Las Vegas, Nevada - Golden Ring Casino
September 2020After the world had been ravaged by the throes of the Coronavirus pandemic, life started to take those all-important baby steps to resume that little thing that we like to call life, and while maintaining our safety, or at least making the attempt to, hope that life would resume to something resembling normalcy. The Vegas Strip was the first thing to slowly resume activity in the famed City of Sin. The hotels that lined the Strip slowly started to take in guests once again, and one by one, the Casinos that have made this city a world famous attraction started to open their doors as people were again willing to open their wallets. Whether they had the funds or not was not important to these people. After all, they were AMERICANS and despite the global threat of the Coronavirus, Americans detested being told what to do. So the first chance they got, they lined the Vegas Strip and every attraction that was to be had.
Some, however, took precautions that others were unwilling to and thus, risk angering patrons and losing their business. Daniel J. Morgan, owner and proprietor of the Golden Ring Casino, wanted people to again flock to his stronghold here in the city, but he wanted them to do so safely. He was the type of man to think ahead as far as long term benefits and consequences, and thus when he made that decision to throw open the doors once again to his Casino, he did so with some reserved conditions; One, there would be a limited number of people allowed inside for the time being, whereas once there were standing room only capacities inside of these walls. Two, even with the limited number allowed, he still insisted on social distancing of six feet at a bare minimum. And perhaps most importantly, masks were to be worn at all times. No exceptions.
Of course there were the random number of drama queens who cried that these rules were “unconstitutional” or they were exempt or just flat out refused. Daniel had hired additional security to deal with these people, as even he and his team of Osbourne, Charlotte and Mackenzie were wearing masks while they walked the Casino floor. And if they were willing, then there was absolutely no reason save for entitlement to keep anyone else from doing the same. And if those entitled patrons didn’t like it? The door was there. They could either show themselves out or be escorted out.
As Mackenzie might state, “the easy way or the fun way”.
But one who was interested in simply getting out of the Saxon hotel at the time he was staying, and stretching his legs and visiting the familiar surroundings, was Fenris himself, aka the White Wolf. Fenris was not a gambler. Far from it, actually. He was free enough when it came to spending his money as he lived comfortably, but to simply throw it away on a game of chance? He did not understand it and even more so, forbade his family from indulging when they would visit. Even Aron was unable to play a game at the roulette wheels or shoot some blackjack. Not without a disappointed and judgemental Fenris showing up at the back of his shoulder, ready to drag him off by force.
Carrying an alcoholic beverage in his hand (seriously, did you actually expect him NOT to have one on hand, or in hand?), Fenris walked across the Casino floor, quite content with people watching. Not that he was much of a people person per se, but it did give him some sense of amusement to watch as these people would bet their paychecks or life savings on a game and then throw a royal fit. Accusing the Casino of cheating or robbing them, and even after those bold claims, going right back to the aforementioned games and risk even more to ‘win their fortunes back.” Fenris himself never did so. The game he was here to watch in the bar where Dani worked was yet to start, so he thought he might kill a little time by watching people kill their wallets one by one. Chances are he’d need the cheering up because the wager he made with Ben Jordan over the game might not end in his favor.
And yes we get the irony of his stance on gambling but making bets with Ben over sporting events. That is COMPLETELY different!
Just as he crossed over past the rows of slot machines, he felt an unevenness on the carpeted floor beneath his sandaled foot and glanced down to see that he had stepped on a quarter. Reaching down with an extended hand, he picked the quarter up and glanced around. Could belong to anybody and it wasn’t like he was going to go out of his way to find a Lost and Found over twenty five cents. He disliked carrying cash and looked like he was about to just toss it, when he walked past a slot machine and did a double take. The flashing neon lights depicting a white wolf had seemingly caught his eye, as these lights were created to do. He looked down at the quarter and shrugged.
“Fuck it.” It wasn’t like it was his money that he was risking. He approached the machine and took a seat on the comfortable padded chair before it. He inserted the quarter and pulled the ever, and watched as the rotating three reels spun around in rapid succession. One by one they slowed to a stop and it came down to a Jack of Spades, a Jack of Spades, and a Queen of Hearts.
“Well shit.” he silently thought to himself, and he slid off the seat and went to go his way when he paused and turned back to the machine. He glanced around as if to see if there were any witnesses who might judge him as he did them, then quickly reached into his pocket for his wallet….
“God DAMN it!” Fenris cursed as for what seemed like the hundredth time, the reels stopped and ended with emblems that were unalike. He huffed in annoyance. Granted he didn’t spend much, or to be more precise, he didn’t waste much. But it was the principle! Fenris was NOT accustomed to losing at ANYTHING, and well - he just lost to a machine. Repeatedly! He snatched his drink from the stand beside the machine and leapt to his feet to take his leave. If he hurried, he’d make it to the sports bar to catch the start of the game.
He turned and started to walk in the bar’s direction when the sound of a lever being pulled caught his attention. He turned to look as a little old lady sat in the very same chair he had just vacated and was playing that game. The reels slowed and came to a stop - and the celebratory bells started to ring as coins poured forth from the chute! Fenris turned back around, eyes closed as he half muttered, “Mother fuc-!”
Las Vegas, Nevada - Turnberry Towers
February 2021If there was one constant in the collective lives of Kristjan and Aron Baltasarsson, it was Dani Weston. From nigh on the time they first arrived in Sin City Wrestling in 2018, Dani had managed to find a way to charm her way into their lives and they would not have ever turned back nor traded this relationship with their little American systir (sister). They had been fiercely protective of her, especially on the part of Kristjan. She was perhaps the one person who could safely indulge themself in a stolen hug from the volatile Fenris without suffering any ill effects and perhaps even more shockingly, receive a hug right back for their efforts. It would seem she was one of the very few Kristjan had difficulty in saying no to. How else would you explain him allowing her to get him to accompany her to a craft store? Or worse, what they just so happened to be doing right this very moment --
Watching the Disney classic film, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Yes, you heard correctly, and to say that Fenris was not a fan of anything Disney related would probably be the understatement of the century. He preferred action films, fantasy and science fiction even. But animated films where people found any reason to break into song and thus waste another few minutes of his life that he would never get back? No, thank you! But, here they were, all in his and Aron’s condo. Why you may ask, when Dani has a similar (if not slightly smaller place) just down the hall?
Simple, really. Kristjan had lost a wager with Dani and Aron, and this was his punishment, er, stakes. And as Dani stated, the brothers had a better television set up with a 64 inch plasma screen that stretched the length of a wall and an entertainment center that the brothers were always updating or adding to. Dani was seated on the sofa, leg curled up beneath her and with a smile on her face, having sung along with almost every song her little Disney marathon had afforded them. Aron sat beside her, a smile on his own face but he was not singing along. He was simply indulging their Dani, as was the norm.
Fenris? Kristjan? He was sacked out on his favorite recliner, a look of extreme boredom on his own face and not enough beers in their fridge to drown out the boredom. Aron even saw his fingers curl against the recliner’s armrests until he was nearly white knuckled, but he still maintained his composure. At least, that is, until the famed kiss that brought Snow White back to life, and the happily ever after ending started to unfold. And just as the credits started to role did Kristjan finally break his silence with this gem…
“So the moral of the story is, it’s okay for a random stranger to find a corpse in the woods and kiss it?”
Both Dani and Aron turned their heads as one to stare at Fenris who did a double take at them and he shrugged, “What!?”
Mandarin Oriental Hotel -
Washington DCThere was little doubt that in their native Iceland, Kristjan and Aron did not grow up in what the general public would think of the proverbial “lap of luxury''.” Oh don’t misunderstand; their family home in Reykjavik was comfortable and inviting, tastefully decorated for a family of seven in the style befitting their heritage with a touch of country flair. Names familiar with SCW such as Gabriel Stevens and Ben Jordan both had visited their home and found it so, enjoying their time under the roof even when they themselves owned homes that were near mansions by comparison. None of the five children were left wanting were their parents, Eva and Benedikt, able to provide.
But once Fenris had taken up the mantle of a professional fighter with Aron acting as both interpreter and manager for him, they had moved out on their own with none to watch after them save for the other. And even when the words “I love you” were something akin to a rarity, each brother showed their affection for the other in their own special way. It was easy enough to see how Fenris doted on Aron, showing considerable protection for his younger brother at every given opportunity. Or as some would say, overprotection. Not that Aron would say it as such. He knows that is just Kristjan’s way. It always has been ever since the two were little, being raised under the same roof and attending the same family school.
And Aron? How did he show his love and support for Kristjan even when the words were left unsaid. It was not as if he was the type to interfere in his matches to ensure victories (not that Fenris would have allowed it), nor was he the type to get involved in the physicality of the matches unless his brother were being treated unfairly as in the case of attacks or double teams, etc. But one display of his love and adoration he gives freely is the handling of his older brother’s in-ring career. He ensures that Kristjan has no worries where his career is concerned. Travel. Accommodations. Match bookings. Aron handled it all, the Stevens only stepping in when warranted or when Aron was unfamiliar with what lay in the respective contracts. Bottom line: Aron ensured that all Kristjan had to do was set foot inside of the ring and do what he does best with a clear mind.
That would be why we found ourselves in the very seat of luxury in the nation’s capital of Washington, D.C. at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. While many of the stars would find themselves in more prominent lodgings at the Marriott or the Sheraton, Aron knew his brother’s tastes for being “away” from prying eyes with an appreciation for contemporary surroundings. Not the typical and cliche flare that so-called “celebrities” might surround themselves with. The build and decor of the Mandarin was nothing short of breathtaking, and Aron was well aware that Kristjan would appreciate it as such.
“K…?” Aron’s voice suddenly drew Kristjan from whatever thoughts he found himself being dogged by - pun not intended. His inner thoughts that had been plaguing him for several weeks now only seemed to be rotating in on a far more frequent basis. Memories that would bring a smile to the average man’s face, but Kristjan was anything but average, and he was definitely not smiling. That was what had drawn his younger brother’s attention as he had been trying to speak to him for a fair few minutes now, but figured his words were just falling on deaf ears or that Kristjan was simply too lost in his own little world, concerned about the impending meeting with David Shepherd that would be taking place in only a matter of minutes. Kristjan had caught Aron by surprise when he had called David to invite him over to talk, and asking for Aron to please make himself scarce and to take his beloved Siberian Husky Kyssa along with.
Aron, of course being the teasing little brother, attempted to jest and asked Kristjan why he had to take his time in doing so. Why couldn’t he and David just, as Aron phrased it, “make and split?” One pained look from Kristjan was enough to tell Aron that he had inadvertently hit a sore spot, making him feel less than ideal. Despite his good looks and reputation, Fenris has had a surprisingly low number of sexual partners and an even lower number of men that he had allowed to get close to. Ty West was the first and to date, only “boyfriend” that his brother had as an adult and we all know how that turned out. The fact that David had somehow slipped beneath Kristjan’s radar was an amazing thing in itself. A testament that there was more to the man than just the “dick head” personae that he liked for the public to take in and be taken in by. Some of those close to the pair of alphas thought perhaps that it was a pairing based solely on lust and physical pleasures - according to witness statements of those unlucky enough to have been booked near their cabin on the Sun Princess a few months ago. But others even closer, such as Aron and David’s sister Eleanor, they knew different. Aron and Eleanor both knew that were it so, and were they only in it for the sex, the two men would not be working as hard as they were to fix what had been broken.
That was why this vacant stare and Kristjan simply zoning out and not hearing him, had his little brother so concerned.
“What!?” Kristjan almost snarled as Aron finally had enough and grabbed him by the shoulder and gave it a gentle but firm shake, hopefully to draw him out of whatever self inflicted stupor he had just drawn himself into. Others might have backed away quickly enough, but not Aron. he knew his brother’s all-too familiar and infamous temper - and was confident in the fact that even though he might display that temper in his presence, perhaps even direct it at him, that no harm would come of it. That was their bond.
“I thought I lost you there for a moment.” Aron said casually, trying to retain a calm demeanor even if the concern was there. He continued, “I was trying to talk to you about how long I should keep Kyssa out and…” But there he went again. Kristjan sat at the chair by the room’s bay window that overlooked the water in a grand view, fingers curled against his lip and staring at all but - nothing/
“K!”
“I’m fine!” He shot to his feet and walked over to where the mini bar was set up for his comfort, another little way Aron would take care of him. Even if Aron wasn't what you might call a “fan” of the way Kristjan had turned the drinking of alcoholic beverages into an art form. But Aron was unafraid and not one to be deterred as he followed Kristjan, saying, “You’re not fine. You’re almost acting like you did back in Iceland when…”
But Kristjan wheeled around and shot a warning stare right at his younger brother. And loving bond or no, there was a line that was not to be crossed, and whatever he had just been referring to, Aron had clearly come close to doing exactly that. He watched as Kristjan picked up the crystal decanter and poured a generous amount of his favorite honey-infused scotch, then casually extended a finger toward the glass and said, “A little early for that, isn’t it?”
“Hi, have you met me?” Kristjan shot right back, showcasing his own brand of quick wit. He took a sip and savored not just the taste but that warm sensation that burned along the path in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes, if only briefly, before he opened them and found those concerned cobalt blues staring at him. Aron attempted to keep a straight face so as not to alert anyone of his feelings but he had a lousy poker face. Kristjan exhaled and finally spoke up, “Look, I’m just trying to relax before this talk with David.”
“I thought you said you were fine?” Aron pointed out, using his own word against him.
“I am!” Kristjan shot back, perhaps with a touch more heat than intended. “I’m just…” He frowned, then shrugged his shoulders before having a second sip. “I’m not used to being in the wrong. That’s all.”
Aron raised one eyebrow like an expert and Kristjan huffed, and came perhaps the closest he ever has at rolling his eyes as he retorted, “Okay, fine! I’m not used to ADMITTING I’m wrong! Okay!? Happy!?”
Aron said nothing. All he did was scrunch up his youthful, handsome face and hold up his index and thumb in a universal “little bit” gesture. Fenris shook his head at his brother’s teasing, but it was altogether something that he was used to over the years, just as Aron was used to his brother’s temper and own brand of caustic teasing. When they were kids with two older sisters who made their lives hell, and one younger sister who looked upon them both with a childlike adoration, Kristjan and Aron had formed a bond that extended beyond mere blood. And no matter how upset or angry one would get at the other, that bond was never broken. It remained - always. But just as he was readying himself to say something, holding up the glass of scotch in one hand, their verbal jousting was interrupted by a rap on the hotel room door. Both brothers turned their head as one to look toward the source, followed by Aron turning his attention, now one of brotherly concern, to his older sibling.
“I’ll get Kyssa.” Aron offered, then nodded toward the glass in his hand. “You might want to finish that and get seconds.”
Then, as Aron left the room, Fenris walked across the white, plush carpeting in his bare feet to approach the door to their suite. Grasping the handle, he gave it a deft turn and opened the door to find his invited guest, David Shepherd standing there. Whereas Fenris could have sworn there had been a momentary look of apprehension on David’s face, it was quickly erased and hidden behind the facade of steel-edged determination. In a way, it reminded Fenris of himself and his own stubborn traits. How, despite the fact that he wanted answers from David as to his disappearing act for two months, and how he wanted to clear the air between them and hope they could mend the rift that he himself - Fenris - had caused, he wished that he could somehow stop time. Or reverse it - and keep Aron from handing him the phone and prompting his brother to call David and issue the invitation to their room.
He both wanted answers, but did not want to hear or acknowledge how badly he had fucked things up between the two of them. It had been one thing to want to keep his private life private after everything that he had experienced with Kris Ryans and Ty West, but somehow - this ‘thing’ between David and himself was different. Had it been just mind shattering sex - and it was - Fenris wouldn’t have cared so much. It was as stated.
This was different.
“Well?” David prompted with a raised brow, severing Kristjan from his private thoughts. “I’m not the pizza guy. Are you letting me in or leaving me standing here?”
Kristjan frowned at David’s own brand of wit, but silently stepped aside and stood as rigid as a sentinel, allowing David to pass - and perhaps to glance down covertly and catch a glance of his backside in an appreciative view. And no sooner did Kristjan shut the door, then he turned to find David surveying the suite with almost a wide-eyed sense of awe.
“Wow.” David spoke calmly. “You are living large.” He then turned to Kristjan and asked, “How the hell is it that you have a suite like this and I end up in a room looking more like Motel 6??”
Kristjan just shrugs, slugging back the remaining contents of his glass and says casually, “What can I say? My manager likes me more than your manager.”
Of course, Kristjan was joking - in his own way. But did David know this? The young Shepherd watched with a slightly creased brow as Kristjan walked across the room and to the mini bar where he proceeded to refill his glass from a crystal decanter. Kristjan glanced up toward David, then raised a brow inquiringly and David answered not with words but a slight nod. Kristjan then set his own glass down and picked up an empty one to fill it for his guest.
“Where’s your brother?” David asked casually, knowing the brothers almost always shared a suite but wasn’t anxious to have this conversation outside of this hotel where just anyone could witness, or in front of Aron inside these walls. “In the other room.” Kristjan answered as he crossed over to hand the glass to David, who frowned at him.
“There’s another room?” He asked almost in disbelief as he again started looking around at his immediate surroundings.
“Of course!” Kristjan shot back. “Do you think we’re taking turns sleeping on the fucking sofa??” David turned back to him and accepted the glass filled with the honey-infused Scotch. Kristjan continued, “He’s getting Kyssa ready. He’s taking her for a walk so we can talk in private.”
“Who’s Kyssa?” David asked casually as he raised the glass to take a drink, being answered by Aron as the door to the other room opened, “This is Kyssa.”
(TBC in David Shepherd’s RP)
Washington, DC -
Current
The Reflecting Pool of the Lincoln Memorial was truly a breathtaking tourist attraction, one to be seen and revered. It had been used as a formal setting in the filming of movies such as Tom Hanks’ Forest Gump, and now it was being used as the setting for a wrestling promo. Anyone can film a promo from a bar, a hotel room or an undisclosed location. But sometimes there are things that were just meant to be appreciated. This was one of them.
Dusk had already fallen and passed over the skyline of the nation’s capital, and night had fallen. This made the Reflecting Pool even more visually pleasing to the senses as the lights came on to better illuminate the surrounding memorials, the cascading reflections dancing on the surface of the pool’s water as the wind gently lapped at the water, causing even the slightest of rippling waves to pass across. Fenris, who was not an American, still found this location to be something calming. He was always a night person. So many times in his youth did he climb up on the roof of the family home at night and watch the stars. Here? He walked along the left path of the pool with only a handful of tourists there as well. While these men and women, young and old alike, wore clothes that were befitting the fall season as a chill had taken the air, not so with Fenris. He was, after all, from Iceland and this weather was nothing to him. So the fact he walked sporting a loose and sleeveless muscle shirt and matching white shorts drew a stare or two, he was unhindered as his mind was on his upcoming match, and it alone.
“Well! After all this time, I am finally back. And no, I do not mean back in Washington, D.C. as I have admittedly never been here before. I mean back, as in back in the world title picture of SCW. I have not been involved in a world title match or even a contender match for this very title, since Ben Jordan and I wrestled what had to be the best match of my career. I lost, but you know something? Arrogant as I admit that I am, losing a match to a man like Ben was nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It was something to be celebrated because the likes have not been seen since. Do you know the only thing about that world title shot that just so happens to piss me off?”
Fenris turned his head to the camera and leaned in, his face flushed and his eyes emblazoned.
“It was over a fucking year ago!”
Some heads turned and eyes stared at the random outburst by the Icelandic superstar, but he pressed on as he turned back away and continued his walk.
“One year and seven months! That is the last time I have been inside of the ring with the World Champion! That is the last time that I was granted the opportunity at becoming a two-time champion! And recently? I’ve had champions say things like they wanted to step inside of the ring with me! That they wanted to put their title at stake against me! But when and where have those matches taken place? Well this might come as a bit of a surprise to you, but those matches didn’t happen! Every time I turned around, someone else was being given that very same opportunity denied me! Every time I looked, someone else was being put in a match to earn the chance at being the number one contender! Everyone, that is, but me! Where are my chances? Where are my opportunities?”
He shook his head with a mock look of confusion on his part as his arms spread open wide.
“Your guess is as good as mine because I hate to brag, but if anyone on this goddamn roster deserves a shot at the World title, I’d think it would be me! Because that last match I had for the gold against Ben Jordan was also the last time I was beaten inside of the ring!”
He nodded his head knowingly.
“Yeah! I haven’t been beaten in a match in almost two years and I still don’t get jack shit to show for it! Now I know I've said in the past that I don’t need the world title to prove that I’m the best because not only did I hold it once, but I have the second longest reign in SCW history! Second only to J2H himself! So I assume Christian or Mark or SOMEONE in power just took me for my word out of malice or sarcasm and thought if that’s how I felt, I’d just keep riding the goddamn merry-go-round and take away the brass ring so I have nothing to reach for! Nothing to strive for, no light at the end of the tunnel! At least, not until now.”
“Now on one hand I am satisfied that I am at least being given the chance to get back into the world title scene, especially at the biggest event of the year. Shit, I kid you not, what a thrill that would be to step into the ring at High Stakes XI against Alex Jones and walk out as a two-time World Champion.”
Fenris turned his head quickly to the camera and shook his head.
“No offense, Alex. Respect. But the fact that I’m in there with Vinnie and Jack Washington to earn that world title shot, that kind of gets me. Right here!”
He tapped his temple with a forefinger.
“Because, seriously? Vinnie has not been seen inside of a ring since Summer XXXTreme VII, but that could be overlooked because he was out with an injury. An injury caused by, ironically enough, David Shepherd. So I suppose his inclusion could be overlooked because, like him or not, Vinnie has proven himself inside of the ring, more often than not. Our last match together was that tag team match at Summer XXXTreme VII, but it was not Vinnie who took the fall in order for his team to lose. Vinnie has done just about everything possible to cement his standing; World champion. Two-time Internet champion. I may have no interest in the ‘lesser’ titles, but props to any man who can step inside of that ring and take one for himself! There is no shame in knowing what you want in this path in life, and going out there and grabbing it! It is what I would do, and I would expect no less from any man I oppose. Last of all, Senor Vinnie.”
“Vinnie, you and I? We’ve had ourselves a history ever since Ty West and his Aunt Lora were in the picture. I was one of the ones who was completely against your marrying her because, quite frankly, I thought she was too good for you. I look back now and wonder if it was more the other way around. I had some semblance of hope that after Ty and I ended things, perhaps Lora would still have something to do with me because, shit. I liked the woman! Or at least, I thought I did. But no. The moment her beloved nephew left me, all contact was cut. And you? I know of your divorce and believe me, Fyrirgefðu. (I am sorry) But somehow I imagine the same could be said. No contact from Lora? Acting as if you had never existed? Yes? No? No matter, is really none of my business. My point was that in some ways, we are similar. In others, not so much. When we first met, I thought you were a fucking psycho. A goddamn lunatic for talking to a cactus but can not deny a sense of pride in that is a thing of the past. As for your mental state?”
He shook his head.
“None of my business. Point is, maybe you are not as bad as I believed. We have met in the ring before, and each time we beat the shit out of each other. It did not matter if it was a singles match or tag team. Sometimes the world title was at stake between us, other times - just pride. Which can be just as dangerous and even more valuable. Now here we are again, only this time there’s a third but he’s really inconsequential because this match will be decided between us. Just you and me. And much as I am beginning to respect you, maybe even like you? There is one common factor between us every time we’ve faced each other. I’ve won. Every. Time.”
Fenris then stopped and turned toward the water, facing the surface and watching as if the light reflecting off of the surface had almost a calming, hypnotic effect.
“I suppose that brings us to Daniel Morgan - I mean, Jack Washington. Sorry, Jack. You can understand my confusion because every time I see you or hear anything about you and that casino of yours, I keep thinking about my friend Daniel who arrived in SCW years before you did, and opened a casino. Again, years before you did. I suppose the saying goes that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but there’s a difference between imitating something someone else did and flat out ripping off their idea to use as your own. Difference being, at least Daniel’s Golden Ring Casino is a success because I hear fuck all news about yours.”
“But Daniel is not the only SCW star that you remind me of. Believe it or not, and trust me when I say this is the highest compliment you will ever receive, but you remind me a little bit of myself. The arrogance outside of the ring. The confidence inside of the ring. Championship success rate. Like me, you’ve had it all. Okay, I imagine that there is a difference between us where the world title is concerned. I held it once. You held it…”
He held up two fingers and nodded.
“Yes, Jack. You held it twice. There is no denying the fact that you are a two-time champion. Only thing is, that just means that you also lost it two times. There is also the little matter that my one World title reign lasted longer than both of yours combined! You know…”
He paused, a frown suddenly on his face as he glanced away from the waters as if in deep thought.
“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you and I are not all that alike. I mean, when I was champion, I was right there on every show, scheduled or not. Just to hype and advertise SCW as a whole. I fought each and every single person who crossed my path whether they deserved a title shot or not. I did not care. I simply wanted the exposure. I wanted the championship to have the exposure! I went through every one - every single one - of my challengers for almost nine months! Until I met and lost to Austin James Mercer! Yeah. But during all of those months, I raised the bar so that NOBODY who followed after me would have an easy job at living up to the same standard that I had laid out! Least of all, you.”
“Your two reigns?”
He shook his head.
“Forgettable at best. One could even be forgiven if they forgot you ever even won the championship, let alone held it twice! You were hyped as the next big thing! You even won the Future Star of the Year award and probably have made every single person who cast their vote in your favor realize just how badly they fucked up in doing so! You are all style Jack, and little substance. Yes, you might have some impressive showings inside of the ring, but what it all comes down to is one simple fact; you have not got it in you to be someone that the wrestling world will look back on years from now and remember. This weekend? It is not about you, believe it or not. Is not even about Vinnie.”
He tapped a forefinger to his sternum.
“It is about me. It is about my time, and finally getting back what I deserve! Nothing is going to stop me, and nobody is going to get in my way!”
That being said, Fenris turned his back to the camera and walked back the way he came until the screen finally faded to black.
