The final bell had tolled and to be honest they sounded a lot like church bells ringing their praises to applaud the newly crowned Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, Cassian Reed. Nothing, nothing at all could wipe the smile from his face as he looked down from his tower from the top of the turnbuckle. He watched as Brother David rolled out of his ring and made his way back towards the backstage area, leaving him alone in the ring to celebrate his greatness and his greatest victory in Sin City Wrestling thus far. Panning across the small crowd that was hurling boos in his direction, Cassian could only wish that he could bottle this feeling. Finally, his eyes fell onto his prize, they locked on the Roulette Championship and with the sweetest smile of all he raised it above his head, highlighting its importance, showing off it’s power and showering himself in accolades that he felt he truly deserved.
There was no way to mince his feeling, Cassian had told everyone since day one, he was coming to take it all. He was coming to win it all and since his debut he has powerfully and proudly kept his promise. One match at a time, he has skyrocketed straight to the main event scene and there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to let his name be in anything but the brightest of lights. Climax Control 292 might have finished up on the beaming look of pride and the arrogant spit of words from Cassian as he stared down the barrel of the camera lens to declare himself to be the greatest man in Sin City Wrestling but that doesn’t mean that’s where the young mans night ended on no… not at all.
It didn’t take long at all for a bottle of champagne to be placed in Cassian’s hands once he made it backstage, where the rest of London Underground where awaiting for him. Cassian’s sweaty body drove straight into the group as he wrapped his arms around them, whilst shaking the champagne bottle up and down, he promptly knocked out the cork, sending a loud POP to bring the group to cheers. He wasted no time in spraying the bottle all over his friends before he tilted his head back and downed the rest of the liquid into his mouth. Daniel was the first to step forward and shake Cassian’s hand before he slapped him proudly on the back, Os repeated the motion, whilst Nicky George knocked his knuckles on the Roulette Championship that sat proudly over Cassian’s right shoulder. Mackenzie is a rare display of affection reached out and offered Cassian a small hug to which Cassian made the most out of as he squeezed her in his arms, causing her to push him off.
“You smell like…” Mackenzie howled.
“LIKE A FUCKIN’ CHAM-PI-ON!” Cassian cut her off.
Mackenzie shook her head from side to side that wasn’t the comparison she was going for but in a rare display of poise she bit her tongue and slapped Cassian on the chest to congratulate him. Charlotte made her way towards the front of the group and she reluctantly made her way over towards Cassian, who was quick to tuck her under his right arm, Charlotte didn’t hate Cassian it’s just she knew he was going to say something stupid and that just about drove her off a cliff. She also knew that Mackenzie, Daniel, Nicky, and Os would give her hell about it later.
“Well, I did ask for the devil to send me his finest to celebrate with… and phew….” Cassian licked his lips. “did he deliver or what!” He chuckled.
Cassian had always been flirty with Charlotte, he had been this way around her since he first laid eyes on her. That was another story for another time, but Charlotte’s small grin didn’t look as scary at it should right now. Maybe she thought it was best to let Cassian have his moment in the sun, after all he did just beat Brother David in a ladder match and win the Roulette Championship. Cassian winked at her playfully, before his arm moved from around her shoulders and down to her waist tucking her into him for a hug.
“So, dare I even ask how the champion want to celebrate?” Daniel chimed in.
Cassian just looked towards his leader and with a big toothy grin, the British bad boy couldn’t help himself.
“It’s time to FUCKING PAAAAAAAAAARRRRTTTTTYYYYYYY!” Cassian shouted.
He moved away from the group heading towards the dressing rooms, no doubt to get himself ready to a very, very long night of celebration. It didn’t take him long to get showered and dressed, and soon enough the group was deep inside the Golden Ring Casino. It had been a good solid three hours of nonstop celebrations. There was something about a bunch of Brits of when they got together to celebrate, they took it to the next level. There was singing, well chanting, the sound song It’s Coming Home blared over the speakers at the casino with great pride, even God Save the Queen made an appearance as London Underground, made sure this was a night that Cassian would never forget. Nicky had organised some female dancers to keep Cassian’s entertained during the night, as they offered him lap dances and jug chugs. Cassian felt like if he closed his eyes he was back home in London, the way Daniel was talking to him, about him with great gratification. The drinks were flowing, fan girls were on constant rotation as they made their way up towards Cassian to celebrate his victory, to congratulate the champion with their promises to make his night worth it if he were to spend the rest of it with them. Cassian for once in his life was playing hard to get, or at least for the moment in time as he was too focused on trying to dial a number on his phone. It took a serious of attempts before the person on the other end of the line answered.
“ROXIIIII BAYBAY…. I DID IT… WOOOOOOOOO… I TOLD YOU…. I TOLD YOU SO…. I’M A WINNER….” Cassian shouted into the phone. “YOU’RE TAGGED WITH A CHAM-PI-ON!! ROXI GIRL… HOT ROXI… ROXI OF ROXILAND… IT’S YOUR LUCKY DAY… BECAUSE I’M GOING TO TAKE US TO THE TOP… YEAH… ROXIIII WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” He continued to shout down the phone.
As Cassian shouted into the phone, he couldn’t help himself but feel like a schoolboy who had won the grand final in football for his country. He looked down to his waist, around it was his roulette championship displayed proudly like cowboy’s belt buckle. He made sure he shinned it up real nice every half and hour or so. Reaching down he tapped his right hand over the nameplate on the title that had been changed to read Cassian Reed, as if he were showing it off to Roxi who wasn’t even there.
“Everyone was like… the hot one, got the dud, but whose the dud now Roxi? Huh… I’m a champion, the fucking champion… People might say it’s just the roulette championship but fuck them… they don’t know what it’s like to hold all the gold and the whole world in the palms of their hands. WE DO… and WERE GOING TO WIN IT ALL ROXI… HOT ROXIII… I PROMISE YOU, WE ARE GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS AND YOU’RE GOING TO WATCH ME WIN IT ALL FOR YOU… ME… US… TEAM BIG HOT CASS AND HOT ROXI…HOXI… ITS HOT AND YOUR NAME TOGETHER…” Cassian screeched.
Cassian looked down the screen of his phone, as Roxi was speaking to him he couldn’t really make out what she was saying but that’s because he was now too focused on a certain blonde that was heading his way.
“ROXI… I’VE GOTTA GO… LONDON NEEDS ME… BUT WE’VE GOTTA TRAIN TOGETHER… WE’VE GOTTA WIN IT ALL… WE HAVE TO… THE QUEEN DEMANDS IT…. LONDON DEMANDS IT… THE WORLD DEMANDS IT… SO IT SHALL BE DONE…” Cassian hiccupped. “OH… OH…. OH!!! TELL YOUR WIFE THAT I’M SORRY… SHE’S NOT A SIX… SHE’S LIKE A SEVEN… BUT YOU… ROXI… YOU’RE A SOLID NINE… ALRIGHTY… CATCH YA.” Cassian cooed.
Terminating the call Cassian grinned at his phone. The drunk state of his mind had him thinking that he was on the same page as Roxi and that they were friends but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yet, Cassian didn’t have time to think about that right now as a tall slender Blonde made her way over towards Cassian a powerfully strut and big bright blue eyes that stared right through his soul. Cassian rubbed his hands together and with a playful tap on his Roulette Championship he whispered down towards it.
“Time to get lucky, son.” Cassian hiccupped.
The blonde stopped in front on Cassian before she introduced herself before whispering deep into his right ear her intention for the night and with all those sweet nothing whispered, Cassian was off on his next sexual adventure.
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Deeper into the celebrations Cassian had emerged to his party, he was lacking his clothing but that wasn’t anything new for him. The only thing that was keeping him covered was the way he had the SCW Roulette Championship draped around his hips that tipped down and covered his genital area. Strutting across the bar area of the Casino, Cassian made his way over towards the main bar, where his gracefully well not so gracefully made his way up the bar, crawling up on top of it before he finally stood on top of the bar, overlooking the crowd of people.
“HEY!” Cassian shouted.
A few people turned around to look up at him, but a number couldn’t hear him over the noise, so he brought his thumb and index finger to his lips and ripped out an almighty whistle. Eventually every spun around to look up at the barely covered Cassian standing on top of the bar. He clicked his fingers towards Rosie who worked behind the bar, demanding a drink to which she obliged him. Soon enough he was standing there, with all eyes on him, the bright lights shining upon his chiselled body, a pint of beer in his hands as he gazed out to all the people who had attended his title celebration.
“First things fucking first… how fucking good does this look on me?” Cassian smirked.
He knocked on the front of his Roulette Championship. The sea of people let off a round of sheers to show their support, I mean they were here for him after all.
“I was fucking born for this….” Cassian bragged. “Sin City Wrestling has never seen a star rise faster than me and you know what… I say fuck all the doubters.” He smiled. “Fuck all those people who said I was just going to be riding the coat tails of London Underground… fuck all of those who said I wasn’t going to amount to anything… fuck all of those who said I would never win a match, let alone a championship… well whose fucking laughing now?” he scoffed.
He raised his free hand up and used his index finger to point towards himself, as he stumbled backwards but managed to catch his footing before he fell off the bar. Nicky had made his way over towards the bar, trying to talk Cassian down whilst Os had started to record this on his phone, he just knew this would come in handy one day.
“Me… ME… I’m fucking laughing now.” Cassian smiled. “HA-HA.” He slurred.
He followed up his words with his trademark HA-HA toothy laugh that was enough to bring people to cringe. Just the way it came out of his lips let the world know he was a rich, smug arsehole who didn’t care about anyone apart from himself and select few others.
“I know the Queen is back home in London, smiling right now because I brought it home. I bet tonight is the first night she has smiled in weeks because poor Prince Philip isn’t in the best way… you know what that means to me? Knowing that I’ve made the Queen proud of your boy? It means the fucking world to me… because I’m the greatest sports start to come from London since David Beckham… Lewis Hamilton…. Garry Fuckin’ Lineker… my face is going to be on buildings… I’m going to be a fucking star… nah fuck that I’m going to be the whole fucking sun, people will orbit around me because, I’m that fucking great. Andy Fucking Murray’s got nothing on me…” Cassian roared.
Daniel and Os couldn’t help but laugh, they knew watch Cassian was like when he had had too much to drink, he was a lippy wanker but that didn’t mean he wasn’t entertaining.
“This is only to beginning… this is only the fucking trailer… because I’m a fucking block buster… I’m a whole franchise and I’m going to take this Roulette Championship… and I’m going to wear it with pride… heart on my sleeve and I’m going to put it back on the map… soon enough the whole world won’t even know who the heavyweight champion is… because they know that even that string bean couldn’t hold a fucking candle to me mate.” Cassian shouted.
He beat his right hand off his chest, a display of dominance before he continued.
“I’m the brutal force that Sin City Wrestling has been missing and with my family by my side… Daniel. Osbourne. Mackenzie. Nicky… and sweet Charlotte… I’m going to tear down walls formed by others, use the materials to reinforce mine… because I’m from London… they build us tough and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it… at home they might be struggling in lockdown, but I’m pleased to be their beacon of hope. I’m proud to be the saviour of London… because the journey I will take my country on, as I carry them through these dark days on my back will outweigh the heart ache of isolation…” Cassian smiled.
He had no idea what he was saying, not a lot of it was making sense but, in the moment, Cassian felt like he was leading his country in a state of address. This was his Braveheart moment, well that’s how he pictured it. The rest of the world was watching this baffling idiot butcher every word that poured from his lips, whilst the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship was doing everything in it’s power to protect the eyes of the crowd from catching a glimpse of his package. Cassian looked down to see Nicky who was trying to coach him down from the bar.
“Apparently… my time is up… so I leave you with this… Thank you for coming out tonight to celebrate your new legend, you’re new hero… and speaking of heroes I hope you tune in to Climax Control next week where I and Roxi… THE HOT ONE and the HOTTER ONE… are going to smack the taste out of Vinnie fucking Cactus and Alicia I’m a WOLF bitch Lukas… mouth… because just like I did with the Roulette Championship… I’m going to bring home the Blast from the Past tournament as well…” Cassian cheered.
He brought his pint up to his lips downing the beer in one big chug before he dropped the glass smashing it on the bar top before he raised both his arms in victory.
“IT’S COMING HOME” Cassian declared.
He didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Nicky swept his legs out from under him dropping him down but also catching him, so Cassian didn’t injure himself. As Cassian was walked across the carpeted area of the bar towards the stairs that led up to the observation deck, he couldn’t help but sing the famous song that brought a smile to a lot of English faces. As he walked past Daniel, he raced towards him trying to get a hug, but Daniel was quick to sidestep him, sending Cassian crashing into a slot machine, before falling to the floor in a heap. His bangers and mash on display for the whole world to see, Os just shook his head from side to side covering him up with his jacket.
“I’m NOT cleaning this up.” Charlotte shouted.
She looked down at Cassian repulsed by his behaviour.
“Nor the fuck am I.” Mackenzie replied.
Mackenzie took a step back making sure that she wasn’t the one closest to him, so she wouldn’t get stuck with the job of babysitting him. Meanwhile Cassian groaned on the floor, as he struggled to make it back up to his feet. Daniel looked down at Cassian and with a mixture of pride and disappointment he sighed loudly.
“I can’t believe he just declared he is the best thing in London.” Mackenzie snorted. “He can’t even handle his booze.” She followed up.
Daniel just turned away from the girls before he looked back to Nicky George. A smug smile was on his face and Nicky knew this wasn’t going to end well for him.
“You brought him into the group, he’s your problem.” Daniel reminded him.
Os just nodded his head in agreement and Nicky just let out a defeated sigh. Reaching down he pulled Cassian back up to his feet, he draped his right hand over his shoulders before he carried... well dragged him away out of the crowd to get some sleep and to recover from the massive hangover that would now plague him tomorrow once he woke up. Nicky struggled to get Cassian up the stairs before he stumbled down the hallway before hitting the black leather couch in Daniel’s office, face first. Once Nicky was happy that Cassian wasn’t going to choke on his own saliva, he went to the leave the room to let the party boy sleep it all off but as Nicky hit the doorway, he heard Cassian yell out towards him.
“I need my phone.” Cassian shouted.
Nicky just shook his head from side to side.
“I don’t think you could handle another booty call tonight mate.” Nicky called back.
Cassian just groaned from the couch, he tried to reach up to hold his head up using his hands, but he just face planted the couch once more.
“I wanna see if he called.” Cassian slurred.
Nicky screwed up his face, his nose balling up in a puddle of wrinkles and he tried to figure out what Cassian was talking about.
“I’m sure it can wait till morning, who are you even talking about? David? Did you want David to call you?” Nicky called back.
Cassian was too tired to fight as he just closed his eyes but as he started to doze off, he unwilling let the man’s name slip.
“Dad…” Cassian slurred.
Nicky felt the pain that poured from Cassian’s incoherent lips as he mention his father, Cassian hasn’t spoken about that man in years and now all of a sudden, he was interested in seeing if he had kept up with his plans to join the world of wrestling. Nicky knew now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, not that conversation was on the table as Cassian had lightly started to snore as he had buggered himself from a night of wrestling, parting and well some good old fashion fucking about.
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The scene opened up from the balcony of London Underground’s Las Vegas mansion. It was just on dusk, so the bright lights of Vegas had started to twinkle in the background as Cassian sat upon a sun lounger, soaking in the last remaining rays of sunlight. Working on his best tan since arriving back to America. Beside him on a sun chair of it’s own was the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship, it was shining bright in the lights, taking it moment to highlight its glory.
“Allow me to reintroduce myself… I’m Cassian Reed and I am your reigning Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion.” Cassian bragged.
The camera move back towards Cassian to show off that British bad boy smile, he couldn’t help himself he loved the attention.
“Sounds good doesn’t it, just rolls off your tongue and you want to know why? Because it’s meant to be. I fucking told the world that I was going to win this bad boy last week and everyone had me counted out, they all though the good lord bible banging Brother David was going to walk in and dismantle me… and yet, fate has a funny way of showing the world the future at times… I am your future, I am THE future and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do or say to change that.” Cassian spoke sternly.
He reached across grabbing a hold of his Roulette Championship, letting to drape freely over his left shoulder before he continued with his promotional video.
“Speaking of what’s next in the future… this Sunday night Roxi and I are back together teaming up against Alicia Lukas and Senor Vinnie. You might as well pop the cork on the victory champagne now because we all know that when it boils down to it Alicia can’t hold a fucking candle to Roxi Johnson. Alicia might have blown into Sin City Wrestling and dominated with a long boring title run, but can you honestly say she has done anything else noteworthy? Nah, she thought she was the spotlight but in actual fact she was just the token champion, who week in and week out flapped her gums about how she was the greatest at what she does… but the truth is, since her injury from Bobbie… What has she done? Where has she gone? She’s managed just a lukewarm transitional World Bombshell Title reign at best… while my partner Roxi Johnson has stayed relevant throughout her career in SCW, she has stayed dominate and each and every year when people start to count her out, she shows the world that she is the best at what she does… she is the very best in Sin City Wrestling… and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that this Sunday night she is going to take Alicia Lukas to hell and back and she is going to beat her.” Cassian spoke harshly.
He rolled his head on his shoulders, letting it crack before he continued.
“You see Alicia is going to learn on Sunday why wolfs have gone from a dominate predator, hell they used to range right across north America and now... their considered endangered species and why you may ask? Because their predictable… their inability to change their patterns, their hunting formations or their lifestyles made them easy fucking targets for hunters… Alicia is no different… she sets her sights on the World Bombshell Championship, she falls into the same damn pattern... repeats the same one liners, promotes herself the same… comes across like a stale bottle of piss, people used to lap that up but now… they couldn’t give two shits to see if she succeeds or fails. She’s not the champion that SCW deserves, she’s not the champion that SCW demands… She’s no fucking Roxi Johnson. She’ll never be and that’s why this Sunday night you’ll watch Alicia’s boring quest to rise back to the top fail at the hands of a true hero… the Hero the Bombshell Division is crying for… the rightful saviour… my partner, a crowd favourite… the backbone of the women’s division… Roxi Johnson.” Cassian beamed with pride.
Cassian leant forward in his chair, the cameras picking up on his baby blue eyes, her ran his fingers through his hair before licking his lips before he continued with his promotional.
“While Roxi will have Alicia handled… that leaves Senor Vinnie to me…” Cassian scoffed. “HA-HA. You’ve got to be pulling my fucking leg here… last week I said that Brother David was the lucky on in SCW but blimey, I take that back and award that to Vinnie… mate, you’ve got the apparent golden goose as your tag team partner, meaning that your arse was going to be carried throughout this tournament… I say was, because let’s fucking face it… there ain’t a chance in hell mate that you’re going to make it past me. You haven’t got the stuffing for it anymore mate and the fact that you keep leaving SCW taking small breaks and coming back as if your reborn wasn’t enough to piss on your credibility in the Blast from the Past… your backwards arse thinking last round against Jake Sullivan should have been enough. Yet, luck struck you down again and you were somehow able to throw your leg over Rage and pin him for the win.” Cassian sighed.
Cassian shook his head from side to side in disbelief.
“You won’t be finding third times a charm this Sunday night when you come face to face with me Vinnie. I don’t fuck about when I’m inside the six-sided ring and I will not allow you to shit on all the hard work I have put in since my debut. I will not let you think that I’m your next steppingstone in the Blast from the Past tournament… because let’s face it I’m unlike anyone you have ever faced in Sin City Wrestling… I’m not your run of the fucking mill type of guy… I’m the whole fucking show, I’m the main event and I’m the best thing that Sin City Wrestling has going for it right now and if you think, you, your awful fucking singing voice and your pot plant is going to be enough to stop my journey to grand finals of the Blast from the Past than you really just have fucking rocks rolling around in that head of yours.” Cassian groaned.
He could hid the look of disgust on his face as he spoke about Senor Vinnie.
“Last week you had the chance to cut Jake down with your words, but you wasted your time strumming a guitar singing more than words, which is ironic considering you didn’t have say single fucking unique word last week that was somewhat original. Just the same old Vinnie, using the say old ammunition thinking that if you just change up the song lyrics each week that will add a new flavour or flare, who the fuck do you think you are Casey Fucking Williams? Coming out here last week, pretending to be Ed Fucking Sheeran with your guitar singing sweet melodies to Jake Sullivan? Thinking that you’re witty or innovative… you’re a fucking flog a shitty fucking cover artist at most, fuck it… a judges wet dream in a case against plagiarism. Proof in the pudding that you simply don’t have the heart for this business anymore… you’re a washed up, hack who thinks that he is a little spicy because you used to take orders from a cactus called Pete.” Cassian sighed.
He looked down towards his Roulette Championship and adjusted it proudly, to show off the name plate that read his name.
“You keep singing your praised like you’re hot shit, but the reality is Vinnie, your mild at fucking best and that’s being generous.” Cassian laughed.
Cassian looked back towards the camera a cheeky smile on his face as he carried on.
“Tell me Vinnie when was the last time you thought you stood an actual chance in Sin City Wrestling? Was it last week? Because if so, you really should have bottled that feeling because Sunday night Vin, your time runs out in the Blast from the Past tournament… and all your scratching and clawing to make yourself relevant in SCW again, will die. You might have been all that in the past, but I can promise you Vin, the sun doesn’t shine on those days anymore… no one speaks of those times and no one cares to remember that shitty fucking World Heavyweight Title reign you gave SCW either.” Cassian drove his words home.
He looked into the lens of the camera intently before he continued.
“There’s a new World heavyweight Champion in town and it’s only a few more weeks away until Sin City Wrestling get to bask in my glory.” Cassian spoke boldly.
Cassian turned to look at his free shoulder, showing the world that he had enough remove to carry another title.
“I’m on a direct route to the top and I won’t let a wanker like you stand in my way. I’ll shove past you before you even get the chance to process that you’re even in the match this Sunday Vinnie. A win this weekend is out of your control, much like the next step in your career, as I’m going to personally send you back to the bottom of the ladder mate, where you’ll spend months licking your wounds, trying to fix your purpose, trying the muscle up and show the world that you can once again be the top guy… it’s just unfortunate for you Vinnie that we have all moved on, moved forward and your stuck in the dark ages… it’s time for you to understand your worth and right now it’s fucking below me.”
Cassian smirked at the camera once more before deciding to wrap things up.
“The fact or the matter is this… I’m going to beat you this Sunday, Vinnie and then I’m going to piss on your pot plant just to prove a fucking point.” Cassian spoke firmly.
Cassian stared down the lens of the camera.
“That you can’t fucking stop me.” Cassian declared.
The camera zoomed in on Cassian to show him tap his Roulette Championship proudly before the footage stopped rolling and faded to black.
