May 28th, 2025
Men’s Central Jail
Los Angeles, California
Each foot step that was made. It somehow echoed off the concrete walls. Kevin kept his eyes forward as he followed behind an officer. In a matter of seconds the two of them approached a door. Taking his keys out the officer unlocked the door and held it open for him. Kevin stepped through and took a look around. A single table in the room with two chairs. About that time the officer came up behind him.
OFFICER: Thirty minutes is all the visiting time allowed.
KEVIN CARTER: I don’t think we’ll even be using all of that thirty minutes. Don’t think he’ll be too happy to see me.
OFFICER: This better not cause our inmate to get rowdy.
KEVIN CARTER: That’s what you’re here for right?
That exchanged look between the two was a little unsettling. That was until they heard the sound of another door being closed. Looking in that direction there was another officer leading a man in handcuffs and shackles around his ankles. It wasn’t just any man, it was Kevin’s son: Wyatt. The second Wyatt realized what was going on. He became enraged.
WYATT CARTER: What the fuck is he doing here?!
OFFICER #2: Go. Sit.
WYATT CARTER: I don’t want anything to do with this clown!
OFFICER #2: I said sit!
He was being forced to take a couple of steps forward. Finding himself taking a seat in that open chair directly across from where his father sat. Kevin looked across the table at his son. Smirking ear to ear.
KEVIN CARTER: This isn’t a good look for you, kid.
WYATT CARTER: Go fuck yourself.
KEVIN CARTER: Still hostile over all of this?
WYATT CARTER: I am in here for at least a year because of you!
KEVIN CARTER: No, you’re in here because of yourself. Your own actions are what landed you in those handcuffs and a jail sentence.
WYATT CARTER: You’re the one that pressed charges! You’re the one that took this to court!
KEVIN CARTER: As any good father would to teach his son a lesson.
His lips curled a little more into that smirk when he spoke. Wyatt on the other hand could be seen starting to grow with anger. The color in his face started to turn to an angry shade of red. His fists doubled up in those cuffs, but there wasn’t a lot he could do. After all, it wouldn't go over well for him at all.
KEVIN CARTER: This seems to be a recurring theme in my life lately. Personally and professionally. It’s always somehow my fault. Never anyone else's. Despite it being clear that they have their faults.
WYATT CARTER: What the hell do you want? Huh? What is the point of all of this? You got what you wanted. I am serving my time!
KEVIN CARTER: Wyatt. If you think this is what I wanted. That couldn’t be any further from the truth. No. What I wanted was for you to grow up to be a man. I wanted you to grow up and see things the way I saw it. See people for who they are, like I saw them. I wanted you to be a spitting image of who I am. That way you would never be chewed up and spit out like you were nothing by the world. But your mother. She is a problem. She’s made you soft.
WYATT CARTER: Keep my mother’s name out of your fucking mouth!
KEVIN CARTER: If I could go back and change things. I would. Because I realize now more than ever the biggest mistake I ever made in my life was having kids with that selfish fucking cunt.
Those words were aimed to get a reaction out of the near eighteen year old. Wyatt went to lunge at his father, but was quickly grabbed a hold of and slammed back in the chair by both officers.
OFFICER: That is going to be your only warning!
Wyatt found himself glaring at the two of them. Being so young and not being in control of his emotions. That was the very reason he was in this situation to begin with. Being forced to look over at his father when he heard him speak again.
KEVIN CARTER: But that day you showed up at my place. The day you showed me who you were under all the coddling of your mother. I knew you had become just like me. You did see things the way I did. You just need a little more guidance.
WYATT CARTER: I am nothing like you. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?!
KEVIN CARTER: You are like me Wyatt. It’s not something you see right now. All that misguided hate for me is why. I get it, but what you don’t understand is. I can make all of this go away. I can put an end to all of this. All you have to do is agree to follow my guidance. Take up the family business. Join me in harming the ones that ruined our family. Help me punish all of the wrestling business for what they did to me. For forcing me to be absent in your life.
WYATT CARTER: No! No, I am not joining you. I want nothing to do with you and damn sure don’t want anything to do with the wrestling business.
KEVIN CARTER: You need to reconsider Wyatt.
WYATT CARTER: I said what I said! I am not joining you or the business. How are you this off your rocker? How can you see that you aren’t the problem? And it had nothing to do with the business or the people in it. It has everything to do with you being a shitty human being. An awful father!
For a second there was nothing but an uncomfortable silence that filled this tiny room. Kevin sat there looking at his angered son. This unimpressed expression seemingly overcame his expression, The slightest little nod coming from Kevin as he found himself pushing the chair back and starting to stand up.
KEVIN CARTER: So be it then Wyatt. You want to rot next year here? You can have it that way. But remember an assault charge at such an early age. It’s going to have consequences for the rest of your life. No school is going to want to accept a student into their community with a criminal record. Most jobs are going to turn you away when they do a background check. Life is going to be very-very hard for you when you get out. But this offer I am giving you now. Can make it so much easier for you. A father-son duo. Taking liberties on others for everything they took from us.
WYATT CARTER: I would much rather have the next fifty years of my life. Be nothing but difficult. I am fine with struggling. Fine with having my life not be the way I originally saw it. As long as I never have to deal with you ever again. I sincerely hope when your time comes. You experience the most painful of deaths. You sorry son of a bitch!
Kevin just smirked at his son’s response. Finally stepping away from the chair and turning his back to the near eighteen year old. Nothing more to be said as he nodded to the officer that led him into the room. That was his cue to start leading him back out. Kevin wastes no time in following behind him. This had gone the way the scumbag expected, but he was hopeful. It wouldn’t stay this way. His son didn’t realize it yet, but he was becoming more and more like him by the day. Soon it would boil over, he’d embrace him, and he’d come calling begging to be forgiven.
June 2nd, 2025
Home
Los Angeles, California
“Keeeeevvviiiiiinnnnnn!”
The voice of Lilith rang out from down the hall. His eyes were bloodshot. He smelled of alcohol. Everything about his expression said hungover as he hung to the edge of the bed. Trying to collect himself from the night before. The creaking sound of the door being pushed open made his head throb some. Forcing him to look over his shoulder. Entering the room was Lilith. She hadn’t left his side since Into The Void. Everywhere that he was.
LILITH LOCKE: Good morning!
Silence still followed from the Scumbag. Nodding in her direction as he stood up, snagging a dirty cut off t-shirt off the floor to place over his tattooed covered torso.
LILITH LOCKE: We have company.
Taking his hands and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Hearing what she did almost instantly forced him to look at her. A slightly confused and annoyed expression.
KEVIN CARTER: Company?
LILITH LOCKE: Mmmhmmm! Your presence is requested by royalty.
KEVIN CARTER: What the hell are you talking about?
LILITH LOCKE: Ms. Calaway. She was in the city. Requested that she spoke to you. Took it upon myself to give her the address so we could chat.
KEVIN CARTER: You did what?
LILITH LOCKE: Oh don’t be worried. She’s no harm. Besides I’ll cut someone if they want to try anything crazy with you.
There was a bit of a smirk on Lilith’s lips. Kevin glared a little harder. As that wasn’t exactly the point at hand. Inviting anyone to where he lived was an invasion of privacy and that was something that would need to be handled. But for now it had to be put on the back burner.
KEVIN CARTER: We’ll talk later.
His voice was stern. Finding himself not giving the woman a chance to even properly respond. Before he was walking past her. Out of the bedroom, down the hall of the two story home, and to the set of steps. Jogging down them until he hit the first floor, coming around the corner to the living room, and sure enough. There stood Alexandra directly in the middle of his living room. His glare would only intensify as he spoke.
KEVIN CARTER: Can I help you with something?
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Oh. There you are. Wasn’t sure if Lilith was telling the truth? Seems like a bit of an oddball.
KEVIN CARTER: Believe me. I’ll address the situation when you leave. Not exactly a fan of people coming to my home. For any reason. But people connected to Miles and Carter. That’s really crossing a line. I can only assume the worst out of you.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Don’t you think it’s a little unfair for you to judge someone based on their affiliations?
KEVIN CARTER: You’ll come to understand. I’m not someone that believes in what’s fair or unfair. Now the question remains the same. Can I help you with something?
His attitude was cold and almost hateful. Alexandra seemingly picked up on the fact he was about business and the faster this moved along. The better it might be for her. She just held her hands up in a small defenseless manner.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Look, I will not waste your time. I’m not trying to have a hostile environment or anything like that. I simply am just here to ask you to do me a favor.
KEVIN CARTER: A favor? What the fuck do you think I am some kind of ambassodor for Make A Wish? I don’t do favors or anything like that.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Maybe not, but I think this favor is something that you could at the very least have fun with. If you’ll just entertain me for a second.
KEVIN CARTER: This conversation has already gone on long enough. So spill it.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Fair enough. As the reigning Queen of the Day. I am requesting your services for Climax Control. I’d like to put you in a match with Artie.
KEVIN CARTER: Excuse me?
His face said it all. It was becoming a little more riddled with confusion. Trying to make sense of all of this.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: I am not exactly a fan of his. Not a fan of someone that likes to use social media as a place to hide and run their mouth. After years in this business. I’ve always handled business in the ring, but this new generation and the way SCW works. I can’t handle it myself. But I can put him in the ring with you. And then have you be the one to teach him a lesson.
KEVIN CARTER: And You take me as someone that wants to do your dirty work for you?
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: I could see where you see it as that, but I see it as an opportunity for a man that is bloodthirsty to quench his thirst.
KEVIN CARTER: Ah appealing to my ego? Like that’s going to make the situation any better. You’re asking a lot. Especially when there’s no benefit to this for me.
Shaking his head a little bit. His arrogance was truly showing. Alexandra taking notice of it all. Letting out a small sigh of frustration on her end.
KEVIN CARTER: You really should have came with a better pitch.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: I tell you what. You agree to the match. I’ll make sure that every bit of the odds are stacked in your favor.
KEVIN CARTER: Not that I need anything like that. But, I’m listening. What do you have in mind?
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Hmmm. How about Artie being blindfolded the entire match? He won’t be able to stop the onslaught of violence you bring him.
With those words escaping her. There was another bit of silence. Kevin stood there looking at her. Mowing it over in his head.
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY: Can’t tell me that doesn’t really appeal to a violent man like yourself? We have all seen what lines you’re willing to cross...
KEVIN CARTER: Mhm... Right... I’ll think about it. Now see yourself out.
There was nothing left to be said. As he pointed right towards the front door. The very one he assumed Lilith had let her in. No fight was given. She nodded her head and saw herself out. Leaving him to stand there. Pondering over what was brought to the table. There was no real upside. There was no benefit for him. But at the same time beating someone within an inch of their life and they couldn't see it happening? Well that did appear to the sadistic part of him. Maybe just maybe it was worth it.
June 6th, 2025
Watson Lake
Prescott Valley, Arizona
The shot was slow to open up. It was clear by the sun barely peeking out through the clouds that it was in the wee hours of the morning. Standing right there on a pile of rocks with his hands in the pockets of his shorts was a very familiar face. The Internet Champion himself, Kevin Carter. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the water with his first words being said.
“You really fucked up eh Artie?”
There was a slight rise of the Internet Champion’s eyebrows. His eyes not wavering from the water of the lake.
“I mean you really got to get under someone’s skin for them to want to willingly put you in a match with me. Especially with some of the ‘things’ I’ve done lately to people that I’ve squared off against. But you really must have pushed this chick’s buttons if she’s willing to throw you in a match with me and then make the stipulation where you got to be blindfolded the entire time. Oof. Really sounds like we got a classic case of fuck around and find out here.”
A slight shake of his head in disappointment came. Finally, he found himself making eye contact with the recording camera. His always arrogant smirk featured across his expression as he continued.
“Now don’t get me wrong here Artie. I don’t have a dog in the fight. Not when I consider the entire King and Queen for a Day to be fucking stupid. Worthless even. Most of this goddamn roster doesn’t know a wrist lock from a wrist watch. Why the hell should these idiots have any control over matches? Why should they have any input on how things play out? Mark and Christian don’t even know what they’re doing. No more need for shit covered hands in a diseased infested cookie jaw if you ask me.”
“But ultimately what is done is done. This is what Alexandra has chosen you fate to be. This is the situation I have been forced into. Therefore I will deal with the hand I was dealt. However, as you can already tell. It’s not like it’s a bad hand by any means. No, the only downfall to this is I have to waste my time by getting into the ring with someone like you. You on the other hand. Boy oh boy are you at a disadvantage. Wish I could say I feel sorry for you, but I don’t.”
“It takes a lot for me to have some kind of sympathy for someone. Especially considering how wicked the world is around us. It’s a very selfish place too. Everyone is about themselves. Everyone is about what they want to accomplish. They do not give a damn about anyone else. You think people had sympathy for me when I was released over a decade ago? Do you think people have shown me compassion or sympathy over the things I’ve had to do to get even since coming back?”
“Do you think for even a single solid second that people have felt sorry for me at all? In some of the unjustified and uncalled situations I have been forced into for the last year? No, not at all Artie. Not at all. Instead they have all said the same thing over and over again. They’ve said that I deserved it. They’ve said that I brought it on myself. They’ve said that I was the one that has crossed the line far too many times and therefore it's all my fault. So, what makes you different hmm?”
Once again he raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner like he was going to egt some kind of response.
“You’re not different. So let me tell you this. There are two reasons I don’t feel sorry for you. The very first reason being that you brought this on yourself. You just had to run your mouth. You just had to go get on Twitter or X. Whatever the fuck they’re calling it these days. Had to get on there and whine. You had to cry. You had to talk about how unfair all of this is to poor little you. You had to show that deep down. You’re nothing more than a pussy. No different than Logan Hunter at this point. It doesn't get any lower than that Artie, but that’s the level you seemingly want to be on.”
“I do find it down right hilarious. That you wanted to speak out against the ‘reigning’ King and Queen. Wanted to mock them and quickly point out how it is only something that lasts for a day. Talking about how in the grand scheme of things. It doesn’t really matter once that night ends. Which you are correct. That’s how the stupid gimmick works. But if it doesn’t matter in the end? If it’s all going to be over within the blink of an eye? Then why the hell are you so pressed about it? Why are you out here crying like a baby back bitch about how you were cheated?”
“Why is it such a big deal that you didn’t talk away with the crown? You’re making yourself look like a hypocrite. But have no fear Artie. I am really-really good at figuring people out. It’s a special skill of mine. A skill that pisses people off because it usually leads to me exposing them, but nonetheless. I got it all figured out Artie. You can’t stop whining and crying about it. Because it’s the only chance you had to ever be successful here in Sin City Wrestling. Becoming King for a Day was going to be the only ‘moment’ you’d ever have around here.”
Carter just glared right at the cameras. That smirk of his almost seemed like it was aiming to taunt the man he was set to share the ring with in the next forty eight hours. After all, if there was one thing about the Internet Champion. He knew how to get under the competitor’s skin.
“Everyone knows that you don’t have it in you to be a champion. They know that you do not have it in you to be a Main Event player. They know that you don’t have the ability to sell out arenas. They know that you’re never going to get your name big enough to where people actually want to pay to see you wrestle. To be blunt with you, Artie. Every single person in this company knows. You’re just here to be a slightly better version of Justin Smith. That’s it. That’s where your ceiling is.”
“And since we’re on the honest and open train here Artie. You didn’t even really belong in the King for a Day match anyway. They just tossed you a bone. For no other reason than they were tired of listening to the pity party you were throwing for yourself over not becoming number one contender for MY championship. That’s the only reason you were there. No one expected you to win. No one expected anything special out of you. The only person that believed you had a chance was well... you.”
For a second there was silence. Carter wanted those words to register with Artie. He wanted it to really sink into the man’s brain. That he and only he was the one that ever thought he stood a chance. Everyone else had written him off a long time ago.
“And that’s what brings me back around to reason number two for why I do not feel bad for you. You are delusional. Now to be fair. That’s not that different from ninety percent of the locker room. It’s a disease that truly plagues this company, but that is what is going on. You are delusional. You think you’re better than what you are. You think that you actually matter here. You think that you are this second coming of Jesus to professional wrestling. Despite being someone that’s wrestled maybe what ten matches in the time span of a year? Get fucking real, kid.”
“But then again your wife thought the same thing about herself. She also had a god-complex. So I see where you are getting this mindset from Artie. A sad mindset that you are very likely both going to be passing on to your offspring. Doing nothing but setting up your kid for failure in the future. That will end up just being another second generation wrestler laughed out and will ultimately never make it. At the end of the day. That delusional you are experiencing is just going to forever keep your mindset clouded. But the reality of all of this is. You are dog shit.”
His arrogance was so clear in his tone of voice. One of the many things that made him one of the most hated people in the company.
“By all means let the delusional take you down the wrong both. It is your right to ignore my words and it’s even your right to ignore the clear signs. However at the end of the day Artie. You cannot outrun the facts and the facts don’t lie. Something that people seem to have a hard time understanding, but they are considered facts for a reason. They hold nothing but the truth in them. So, you may tell everyone that you are training your hardest and that you are going to be ready to go when you see me on Sunday. But the fact is there is no amount of training out there that can prepare you for the type of hell I will bring you in that ring. You will very-very quickly look completely overwhelmed and cave under the pressure.”
“You can sit there and tell everyone that is willing to listen to you. That you got the skills to overcome the handicap of being blind folded and that you’ve got the skills to pull the upset of the year off by pinning my shoulders to the mat. Yet, the fact is that blind fold is more helpful to you than you could ever imagine. It’s not a handicap at all. If anything it gives you something to hide behind later when you lose. Something to use in your favor. Something that will actually hold weight when you start that woe is me shit again. It’ll hold far more weight than your argument did for losing that Ladder Match at Into The Void.”
“And as far as the whole having me figured out so you can pin my shoulders to the mat? The fact to that is you’re just a liar. That’s not even close to true Artie. How could you have me figured out? How could you of all people be one of the few to ever beat me? Yet, you couldn’t find a way to defeat a grown man that puts on face paint and dances around in a cape every week... You couldn’t find a way to defeat the legendary choke artist that is known as Miles Kasey... And you couldn’t find a way to defeat one of the most boring and generic wrestlers to ever walk through the halls of SCW. You know him as Eddie Lyons. Men I have or could very easily defeat.”
“If you can’t find a way to come out the otherside with a victory when it comes to them. You don’t have a snowball's chance in hell at defeating me. And when you think about it. It’s probably a good thing you will have that blindfold on. You won’t have to see the danger that awaits ahead. You won’t have to see the firsts that I’m going to throw that will no doubt break your nose in the first punch. You won’t have to see the steel steps off into the distance before I throw you into them. And more importantly you won’t have to see the end coming when I put you on my shoulders then drive your brittle ass neck into the mat. Again the blindfold is more of a help than you could imagine.”
Carter was just oozing with arrogance at that point. No denying that he was just making a mockery of the entire situation at hand.
“Like I said from the gate Artie. I do not have a dog in this fight. I could give a shit less about the gimmick that is King and Queen for a Day. I have no allegiance to Alexandra or her little authority for the night. Instead the only allegiance I have is to myself and the way I envisioned things for myself. Therefore when it comes to this situation. I’ve got no problem at all in being the one to hand out a punishment. One that you clearly very desperately need.”
“I’ve got no problem with injecting you with that dose of reality that you’ve been running from for far too long. There is no part of me that is going to feel even the slightest bit of guilt or remorse for that matter when it comes to beating some common sense into you. If anything I am going to get a sense of sick satisfaction listening to you cry out in fear. I’m going to love every single second of hearing you beg and plead for me to spare your little wrestling career.”
“As a matter of fact, Artie. You know what would actually be beneficial to you. I mean this truly from the bottom of my heart. Since you’re so obsessed with royalty and so obsessed with being a fake king. Maybe just maybe you should spend all of your time training on how to grovel at the feet of your superiors. Because when it comes to sharing the ring with someone like that me. It doesn’t get any more royal. I am at the top of the food chain when it comes to hierarchy.”
“I am everything that you have ever wanted to be and then some. So, if you learn to grovel at my feet. Like the little bitch that you are. Like the little bitch you are always going to be. Then maybe just maybe. I will take pity on you and let you have another month or so of existence around here before your ego and not being very good to begin with makes you fizzle out. Or you can ignore what I say and I’ll be an unruly King and make you suffer in the worst of ways.”
Once again the Internet Champion just flashed that smirk about.
“Long live King Carter.”
His lips curled into a bit of a devious smirk when it came to that lost sentence spoken. He fully expected it to get under the skin of Artie, but that was a big part of who he was. Getting under their skin. Having that mental control over them. It was all part of the master plan in the long run. That camera remained on that smirking yet narrowed expression for a few moments longer. Helping drive the point home that the Internet Champion believed every word that came out of his mouth. It was just a matter of proving it. The very second he turned to walk away the shot started to fade out leaving everyone in suspense for now.
