June 22nd, 2025
Denver, Colorado
Magness Arena
That did not go according to plan. Not even a little bit. His plan was perfectly carried out. He baited Alexander into thinking he stood a chance. Baited him into thinking he could cause havoc right then and there. Lilith hit the ring not a moment too late. That low blow put the man on his knees. That hammer coming into play. The Internet Champion cracked him as hard as he could. Splitting him wide open. Alexander’s blood spilling all over the ring. One hell of an open wound... and he laughed.
He laughed in his face. He challenged if it was his best shot. Vowed that more violence and blood would be coming, but it would be coming to Internet Champion. How? Just how the hell was he able to laugh while bleeding out like that?! It was becoming clear that Alexander wasn’t a normal man. Becoming clear that Kevin might’ve bitten off a little more than he could chew. That made him worry. The panic look on his face was seen as he and Lilith stormed the backstage area.
KEVIN CARTER: How Lilith? Fucking how?!Finding himself just pacing back and forth in that hallway. His hands dragging through his hair. This was the first time anyone had seen him like this. A complete loss for words. Panic crippling his entire state of physicality. Mentally and emotionally distraught. It was a lot. Lilith doing her best.
LILITH LOCKE: Breathe. Just breathe Kevin.KEVIN CARTER: We have to figure this out! We have to figure this out now.LILITH LOCKE: We got time. There’s no point in rushing. We’ll just go back to the drawing board and come up with a better plan.KEVIN CARTER: Are you not hearing yourself right now?!He finally stopped the pacing. His voice was raised. His eyes were narrowed. Glaring a hole in the woman. Sure that anger was very much being misplaced, but it wasn’t something he could stop or control at this moment. Alexander had gotten under his skin and inside his head.
KEVIN CARTER: I mean seriously. Listen to what you are saying. We do not have time. I do not have time. Tonight was meant to put him out to the pastures for good. It was meant to make sure he doesn’t get anywhere close to me. Or anywhere close to this.His grip on the Internet Championship that sat on his shoulder was very tight. But the very visible tremble in that hand was clear.
KEVIN CARTER: If he’s going to eat it like he did out there tonight. He’s going to come for me. He’s going to come for my title. He’s going to get everything handed to him by these fucks that run this place. We gotta come up with a better plan. Next week he cannot walk out of this arena. He has to be in a body bag. Do you understand?!LILITH LOCKE: This is a lot to process Kevin.KEVIN CARTER: Do you understand? Yes or fucking no. Because if not I’ll find someone else that does!LILITH LOCKE: Yes! I get it, for fucks sake!Of course hearing her lash out and raise her own voice. It made him narrow his eyes a little more. Quickly biting his tongue and preventing himself from exploding. After all, what else could he expect? He lost it on her. He was screaming at her. He was pointing the blame on her in a roundabout way. It made sense she had enough and snapped back. Now before their conversation could continue.
Both of them heard a feminine tone that resulted in the sound of them clearing their throat. Bringing their attention to where it had come from. As their eyes were forced to lock on Ms. Rocky Mountains. A bright smile overcame her lips as she waved at them. Yet she seemed to be the only one in a positive mood. Before she could even get a word in edgewise. She was being shut down.
LILITH LOCKE: Go away.MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Rude, much?KEVIN CARTER: We are not in the mood for your bullshit. Neither of us have anything to say to you. Not now, not ever really.LILITH LOCKE: Like I said. Go away.She was being met with Lilth’s narrowed and angry gaze. It was more than just the fact Ms. Mountains were there to do her job. Lilith couldn’t stand the fact anyone was even in Kevin’s presence that wasn’t herself. Nevertheless they tried to pick back up their conversation ignoring the interviewer’s presence.
KEVIN CARTER: I don’t care what you have to do. What rules you need to break.How borderline criminal it needs to be. You track down Alexander’s every move from the moment he leaves tonight. Until next week in Boulder. I want to get the jump on him when he least expects it.MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Speaking of next week in Boulder.KEVIN CARTER: No one cares. You’ve been told to shut up and go away. Are you just stupid or something? Fucking christ.LILITH LOCKE: It’ll be handled. I'll get every bit of information you need. I won’t let you down.KEVIN CARTER: That’s what I like to hear.MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I know something that you would like to hear.LILITH LOCKE: Since the original plan failed. Can we just put her in the body bag instead?!Everything about Lilith’s body posture. Let it be known she was very much ready to pounce and cause all types of issues. Little did Ms. Mountains know. Kevin getting directly in between the two at that moment was being done to protect her. His glare intensified as he looked at the woman.
KEVIN CARTER: What? What the fuck do you want? Since you are so hell bent on being the main character? Since you want all of the spotlight and our attention. What is it?!MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I just figured you both were interested in a little bit of breaking news for next week. Something I heard coming straight from Mark Ward himself. And since you’re so-self centered people. With it involving you. I expected you to be chomping at the bit to want to know what it was.LILITH LOCKE: Just say it before I cut your tongue out of your mouth!MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: All this violence. For what? Geez.She rolled her own eyes. Looking back at the two seemingly not bothered by all of their threats and actions.
MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Next week. For the first time since -- whatever all of this is -- with you two has become a thing. SCW’s fans are going to see you teaming up! Exciting breaking news. Am I right?KEVIN CARTER: No.LILITH LOCKE: Who are our victims?KEVIN CARTER: That’s not even important.MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Former Mixed World Tag Team Champions, The Barnharts.KEVIN CARTER: And that just confirms what I said!Irritation was all in the voice of the Internet Champion. Not that it was that much different than how this entire scene had played out as it was. Shaking his head in frustration.
KEVIN CARTER: Wasting our time. Out of all the things we could do next week. Out of all the opponents we could have. This is the bullshit they saddle us up with. None of their booking decisions ever seem to make a damn bit of sense. It’s equivalent to letting monkeys shit in a room and throw shit at the wall. See what turd actually sticks. And yet somehow they still question why the hell people always got something to say about their ability to run this company.LILITH LOCKE: It’s their own fault. You simply cannot fix stupid. We’re constantly surrounded by it. We experience it every single week. As much as it is a waste of time, at least it’ll be an easy night.KEVIN CARTER: An easy night, yes. But we’re not like others. We don’t take an easy night just because it is given to us. We want competition. We want to prove why we are better than everyone else. I have told you that time and time again!His glare intensified a little more. Aiming right at her. She should have known better, but of course once again. Ms. Mountains couldn’t help herself and got involved once again.
MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I don’t know if I would consider it a waste of time. Nor would it be considered a walk in the park. Mark doesn’t view it as such either.KEVIN CARTER: Do you think I give a shit what he thinks? Have you not been following along with who I am and how I conduct myself?!MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: have, but I think you’ll find it interesting to know. Whether you care or not is a different story. But Mark himself did say he sees Bill and Bea as the team that has the leg up. Thanks to their experience. Might be a little bit in over your head and you don’t even realize it yet.LILITH LOCKE: What did you say?KEVIN CARTER: Lilith. Let it go.LILITH LOCKE: No. I want to see if she’s stupid enough to say it again. Repeat it.KEVIN CARTER: I said let it go.MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Based on facts, experience, and history. The Barnharts have a leg up on you. You guys are at a disadvantage next week and if I were you. That’s where I would be putting all of my focus and attention.That statement did exactly what Lilith wanted it to do. It triggered her and gave Lilith a reason to lash out. She went to lunge right at the interviewer. Before she could get her hands on her. Kevin snatched the woman out of the air and held her back. It didn’t stop Lilith from trying to break free.
MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Wow. Imagine trying to attack someone over an opinion.KEVIN CARTER: Imagine being stupid enough to keep running your mouth. Get the hell out of here before I let her go.There was a brief eye roll from the interviewer. She didn’t see anything wrong with what she was doing. After all she was just doing her job, but it was also one of those situations where she wasn’t exactly dealing with the most sane or rational people. Finding herself doing what was suggested walking away. Leaving the Scumbag to continue to try and control the loose cannon that was Lilith.
June 28th, 2025
Boulder, Colorado
Hotel Bar
Per usual Sin City Wrestling had a very good habit of finding some of the most boring places on planet earth to host a Climax Control. This was certainly the case when it came to Boulder, Colorado. Nothing to do. Nothing to experience. Not worth being there. At least that would have been the opinion of the Internet Champion. Which is who the shot found itself opening up to.
Right there at the hotel bar that all the talent was staying at was the champion himself, Kevin Carter. Taking a drink from the alcoholic beverage in his hand. Without so much as even acknowledging the cameras were there the man spoke. Letting it be known right then and there he had been expecting the camera crew all along, Turning his attention to one person.
“Bill.”His last few sips had that glass empty. Placing it down on the bar in front of him while starting to reach into his back pocket.
“Isn’t this getting old for you? Isn’t this getting tiring for you? Aren’t you sick and tired of the same outcome over and over again? Cause from my point of view. It’s mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausting to keep experiencing this with you when our paths cross. Hell, it’s just as mentally, emotionally, and physically draining when I’m just standing back and watching you fumble your way through this thing you call a professional wrestling career.”His tone of voice remained rather calm and collected for who he was. Carter had pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. Briefly opening it up to pull out a hundred dollar bill. Tossing it down on the bar next to his empty glass. As he stuffed his wallet back in his pocket, he was getting up from the stool he had been sitting at, and finally looking right at the cameras that were on him.
“We both know how this has always gone in the past, Bill. It doesn’t matter if it's a six man tag team match. It doesn’t matter if it’s a multi-man match. It doesn’t matter if it’s a handicap match. It doesn’t matter if it’s a singles match. And now you can add in the fact it doesn’t matter if it's a mixed tag team match. Because anytime we have been opposite of each other. It has always ended with me winning and you losing. It’s pretty much a guarantee that. I’m going to add another win to my list of victories involving you this coming Sunday. That’s why I asked if this is getting old for you and if it's tiring.”
“Your best efforts are never enough. They always end up being mediocre at best when being paired up against me. You always end up getting exposed. So you would think by now. That you would just forfeit the match anytime you see us facing off. Not even bother wasting your time or showing up. You would assume that you would just ask the powers that be to not be put in any more matches with me. To stay clear of me. To stay in your wheelhouse of Justin Smith’s and Logan Hunter’s off the roster. To avoid not only the constant losing, but the constant embarrassment as well.”Carter couldn’t help himself. Just shaking his head from side to side. He started to walk himself right out of the bar.
“I get that you see yourself as some kind of seasoned veteran. I get that you think you’re bringing some kind of knowledge to the table with all this ‘experience’ you have talked about. And I also get that Sin City Wrestling is all you got. It’s honestly the only place willing to keep you employed. Anywhere else you’d been given the whole ‘we wish you the best of luck in all your future endeavors' speech in less than six months of being there. I can guarantee that, but like I was saying.”
“I get that you have this mindset about things. But at what point do you see that you are wrong? At what point do you understand you're not the veteran you think you are? And that you do not bring the experience that you think you do? Because at this point even with your IQ being as low as it might be. Even you have to understand what the facts of reality are. You have to see that none of this has ever gone the way that you have said or envisioned it to go. You fail to succeed every single time.”
“And at this point Bill. I’m starting to actually feel bad for you. That’s kind of hard for me to admit to. Because I do not feel bad for anyone. Almost every single time something bad happens to someone. They deserved it happening to them and I’ve got no problem in rubbing that in their faces. But with you, it’s kind of a what’s the point kind of situation. If you don’t see your own flaws when they have always blown up in your ace? What is it going to do me any good in pointing them out to you? The answer is nothing.”
“As a matter of fact Bill. My usual shtick is basically useless. It does nothing but waste my time. We both know how I can be. I could make fun of you for that very low IQ. I could make fun of you grasping at straws just for you to feel like you’ve got a point against someone. I could make fun of you for all the times you have flat out just made shit up and lied about someone or a situation. Proving that one, you didn’t do any research on your opponent. And two, that you just aren’t all there in the head.”By this time the Internet Champion had himself down the hall and approaching the elevators. Just as they were opening up and letting people off. Climbing right inside and forcing the camera crew to follow along. He pressed the seventh floor button. With the doors closing shortly after.
“It wouldn’t take much for me to make fun of your wife and how the two of you seemingly share the same brain. Cannot come up with a single unique thought on your own. It would just be an easy target for me to point out all the useless facts that you randomly spit out like they have weight and value to what is going on at the time. I could easily mock you for that god-awful win loss record. It would be too easy for me to knock those very clear subpar wrestling skills.”
“I could honestly just bury you three ways from Sunday. There is nothing you could do about it. Nothing you could do to stop it. Nothing you could do to change the outcome of any of this. But I have to be honest with myself. This doesn’t do anything for me. This doesn’t make me any better than you than I already am. None of my actions are suddenly going to click with you and make you see all the mistakes you’ve made.”A very slight ding sound was heard. The elevators announced they had arrived on the floor. Before they started to open their doors.Carter walked out with the camera crew still hot on his trail for the words he was giving them.
“Nothing I say is going to make you see that I am right and get you on the right path. None of this is going to benefit you and it damn sure doesn’t benefit me in any way whatsoever. Sharing the ring with you is just a gigantic waste of my time. I wish you had the mental capacity to actually admit that and make things a little smoother, but we both sadly know what we are dealing with here. There’s no need for me to lose any sleep over this match. No need at all for me to feel like I need to be on my A Game.”
“I could honestly give only thirty percent of what my best can be. And it would still lead to me having my hand raised in victory. That’s just how bad you really are. How bad you’ve always been. And honestly Bill? If I’m just shooting from the hip here. I don’t need to actually climb into the ring with you tomorrow night. Very easily Lilith could mop the floor with the both of you all on her own. If I were to allow her to do so. A challenge that she would meet head on and overcome with ease.”Finally his journey had seemingly come to a stop. Finding himself just outside one of the hotel doors. The number 643 in big bold letters on the door. Pulling his keycard from his pocket briefly to unlock the door. The Internet Champion looked back at the cameras for the final time.
“It’ll be the same old shit tomorrow night Bill. Thanks for another win.”There was a slight eye roll that consumed the champion. It was clear based on everything that they had heard. The man was very much seeking competition. Very much wanting something to be worthwhile to him. Yet, that’s not the type of scenario he found himself in. Turning and walking inside that hotel room, he slammed the door shut behind him. Leading to the shot fading out with a very bitter overtone left to it.
