["Scumbag" Kevin Carter]

The night before had turned into a nightmare. For the first time since two thousand and thirteen, Kevin stepped into the squared circle of Sin City Wrestling. As himself, there was no mask. There was no Entity persona. It was him and that was meant to be a hell of a moment for him, but instead that moment turned into a nightmare when he failed to beat the thorn in his side known as Jayden Harris.

Everything he threw at him. Everything he planned with J2H and Raven. It all back fired, blew up in his face, and led to a loss that will haunt him for some time to come. Now the man had no other option but to put Jayden and that night in the rearview mirror. Sitting there with his eyes closed and trying to relax on this plane ride home, but he felt his pocket vibrating.

His eyes opened as he reached down inside of the pocket of his shorts and pulled out his phone. Clicking on the screen the notification was in big bold letters.

From: @SINCITYWRESTLING
Topic: Itinerary For Next Week

On seeing the email notification, it was enough to make the man roll his eyes. He couldn’t even go a full twenty four hours without having to deal with something. Unlocking his phone and tapping on the notification to open up the email. Reading the message in his head until he got hung up on one specific detail. Forcing himself to speak out loud to himself.

KEVIN CARTER
Who the fuck is Troll?

His expression was one of confusion and irritation all at the same time. It was one thing to force him to share the ring with someone like Bill Barnhart. It was another thing to force him to compete against Justin Smith for a second time. Then on top of that to force himself Raven, and J2H to waste their talent. In a match like a six man against the quality of opponents.

It was becoming clear that they were being met with true disrespect. But to then force them to waste their talents and add Troll into the mix. That felt like it was a troll from within the company and by the men that ran it. He was doing his best to not lose his cool in that moment, for what was done was done. However, it wasn’t something he was happy about and it wasn’t a deed to go unpunished.


A few days had passed and all the relaxation the Scumbag could do he had done. Now he found himself stepping off a fresh flight to Sweden. To which the moment he walked through the main doors of the elevator, there was a car waiting to pick him as part of the travel arrangements. However, it was more than just a driver when he realized the camera crew that was there.

KEVIN CARTER
What the hell is all of this?

CAMERA MAN
I was asked to tag along with you wherever you may go for the next couple of days.

KEVIN CARTER
By fucking who and for what?

CAMERA MAN
Mr. Ward... I was told he saw all your crying about how you had your first match since two thousand thirteen as yourself and how the moment was ruined. So he wanted to make sure you felt extra special this week.

KEVIN CARTER
It was crying. It was stating a fact! And of course, the man that’s eating through a straw thanks to me wants to play funny man in the shadows.

CAMERA MAN
[color-lightblue]Listen Mr. Carter, I am simply just doing what I was told to do. That’s my job. Nothing more, nothing less.[/color]

KEVIN CARTER
Just stay the hell out of my way until I feel like I find you useful.

That was a clear and stern warning as he stuffed his suitcase right into the chest of the camera man. Kevin grabbed the back door of the vehicle and climbed inside. He instantly pulled out his phone as a means of distraction when he heard the door shut. Briefly he looked up from his phone to see the camera man sitting there now with his camera in hand.

KEVIN CARTER
What the hell are you doing?!

CAMERA MAN
I just figured you’d have a lot to say already after how things played out for you last week.

KEVIN CARTER
Did I say that? Did I give you any clue at all that I wanted you to be putting that fucking camera in my face right now?

CAMERA MAN
No.

KEVIN CARTER
Alright then.

CAMERA MAN
But... I mean usually people can’t wait to slander someone like Troll.

KEVIN CARTER
You’re going to drive me nuts and make me punch you in the throat.

Carter took the time to rub his temples for a second. Clearly very annoyed already and he had only been in the country for a total of five minutes. By that time the motion in the vehicle was felt as it had started to move on.

KEVIN CARTER
Let’s just get this shit over with.

That was a clear indication to do what needed to be done. That camera man taking the camera in hand and making sure it was held just right. Clicking the record button and that little red light came on to let Carter know things were good to go.

“It’s two thousand twenty four and you find something like this funny, Mark?”

He found himself shaking his head from side to side.

“You want to waste the talent of some of the best men that ever walked through those doors. All for the sake of cracking yourself up? And this is exactly why I have said you are incapable of running a successful company. However, if this is the game you want to play. Then by all means, it’s game on. You’re just going to have to be the one to explain to families why their loved ones are forced into retirement and can no longer provide for them. Especially that overweight basement living mouth breathing fuck known as Troll.”

That expression of his becoming more sour by the second. Not that it should have been much of a surprise at this point. Everything about him just screamed being a sour, bitter, and angry individual.

“I don’t know why after months upon months of not existing. You would have even picked up the phone when they called you. I don’t know why on God’s green earth. You thought that agreeing to take this match was going to do anything for you. Other than putting you in a situation where you were going to get hurt really badly. But I guess the only logical reason is because it’s a chance for you to live up to your name. A chance for you to make a mockery out of the situation at hand. A chance for you to once again embarrass the business as a whole.”

“Your mental capacity is that of a ten year old. Fart jokes and piss stains are the funniest thing in the world. You think calling someone dumb or immature is the best comeback to ever escape your lips. You think including your mom in your little vignettes is funny. You think it gets a cheap pop and you’ll take any attention you can get. Everything about you, Troll just screams that you’re a grown ass man that gets off on acting like a child. That to me is fucking weird and you should probably be thrown behind bars, you, Jared Fogle looking piece of shit.”

“But deep down. People like you truly make me hate the business that I choose to be in. Because people like you take it as if it’s a big joke. People like you don’t think that it should be treated with proper respect. People like you just get to be a part of the business. No real credentials. No working hard. No having to prove that you belong. Essentially nowadays anyone can walk through those doors. It’s not just how Sin City Wrestling operates. It’s how the entire wrestling business operates. And no matter how much attention is called to it. It’ll fall upon deaf ears and continue to be ignored!”

Carter had a certain level of disdain in his eyes. To the point that it was making them glow.

“I learned many-many years ago there is no saving this company from mediocrity. Not when it’s something that they support and oftentimes it's something that they promote. So, I’m not going to save it. But I’m also not going to put up with mediocrity and I’m not going to put up with a gigantic troll. Understand something Troll. I already know everything that I need to know about you. I already know how you carry yourself. I already know how things are going to go with you. As I’ve called it out. Not going to give it any more notoriety than that.”

“And from this point on. Every little joke you try to make. It’ll be ignored. Every little thing you do to try and get under my skin. It won’t work. You are not a vital threat to me or any of my teammates. So, you’re not going to be portrayed as one. You wanted to take on this match. They wanted to book this to get a chuckle for themselves. That’s fine, but rest assured that when Sunday night rolls around. There will be pain dished out. I will punch you right in your fucking face Troll.”

“I will have no problem breaking your orbital bone, your jaw, or any other part of your body I think is worth snapping like a twig. I’ve got no qualms about making you bleed in front of a venue full of people. Forcing your worthless parents to watch their baby boy beg and plead for his life as the crimson mask just washes over his face. And I certainly do not mind being man as the known that put an end to your career... if that’s even what you want to call it that. I’ve always been fine being the villain in someone else’s story as long as I get to be the hero in my own.”

For the first time his lips had curled up into a little bit of a devious smirk. Truly letting it be known those sick and demented thoughts were taking over.

“From the bottom of my heart, Troll. I have to say thank you. And I truly mean that... Thank you for being our Sacrifice and may you rot in hell from here on out!”

That proved to be his final message. The camera man taking the hints and finding himself hitting the button to end the recording. Carter instantly went back to looking at his phone.

CAMERA MAN
That was some solid stuff. I am sure the people are going to love it when this starts to roll out.

For a brief moment his eyes raised up and locked onto the man.

KEVIN CARTER
Do me a favor? And shut up the rest of the ride.

And just like that his eyes shot back down to be distracted by his phone. This was going to be a long week. A week that would be more of a nuisance than anything else. However, it was also a week where the chance to prove just how dangerous he, Alexander Raven, and J2H could truly be.


“I understand Resilience...”

Those few words came out of the mouth of the man that called himself the Entity of Sin City Wrestling. Carter sat there in the corner of a ring with a narrowed expression in those eyes.

“It is the process and the outcome of successfully adapting to difficult and challenging situations that life throws at you. Situations that will force you to bend emotionally, mentally and even physically at times. A lot of time those people that learn to adapt end up overcoming those situations. Proving to be without a shadow of a doubt resilient. I would consider myself to be a resilient individual. Meant times I’ve experienced trials and tribulations. To which I had to find a way to overcome them. Something to be proud of, but then there are people like Justin Smith.”

From simply saying the man’s name. It caused the man’s face to twist up in a sour manner.

“People like to call Justin Smith resilient. They like to give him his flowers for being able to bend at any situation that is thrown at him. People have even said that they admire Justin in a lot of ways because no matter what happens. The man’s spirit is never broken by any situation he comes across in this company. Are you people that idiotic? Or do you get off in some sick way on feeding Justin’s head with these foolish claims? I really don’t know which one it is. At the same time, I don’t care. However, I am very much going to be the man that tells it like it is.”

“Justin. You are not resilient. You do not embody the word resilience at all. Since the moment you stepped foot into this company. You have been nothing more than the laughing stock of this company. As well as served as the punching back for the entire men’s roster. The moment that you’re taking losses to Bill Barnhart of all people. And taking those losses on a consistent basis. That’s when you know that your career is as dead in the water as it can get. You were never going to be anything more than what you are inside these four walls. But people want to call you resilient and they want to sing your praises. However, I can’t help but ask... For what?!”

Carter found himself reaching up and grabbing the ropes of the ring. Using them to pull himself up to his feet and take a couple of steps towards the camera on him.

“Do they call you resilient because no matter how many losses you take, you still show up the next week ready for more? Because that’s not resilient. That’s just a matter of you not having any intelligence at all. Any normal person in any situation. Whether it be our sport, boxing, mixed martial arts, or hell even if they were good enough to go to the olympics in their sport. If they continued to lose every single time. They wouldn’t continue to keep doing this. Reality would eventually set in and as much as it might bruise their ego. At least they’d have the intelligence to admit this isn’t for them and they’d walk away.”

“You have not. That proves my point exactly. And if I were to be a hundred percent honest here. You should probably at this point be evaluated for CTE. I’d be willing to bet you’ve got the worst case of it since Aaron Hernandez. You’re a ticking time bomb. Not a good thing at all. But maybe that’s not what it is. Maybe people call you resilient and think you embody that mindset because you don’t let it affect your mental state. Because you don’t let it affect you on an emotional level. Because while you might get beat down physically. You still keep getting back up. And again that’s not resilience.”

A slight shake of his head was caught.

“Of course it doesn’t affect you on a mental or emotional level. First and foremost, anyone that is willing to get their ass handed to them every single week. Not only are they a glutton for punishment, but they’re clearly not in the right frame of mind. You’re a lunatic and not in the way that most people are. Where you are a danger to society or a situation where people should be afraid of you, but in the sense that you should be locked up in a padded room with the key thrown away for your own safety. No one that delusional should be allowed to walk around freely.”

Carter found himself putting his forearms on the top rope. Leaning against it, that same narrowed expression on the cameras.

“Let’s just cut to the case Justin. I’m not going to be foolish like all the others. I’m not going to praise this mindset of you being resilient. I’m not going to praise you for the fact you keep fighting. And I’m damn sure not going to pretend that you are anything more than what you are. You are essentially worthless in the end game. Tomorrow, you could be gone for Sin City Wrestling and it would not mean anything. It would have no negative impact at all. No one would miss you. Hell, no one would even really know that you were gone. Other than Bill.”

“I know that people often think that telling the brutal truth is just someone’s way of being a piece of shit or someone’s way of just having an excuse to be a dick. But, I don’t see it that way in this situation. If anything Justin. I’m trying to actually break through to you. I’m trying to get you to see how things are. More importantly, I am trying to get you to walk away for good. To protect yourself so WE don’t have to do what we plan to do to you on Sunday. No one sees it, but we are trying to do the right thing here by saving you. However, I know it isn’t going to work. It’s falling on deaf ears, as it always does...”

That disgruntled look on his face said more than enough. Kevin pushed himself off the ropes long enough to swing one leg through and he ducked down to come out to the apron.

“Thank you for being our sacrifice, Justin.”

Following that statement, Kevin looked at the cameras for a second or two. Hoping that it was a statement that would register in a big way. Only for him to find himself jumping down from the apron. A few steps away from the ring and he had disappeared into the darkness of the poorly lit room. Leading to the cameras fading out.


Standing there on the balcony of his hotel. His tattooed hands gripped the banister with some force. Kevin finds himself looking out at the city lights of Stockholm. Lights so bright that it kept the city well lit even at night. Nodding some as he spoke out to himself.

KEVIN CARTER
Time is ticking Kevin and you know it. All these things you have set out to do. You’ve done none of them. You’ve yet to restore your legacy. You’ve yet to make them remember who you truly are. You can’t even sniff the main event. And each week that passes by where you don’t achieve one of your goals. Each week you allow someone like Jayden to get under your skin. Each week you allow yourself to become distracted. You become more and more pathetic in their eyes.

Sure, it was a bitter pill to swallow. Knowing he wasn’t where he wanted to be and where he should be. But it was an honest conversation he needed to have with himself.

KEVIN CARTER
You knew they didn’t care about you before. You knew they didn’t want you to succeed before. You knew they saw you as a joke many years ago. And nothing has changed now. Look at the match they put you in for this week. That says anything and everything that it needs to say. You’re allowing yourself to fall back into their trap and that same vicious cycle of how things were eleven years ago. You have to do something. You have to take charge. You have to be the man you came here to be!

His knuckles had begun to turn white from how harshly he gripped that banister before him.

KEVIN CARTER
Hurt someone. Break their neck. End a career. Remove Jayden’s entire existence from Sin City Wrestling. You have to do something and you have to do it quickly. One more set back. One more loss. One more situation where you fail and you can say goodbye to anything and everything you ever set out to do. You'll never be remembered. You’ll never have that legacy restored. You will simply just go down in this company’s history books as just another man. Do you just want to be another Spike Staggss? Do you want to be just another Kain? Do you just want to be another Tommy Crimson?!

Of course the answer was no. That’s not what he wanted. Hell, that wasn’t anything anyone wanted. Every person that got into the business. Got into it to make a name for themselves and to have it means something for years to come. But right now things were far from working in his favor.

KEVIN CARTER
Figure it out!

Another firm nod of his head came from him. Telling himself what he needed to do. Coming up with that thought and knowing what he needed to do. It was all different from actually doing what he needed to do. Somehow someway he was going to have to finally overcome this all and make it happen. Because right now he was dangerously close to becoming nothing once again.


The night sky had fallen in Sweden. In less than twenty four hours Climax Control 404 was set to take place at the Avicii Arena. Everywhere you looked in the city of Stockholm. There were local commercials playing to hype shows. There were banners and fliers all over the city. It was a big deal to a lot of people and rightfully so. Now with those cameras rolling in, there was a shot of a man jogging with a black hoodie on. When all of the sudden a familiar voice could be heard.

“How can you feel bad for Bill Barnhart?”

That prompted the camera man to begin to jog themselves a little quicker to bypass the hooded man. As they got in front of the person, it was revealed that the voice was who people expected. Kevin Carter took one look at the cameras with a slight eyebrow raised.

“I have heard certain whispers of people. I’ve seen it on twitter. I’ve seen in blogs being written by those basement trolls. It’s something that keeps coming up. People say they feel bad for Bill Barnhart because he has been set up to fail. Because he has been given partners that are nothing more than a handicap to him. Because the man has been saddled up to lead a team that essentially has no chance at winning. I know that everyone sees me as an asshole and it’s a title I wear proudly. But, these people have to be as off their rocker as Bill himself if they believe this mindset.”

The man found himself shaking his head from side to side. By this point people just knew who he was and how things were going to be. It shouldn’t have been a shock. That sour expression stayed with him.

“First and foremost. Who in the hell considers Bill the team leader? The team captain? Because that person clearly has Methamphetamine running through their veins. When it comes to this team. There is no captain. There is no leader. Not a single one of them would know anything about taking the reins in order to lead a team to success. After all, they don’t even know how to lead themselves to success.  And sure, it’s not exactly a secret that Bill is saddled up with two men that are pathetic. Two men that are known losers. Men that don’t know how to win if their careers depended on it.”

“However, it seems like everyone is forgetting the fact that Bill is just like those two. The last time Bill won a match was on June Thirtieth. By the time we face off on Sunday. It’ll be seventy plus days since the last victory he obtained. And would you imagine that, the last person he defeated was Justin Smith. The only man that he can beat on a consistent basis. And with the way things are going. It's looking like Bill won’t pick up another win until he faces Justin again. For their like nine hundredth match that has people running to take a piss when they are in the ring with each other. It’s a snoozefest.”

“But let’s stop acting like Bill is superior to them. Let’s stop pretending like Bill has been done horribly wrong. Let’s stop this facade, that in any other situation and with a different pair of partners where Bill would have more of a fighting chance. Because it’s not true. In fact any other situation with two different partners. The chances of Bill being the anchor that would weigh the team down in the worst way possible would increase. At least in this situation Bill can say he isn’t the worst one on the team, but then again like I said. It’s not like it’s THAT big of a difference in the long run.”

A sudden sharp turn down a dark alley with his jogging caught the cameraman off guard. All but for a few seconds before they were quick to catch up.

“Bill, this is our first encounter with each other. To which I’m sure you will bring up in your utter mindless ramblings of facts you like to do from time to time. However, with it being our first, it’s also going to be our last. For I am not someone that is just going to keep turning a blind eye to the types of cancer that continues to cause Sin City Wrestling to rot from the inside out. Now don’t misinterpret that as me calling you a cancer as far as being life threatening. But instead you’re a benign type of cancer. You’re just there. It isn’t harmful to have you around, but you are useless.”

“And in being useless. As far as I’m concerned you should be cut out and tossed into the garbage. See, right now I am getting a horrible case of Déjà vu. Considering this feels a lot like what I’ve already said about Justin. What I have already said about Troll. Now, I could just repeat myself. I could give you the chance to protect yourself. I could give you the opportunity to just walk away on your own two feet. I could give you a way out. Like I have already given them. But much like them, Bill. I already know the outcome of this situation involving us.”

“You won’t take the warning seriously. How many times prior to this has someone told you they were going to beat you and then you pretended as if they couldn’t just for them to do exactly what they said? II don’t know the exact number but I’d bet you throughout your entire career here in SCW. It has happened hundreds and I mean hundreds of times. How many times has someone told you they were going to hurt you, they were going to make you bleed, and they were going to make you bleed? Only for you to ignore those warnings with deaf ears? Again, very likely it’s been hundreds upon hundreds!”

His unimpressed facial expressions said everything they needed to. It was quite the message being sent on top of those sarcasm soaked words.

“So the point I am trying to make Bill is I know that giving you an out and a chance to save yourself is a waste of breath. For you won’t take it. You’ll do what you always do but that’s fine. Because, I will do what I am known to do. Alexander will do what he’s known to do. James will do what he’s known to do. Our talent, our mindset, and our way of life will allow us to take you out to pastures. Do what should have been done a long time ago. No remorse. No guilt. After all in this world in order for there to be heroism. There has to be sacrifice...”

That steady jogging of Carter had slowly come to a stop. That sour expression and those dark colored eyes remained on the cameras before him. A somber nod of his head as he spoke again.

“Thank you for being our sacrifice, Bill.”

Carter found himself walking right past the cameras at that moment. Forcing them to turn around to catch the back of the man as he had now stopped at the front steps of the Avicii Arena. That jog led him to the very place that would serve as the stomping grounds for the ultimate sacrifice for their heroism. For better or for worse depending on how one looked at it. This Sunday was going to be much see for all. That’s when the camera faded out for the final time.