["Scumbag" Kevin Carter]

March 2nd, 2025
Selland Arena [ Backstage ]
Fresno, California

The chaos of the main event of Climax Control was without a doubt going to be the most talked about thing for the next week. After all, the much awaited Jayden vs J2H match did not end the way anyone would have thought. Speaking of J2H, it was at that moment. He came storming into the back with Kevin right there beside his side. Everything about their expression to the way they walked said everything it needed to. Neither one of them would be in the best of moods.

J2H: What was that out there?!

In that little gorilla position they stood in. J2H grabbed a hold of one of the steel chairs sitting nearby and tossed it across the room in a fit of anger. It hit the wall with the floor before crumbling to the floor. Taking notice of the camera crew right there before them. J2H instantly getting in the view and shouting at the top of his lungs.

J2H: I had him beat! I had him fucking beat!

Kevin Carter: In the center of the ring. You pinned him. Everyone saw it!

J2H: I’ve had it with that, kid. I am tired of every single time I turn around. He’s finding a way to come back. Finding a way to leech onto me. Finding a way to stay relevant by being in my light!

Kevin Carter: And every time we hurt that kid. Every time we put him on the shelf. Every time we push him further and further into the grave. We’re the ones punished. We’re the ones painted to be the bad guys in this situation.

J2H: Just stay down Jayden!

Frustration crippled both men. Their blood was hot. Everything was bubbling over. Yet, they had no idea it was about to get even worse. As they had no idea that ‘Hot Stuff’ had finally made his way back into the back. Standing behind the two of them with his arms folded and listening to their ‘bitching’ for the lack of the better word.

Kevin Carter: Are you two done crying?

As anyone would have expected. The two of them turned around and put their attention to the man that no doubt had a hand in what had transpired out in the ring. The glares that consumed their eyes.

Kevin Carter: You piece of shi---

MARK WARD: Sunshine. I wouldn’t start with me. I got something for you in just a second. But you.

He pointed right at J2H.

MARK WARD: You can cry. You can whine. You can throw your little temper tantrum. We let you know many months ago. We’re not bending at the knee anymore for you. Those days are done.

J2H: Bending at the knee?! I beat that kid. I beat him fair and square. You just go and give him something he didn’t deserve!

MARK WARD: See that’s the problem with your ego, James. I never denied you beating Jayden. You did pin his shoulders to the mat, but he also made you tap out at the same exact time. I just did the right thing. If you want to be mad at someone. Be mad at yourself for your shortcomings!

J2H: Oh so you think you’re a comedian now?

MARK WARD: Comedian? No, but I have always found myself to be quite funny.

Kevin Carter: And you saw what happened the last time you thought you were funny when I was around. Surprise to see you stick your nose in our business again. Aren’t you still licking the wounds I gave you physically and emotionally back at High Stakes.

MARK WARD: Surprised to see you’re still desperate for attention after all this time passed. That win didn’t really work out for you the way you liked huh? Everyone still doesn’t give two shits about you.

Carter could be seen balling his fist up real tight. Those words got under his skin right away. Forcing Mark to take notice. He just smirked right in the Internet Champion’s face.

MARK WARD: I wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize your position here Kevin. See, you’ve already crossed more than enough lines tonight. Strike one was putting your nose in MY main event and trying to change the outcome. Strike two came when you put your hands on one of OUR officials.  That’ll be coming with a hefty fine by the way.

Kevin Carter: That’s not even an official. He’s a fucking moron pretending to be one. And what about putting his hands on me huh?! If he’s an official shouldn’t he be in trouble too?!

MARK WARD: I consider it self defense.

The glare in Carter’s eye said more than enough.

MARK WARD: And if you think you’re man enough to take that swing. It’ll be strike three. I’ll strip you of the championship and send your ass packing for a second time. So, are you sure this is the route you want to go?

Kevin Carter: Go fuck yourself.

MARK WARD: Ah, just what I thought. Still a ball-less wonder when you got to confront something head on. Good though because that means. I can inform you of what your punishment for tonight’s actions will be. Next week in San Francisco. You’ll be defending the Internet Championship.

Kevin Carter: Of course. Am I meant to be surprised by your clear abuse of power? You’ve been doing it for over twelve years. Who are you just giving a freebie title shot too now? Hm?!

MARK WARD: You’ll find out when I am ready for you to find out. I will however tell you that you’ll be defending it inside a Steel Cage!

Kevin Carter: What?!

J2H: You can’t do that!

MARK WARD: I can and I just did. You two have a great night.

His words were followed up with a small wink in their direction. Just making sure it was the icing on the cake to an already very frustrating night for the two of them. Carter instantly grabbed the roots of his hair just about ready to rip it all out at that point. Meanwhile J2H stood there shaking his head a little bit. No matter what these two tried. There was always a road block being placed in front of them much to the delight of the SCW fans. No telling where things were going to go from here. That’s when the cameras faded themselves out.

March 7th, 2025
Golden Gate Bridge
San Francisco, California

The shot was slow to open up. As it was doing so the first sound that could be heard was that of engines of passing cars. Right there just to the side of the infamous Golden Gate Bridge is where the cameras found themselves. There was a slow pan of the camera to find themselves revealing their primary reason for being there. His arms placed against the bridge and looking out over the edge at the water below was none other than the Scumbag himself. Not acknowledging the camera's presence, but he knew they were there. Speaking with one word.

“Favoritism...”

Based on expression alone. It was being made clear out the gate he was not a man that was in a pleasant mood, but then again. Was there truly ever a time where he was? Not for quite sometime now.

“It has plagued this company since the beginning of time. Christian and Mark have alway had their shiny toys they couldn’t help but show their biases for. Many years ago their favorite toys were names like Drake Green and Simon Jones. Then they favored names like Kris Ryans and Goth. Basically anyone with above average talent and were willing to lick the soles of the bosses. They became one of the favorites. Got to have their backing and favored over all the rest. And I’ll tell you something else about those two ‘bosses’ of ours. Man, they love a good return.”

Carter just shook his head from side to side.

“We have seen people come and go out that revolving door. Whether they’re gone for a few months or they're gone for five or six years. The second someone returns. They make sure they roll out the red carpet. They make sure the person feels super special. Makes a big deal about their homecoming so to speak. Almost right away they start tossing things at those people that they don’t actually deserve. Whether it’s title matches, number one contenders matches, or whatever they see fit. Instantly showing that favoritism I was talking about. But again that’s only if those people are willing to be boot lickers.”

“Don’t believe me. Just look at what’s going on around us. The proof is right there. Take Senor Vinnie into consideration for a second. This fucking idiot savant is gone for years. Not a trace is heard from him. Got no idea if his ticker is still working or not. He comes back all of the sudden. First week back he’s given a free win while facing the SCW punching bag in that of Justin Smith. Then the very next week he’s tossed in the ring with another punching bag in Felix Hernandez. But this time it’s a chamber qualifying match. He has done nothing for all these years...”

“Has two matches and suddenly he’s getting a chance to compete for the number one contendership to the World Heavyweight Championship inside that Elimination Chamber. You cannot tell me that’s not favoritism. You cannot tell me that’s not Mark and Christian going out of their way to gift wrap him opportunities he isn’t deserving of. You cannot deny that Vinnie isn’t being held above everyone else just because of a few lucky stints in the past. Further proving the point that this company is in the fucking dumpser because of shit like this.”

Per usual his words were laced with venom. Aiming to poison the mind of anyone and everyone that was willing to listen to him. His way of turning the loved ones against the company. The more he turned against them, the more he felt like he won. Although the hatred that the fans had for him ran so deeply. Not many had ever allowed the man to poison their mind.

“Hell, if that isn’t good enough. Look at the bullshit that took place last week. Jayden being the cockroach that just won’t die. Comes crawling back with brain damage. The kid has never held championship gold. He’s never even sniffed it. Not once has he been close to calling himself champion. But because he’s well liked by the bosses. For being the ‘young upcoming stud’ and because of his crippled ass daddy is. They just tossed him a chance at being in the chamber last week. Not even a warm up match back. Nope, just tossed right into a qualifying match against the biggest superstar this place has to offer in: J2H.”

“Then Jayden does what Jayden is known to do. Despite having the odds in his favor with a corrupt ass moron for a referee on his side. He ends up biting off more than he can chew. He can’t find a way to beat J2H. As history once again repeats itself. J2H pins the punk and what happens? Mark comes out and says that J2H tapped at the same time of the pin fall?! And just puts Jayden in the Chamber match. He didn’t even fucking win. He didn’t qualify, but he’s given a freebie. Just allowed to fight in that chamber. Just allowed to have a shot at competing for the number one contendership.”

“Mark flat out shows a public display of favoritism and no one bats an eye at the shit! And it’s all because the kid plays ball. Yet, for someone like me. I was forced out years ago despite being the best thing they had going for them. I was told I wasn’t allowed to come around for reunion shows. I was told they didn’t want me for any services as I got a little older. When I wanted to come back this last time. I was told there was no place for me. So, I had to give into my demons. Put on a mask. Just to get my foot back in the door. Just to be treated like trash, because I wouldn’t be another boot licker.”

“The entire time I competed under that mask. I was only given one opportunity. That was that stupid ladder match for that even stupider briefcase. That was it. The only opportunity. And then of course once it became known who I was. They really weren’t going to give me anything I wanted. They were mad and salty. I had found a way to out smart them. So I had to find ways to force their hand. Ways to put their back against the wall. Ways to make them see they had no choice. That’s the only goddamn reason I’m the Internet Champion is because I forced their hand.”

“You people may not fucking like me. You may hate my guts. This entire locker room may want me to drop dead. But deep down in the back of your head. You know that I deserve more than the Internet Championship. You know I should have been given an opportunity for that World Championship. But no. They couldn’t let that happen. There is no goddamn good reason why I was never given a Chamber qualifying match. No good reason at all. It’s a fact I deserve a qualifying match more than Senor Vinnue. More than Jayden Harris. I damn sure deserved it over the likes of the Troll, Bill Barnhart, and Logan Hunter.”

“And I fucking deserved it way more than you, Connor Murphy!”

Within a matter of seconds he had truly managed to frustrate himself and let the anger of his get the best of him. That nasty glare in his eyes finally found its way to the camera as he pushed himself ouf of that leaning position. Looking right into the ‘soul’ of those SCW faithful.

“What? Did you really think I wasn’t going to call you out for being favored? You really think I was going to look past you being one of their shiny toys?! Did you think I wasn’t going to point out all the things they were doing to make you feel special in your little return? Did the thought really creep into your mind that I was just not going to say a damn word and let you bask in all this glory that you’ve been handed thanks to them? Because if you did. Then you’re even dumber than you look!”

Again there was a small shake of his head. That ever growing amount of frustration just seeped out of him with every word.

“Before we even discuss the chamber. Let’s go back to the end of 2024. You hadn’t been seen since two thousand and twelve. A four year little break. But boy were they swooning over your little return. A guy that had always been mediocre at best. They make things easy on you. Toss you right in Justin Smith’s way. A common theme around here. Allow you to get your sea legs back so to speak. You get the win that everyone knew was coming. The very next week you are tossed into the Triple Crown Challenge where the winner would get a shot at the Roulette Championship.”

“Again fitting the theme that I’m saying when it comes to you returning clowns. This match was also a freebie win for you. They flat out set you up to win. They made it clear. Again no one batted an eye. No one called Mark and Christian out for their favoritism. Instead everyone stayed silent and watched you defeat Bill Barnhart and The Troll to get a shot at that Roulette Championship. Yes, a championship match you didn’t truly deserve. Also a championship match that you ended up choking in. Completely pissed away. Showed who you truly were.”

“You showed exactly why you were always an afterthought in everyone’s head just like you did in your first run with this company. You and pressure don’t mix. You crumble under it. If I had been the man in charge of this place. That would have been the last time you ever got a freebie from me. The last chance I ever made you feel special. You’d have to actually prove your worth then. But that’s even if I would have even decided to keep you employed. Old dogs don’t learn new tricks. You’ve always been trash. You’ll likely always be trash. But I’m not in control and you got their sympathy like so many others.”

“So despite shitting the bed and not deserving it. They tossed you right into a qualifying match a few weeks back. You and HB Carter. This is the only company that would ever risk that being the main event of their show. Anywhere else, you’d be likely to even see it open a show. At best it serves its place as a dark match before the show, but I digress. Point is a match that couldn’t beat me to keep his Internet Championship is rewarded with an opportunity that should have been mine. Awarded it against someone like you whose opportunity should have also been mine.”

“Now I think everyone expected the outcome that would happen. Like I’ve said before HB Carter can’t ever be in too many losing situations. His undeserved ego can’t take it. He’ll start crying about how people are bigots and making everything about his sexual orientation. Despite it being twenty-twenty five and no one truly giving a fuck about what he does behind closes doors. So, of course he won. Of course his ego got that boost it needed. And of course you lost. Big match situation. Pressure is on. You fold. But what drives me the most insane about that shit Connor...”

Taking a step towards the cameras. Making sure the focus stayed right on him.

“You know you didn’t deserve neither one of those opportunities. You knew you couldn’t win the Roulette Championship, but you took the match anyway. You knew you couldn’t beat HB Carter. You knew you couldn’t compete in the elimination chamber. You knew you shouldn’t be anywhere near the World Heavyweight Championship. Yet, you still took the opportunity and didn’t feel guilty about it. Did not feel an ounce of guilt knowing that you were taking from someone like me. And why would you, right? Every single person in this business is a selfish as they fucking come.”

“So many of you will pretend to be a good guy. You’ll pretend to be this wholesome person. You’ll do anything and everything to fool people into thinking you are all about them. But in reality at the end of the day you are all about yourself. You'll be all about what’s going to make you the most money. You’ll be all about what’s going to put you in prime positions. You’ll be all about what’s going to make you the major star. It’s what we do. I don’t fault you for being that way. I just fault you for pretending you aren’t that way. So I get it Connor. I get why you did what you did. But your sins don't get to go unpunished.”

Carter’s nasty glare only seemed to intensify in that moment. His tattooed arms finding themselves folding over his chest. Keeping his gaze forward.

“I knew there would be a time and a place where I got to punch you in your face for taking from me. I just didn’t realize it would be so soon. But then again based on how everything has been playing out. I guess, I cannot say that I am surprised that I’m being forced to defend my championship against another person that’s undeserving. Don’t get me wrong Connor. I have no problem being a fighting champion. I said it when I got the Internet Champion. Line them all up. So I can knock them all down. This is going to be a generational and record breaking Internet Championship reign.”

“I just want competition. I want people that are going to push me to the edge. I want to be in the ring that actually deserves to be competing for my championship and deserve to actually be in the ring with someone of my caliber. You are not one of them. You never will be, but as per usual. I don’t get to be one of the favorited toys around here. I have to deal with the bullshit they force me into. Not that I’m concerned. I’ll walk in the champion. I’ll walk out the champion. Even if they’re banking on that I don’t. I just have to question one thing.”

“Week to week. This roster is growing thinner and thinner. People are dropping like flies left and right. Now there is no denying that I was going to hurt you for taking opportunities from me, but the moment the decision was made to put the two of us in a Steel Cage match. That’s when the entire game changed. That’s when they guaranteed that they were without another man on this roster. That’s when they made a decision on your career coming to an end without even consulting with you. Isn’t that funny how it works Connor? They gave you the world time and time again, but also end up being the ones to fuck you over the most in the end.”

For a brief moment he let a smirk cross his lips. There was no denying that he was finding some kind of amusement in this. All he could do when he found himself constantly having his hands tied behind his back by the management of the most corrupt place he had ever worked for.

“The thing that you’re about to find out with me Connor is I do not like being made to feel like I'm an animal. I do not enjoy the feeling of being trapped. Do not find the idea of having bars and chains all around me. Nothing about being made to feel like I’m just a zoo animal and meant to be there to entertain and amuse the masses settles right with me. It really and I mean really triggers my mental. That’s why I already know how bad things are going to be for you inside that cage. Cause if it’s an animal they want. It’s an animal that they’re going to get. It just won’t be a tamed one.”

“No, the moment the two of us are in there. The very second that door is locked. You’re in for a world of hurt. You’re going to be in a situation where your survival rate is at a low. I’m going to rush you. I’m going to attack you. I’m going to use all four of those Steel Cage walls to my advantage. I could take your head and just bash them into the walls. Over and over and over again. Until your brain becomes mush. Until you’re riddled with CTE. Until the infamous crimson mask takes over your entire face and you’re just begging for mercy.”

“But there will be no mercy had. No wild animals don’t take mercy on their prey. They do what needs to be done to remain at the top of the food chain. Of course you do have the option to run Connor. There is that chance for you to climb the top of the cage. There is that chance for you to get up there, swing yourself over, and escape. Perfect chance for you to not actually have to face a deranged wild animal. However the problem with that is a wild animal will track its prey down. They will chase it down. They will always have that blood thirsty mentality.”

“So, the moment you even start to climb that cage to escape. I’m going to pounce on you. I’m going to grab you by the throat and I’m going to rip it in front of thousands of people. Watch your lifeless body fall back down to the mat. I’ll listen to the gasps, the screams of horror, and the overall shock that will surely overcome the arena of people that were there just to watch us amuse them. I’ll listen to all the chatter and whispers about how I took things too far. But more importantly than anything else Connor. I will bask in my own glory. Knowing I remained at the top of the food chain and kept the Internet Championship right where it belongs.”

There was simply no getting that man to see things in any other light or way other than how he wanted to see them. Sure, Connor was going to have his own thoughts. His own views. His own way at looking at things, but as far as Carter was concerned. He was just a dead man walking and that’s all that mattered.

“As much as you can effectively blame Mark and Christian for what is no doubt going to be your final match ever. As much as you can blame them for screwing you over in the worst way by putting you against someone like me. As much as you could even blame the fans for their love and support for you. The love and support that ultimately made you a favorite toy for those two men. The reality is Mark, Christian, and the fans are only one percent to blame. You on the other hand. You as an entire person and as a wrestler. You are the other ninety nine percent to blame.”

“Like I said, I get why you did what you did. I get why you took the hand outs. You’re a selfish wrestler just like we all are. Cash, Fame, and Popularity over everything. It’s a crippling disease to have as a pro wrestler, but it’s who we are. However there is this thing called risk to reward ratio. If you’re going to risk your career. If you’re going to risk your image. If you’re going to be okay with just constantly being handed things. Taking all these freebie title shots and all these other freebies to be in key situations. Then you have to capitalize on that and walk away with the reward eventually.”

“You have yet to do so. You have failed every single time. And the reason you have failed every single time is you’re not built for this business. You’re not built to have the company placed on your shoulders. You’re not built to be put in a division to carry it and elevate it. You don’t have the strong foundation it takes to be a champion. As mentioned before. The moment the slightest amount of pressure hits those shoulders. You crumble. You fall apart. You become dirt and dust below all the rest of our feet. That has been seen time and time again, Connor.”

“If only you had become more self aware. If only you had finally started to deny those freebies. If only you had decided to finally buckle down, put in the work, and get better. If only you had finally started to earn those things and let those shoulders of yours actually become strong. Maybe just maybe this conversation would have been different. Might’ve been filled with a little more respect. A little more honor. Little more dignity if you will. But you didn’t. So that’s exactly why you are going to get every single bit of what’s coming your way this Sunday. You deserve to rot in obscurity and irrelevancy!”

His dark hateful expression was still there. However it was the self gratification and sick satisfactory that was starting to shine through with that smirk of his.

“You know, it was a long time ago. I heard a quote that people love success, but they hate successful people. That fits you people of Sin City Wrestling to a tea. You fans have called for someone to have great success and let you come along for the ride. You’ve begged for the right person to gain success and change the culture and the atmosphere of Sin City Wrestling. You’ve been frothing at the mouth for someone to have success and to make Sin City Wrestling as a whole better. But the moment I get that success. The moment I’m in prime position to do all of those things. You want to hate me. You want to stand in my way. You want to go in a different direction. You prove how fickle you have always been when it doesn’t become all about you. That’s fine. Because you can believe me when I tell you. I’m going to enjoy cramming my success down your throat!”

Following those words. The cameras just got that last little look of those hate-filled eyes of the Internet Champion. That little smirk of evil on his lips drove home that final point. All before Carter turned his back to the cameras and started to walk down the walk-way of the Golden Gate Bridge. With every step he got further and further away. Allowing the shot to slowly start to fade back out. Leaving everyone to wonder just exactly what was going to happen inside that Steel Cage when it was all said and done.