["Scumbag" Kevin Carter]

May 4th, 2025
Maui Beach Hotel
Kahului, Hawaii

Such a warm and inviting breeze was blowing through the balcony doors of the hotel room. The sun had been out for a few hours now. Meanwhile Kevin was just getting himself up and moving. Sitting right there on the edge of the bed. Stretching his arms out and loving the warm air blowing in. This last month of vacation had been exactly what he had needed for his mind, body, and soul. No sooner than finishing his stretch. He heard his phone vibrating on the nightstand next to his bed. Reaching over and grabbing it. The name “B.E.3” flashed across the iPhone’s scene. Kevin’s expression was a puzzled one in seeing the name. Nevertheless he slid his thumb across to answer.

Kevin Carter: Hello Bradley.

Bradley Ethington III: Kevin. Where the hell are you?!

The tone of voice from the other side of the phone sounded quite irritated to say the very least. Only adding to the confusion on Kevin’s face. As he stood up from where he was sitting there on the edge of the bed and hit the speaker button to his phone.

Kevin Carter: Last time I checked Bradley. You were just my attorney and not my babysitter. If you must know, I'm currently on a little vacation. Enjoying the beach and the scenery of Hawaii. It was needed from all the stress of work. Not to mention the drama with the ex wife and kid.

Bradley Ethington III: And did you get this vacation approved with Mark? Christian? Or anyone at Headquarters in Sin City Wrestling?

Kevin Carter: Sure as fuck didn’t.

Bradley Ethington III: And you’re not returning phone calls or emails?

Kevin Carter: Nope. What the fuck is this twenty-twenty questions? Get to the point of the conversation!

Bradley Ethington III: The point of the conversation is because of your actions right now and with me being your legal council. I’m the one being contacted.

Kevin Carter: I don’t see why.

By then he had taken a few steps out those big doors that were letting that warm breeze in. standing on the balcony of his hotel room. Looking out at the ocean just off the horizon.

Bradley Ethington III: Are you just choosing not to listen? They’ve been trying to get in contact with you. You’ve just up and disappeared off the face of the planet. You didn’t get the vacation time approved. You’re not returning any phone calls or emails. That’s a problem. Especially when you’ve got contractual obligations to be abiding by.

Kevin Carter: And what contractual obligations would those be?

Bradley Ethington III: They want you on the show this coming week. Big go home show for that Into The Void Supercard. Especially after they’ve crowned a contender for the championship you hold.

Kevin Carter: You mean the underwhelming multi-man match they just threw together to decide a contender because they couldn’t think of anything creative or remotely better?

Bradley Ethington III: So, you’re aware of what’s going on?

Kevin Carter: No. I just been around long enough to know things work. Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the route they took. But regardless. Whatever the hell they want. They’re not getting it. I’m enjoying my vacation.

Bradley Ethington III: This isn’t how things work Kevin. Look, I understand wanting to take some time off. I get that mentally and emotionally you’re dealing with some things. I get you’re probably beat up physically. But this is time that gets approved. Contacts oversee everything else. You signed on for a number of dates and you have to honor that.

Kevin Carter: You mean to tell me everyone else that’s done the same thing as me has asked for time off? You think all these other useless fucks that go radio silent for months and months on in. Aren’t seen for x amount of time. You really believe they’re going out of their way to ask for time off?

Bradley Ethington III: Are you a child or something Kevin? I don’t know what others are doing. I don’t care. I care that my client is breaching his contract and putting himself in a dangerous situation.

The eye roll that escaped Kevin in that moment said a lot. He wasn’t the least bit worried about the situation that was being brought to the table.

Kevin Carter: What are they going to do if I don’t agree to show up. Fine me? Big deal. Suspend me? I’m already on vacation. Go ahead and add more days to it.

Bradley Ethington III: All of that is possible. Or you know they could just decide to finally cut ties with you for being difficult and just fire your ass!

Kevin Carter: I wish they could. Like I said all the others that do the same shit and there’s no consequences for their actions. I dare them to cross that line and see what happens when I come with receipts and start exposing them for their favoritism!

Bradley Ethington III: Hey stupid! You’re also representing the entire company as a champion. You hold a little more significant value. Oh course they’re going to want you on one of their shows over some random joe blow. Keep in mind by the way. You haven’t defended that championship since Blaze of Glory. Well past the thirty day mark that’s in most contracts. You being this difficult and refusing to show up could very well just lead to them stripping you and there isn’t a damn thing you could do about it!

Kevin Carter: Let me go ahead and stop you right there for a second. It wasn’t that long ago before my hiatus. I was making it clear that I didn’t have a problem defending the title. I defended it three times in a very short amount of time. Defendended it against three men who technically didn’t even earn a shot at me or my championship. But I did it for the love of the game. Did it be a ‘fighting’ champion that people said I wouldn’t be in the first place. Did far more in my first thirty days as champion than the previous champion did. And then shortly after that. I was told I was taking an ‘easy’ route. Like I had some kind of control over my title defenses!

Once again the man was rolling his eyes. Visibly frustrated by the likes of what he had been told and what he was being told now. Almost like people were just determined to slander his name anyway they could. Finally starting to have enough of it.

Kevin Carter: And on top of that Bradley. How is this different from anyone else? I could name plenty of people in the last two years that I have been around that haven’t defended their title in thirty days. I can name plenty of quote champions that haven’t been around. As a matter of fact it's kind of a common theme. To win a championship and then go non-existent. Sounds like they’re just targeting me if they’re going to make a big deal about things. Straight up discrimination and even a little bit of defamation of character if you ask me.

Bradley Ethington III: Do you truly even understand the meaning of either one of those words?! Ugh, You are driving me up the wall right now. You know I want to be on your side. I once was in this business well before I became an attorney. You got ground to stand on, but they got even more ground to stand on. Yet, the hill you want to die on is going to cost me everything. You are making the stupidest decision you could make right now.

Kevin Carter: I beg to differ but I’ll tell you what...

That’s when he turned himself away from overseeing the ocean view from his balcony and carried himself back inside the hotel room. Keeping the phone held out in front of him so he could be heard.

Kevin Carter: If they want me on this show. I simply just have one demand and you can rely that to them.

Bradley Ethington III: You’re not in any position to make demands Kevin.

Kevin Carter: If they ever want to see the Internet Championship again. I think I am in a position to make a demand.

Bradley Ethington III: You’re being downright impossible. What’s the stupid demand?

Kevin Carter: I am simply just asking for a match that’s worth my time. Worth my time to leave my comfy spot on vacation. Asking for a match that’s going to be worth my while to fly to the middle of bumfuck nowhere. I am asking for stronger and better competition than what I have been given. Give me someone that’s going to push me to my limits. I get that and I’ve got no problem fulfilling these so-called ‘contractual obligations’ that you’re going on about.

For a moment there was nothing other than silence amongst the two men. That was until Kevin could hear the deep sigh from the man on the other end. All of this very much sounded like it was more of a headache than what it was worth. However the stubbornness of the Internet Champion wasn’t going to waver.

Bradley Ethington III: I’ll send the memo along to them. I don’t think it is going to help your cause at all. If I were you. I’d be just hopping on the next flight out. To avoid things becoming a disaster, but if this is what you want to do. The game you want to play. Like I said I’ll pass it along.

Kevin Carter: Right. Sounds like you got some business to handle for me. If you want to be paid and they’ve got some things to come to grips with if they want me around. Give me a call when you figure all of that out. In the meantime I’m going back to enjoying my vacation.

Bradley Ethington III: Before you go. I just want to fly hom---

The man didn’t get a chance to finish his statement. Before Kevin’s thumb was tapping against the red button to end the call. To take it a step further Kevin then powered down his phone so he couldn’t get another phone call, text message, or notification in the slightest until he turned it back on.  There was something about him that just loved to push buttons. There was something about him that just enjoyed taking things too far. His determination to always go up against the established order. Every bit of it helped define him, but this time he may have taken it a bit too far.

May 10th, 2025
A'DAM Lookout
Amsterdam, Netherlands.

The shot found itself slowly opening up. From the point of view in which they were opening up. It was made clear the scenery was at a high vantage point. There was barely any sunshine thanks to the cloudy skies. Only a fight of sixty four outside. Wasn’t the coldest, but wasn’t the warmest. Which was fitting with the cameras focused on the back of someone wearing an all black hoodie. All of the sudden before the cameras could even rotate. The hooded figure’s voice could be heard and it was quite recognizable.

“Over thirty days without my presence.”

The voice belongs to none other than the Internet Champions himself. Cameras had made it to the side of the man. To reveal Kevin standing there on one of the legs to the A’Dam Lookout.

“Not a word has been said. Not even a sliver of an appearance. Hardly even anything posted on my socials. It was very much like I had vanished. Truth be told, that's exactly what I did. I decided to take a little break from everything. Much deserved as far as I’m concerned. But other than just wanting a little break for how hard I’ve been working. There wasn’t any reason in particular I wasn’t around. I simply just didn’t feel up to it. Didn’t feel like I needed to bless anyone with my appearance or my words of wisdom. Not to mention I’ve been a little unmotivated as of late. Hell, you could say I have even felt pretty uninspired. Feeling as if my hands are shackled with being a part of this company.”

There was a slightly narrowed gaze with his expression. Eyes just focusing on the large body of water out in the distance.

“Can you truly blame me? Look around me. You all see the same shit that I see. The lack of talent. The lack of determination. The lack of passion and drive. Hell, the lack of give a fuck from over ninety percent of the people that work for this company. From the locker room to the higher ups. It’s the same old shit over and over again. Week to week. Month to month. Year to fucking year. No matter how much I call it out. It doesn’t get better and if I am to be honest all around? It’s not going to get any better. This company is on its last legs. And while I could abandon ship for my own sanity. I can’t allow myself to do that. For no other reason than I actually want to be here when it crashes and burns. Just to be the first one to tell you. I told you so!”

Kevin’s lips curled for a brief moment into a smirk. If there was one thing about him is he enjoyed being right and he enjoyed rubbing it in the faces of those that doubted him. Even if it didn’t do him anymore favors.

“Of course the reality of everything is. The majority of you don’t believe what is right before your very eyes. You won’t admit the truth to yourselves. You keep ignoring all the issues that are clearly happening. You would much rather die on the delusional hill than even be remotely open to the idea. That things need to change. But that’s fine. I’m done trying to convince this place of the truth. That being said though for the small percentage of you that do see things the way I do. Nothing confirms what I sam saying more than the match I am set to have this coming week. From what I was told. Mark and Christian have both been wanting me around. I was informed they wanted me on this Go Home show.”

“Something that wasn’t all that interesting to me. Not when I was enjoying my time away. So I gave a proposition if they wanted me here. A proposition I considered very simple. Of course the usual bullshit threats and whatnot were being thrown around. It’s what they do. Men as old as them and they still act like toddlers that can’t be told no. Again, not enough to make me respond with how high when they were demanding I jump. I just gave them that proposition. You want me here. Then find someone worth my time. Make it worth my while to fly all the way here. Give me a legitimate threat. Some true competition and I’ll be here. And what do I get?”

“The shittiest of competitors in the form of Logan Hunter.”

Such an intense eye-roll escaped Kevin for a brief second.

“That’s what they deemed worth my time. That’s what they considered worth my while. That's what they considered competition. That’s what they decided to give you all for the main event. Jesus fucking Christ. These old geezers are so out of touch with what the wrestling world needs. It is truly shocking to even see that SCW is still open. But this is what I am faced with and trust me when I tell you. I thought about just not showing up. What are they going to do? Punish me? Fine me? Fire me? If they won’t do that with scum like Dawn Warren. They won’t do anything like that to that entire faction, Golden Ring Casino. Pretty sure there are motherfuckers in that group that have never been seen. Not even once. So it’s probably not a good idea to try and do that shit with me. Someone who actually makes this place still interesting and worth watching.”

“Someone that has aimed and strived to make this place better. Despite what others might say about me. Someone that does care. Sure it’s in my own way. But I still care more than alot of them that float around here. However, I decided against it. I made it to Amsterdam. Now it isn’t because I see this as worth my time or anything like that. No. We all know what the outcome of this match is going to be. It’s already predetermined. Instead I am here for no other reason than I want to get blood on my hands. I am here because I want to cause some pain. Some suffering. I am here to listen to bones break and to hear a grown man cry like a bitch. I am here because using Logan as a personal punching bag is at least amusing for me. Something to do. Besides all of that. Logan deserves nothing but L’s added to his name. Beating him would make him what Two and Six? Two and Seven?”

For the first time since the camera shot had opened up. Kevin pried his eyes away from looking out at the water and slowly brought them over to the cameras. It felt like a far more direct approach now when it came to speaking about the man he was set to square off against.

“Logan. I know the bullshit is coming. I know the verbal diarrhea that makes no sense is coming.”

“But before you can start with your usual. Let me make a couple of things clear to you. First and foremost. I do not give a shit about you. Not even in the slightest. You could go down in a plane crash on your way here. And I wouldn’t bat an eye. You are -- that -- irrelevant to me. Nothing you have to say about me is going to sink in. Nothing you say about me is going to bring a profound thought to my head. Nothing you say about me is going to make me question myself. As a matter of fact, I can guarantee you. I won’t waste my time with even checking out your little promo for our match. You spew the same repetitive shit every single week. People talk about that Robo Bitch girlfriend of yours being programmed to say the same old shit over and over again. Yet, clearly they don’t listen to you. Not that I blame them.”

“You are going to be drowned out. Everything will go in one each and out the other. You’re not going to get the response or the reaction out of me. That you want. Because unlike the others that haven’t seem to catch on yet. I’ve already figured you out. You thrive off of response. You thrive off of reaction. As long as someone is giving you that. Then it allows you to keep it up. Allows you to keep running that cock sucker of yours. Allows you to keep thinking that you’re this big deal. Once, I don't give you the reaction you are looking for. You’re pretty much a sitting duck. Of course ignoring your words and the bullshit that will spurt from your shit covered lips kind of goes hand in hand with the other thing you need to know.”

“I’m not going to entertain you or your bullshit.”

“By that I mean I’m not going to sit here and pretend that you are a big deal like everyone else has. I’m not going to sit here and talk about all the things you’ve done. Like they’re something special. I’m not going to pretend that you are a threat to me just to appease your own ego. You can kiss my ass as far as that goes. Instead what I am going to do is tell the truth about you, Logan. The truth is you are just another face. Just another body. Just another person that works for Sin City Wrestling. Nothing more. Nothing less. Like I said before. A personal punching bag for people like me. Sure, not that it’s an excuse for your behavior. But I know exactly what a narcissistic fuck looks like. I know how a narcissist acts, thinks, and goes about their business. I am more than aware that you simply cannot get through to a narcissist.”

“The reason I know that is because I look at myself in the mirror every goddamn morning when I get up. I believe everything I say. I believe everything I do. I believe there’s not a goddamn person dead or alive that will ever be bigger than I am. I don’t believe there is a single person on this planet that is better than me. And with believing that. I can back it up. I can present proof to my claim. You on the other cannot. Can you, Logan? Better yet. Let me ask this. What the actual fuck have you done around here to have the ego that you have right now? What is it that you have done that makes you truly believe that you belong in the running for half the shit you say you deserve? Why do you have this illusion of yourself like you are the greatest thing that has ever stepped foot inside of SCW? Please enlighten me.”

Kevin paused for a brief moment. Almost like he was expecting an actual answer from a man that was nowhere in sight, but per usual this was all done by design.

“The answer is nothing. Only time you can win is when you’re facing the likes of Justin Smith, Bill Barnhart, or LJ Kasey. It’s just a complete and utter mid-off amongst the likes of you three. Getting wins like that doesn’t translate to making you a big deal. You have since lost every single fucking match you’ve had. Five in a row. And like I already said. You always talk the same shit heading into your matches! Just to get punched in the face, dropped like a sack of potatoes, and then pinned or forced to tap out. You were a waste of a spot in the Blast From The Past tournament. Not a single person outside of yourself thought you had a snowball’s chance in hell at winning a match, let alone the whole damn thing.”

“Then to make matters even worse. Instead of learning to shut the hell up. Learning from the mistakes you’ve made. Go back to the drawing board and find a way to get better. You double down with the bullshit. Double down on not making any sense. Double down on being a clown. Essentially making you the male roster’s version of Cassie Wolfe. It’s gotten to the point that you don’t have people booing you because you are effective and good at what you do. Instead they are booing you because they want you to go away. Never come back. Never step foot in a SCW ring or a wrestling ring period ever again. But because you buy your own bullshit and others have too. It makes you even more delusional!”

“That much is proven when you’re out here more concerned with a King for a Day match? You lose in the tournament. You’re out of this World Title shot that you've been talking about that you deserve. Everything you have been saying is crumbling right before your eyes. And the first thing you want to talk about is how you want to be in the King for a Day match? For what? So we can see your booking and ability to put matches together is just as bad as your ability to cut a productive promo or just as bad to be able to do something worthwhile between the ropes? Mark and Christian do a bad enough job on their own. They don’t need you helping. Not that you’d even win that match anyway!”

Each word that came out of Kevin’s mouth was starting to sound more and more annoyed by the second. Not that it was surprising. Anything and everything about Logan Hunter was annoying. It was irritating. He was like that annoying gant that no matter what you did. You just couldn’t kill it. Another eyeroll escaped him as Kevin continued.

“I’d say thank god. They didn’t put you in that match. But what’s the point? They just did the stupid thing they always do and granted you a title match that you don’t even deserve at Into The Void. Sadly for you though, Logan. There’s a very good chance that you don’t make it to Into The Void. All thanks to me. And by the way before we get too far into things. Let me address the Robo bitch built by Elon. If you think for even a second. That you’re going to lay your hands on me. If you believe that you are going to be able to get involved and have the outcome of the match be different. Make no mistake about it. I have no problem, dragging you into that ring, and dropping you on your neck as well. I’ll take the fine. I’ll take even being fired. Makes no difference to me. So it would be a good idea if you clear of me.”

“But back to the point I was making. Logan, the chances of you making it to Into The Void are slim. Which to be fair in a way. It’s kind of a blessing if you think about it. You were just going to lose that match anyway. If I put an end to you this coming Sunday. You don’t have to go through another embarrassing situation. You don’t have to experience another loss that’s going to just make you look even more and more like ‘enhancement’ talent. Now don’t get it twisted Logan. I’m not naive or stupid like you. I am more than aware that you’re not just going to roll over and die on Sunday. I know that you’re going to try really really hard. You certainly have the reputation of being the little engine that could. But that’s all you are. A try hard and someone with no real talent or ability.”

“Let that piss you off. Let that get under your skin. Let it make you lash out like a child. It makes no difference to me. Not when facts are the only thing that matters. Fact is, you’d have a hard time even knocking me off my feet. Fact is you would have a hard time even connecting with a punch on someone like me. And even if you did. Your punch wouldn’t phase me. It wouldn’t even leave a mark or a bruise on me. Fact is that on your best day and on my worst day. You couldn’t piece it together long enough to get even a fluke win over me. I know that it’s a difficult pill to swallow. I understand that delusional creates issues for the mentally challenged. I am more than aware that when I end up being right. You’re going to do what you always do when it comes to being up against people hundred times better than you.”

“You’ll go silent. You’ll pretend that the loss didn’t happen. You’ll do the big no-no in our industry and no-sell it all. It’s either that or you’ll create some bullshit story in your head that never actually happened. Rant, rant, and rant about it so much while never speaking to me directly. Because your bitch ass doesn’t want to get knocked out again. Those are the two ways you respond when you’re out matched. But I get why. You are so convinced you’re going to be a success story. That you’re going to reach the top of the mountain. You’ll be this champion that you desire so much to be. But in order for that to happen, you’re just going to have to find somewhere else to be...”

There was a pause that escaped Kevin for a brief moment. All for a good reason. He wanted to make Logan stir with what it could be. He wanted to make the fans stir for the same reason. Letting that arrogant smirk of his cross his lips.

“And the reason for that Logan is really simple. It’s because as long as I’m around. As long as I am still able to stand up. As long as I’m still breathing. As long as I exist here in Sin City Wrestling... You’re royally fucked. Can’t wait to show the entire world on Sunday. You’ve got a glass jaw. See you then.”

Those turned out to be the final words spoken of the man in regards to this match that was right around the corner. Whether or not that message was going to be received well for Logan or taken seriously. That was all up for his opponent to decide. It made no difference to him. It would not change the outcome of the match. Kevin simply offered that smirk one last time to the cameras before walking right on past them. Allowing them to look out over the post and to the water for all of a few moments. The shot slowly faded to black.