason. Victoria was stubborn in her own convictions as he was stubborn in his own, they were still twins after all and that brought a slight smile to his face. Someday maybe they'd reconcile, or maybe they wouldn't. Right now his focus was singular.
The wound on his hand ached slightly as he flexed his fingers, an almost meditative pain that reminded him of everything that had got him to this point. Thought about the looking Hendrix eyes when his armor of sympathy cracked under the weight of what Vincent was going to deliver, his jaw tightened at the satisfaction of the inevitability.
Falling back further into the he closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the warmth of his mother's home to overcome him. It all helped him feel grounded and reminded him that no matter what happened this place would remain his constant.
This was his calm before the storm that he intended to unleash on Brandon Hendrix.
__________
The camera opens on Vincent Lyons Jr leaning against a concrete wall in an empty warehouse. The roulette championship resting on his shoulder. He lets the camera linger on him for a moment, letting the silence get just uncomfortable before he speaks.
“You ever notice how some people treat this business like a confession booth?" he said shaking his head “They come with a story, sob in front of the camera and expect absolution. Begging for sympathy like it's currency. Just hoping someone will find them a spot on the card based on sympathy because of a tragedy they were once handed.”
He shakes his head.
“Is that what you expected Brandon Hendrix?” Vincent continued “When you told Bill Barnhart that little sob story about your past like anybody was supposed to care?”
He looks into the camera with no expression in his eyes.
“All I saw was weakness Brandon.” Vincent said “You revealed your weaknesses, because I'm going to tell you right here and now I don't give a damn about your dead parents. I don't give a damn about your ugly little daughter, and I certainly don't give a damn about that bad heart of yours.”
He remains expressionless as he continues.
“You don't bring heat, you just bring a sob story that nobody cares about.” Vincent said “Holding that little locket up , showing your daughter's picture like people are supposed to feel things. Not this guy, not Vincent Lyons Jr. I only know pain and chaos and you're going to find out exactly what it means to go up against somebody with the last name Lyons.”
He pauses.
“Being soft is not a virtue Brandon, it's a liability.”[/color] said Vincent “It's a weight that hangs between your ribs and makes you slow, the difference between a man who fights and a man who performs with grief.”
He exhales.
“This doesn't end well for you Brandon.” said Vincent “So you can save the tissues and the sob stories for someone else. Because I am going to hurt you, and your daughter will most likely have to visit you in the hospital. You know that bad heart of yours? I have the right mind to stop it early for you, and send you to go visit your parents.”
He laughs, amused with himself.
“You should never came back Brandon.” Vincent said “Because I'm going to expose you, and show that you just can't hang anymore. If you really care about your daughter you know you would do? You would go home and hold her and be with her.”
A sinister smirk grows across his face.
“You think you're the judge, jury and executioner.” said Vincent “Because maybe for a time that's what you were, but now that title belongs to me you can ask Logan Hunter what it feels like to piss me off. Maybe all those people all along were right when they shouted die Brandon die, perhaps your daughter should realize that her father is in fact, a fucking loser and the truth will only set her free and be better for her in the end. ”
He laughs again.
“Now all that's going to happen is your daughter watching and wondering… why.” Vincent said with a smirk “Wondering why the scary man won't stop hitting Daddy. Why he won't show Daddy any mercy, and let me tell you little girl… it's because your daddy is weak and your daddy doesn't deserve any mercy.”
He grins.
"You want to make this your second act that's fine." Vincent said "But I'm the director and this second act is only going to bring you more tragedy. More pain and more suffering I decide your fate and I decided you don't get a happy ending your daughter doesn't get a happy ending. The happy ending belongs to me, the chosen champion of Sin City wrestling Vincent Lyons Jr.”
He holds out his belt in front of the camera.
“You want this Brandon?” Well, you're not going to get it.” Vincent said “You can say anything you want, but when that bell rings you're going to see the look in my eyes and they're going to fill you with fear and you're going to realize that you made a huge mistake. You still have time to back out but if you don't then whatever happens is on you. Brandon Hendrix you have been warned.”
With one final arrogant smirk the camera jarringly cuts to black.
