["Scumbag" Kevin Carter]

February 2nd, 20225
Las Vegas, Nevada
MGM Grand Garden Arena

Covered in blood. Heaving heavily with those breaths. Kevin laid there on the mat listening to the crowd boo with all their might. About that time he could hear the bell sounding as the booming voice of Justin overshined those boos for a few seconds.

JUSTIN: Here is your winner and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion, KEEEVVVIIINNNN CAAAARRRRTTTEERRRR!

Again, the second that announcement was finished being made. Those boos once again took over and were so loud it had the arena shaking. By then Kevin started to roll himself over to his hands and knees. Looking up to see a bloody HB Carter lying there just looking up at the ceiling. That wicked smirk started to cross his lips. He found himself fighting to get to his feet. Once he stood up, his legs gave out, and he fell back against the ropes but managed to catch himself.  Kevin looked up to see Jacob Summers approaching him with the Internet Championship in hand.

Right away Kevin stumbled away from the ropes and snatched the championship out of the referee’s hand. He dropped down to his knees and quickly rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope. Getting his feet under him as he held out the championship in front of him. For the first time in twelve years he could call himself a champion. Despite the blood pouring down his face. That smirk of his got bigger and he held the championship up just as he saw the camera crew in front of him. Holding it right out in front of him he began to shout at the cameras.

KEVIN CARTER: You see this?! Do you fucking see this?!

Taking a few steps towards the camera crew. Every inch of him was throbbing in pain, but all of that was put in the back of his mind for this one moment.

KEVIN CARTER: I told you. I told each and every single one of you. That this was going to happen. I told you I was going to right all the wrongs. I told you I would make Mark and Christian pay for what they did to my name and my legacy. I told you that I would once again restore my name and I’d make my legacy mean everything it was meant to mean. I told you that I would be champion again!

That arrogant smirk of his just shined through as the blood was dripping off of his face and starting to hit the ramp as he tried to keep himself moving forward despite the pain he was in.

KEVIN CARTER: You really believed that fuck in the ring was going to beat me? You really believed he was better than me? You really thought he was going to do right by you and make sure a championship had never fallen into my hands?! Think about how many times before he has let you down. Think about how many times he has fallen short. And more importantly think about every single time there was an excuse for why he fell short. Just like there is going to be a reason for why he fell short tonight. There’s always an excuse. Carter was never the man to stop me. Carter was never going to be able to defeat me and keep me from getting my hands on this. This was destiny!

As expected, hearing the slander of one of their heroes. It didn’t settle well with them. More boos and even hateful comments started to be hurled right in his direction. Stumbling up that ramp a little more in pain and exhaustion. Kevin could hear a few fans behind him plain as day. Shouting right at him, looking for that fifteen seconds of frame.

FAN #1: You suck! You don’t deserve that championship!

FAN: #2: I thought you were going to quit! Just be done like you claimed!

FAN #3: No one wants you around!

For a moment he just stopped on the ramp and looked back at where those voices had come from. He found himself shaking his head while almost laughing in an almost evil manner. Turning his head back around to where the camera crew still was. Walking up that ramp with him.

KEVIN CARTER: Hook... Line... and Sinker!

That chuckle of his got a little louder.

KEVIN CARTER: ou people fell for it. Just like I knew you would. I knew the moment I put out into the universe I was done. That I was thinking about calling it quits. Making it seem like every single one of you had gotten to me. Seemingly as if you all broke me mentally and emotionally. You’d fucking eat it up. You’d brag. You’d boast. You’d feel ever powerful and accomplished... but it was all a lie. You people can’t break me. You people can’t make me leave. You people can’t get me to quit and be done. Not any of these idiots in the stands. Not any of them watching at home. Certainly not any of the pussies in the back. None of you will ever have that kind of power over me!

Approaching the top of that ramp. The pain in his back had him dropping down to one knee. Keeping a tight grip on that championship. Almost as if his life depended on it. Taking his right hand and wiping the blood out of his face. He peered right back into the cameras.

KEVIN CARTER: When I said I was done. I meant I was done being held back. I was done from being deprived of my time in the spotlight. I was done letting this company and the people run it dedicate how my career goes. How my legacy plays out. I was done coming up short time and time again because of outside sources. And I was done letting you people be able to laugh at my pain every time they embarrassed me. That’s what I meant when I said I was done. And this... this right here. It justifies everything. It justifies everything I’ve said. Everything I’ve been after. No one and I mean no one can take this moment away from me!

Bringing his bloody head down some. He pressed his lips to the Internet Championship. Causing the entire crowd behind him to boo heavily once again. The entire sight of what they were seeing made them sick, but at the same time there wasn’t anything that could be done about it. Pushing himself back up from that knee. He stood up, turned towards the ring where he could see HB Carter starting to sit up with the help of the referee, and he lifted the championship high into the air.

KEVIN CARTER: Let this be a challenge to the entire locker room. Hell to the entire business. Line them all up. Hand out as many free title shots you want. Give them all the promises and perks it’ll take to get them to step into the ring with me. Come try and take this from me. Come try and set me up for failure. One by one. You will all fall. One by one. You will all be sent packing. One by one. You will all be defeated and just be a stepping stone to me creating history. You will be sent packing. Mark my words, I will live on in infamy!

Keeping the championship held high above his head. The camera crew made sure to get right in front of him to get one hell of a shot of him holding it with pride. That Las Vegas crowd letting it be known, not a single person believed in him. Not a single person supported him. Not a single one of them were going to buy into the hype. Not now, not ever. Finally, the man known as the Entity placed that championship back over his shoulder and started to stumble his way into the back. Leading the cameras to fade from the ringside area for now.

February 15th, 2025
San Diego, California
Old Point Loma Lighthouse

The shot slowly began to open up and in doing so. It was clear it was from an elevated position. Looking out the window and seeing the land around. All of the sudden the sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard causing the cameras to pan back a little bit. As soon as they entered the frame at that moment was a familiar face. That being none other than the scumbag himself, Kevin Carter. Making direct eye contact with the cameras all while he proudly displayed that newly acquired Internet Championship over his left shoulder. His silence finally breaks with a mention of one name.

“Bill... Bill...Bill.”

Slightly shaking his head a little bit.

“You sure are one silly bastard aren’t you? I mean it was already well known that you weren’t the smartest man walking planet earth. Dare I say in the top percentile of the intelligent folks living in today’s world. This however proves that you are actually mentally disabled and a hazard to yourself when it comes to your decision making. Why the hell would you agree to this match? Why the hell would you agree to getting in the ring with me again?!”

His expression displayed a slight look of confusion. Although anyone that knew who Kevin was and how he conducted himself. This all had to be a set up. A set up just for him to tear down the man he was set to face off against. Limb by limb. With word for word.

“I get that you’re just being tossed a title shot that you don’t deserve. That’s what Sin City Wrestling is known for. Just hanging out freebies to anyone and everyone. I also get that this is one of the few chances that you will ever get at seeing the Internet Championship so up close and personal. Hell, if we are being honest here Bill. It might be the last chance you ever get. Lord knows after what happened at Inception and losing to Justin Smith. No one can ever actually count on you winning a match again and earning a shot at a championship.”

“You didn’t have very much credibility to start, but you really let it all go down the drain with a loss like that. But the point that I am trying to make is why I understand that this is a free shot at a championship and probably your last. I don’t get why you would agree when you know how dangerous I am. I don’t get why you would agree when you know how far I am willing to take things. And more importantly than all of that. I do not know why you would agree to step in the ring with me when you’ve never even come close to beating me in our previous encounters.”

In those few words, it was more than obvious he was not impressed by who was going to be his first title defense. Kevin shook his head once again to show that sheer disappointment.

“Based on how unintelligent you have proven yourself to be. I can only come up with one solution for why you took this match on. Somehow someway you have managed to convince yourself that this time is going to be different. Because this time it’s the two of us one on one. It’s not a six man tag match where you have to worry about a fat ass troll weighing you down. It’s also not a handicap match. Although that time you had the advantage against me with two on one and still managed to fumble the opportunity.”

“But regardless this is what it has to be. You must have convinced yourself that this time it’s different. This time it’s one on one. This time it's all on your shoulders and no one else. This time you are going to rise above. This time you are going to manage to pick up that big win and be able to call yourself champion again. Yet, while you have convinced yourself of all of this. It’s nothing more than fantasy. Meanwhile the reality of the situation is Bill. You couldn’t be anymore fucked.”

His words were soaked in venom. Not one to shy away from how he was feeling. How he was going to conduct himself. Even if it meant no one else believed him. He believed himself and that’s all that mattered. That trademark smug smirk of his finally starting to overcome his expression.

“And I can say that because I know what I have planned. You are the starting point in what is going to turn into a historic run for me. You see the last four men that have held this championship have done nothing but make it mean nothing. They have devalued it. They have driven it into the ground. They have ruined the prestige of this championship. Look at Calvin Harris’ reign. He claimed he was going to do something different. He claimed he was going to make the title stand out. It was going to be a championship for the people. Yet his fragile bones couldn’t hold up long enough for him to have a run that was even close to memorable.”

“Miles Kasey defeated a man with a broken ankle. Beat a man that was clearly not at his best and thought that somehow that made him a real champion. He held that championship for over a hundred days but can anyone remember anything memorable about his reign? Aside from the man he lost it too. No, the answer is you cannot. Miles is a really good hand to have. He’s a good man to put in any spot. But the moment he has to do more than just be a really good hand. The moment he has to have pressure on his shoulders. The moment he has to really show what he’s made of. He ends up crumbling and that’s why he lost the championship.”

“Then there was Peter Vaughn. The only man that I truly believed had a chance at making the Internet Championship mean something again. Not just make it mean something again but take the Internet Championship to heights it had never seen before. After all, we saw what he had done with the Roulette Championship. He was clearly capable of doing it, but every chance of making that happen. It went away the moment he dropped the ball against HB Carter. Everything that Vaughn was. Everything he had created. Everything that he stood for. It was all gone the moment he let someone like that beat him. Dude should have taken his ball and went home after that instead of doing so after failing to be World Champion.”

“And that brings me to you, Carter. You see this entire time I have told you I had a problem with people like you being champion. You do what you always do. You try to make someone out to be a bigot. You tried to make it sound like I had an issue with you being champion because you were gay. When the truth of the matter is, I don't give a shit about your sexual preference. I don’t care who you do or don’t fuck. That’s not any of my concern. But I didn't tell you what my issue with you being champion was intentionally. Because that’s where I knew you would go.”

“Because with you Carter. There’s always an excuse. There’s always an excuse for why you didn’t succeed. Always an excuse for why you came up short. Always an excuse for why you weren’t didn’t achieve this dream or that goal. You are the worst type of champion to ever exist. You luck yourself into a situation and then when the times get tough. You always got an excuse for when things go bad. Which is a damn shame. Because deep down I believe there’s a solid wrestler in you. Deep down I think you could achieve a lot, but not as long as you’re always going to make an excuse and project some bogus agenda. You got your ass handed to you by me and it’s what you deserved.”

By that point Kevin had made his way towards a set of steps. Starting to walk down them forcing the cameras to follow right behind him. Keeping things close to hear everything that was going to continue to come out of his mouth.

“So you see it is my duty to make this championship mean something. It’s my duty to take it to heights it's never been before. It’s my duty to make this the most sought after championship this company has. And the only way to do that is to make this run historic. Not only do I have every intention of going down in history as the longest reigning Internet Champion. I also have every intention of shattering the record for the most successful defenses. People can say what they want to say about me. They can say I’m an asshole. They can see I’m a piece of shit. They can say I’ve cut corners. So on and so forth, but the one thing they will not be able to say is I’m not a fighting champion. Something I am sure is going to make their blood boil, but nothing makes me happier than pissing those people off.”

With the cameras still following behind him. Kevin came off the last step and took only a few steps forward towards a door pushing it open to walk out. In a matter of seconds it had been revealed that he had been standing inside Loma Lighthouse. Bringing his attention right back to the cameras with that arrogant smirk in full effect.

“As much as you are to blame for being a very unintelligent human being. As much as you are at fault for taking this freebie that they dangled in front of you. I do have to put blame on the company itself as well. I have been saying it for the longest time now. The two men in charge of this place are the reason why this place doesn’t thrive the way it should. Mark and Christian, both continue to keep people like you employed Bill. They continue to keep giving people like you chance after chance after chance. They continue to hype people like you up and fill your head with all this false hope. They continue to make people like you believe that someday you can reach out and take that brass ring.”

“They got you convinced that you can be one of their champions. And it’s nothing more than a lie... But then when it comes to people like me. They constantly set me up for failure. They try to make me look bad. They try to prevent me from succeeding. They do everything they can to make sure people like me feel like they are less than superior. I’ve been saying it since I came back. And the reason they are like that is because I won’t kiss their ass like they want. As well as they know I’m one of -- if not the single biggest threat to this entire establishment. They don’t want me in this position. They damn sure don’t want me to be a champion or represent their company as one. It terrifies them.

“They know I won’t tow the line. They know I’m out to ruin their reputation. All of which is fair. They should be terrified of those things and more. Meanwhile I just consider this getting my lick back for everything they did to me. But the point of the matter is Bill. It makes a ton of sense why they just gifted you this title shot. They knew you would be dumb enough to take it. And they think that with enough of their power and influence that they can take this from me. I don’t care how much they back you. I don’t care how many referees they try to pay off. Don’t give a damn how many roadblocks are standing in my way. There’s nothing that Mark, Christian, You or the entire SCW Roster can do to get this championship off of me. I am right where I belong and right where I have always deserved to be.”

His arrogance continued to ooze out of him. Everything that they didn’t want him to be, he was becoming. All from a championship that set on his shoulders.

“To be honest with you, Bill. When I really sit down to think about things. I simply could never live with myself if I were to fall short against someone like you. There would be no point in me continuing to wrestle. If I lost to someone like you. There would be no reason at all for the journey that I am on at this current moment continuing forward. If I were to allow you to become the new Internet Champion. There’s no doubt about it. That would be the most crippling and embarrassing thing to ever happen to my career. Which is saying something because at one point I lost to Goth.”

“And we know that your run would consist of Bill. You’d be just as lack lustered as the other four I mentioned. I’d be willing to bet my salary that you would lose the championship in your first defense. Considering how things just recently played out. You’d be the one to fuck around and lose it to Justin giving him his first title here in Sin City Wrestling. Of course this comes back to living in reality and reality is you could never defeat me. The reality is you could never pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds or be able to force me to tap out. And the reality is you will NEVER be Internet Champion!”

Kevin let those words come out of his mouth with every ounce of him believing what he was saying. All while shaking his head once again.

“You should already be aware of what I am capable of, but since it’s something you can’t seem to learn from. I’m going to have to teach a lesson that you will never forget. When you stand across the ring from me this Sunday. I want you to understand that I am coming to hurt you. I am coming to put you on the shelf. I am coming to end your career. After all, you serve no real purpose to this roster and you haven’t since the day you signed a contract. People have just been far too nice in letting you stick around and skate by. I on the other hand am not a nice person and now that I’m in a position to do something about it. You can bet your ass that’s what I am going to do.”

“The joy I am going to feel when I punch you in your face and feel that fat flesh cave around my hand like hamburger meat. The sick satisfaction I am going to get in knowing I could possibly break bones in your face with said punch. The sense of happiness I am going to feel when I spill your blood all over the canvas. It’ll be music to my ears when you’re crying and pleading for me to spare. Begging for me to just put an end to the torture that you’re going to endure. Now don’t get me wrong Bill. As much as you’ll beg. As much as you’ll plead. As much as you’ll bleed, have bones broken, and feel nothing but pain. You have already proven you’re too dumb to know what’s good for you.”

“So you’re not going to go down without a fight. It’s not a fight that will actually ever make me feel threatened. It won’t be a fight that will make me feel like my back is against the wall, but it’ll be the best fight you can deliver. You’ll try your hardest. You’ll swing with everything you got and you’ll miss. You may be able to take me down, but you won’t keep me down. You will fail just like you always have. That’s who you are Bill. And in the end, I will feel an overall sense of accomplishment. Throughout every inch of my body. As I stand there, foot on your chest, hand raised in the air, still the champion, and knowing that you are never going to be seen again. That’s the type of shit I live for!”

Kevin found himself reaching up and grabbing a hold of that fifteen pounds of gold that sat on his shoulder in such a proud display. Holding it out in front of him right before the camera view. Letting those piercing hateful eyes lock on the red light.

“This right here Bill. This right here is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing this, touching this, or even being in the presence of this. So soak it. Find some way to enjoy it. Let it bring you some kind of joy or peace. Because the moment I cave your face in and send you packing for good. You’ll never what either of those things are ever again.”

Holding the championship right up in the cameras for a couple seconds longer. With that sinister smirk still plastered from ear to ear. He finally drew it back and placed it right back over his shoulder. Finding himself stepping right out of the camera view a couple of seconds later. Leaving the people that hated him more than anything to wonder if he was going to end up being right once again. All while the shot faded back to black.