[Christian Underwood]

Please post all roleplays here! Have fun and good luck!

[Andrew]

I HAVE A KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH AT INTO THE VOID IX – PART 1

NARRATOR:  Today we will be joining Bill Barnhart who is broadcasting his comments on his upcoming KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH at INTO THE VOID IX. Before I came on camera Bill informed me that for this presentation he will be broadcasting from a broadcast studio near the Accor Arena. Bill is no stranger to this type of match and I am excited to hear what he has to say today.

The scene shifts from a shot of the Narrator to a shot of Bill Barnhart sitting at a desk with the camera person focusing their camera on him. We notice that Bill is smartly dressed in a pink tuxedo and a huge smile is on his face. As soon as the camera person informs Bill that they are live broadcasting Bill launches into his comments for his upcoming KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH.

Bill:  I wish to thank those people who tuned in for my comments leading up to my KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH. I know you are wondering why I decided to do my comments while dressed in a tuxedo. Simple. I feel special being in this upcoming match. I look great in a tuxedo. And I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about what I am wearing for this presentation. Also some of you may be wondering why my wife, Bea, and our friend, Felix Hernandez, are not on camera with me for this presentation. Although that is a valid question, and you don’t deserve an answer, I will tell you why neither of them are on camera with me. Felix is not involved in this match so he decided not to step on my air time. As for Bea? She will be on camera with me when I present my second round of comments for my upcoming KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH. For today Bea wanted to stay out of the spotlights and let me have my say.

Bill picks up a sheet of paper that is on the top of the desk and he begins commenting on the information on the paper.

Bill:  I will begin my comments on how this KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH works. That way everyone who watches the match will have the concept on how this match works. The KING FOR A DAY Crown is suspended high above the wrestling ring. The concept is straight forward. The first wrestler who can climb the ladder AND grab the Crown, is the winner of this match and they are the new KING FOR A DAY. Yes it really is that simple. Everyone in this match has the chance to grab the crown and become the KING FOR A DAY. Which one of us will that be? Nobody knows as this type of match moves quickly, and brutally, so anyone can win and anyone can lose. However it turns out. . .so be it.

Bill lays the paper on top of the desk and he continues commenting on this match.

Bill:  In front of me, on this paper, are the names of the participants in this KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH. I will discuss each of the participants in alphabetical order so that nobody can accuse me of being biased. In alphabetical order the first participant in the match is ARTIE. I am not sure how Artie managed to win his match to qualify to be in this KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH but the fact he is in this match means he did qualify. As far as ARTIE having what it takes to win this match with SIX participants in the match ARTIE has no chance of pulling off the win. Next is me and I am one of the favorites to win this match. I am no stranger to matches like this and I will pull off the win. Connor Murphy is next and I have respect for Connor for what he has accomplished in Sin City Wrestling. Guy With A Cape appears next but he is like Artie in that nobody has a clue how he manages to win matches. But I have to call it straight that he is the current KING so he has to be taken seriously. Justin is the next wrestler to be mentioned due to his position on the list alphabetically. Justin has done well in Sin City Wrestling and he could win this match. Kris Ryans is the final wrestler I will talk about is Kris Ryans. Although Kris was, at one time, one of the top wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling for someone to be out of action for an extended period of time then return to wrestling is a far reach.

Bill looks up from the paper and gives his evaluation of the match and who he feels will win the match.

Bill:  Of the six wrestlers involved in this match I feel that I am a good candidate to win this match as is Connor Murphy, Guy With A Cape, and Justin Smith. Unless the other two involved in the match have enough whup ass left inside of them then either me, Connor, Guy With A Cape, or Justin Smith will win this match.

Bill places the sheet of paper on the table then he looks deeply into the camera.

Bill:  I know what you five are thinking. You are wondering why I am not issuing threats and that I am not bragging about how much better then you I am as a wrestler. There is a reason I have given you just the information I already gave you. Think of it like being in a high stakes Poker hand at a Casino. When your cards are dealt you should never show sadness on your face if you have a weak hand. On the other side of the issue is if you have a fantastic Poker hand you don’t smile and brag and breathe heavily and reveal that you have a great Poker hand.

Bill flashes a huge grin into the camera.

Bill:  Since there is a second week for us to talk about our upcoming match I only gave you basic information to keep you five guessing. I want you to think one way then find out I went the other way. I want you to think you can bully me around then find out that I am the bully. You know…stuff like that…that makes your line of reasoning a failure.

Bill again flashes a huge grin into the camera.

Bill:  In closing for today I will remind you five that no matter how you perceive me and my wrestling abilities I have held dozens of major Championships in various Wrestling Federations so you need to realize that I still have what it takes to chump our wrestlers like you five. With that said. . .have fun leading up to week two leading up to our match trying to figure me out. Har har har!!!

While Bill is laughing loudly he motions to the camera person to cut their camera feed as he is done with his comments for today. The camera person calls into the Network to inform them he is going to cut his camera feed and the Network quickly changes back to broadcasting the regularly scheduled programming for this time slot.

[GUY]

Broken...
Destroyed...
Embarrassed...
Useless...

All words to describe how Guy felt at that current moment. Standing there in the bathroom of the locker room looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was covered in sweat. His face paint almost completely rubbed off in certain areas. His nose shifted to the right. A clear sign it had been broken. The blood that stained his face - specifically under his nose - helped confirm that. He felt every bit of exhaustion throughout his entire body.

But the most painful thing about all of this. His pride. It had been shattered into millions and millions of pieces. With a very good chance that it couldn’t ever be put back together. His focus on his own reflection was broken for a brief moment. Long enough for him to turn on the water to the sink directly in front of him. Guy ran his hands under the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot nor was it too cold.

Leaning down some. He splashed that warm water over his face. He could see the mixture of red, white, and black coating the sink walls with each splash of water. The blood and the face paint mixing together slowly making its way down the drain.  After a few more splashes of water. Guy brought his face back up and looked back into the mirror. Yet staring back at him wasn’t his own reflection.

... Or rather it wasn’t his usual reflection.

This reflection was a darker version of himself. Slight horns growing out of either side of his head. His eyes were practically glowing. There was no plain face like their should have been with all the blood and face paint washed off. Instead blood was dripping from the corner of his lips. The face paint was done in a way to just make him look evil. It was all strange. Had Guy just frozen in fear.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- How are you surprised?

The reflection was able to talk? That only added to the confused state of mind that Guy was in. Surely this was a dream right? Not even a dream. It was a nightmare and one he needed to wake up from.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- It was J2H. It was one of the golden children. It was one of the most protected. This was all pre-determined the moment the tournament was made official. J2H was going to get to the finals no matter what. He’s well on his way to doing that. You were warned. You were told. You should have seen this coming. The signs have been there all along.

Each word that came out of his reflection’s mouth seemed to be soaked in poison. Literally aiming to poison his mind. To make him feel some type of way. To crawl under his skin. All of which Guy didn’t want to happen, but he wasn’t going to get a choice.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- This place has never respected you. This place has never cared for you. This place has never wanted to see you thrive or see you succeed. How many times has SCW asked for something different? Something unique? Something creative? You are just that. Only to be ignored or shut down.  How many times have they asked for a true character? Someone with layers to them? But also someone that can relate to the crowd? Someone that the crowd can get behind?

Again you’ve done that. Two Guys, One Cape? Most merch sold in a small amount of time. The crowd loved it. They ate it up. But they didn’t get the appeal. Therefore it meant nothing to them. No one knows the deep deep layers that creates the man they know as Guy. You’ve not even scratched the surface of the potential. You are quite the character. It’s always developing. Always evolving, but again. They look past you. They treat you as if you are nothing special.

That reflection’s eyes were glowing a little more. A clear sign of passion when it came to what he was saying. Meanwhile all Guy wanted to do was break the intense gaze he had with the reflection. He didn’t want to hear any of this. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Yet every bit of control was stripped from him. Continued to be crippled by fear.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Mark and Christian both see you as nothing more than a joke. Don’t believe me? Look at the referee situation., Christian embarrassed you with that. The entire Sin City Wrestling locker room looks past you. Listen to them anytime they talk about you. They don’t see you as a valuable asset and don’t see you as a threat to them. And the fans? At one point. They were laughing with you. At one point they were amused by you and your actions. There was a time where they were truly fans of you and your work. But now? Now when they laugh. It’s not that they are laughing with you. Instead they are laughing at you.

That voice got a little louder. Strongly voicing their opinion.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- You’ve done things your way. You’ve done the very best that you could. I cannot fault you for that, Guy. I cannot, but your way doesn’t work. Your best isn’t enough. It’s time we do things my way!

All of the sudden the dark painted lips of the reflection curled into maybe the most demonic and evil smirk that Guy had ever seen. Including in the horror movies he adored. That control suddenly hit his body and he could move. He could blink his eyes. He even gasped for air. Quickly, he turned the faucet back on to the sink and leaned back down. Splashing water over his face. Running his hands over it time and time again.

By the time he found the courage in himself to look back up into the mirror. That reflection was gone. Instead it was the reflection that he had expected, His paintless pale broken nose reflection. There was nothing but confusion all over the man’s face. Not quite sure what to make of what he had experienced before. Maybe it was from the match with J2H. Maybe he was dehydrated. Maybe a little concussed. Whatever it was... it was gone for now.


“Tonight will be the night that I will fall for yoouuuu!”

From inside the studio door “Fall For You” by Secondhand Serenade was at full blast. Hearing those lyrics were enough to put a stop to Calvin’s actions. Standing just outside that door and looking over at his wife with a nasty glare.

[ C A L V I N ] --  You want me to really go in there? We haven’t seen him in weeks and this is what we stumbled upon? Dude is full on emo, Alessandra! I can’t fuck with that.

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I remember a time where you were full on emo.

[ C A L V I N ] --  That’s not even close to true!

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Really? So you didn’t have two toned hair with that little swoop that covered one of your eyes? You didn’t listen to Hawthorne Heights on repeat when we first started dating despite them being a dead band by that point?

[ C A L V I N ] --  Shut up!

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Right after you fix this. I told you to fix it weeks ago. You didn’t listen. So per usual I’m making you do something. Now march in there and make up with your best friend.

[ C A L V I N ] --  I wouldn’t say my best friend.

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I said march!

Rolling his eyes annoyed. Calvin gripped the door to the studio and pulled it back. The two of them getting a glimpse inside. It was very - Guy - to say the least. Lots of weird crafts. Paints. Paintings. Drawings. All kinds of artistic stuff hanging around the walls. And there was Guy himself painting away on a massive canvas. Belting out the lyrics of the song as brushed along the canvas with his favorite golden paint brush.  Alessandra taking it upon herself to inch over towards where the music was playing from. Hitting the pause button. Completely catching Guy by surprise.

[ G U Y ] --  What da frickin’ frick?!

He turned around to see both Calvin and Alessandra standing there. His facial expressions twisted up in a little bit of a surprised look.

[ G U Y ] --  Oh Guy was not expecting company!

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- We were kind of in the neighborhood. We hadn’t seen you in a few weeks. We wanted to be good friends and stop by to check in on you.

[ G U Y ] --  Yiiiis yiiiis very good of you. Guy is fine. Fine indeed. Just been throwing himself into his arts and crafts lately.

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I can see that. Beautiful masterpieces to say the least. Oh by the way. Calvin had something to say to you.

[ C A L V I N ] --  Jesus. Way to waste no fucking time, woman.

She quickly responded by taking the point of her elbow and driving it into his ribs. Forcing him to double over in pain. By that point Guy had started to approach the two of them leaving his painting to dry for now.

[ G U Y ] --  Huzzah. Fren.

[ C A L V I N ] --  Sup dude?

[ G U Y ] --  You has a message for Guy? Something of importance to say my amigo?

[ C A L V I N ] --  Something like that. Uh... look man. A few weeks ago I was out of line. I was harsh. I was kind of an asshole.

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Kind of? No, you were an asshole.

[ C A L V I N ] --  Alright fine. I was an asshole. I should have been more supportive. I should’ve had your bag. I should have been encouraging and supportive when you faced J2H. And even though I was right...

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Calvin!

[ C A L V I N ] --  I am just saying. I was right, but it was still wrong of me to be the way I was. And for that I apologize, Guy.

For a moment or two there was nothing but silence amongst the three of them. Guy looking Calvin directly in the eyes. Tapping the corner of his painted chin. Before a sudden bright smile overcame his expression.

[ G U Y ] --  Tis all good fren. All water on top of the bridge!

[ C A L V I N ] --  You mean water under the bridge?

[ G U Y ] --  Nu! On top. Duh!

[ C A L V I N ] --  Riiiiiiiiiiiight!

Calvin just raised his eyebrow, looking at the man with a bit of confusion.

[ G U Y ] --  That’s all behind Guy now. Silliness. He’s got more important matters to attend to now!

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Oh? That sounds exciting.

[ G U Y ] --  Yiiiiiiiis! Guy will be defending his crown of King at Into The Void.

[ C A L V I N ] --  God. No, not this shit again!

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Excuse you?!

[ C A L V I N ] --  You know what happened to last time he was King for a Day. The shit took him weeks. To realize it was for just a night and he wasn’t a real king.

[ G U Y ] --  Blasphemy!

The Caped Warrior raised his voice all of the sudden. Quickly making the two guests snap their direction towards him. Guy wagging his finger in a ‘no-no’ motion in Calvin’s face.

[ G U Y ] --  Guy is a real king. He will always be a real thing. Guy doesn’t even think its fair he has to defend his crown, but it made Guy think. Made Guy come up with some creative ideas.

[ C A L V I N ] --  This can’t be good.

[ G U Y ] --  Guy thinks it should be King forever, but he will settle for King for a Year. All year long ruling sounds amazing. He’s got the perfect thing to take Marky Mark and the Holy Christian man to get them to approve. Wait right here. Guy will show you!

He turned away from them and rushed across the room. Calvin just shot his wife a look. One that said quite a bit without even saying a word. Within seconds Guy was rushing back over with what appeared to be a calendar in hand. Bold letters “King For A Year” and his face on it.

[ G U Y ] --  Here look! All of the best shots of Guy. Who wouldn’t want to see a King like this all year long?!

Calvin was hesitant at first, but he flipped the calender over. Almost right away his eyes widened in shock.

[ C A L V I N ] --  What the hell?!

[ G U Y ] --  Yiiis?!

[ C A L V I N ] --  Why?! Why would you show me this?! Why are you naked?! Why the hell would you fucking hang the crown on your...

Alessandra was leaning over his shoulder and looking down at the calendar that her husband held in his hand. Her own eyes widen a bit.

[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Oh my! Impressive!

[ C A L V I N ] --  What?!

Calvin shot her a look. She quickly turned a shade of red in the face. He quickly slammed the calendar shut and slammed it against Guy’s chest.

[ C A L V I N ] --  You need professional help! You can’t go around showing that to people. It damn sure isn’t going to get you what you want. It will however get you thrown in jail!

[ G U Y ] --  Pfffft! Guy is too cool for jail.

[ C A L V I N ] --  You’re about to fuck around and find out.

[ G U Y ] --  Nahhhh! When Guy defends his crown and remains King. He’ll just make it illegal to arrest him!

It didn’t take long at all for Calvin to slap his hand against his forehead in a massive palm slap. This was a huge mistake in coming over. His eyeballs were violated. His brain was hurting from the stupidness. And now he along with everyone else might have to live through another Reign of King Guy!


The cameras found themselves rolling in. Right away revealing a very odd setting. In a crowded street of several orange tiny men or for the lack of the better term Oompa Loompas. All of them crowded there together with their eyes focused on an overly large Castle. Well it was a bouncy house castle but still very large. Lots and lots of movement could be seen in that castle.

They were however left in the dark on what was causing the movement. That was until Guy came stumbling through the doorway of the bouncy Castle. His king’s crown proudly displayed on his head. As soon as his appearance was made collectively all the Oompa Loompas let out a collective cheer.

“HUUUUZZZZAHHHH!”

Hearing his minions and their cheers only brought a smirk to King Guy’s lips. Showing the same respect as looking at them. Well as many of them as he could. He began to address them.

“Huzzah indeed my minions. King Guy is forever grateful that each and every single one of you have come here today. For there is a very important matter at hand. An important matter for Guy. An important matter to you. An important matter to our entire Kingdom. It’s being threatened in the worst of ways.”

A collective “gasp” sound came from all the Oompa Loompas. Their King just nodded his head a little bit. Taking a couple more steps outside of the bouncy Castle and getting a little closer to those in the front of the line.

“King Guy has been informed that he is being forced to defend his crown. He is being forced to suspend it high above a wrestling ring. He is being forced to compete inside of a diabolic ladder match. Peasants like Arthur, Bulldog Bill, Justin the Loser, Connor the Muppet, and Ryans Kristopher. This is not okay. This is unfair. It’s unjustified and goes against all the rule books of being the King. Guy has read all of them he should know. We simply cannot allow them to take the King’s crown. So as unjust and as uncalled for this defense might be. My minions, your King has to admit. He has to go to war with these peasants. War that will lead to blood, violence, and gore!”

Groans of fear. Sighs of disappointment. The overall fear could be heard being outwardly expressed by those he called his minions. King Guy raised his hands high in the air to keep their attention and try to keep things from spiraling in their tiny minds.

“Have no fear. King Guy is not threatened or worried his crown is in jeopardy. By no means does King Guy believe any of them can take away his Kingdom and become your new ruler. That simply will not happen... Not with someone like Justin the Loser standing across from your King. Never in King Guy’s quite possibly thousand years on earth has he seen someone quite loseriffic like you. He has to question everything about you.

Like how da frick did you become a wrestler? How the heck would take the time to train someone like you? How much kool-aid did Holy Christian and the Marky Mark Ward drink before they signed you to a contract? In fact Justin. Do you even know how a ladder works? Are you capable of setting one up? Do you know the delicate mechanics of how it stand? Are you smart enough to know the angles to get it right under the crown perfectly?

Somehow-someway King Guy doubts that you do. No fault of your own though. The way the world works is that some people are born winners. Some people are born losers. You were born a loser. Every single time you travel to a show. People know you are going to lose. Every single time you march down that ramp. You lose. Every single time you are in the ring. You lose. That loser gene is deep in your DNA and you can’t stop it.

It might not be fair for King Guy to make fun of you, you clearly have a disability with that loser gene, but life isn’t fair. If you think that you are going to come for his crown. If you think you’re going to put it on your sweaty dirty greasy head and rule over his minions. If you think that you are ever going to be able to rule over Guy’s Kingdom. You got another fawkin’ thing coming pal. Guy is gonna bish slap you then make you his personal jester!”

For a moment the taunting ‘kekeke’ snicker he was known to make from time could be heard escaping the Caped Warrior.

“Connor the Muppet. This isn’t the Muppets Kingdom. You aren’t hanging out with your friends Bert and Earnie. There’s no hiding in trash cans with trash like Oscar. No weirdo in red going around tickling people. No hanging out with the Cookie Monster. And you don’t got the giant heckin’ yellow bird to lead you to success. No, you gotta find a way to pull that hand out of your butt that’s controlling you and try to join us in reality land.

A place that you’re not ready for yet. King Guy can smell the doubt and the fear you have a mile away. So many times in the past. You’ve tried to muppet around here in Sin City Wrestling. You’ve tried to make yourself a star. You’ve tried to get yourself in a position where you are true competition. You’ve tried to do everything you possibly could to even become a champion around here. Only to fall on your face and eat dirt.

And you think this time is going to be different? You think this time you can try your hand at becoming a King? You think you can just take King Guy’s crown? Sir what you fail to realize is you’re only setting yourself up to be beheaded. Guy has no problem chopping you right at the neck and letting all the stuffing just pour out muppet boyo. Especially no problems doing it when you are trying to threaten to take away the thing Guy loves most.

Here in reality-land Connor. Here in Guy’s Kingdom. All that matters is what Guy wants. Guy knows what the minions of SCW need. Guy knows what is best for them. What’s best for himself. What’s best for the whole freakin’ universe to be honest. The best thing is for Guy to stay King. So if you manage to find a way to get that hand out of your butt and manage to stand on your own two feet. Guy will be waiting just to send you back to Muppet Street!”

There was a certain energy. A certain aura about him when he spoke. That captivated every single one of the Oompa Loompas that stood in front of him. Not to mention there was just something ‘different’ about him and how he carried himself. Now than every other time before. Some may call it confidence.

“Arthur and Bulldog Bill. How dare the two of you show the type of disrespect you are showing your king? Connor, the Muppet. Justin the Loser. I get it. They’re new to this Kingdom. It’s a difficult lesson to learn, but they’re still new. You two on the other hand. You learned the lesson a year ago almost to the exact date. A year ago. You both tried to take a crown that was rightfully mine to begin with. A year ago he competed in a ladder match with Your King.  And a yeat ago you both came to learn that King Guy does not take no for an answer. This is his kingdom and no one else’s. Yet, you came back for more?!

For you Bulldog Bill. King Guy still has some sympathy. He is an animal lover. He loves all dogs. They’re amazing creatures. Truly man’s best friend. You don’t have the brain that a human has. You dang sure don’t have the super brain that King Guy has. So of course you’re going to make mistakes. Just like when you were first learning to go potty outside. It took some time, but eventually you got it. You too will understand you cannot be a King. It’s not for dogs. But it seems the only way you’re going to learn that lesson is if its a discipline type of lesson teaching.

Not something Guy wants to do. But no matter how many times he calls peta to get you out of here and take you to a safe place. His calls and please go unanswered. Therefore he has to do this on his own. You see your King out there. You’re going to bow before him like a good pupper. Then you’re going to just get out of the ring. You’re going to stay clear of Guy. You’re going to let it be an easy climb up the ladder for your King. Because if you don’t then you’re going to be short one life to your nine... wait is that cats ... uh? Doesn’t matter you know what Guy means. So just go be a puppy and roam free. Leave the ruling of the Kingdom to a true King!

And as far as you go Arthur. You aren’t like the Bulldog Bill. You do have a human brain. You should have known better. You shouldn’t have even considered this match when the Holy Christian man offered it to you. You should have said no thank you sir and just stayed far away from Guy’s Kingdom, but you didn’t. Therefore that tells your King that you wanted to disrespect him. You wanted to spit in his face. You wanted to actively take his crown. You wanted to steal something that doesn’t belong to you. Is that the type of person you want to be bringing a child into the world, Arthur?

What kind of man would you be if you taught your child that it is okay to steal or to take things that don’t belong to you? What kind of man teaches a child that it is okay to spit on someone and to show them a complete lack of respect?! King Guy will tell you what kind of man that is. That’s a douchebag of a man. That’s a man that will forever be nothing more than a peasant in the Kingdom of Guy. That is a man that’s about to have his body thrown off a ladder and left a broken mess. You will learn your lesson this time Arthur!”

A sudden collective “Oooooh Arthur Is In Trouble” came from all those mini orange green haired men. Their support for their King might be as biased as they came, but at least it was genuine support. About then Guy reached up and grabbed a hold of the crown sitting on his head. Taking it off slowly and tucking it under his arm. Like he was keeping it there for safe keepings.

“And that brings me to you Ryans Kristopher. History goes to show that you are one of the golden children of Sin City Wrestling. A man that came from a specific era. Well before Guy’s time. Well before a lot of our times. You were once considered the standard barrier of SCW. You were the World Champion. You were the top of the food chain. Every man wanted to be you. Every woman wanted to be with you. In your own right you were a King and the ruler of SCW. However with great power comes great responsibility as Uncle Ben once told Spiderman... and you fumbled that power.

You let the Kingdom of SCW slip through your fingers. You allowed yourself to be removed from the throne. To which it didn’t take much at all from what King Guy has seen. From there. Day by day. Week by week. Month by month. And year by year. You slowly but surely became a shell of your former self. Eventually, you would disappear for months upon months. You wouldn’t be heard from. Not a trace of your existence. Then a random hair would grow out of your butt and you’d come back. Try to make yourself seem like that King and that Ruler once again. Only to be slapped stupid and laughed at.

Then you’d disappear. Rinse and repeat the same actions. Over and over again for the last several years. Always being the little engine that thought he could, but not the actual little engine that could. Failing to capture that glory you once had. And it seems like now is one of the times you’ve decided to pop back up with that super photogenic face of yours. You want to stick your nose in King Guy’s business. You want to try and take King Guy’s crown. You’re going to try and sit in King Guy’s throne. To rule over his Kingdom, Let Guy tell you something brother. You picked the wrong one. You definitely picked the wrong one.”

He untucked that crown from under his arm. To be sure to hold it out in front of him. Putting true significance on it.

“This is everything to Guy. This means more than any championship could mean. This means more than any tournament to win. This means more than any Main Event. Heck this even means more to Guy than being a headliner for High Stakes or even being in the Sin City Wrestling Hall of Fame. Being the King to his minions. Being the King that people respect. Being the King that people love and adore. Being the King that everyone can get behind. And Guy will defend this till the end of earth. No former fake king slash pretty boy is man enough to take it from Guy. No bulldog’s bite can rip it away from Guy. No disrespectful peasant will be able to overcome Guy. Nor can a Muppet or certified Loser string it together to pry this from Guy’s hands. You are all doomed to fail.”

Slowly and steady Guy began to rise the crown up into the air. High and above his headThe sunshine from the outside beaming down on it and making it shine brighter than before. Every oompa loompa looking up at the crown like the minions in the claw machine from Toy Story, Guy shouting at the top of his lungs.

“LONG LIVE THE KING!”

Right then he brought the crown back down onto his head. Fitting like a glove. It was the most perfect of settings. Every single one of those little people breaking out with claps and loud cheers. Showing their support and love for their King once again. With a bit of a smirk curled over those black painted lips. Guy turned his back to the minions and went walking back inside his bouncy house castle. With nothing left to be addressed, the cameras began to roll back out to a fading scene.

[JustinSmith]

The scene opens up with Justin Smith standing in outside Disneyland Paris in Paris, France to enjoy the theme park. Before he buys his ticket, he decides to call his friend and former trainer Casey

Justin-Hey Casey, looks like I am in the King for a Day Ladder Match against Artie, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryan, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and Guy with a Cape. What do you think my chances are?

Casey-I think you have as much a chance in that style match as anyone else, as it’s a matter of who can climb the ladder to retrieve the briefcase!

Justin-I am aware, I’m not worried though, I am going to do whatever it takes to win.

Casey-I know, and I should expect you to be confident in yourself despite your record.

Justin-Yeah, and I will do my best to climb the ladder and get the briefcase.

Casey-I’ll send Dying Breed and Hitamashii to train with you.

Justin nods and waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can continue his conversation as the scene fades to black.

The next day, Justin is seen at his hotel room, getting ready to go to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.

Andrew-You’re late!

Justin-Sorry, got lost and stuck in traffic.

Ivan-Let’s work on some agility based techniques.

Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]

Andrew-At least your skill set can truly shine in a ladder match!

Justin-How so?

Ivan-You are known for your power and speed, right?

Justin-Yes.

Andrew-Let us see how we can use that to your advantage in this match, given majority of the guys are more agile than you.  Let’s see you do a corkscrew senton bomb.

Both Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin attempts the corkscrew senton bomb.

Andrew-That’s good. Now I want to see you try it again.

Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin hits the corkscrew senton bomb with more ease than the first time.

Andrew-Good job!

Dying Breed and Hitamashii continue working with Justin as the scene fades to black.

Later that night, Justin is seen at Le Colimacion for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents in Artie, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryan, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and Guy with a Cape.

Justin-Gentlemen, I know you’re a lot like me inside the ring, very intense, and very no nonsense. This is going to be a very intense matchup and that anything goes.  That is right up my alley.  I will show you guys that I am tougher than you think, and am willing to go the extra mile to get this victory. I will prove everybody that I am not a loser and when I win the King for a Day ladder match, I will be standing tall over you all, and prove to the world that even people with limited success inside the ring can still be successful and surprise everybody.  You all may underestimate me, but I have put in the work just as you all have, and will do whatever it takes to achieve that briefcase, through hell or high water.  I will not let anybody stop me from winning this match and get what I want.  You all can talk about me being less than successful all you want, but when I defeat you all, how would that make you look?  I will make you all eat crow and there is nothing you can say or do that will prevent me from success.

The scene fades to black with Justin hums his theme song “Madness” after he orders the Angus Ribeye and enjoys the culture of Paris.

[Bobbie Dahl]

Dejected. Defeated. Discouraged. So many words can be used to describe how Artie is feeling following his loss in the Clusterf**ck Fatal Fourway that determined the number one contender to Kevin Carter’s Internet Championship. He had felt good going into that match. For the first time in his short but blossoming wrestling career, he felt confident because he really wanted to win that match, even though going against a guy like Kevin Carter would have been his toughest match thus far. But…things did not work out the way Artie wanted. In the end it was Artie and Bobbie’s own friend Miles Kasey that had won the opportunity to face Kevin Carter.

Bobbie had not been at the show to support Artie, but his father had gone to Denmark with him. After the show, they had flown back to Vegas where Artie’s dad would be spending some time visiting them. With Into The Void IX coming up in a few short weeks, it still hadn’t been decided if Bobbie would be up for the trip to Paris or not.

Arnie: Hey son. How you doing out here?

Artie was currently sitting outside on the patio of his and Bobbie’s home. It was a cooler Mother’s Day in Las Vegas, so he was taking advantage of the nicer weather and had the table umbrella as his shade. Bobbie was spending the day with her mother for just a girls only day out and Loki was laying on the ground beside him. Normally Loki was Bobbie’s emotional support fur baby, but considering the emotional state of both Artie and Bobbie, Loki was taking turns between the pair of them.

Artie: I’m doing okay, I guess. Just sitting here thinking.

His father nods as he joins Artie at the table.

Arnie: You’ve been doing a lot of that this past week. Bobbie still not home yet?

Artie shakes his head.

Artie: No. I’m not going to bother them either. She just wanted to spend the day with her mom today to distract her from everything else she has been feeling. Can’t say I blame her.

Arnie: Understandable. This might be a stupid question, but you haven’t reached out to your mother have you?

Artie slowly turns his head and just gives his father with a look that says it all.

Artie: Honestly, I’ve been mulling it over since I talked to her in Denmark. But I haven’t. And truth be told, I’m not even really focused on that at the moment. I just got an email with finalized matches for Into The Void IX.

Arnie’s eyes light up as the subject quickly changes.

Arnie: Oh yeah? So what did they give you? Something good or bad?

Artie shrugs and lets out a sigh.

Artie: I don’t really know how to feel about the match they put me in. I mean, it’s a big opportunity, but I have five other opponents and it's not going to be easy at all. I was in the same match last year and didn’t win.

Arnie stares at his son with a raised eyebrow.

Artie: It’s the King For a Day ladder match. And the guy who won it last year is also in the match again this year.

Arnie: King For a Day?

Artie: Yeah. Whoever wins gets booking rights for an upcoming episode of Climax Control. But like I said, the guy who won it last year is in it again. Plus four other guys. I don’t like my chances.

Arnie shakes his head and looks away from Artie for a moment. The both remain silent for a bit until Arnie is the one to break it, trying to encourage his son.

Arnie: You really have to have more faith in yourself, son. I know you’re new to this wrestling thing and you don’t have as much experience as the rest of them, but you’ve got more heart than the rest of them. You just have to outsmart those other guys.

Artie smiles and lets out a slight laugh.

Artie: Thanks Dad, but having heart doesn’t always help you when it comes to wrestling. And you and Mom may have named me after King Arthur, but I don’t think you’ll be calling me King Arthur after this one. We’ll see though.

Arnie: You were always such a quiet and reserved kid, Artie. You never had the confidence you should have, and I’m sorry if I didn’t do more to instill it in you. I will say when Bobbie came into your life, that definitely helped.

Artie nods.

Artie: Yeah. She’s always been the stronger one between us, honestly. She’s been better at everything between us, though. Even when we were in that play when we were kids. Pretty sure I only got the part because of her.

Arnie: You remember what that play was?

Arnie grins and looks at Artie from the corner of his eye. Artie thinks for a moment and when it dawns on him, his jaw drops a bit.

Artie: Oh man. It didn’t even hit me until just now. It was about King Arthur and Excalibur!

Arnie nods.

Arnie: That it was. And as much as you didn’t want it, they cast you as Arthur, obviously.

Artie laughs and shakes his head.

Artie: I didn’t get the part because I had good acting skills, that’s for sure. I stumbled through my lines and if I remember correctly, Bobbie ended up yelling at some of the people in the audience to shut up.

Arnie: Shut their pie holes were her exact words, but yes. She’s always looked out for you no matter what. And if you ask me, I think the fact that you played that part and are now being put in this King For a Day match, it’s not a coincidence Artie. You just have to believe in yourself.

Artie goes silent for a few moments, thinking over everything in his mind. He takes a deep breath  and then shrugs again.

Artie: I don’t know, Dad. Any other time, maybe I’d believe I can do it, but right now? There’s just so much going on and I still don’t know if Bobbie is going to want to come with me to Paris or not. I really don’t think I can do this without her.

Arnie: Sure you can. If she doesn’t feel up to going, you know I’ll be there to support you, but you just have to remember that even if she’s not physically in Paris with you, she’s still got your back one hundred percent and is cheering you on. Be the man we know you are, Artie.

Artie again goes silent, and just as he does, Loki sits up and places his head on Artie’s lap. Artie scratches the top of Loki’s head, letting Loki do what he is so good at doing.

Artie: I’m gonna do my best but these guys I’m going up against..they’re no walk in the park.

Arnie: That will just make it that much sweeter when you win and prove that you can overcome any obstacle they put in front of you. You just have to shake off this self-doubt. Just go out there and whoop those guys, son.

Just then the front door can be heard closing loudly from inside the house.

“Artie?! Loki baby?! I’m hooooommmeee!”

Loki jumps up and runs inside the house to go greet a now returning Bobbie. Moments later he reappears with Bobbie right behind him with a smile on her face.

Arnie: Heya Bobbie. How was your day with your Mom?

Artie turns his attention to Bobbie.

Bobbie: It was nice. Retail therapy is the best therapy, let me tell ya! What you boys doing out here?

Arnie: We were just talking about Artie’s next match.

Bobbie’s eyes widen and she looks at Artie.

Bobbie: They release the card for Into The Void IX?! Well, tell me who ya got!

Artie sighs.

Artie: The King For a Day match against Guy with A Cape, Kris Ryans, Connor Murphy, Bill Barnhardt, and Justin Smith.

Bobbie smiles and jumps up and down excitedly.

Bobbie: Well hot damn! My baby is gonna be a King!!

Artie: Did you hear who my opponents are?!

Bobbie waves him off.

Bobbie: Ahhh no biggie, sweetie! We’ll get you ready for this match no problem! And then we can talk plans for what matches you’ll make for King For a Day!

Artie turns his attention to his father and the two just share an amused grin. It was good to see Bobbie in a good mood recently after the loss they had suffered. It was hard not to share in her enthusiasm, so Artie would do his best to do it.

For her.


“The minutes, hours and days are ticking away. And wouldn’t you know it, here we find ourselves just one week away from Into The Void IX coming live from Paris, France. The card is stacked and history will be made, but ladies and gentlemen, right now we are going to focus on just one match. One huge match with a prize so coveted that the six participants will be putting their bodies on the line just to win it. You see, folks, I’m talking about The King For a Day ladder match where the winner not only gets the crown, but also booking rights for an episode of Climax Control.”

The voice of Bobbie Dahl is heard as the camera opens up focused on a twenty foot ladder set up in the middle of a wrestling ring. No one is seen yet, as the camera remains focused on the ladder.

“Six men will be fighting for this opportunity but only one can win. But the one who will win is not the strongest. He’s not the most experienced. He’s not even last year’s winner looking to keep his crown. Oh now. The man that will win this match, is the one destined for the crown. He’s the one that everyone considers to be the least likely to win, even though a few of the other more experienced opponents of his couldn’t win a match if their lives depended on it.”

“Bobbie, try to be a little unbiased would you? My track record isn’t exactly the best either.”

Artie’s voice follows Bobbie’s.

“Whoever said I need to be unbiased?! I’m your manager wife! Everyone knows who I am rooting for to win this match anyway. Now, you hush for a few minutes until it’s time for you to do your thing, alright?!”

Artie can be heard grumbling off camera and Bobbie is heard chuckling. She clears her throat before continuing.

“You’ve all heard the chatter. You all know that everyone expects Hall of Famer Mikah’s Hall of Famer husband and baby daddy, Kris Ryans to win. Or the defending King. That weirdo Guy With a Cape to repeat and retain his crown. Connor, Bill and Justin? Eh, I’ve heard some chatter, but overall, we all know who the favorites are. But we are here to let you all know right here and now that at Into The Void IX, my valiant and wonderful husband takes his place and his crown and becomes King Arthur of Sin City Wrestling! It’s his destiny and there is NOTHING any of you can do about it!”

Just then the sounds of some type of royal music is heard playing in the background. It plays for a few moments before Artie appears in view of the camera, walking up the steel steps of the  ring. He’s wearing a King’s robe as he makes his way over to the ladder. Just above the ladder a crown can be seen hanging. He looks hesitant but after a little noise and encouragement from Bobbie, he starts to slowly climb the ladder. Eventually he makes it to the top and takes a seat as he grabs the crown and places it on his head and Bobbie cheers.

“All Hail King Arthur of Sin City Wrestling! Your one TRUE King ready to take his place where he belongs!”

Artie looks down and holds on for dear life as he closes his eyes.

“Uhhh, Bobbie. How long do I have to sit up here? This is really…high.”

“As long as it takes, Your Majesty! It’s time for you to address your kingdom! It is time for you to address the men who are trying to take what is rightfully yours! Men who don’t deserve it and who are not of noble blood!”

Artie opens his eyes and does his best to not look down again. He looks off camera, presumably at Bobbie.

“Who should I start with? I’ve got five opponents and I want to get this over with before I lose my lunch!”

Bobbie can be heard laughing.

“Start from the very bottom. The worst of the worst. Justin Smith! Tell us, Your Majesty, what you think about Justin Smith thinking he is worthy of that crown.”

Artie trembles slightly, but not at the thought of facing Justin Smith. No, he longer he sits at the top of the ladder, the more the height starts to get to him.

“I think it’s…laughable. Whoever heard of a king named Justin? No one, that’s who! People are always talking about how I am the underdog in every match I step into? Please! When is the last time Justin Smith won a match?! Why don’t they consider HIM the underdog?! Hey Bobbie, what do you think my chances are as I face Justin Smith…again”

Artie does his best to speak with confidence and get over the slow rumbling building in his stomach.

“Your chances are amazing, Your Majesty! In fact, there is ZERO chance you will lose to Justin Smith, because his track record says it all!”

“Justin Smith is a peasant! Uhh…he’s the lowest of the low! It’s funny that he has these mentors in these guys who made such a big impact in Sin City Wrestling and yet what has Justin Smith done? Nothing! He can’t win! He won’t win! He…woahhhh…”

Artie makes the mistake of raising his hands confidently and rocks the ladder just enough that it wobbles a bit. He immediately lowers his hands and holds on once again, doing his best not to fall.

“You know..I’m so tired of facing Justin Smith. Is that all that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood think I deserve as an opponent? I mean, he’s only one of five in this match, but how am I expected to talk about him and find something new to use against him if I face him week after week? I don’t want to be one of those guys that just says the same thing over and over again all the time! So once I take my crown, I’m going to make it so Justin Smith stays at the bottom of the barrel where he belongs! And nowhere near Artie’s royal kingdom!”

Bobbie claps and cheers off camera. Artie steadies himself and begins searching for a way to remain seated at the top of the ladder but without needing to grip the sides of it tightly and look like a fool.

“That’s more like it! You tell ‘em, Your Majesty!”

“Same goes for ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhardt! I’m making a royal decree right now. Once I am King, there is room for one and ONLY one royal canine in Sin City Wrestling and that is our boy Loki! No filthy and foul smelling dogs like Bulldog Bill Barnhardt and his just as foul wife, Bea! Oh the plans I’d have for them!”

“Remind me to wear a mask when we’re near them, Your Majesty. If not, I might just lose my royal lunch.”

Artie snorts and lets out a laugh and to his surprise, the ladder doesn’t move.

“Don’t worry. I will order them to be sanitized as much as is needed so everyone can be rid of their stench and foul attitudes. They will be banned from spreading their blasphemous words around the royal kingdom. Not that many people actually listen or believe anything they say, but that is besides the point. They are not worthy of being the royal coupe of Sin City Wrestling. There will be no King Bulldog William Barnhardt and his Queen Bea!”

Bobbie chuckles.

“Hehehe…I see what you did there, sweetie! But you speak the truth! The Barnhardts shall be banished once you are King!”

Artie straightens his posture even more, showing his increasing confidence.

“Bill Barnhardt likes to talk a big game, but when push comes to shove, he simply can not get the job done! When I take my crown, and I will, I will make him and his wretched wife kneel before me and kiss my boots! And then I will give them a match that they truly deserve!”

Artie nods even more confidently.

“Oh, oh, oh! Don’t forget about Connor Murphy! That cute but not cute this week Irishman!”

Artie quickly turns his head and glares off camera at Bobbie.

“Bobbie! I know you have a thing for Irish accents and all, but you’re rooting for me, remember?! No complimenting my opponents!”

“I wasn’t complimenting him, Your Majesty! I was just…oh nevermind. Just get along with it, will you?! Everyone wants to hear you address Connor Murphy!!”

Artie sighs and shakes his head.

“Connor Murphy again, too, huh?! I just faced him a few weeks ago as we both were vying for a shot at Kevin Carter’s Internet Championship. Needless to say, we both lost, but this match will be different! This is a ladder match and the crown that is destined to sit on my head will not be going anywhere near his filthy lockes! Nor will it be associated in anyway with the likes of a man who called himself a Nobody!!”

“But his Nobody days are in the past, Your Majesty! He trains with Vixen Staggs now!”

Artie waves this off with a laugh.

“Vixen Staggs?! What has she done recently? She’s long been retired, and just like Justin Smith, her training sessions are apparently doing no good, because Connor has done nothing since his return. And he wants to be King For a Day? HA! No, sir. Not going to happen!”

In a moment of forgetfulness, Artie stands up on the ladder, and it wobbles. But he gets so lost in his King Arthur character that he doesn’t even notice.

“Uhh, Artie, sweetie…You might want to–”

“I’ve had training from Fenris and even Miles helped out, but do people think I’m somebody to watch out for? No! They consider me just as much a Nobody as Connor Murphy was! It’s outrageous! I will not stand for it!!”

Artie begins swinging his fist in the air, and as Bobbie tries to warn him, it falls on deaf ears. Eventually Artie slips and goes sliding straight down the ladder, landing flat on his rear end in the ring! Bobbie rushes into the ring and right by him and he lays back, looking up at the ceiling. Bobbie is right at his side and looks down at him.

“How…how was I doing?”

Bobbie laughs and shakes her head.

“Well, you were getting really good towards the end there, but then you weren’t paying attention. You okay, sweetie?

Bobbie helps Artie sit up straight. His ego seems to be wounded more than his physical body and he shakes his head.

“No. I don’t stand a chance in this match, Bobbie. Going up against guys like Justin, Bill and Connor are one thing, but I still have to worry about Kris Ryans and Guy. I’m gonna make an even bigger fool of myself out there.

Bobbie sits down right next to him and rubs his back. She is about to say some words of encouragement but Artie continues speaking.

“Take guys like Kris Ryans. He’s a former World Heavyweight Champion. He’s married to Mikah who holds the longest reign for World Bombshell Champion. He’s a Hall of Famer and I’m put up against him? Most people would be excited, but I’m terrified! Kris Ryans is a freaking legend and I’m totally out of my element with this one. How do I stop a guy like that from climbing that ladder and taking the crown and then having to deal with whatever matches he makes for Climax Control?”

Bobbie takes a deep breath and then lets out a sigh.

“Sweetie, you were getting so confident the longer you sat at the top of that ladder. You were so close to getting to your parts about Kris and Guy, but what happened?”

“I fell hard on my ass.”

Bobbie’s jaw dropped.

“You swore!”

Artie shrugs.

“The situation called for it. But its still true. I fell hard on my ass. And no doubt I will do the same at Into The Void IX.”

“Of course you will! But you know what you do? You get your cute little ass back up! You go out there and outsmart Kris Ryans and Guy With a Cape because you were meant for this!”

“Has anyone ever really outsmarted Kris Ryans, though? I mean, really? He usually is the one outsmarting other people. As hated as the guy has been over the years, he’s pretty damn smart and he’s backed up everything he’s said he was going to do. If he wants King For a Day that much…he’ll do everything to embarrass me out there.”

“Oh I’m sure over the next week we can come up with a plan to handle Kris Ryans. I think your biggest threat out there though…is Guy.”

Artie nods and scratches his head.

“Trust me, I know. I’m still kicking myself for not doing more to stop him from being King for A Day last year. I don’t know who was worse to deal with as winners of these matches, him or Victoria Lyons…”

Bobbie shudders.

“Oh I think Victoria has been worse to deal with. Guy is at least entertaining.”

Artie rolls his eyes.

“I guess. But he’s still…A few nuts and bolts short of a full toolbox if you know what I mean. Like, what is his deal? I can’t pay attention long enough to really figure it out, because he’s so all over the place. And why would they put him in this match again? He was already King For a Day once! He doesn’t need another chance to be King again! And who knows what madness he’ll make this year if he wins?!”

Bobbie shakes her head.

“He WON’T win, sweetie. Because YOU will. We just need to build your confidence a bit more just like we’ve built that muscle up in recent months. If you want it that bad, go out there and take it. I’ll be right by your side rooting for you!”

“You mean…you’re coming with me to Paris?”

“Of course I’m coming with you. I wouldn’t be anywhere else!”

Artie throws his arms around Bobbie, hugging her tight. She smiles and wraps her arms around him.

“With you there, I can do this! I’ll do whatever I have to do to beat all of those guys and make you proud! Guy thinks he is going to retain his crown this year? He’ll slip and that crown will be mine!”

“So your confidence relies on me being there with you?”

Artie leans back and looks at Bobbie thinking for a second.

“It doesn’t so much rely on you being there as it relies on your happiness. We’ve been struggling a lot lately with everything and I just want both of us to turn it around. I honestly don’t want to do any of this without you there. It just feels…weird.”

“Well, you won’t have to, because I’ll be there. And things are going to turn around, sweetie. First, with you winning King for A Day and then after that? The sky is the limit! Do you believe in yourself enough to win?”

He thinks for a moment, shrugs and then nods a bit.

“I guess so. More than I did before, but I have a whole week to really prepare myself. I want to win this so bad, Bobbie. I want to win just one match on my own and not just any match…but a match that literally the odds are stacked totally against me and facing those five guys next week? I’ve gotta win this one.”

Bobbie pats his leg and smiles.

“That’s the spirit! King Arthur for the win! With that attitude, nobody can stop you!”

Bobbie pushes herself back to her feet and holds out her hand to help Artie back up.

“Hey! Connor can’t stop me!”

They both let out a laugh and when Artie jumps back to his feet, he winces a little and rubs his butt.

“Oww…I don’t think my ego is all that was bruised with that fall…”

Bobbie chuckles and helps him towards the steps.

“Come on, let’s go ice your bruised behind…”

She lets out a loud laugh as Artie just glares at her. But he soon laughs too as the two leave the ring and walk off camera before the scene fades to black.

[Andrew]

KING FOR A DAY MATCH AT INTO THE VOID IX PART 2

Narrator:  We. . .Bill Barnhart sure knows how to stir things up. . .Bill know how to shake things up. . .it is like he just walked into your home and dropped a Piranha into your fish tank in your living room and you are screaming and freaking out as the Piranha gobbles up your price fish in the tank. With that comment out of the way I now turn you over to Bill Barnhart, along with Bea Barnhart so they can continue the concept of what I just said.

The scene shifts to the Accor Arena in Paris, France, where Bill Barnhart has a KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH with the other participants being Artie, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryans, Justin Smith, and Guy With A Cape. Bill is standing in front of the wrestling ring where his match will take place with Bea standing at his side.

Bill:  Hi and welcome to my comments concerning my upcoming King For A Day Ladder Match against Artie, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryans, Justin Smith, and Guy With A Cape. Unlike other matches where there may be multiple wrestlers involved this one is way more amusing as it is a King For A Day Ladder match. The winner of this match, ME of course, earns the full booking rights for a future of Climax Control.

Bea:  Although I will be at ringside for Bill’s match I am there for moral support since there isn’t much I can do, as his Manager, to keep things from getting out of hand. From they way I see this match it is an all-out, beat down, kick ass, match with the winner being the first wrestler to be able to climb the ladder the grab the King For A Day Crown is the winner. Bill, of course, will easily win this match. Just letting you know ahead of time so you will not be surprised when Bill wins.

Bill:  Thanks for the vote of confidence Bea. Now it is time for me to present additional information for my five opponents to think about. The first item on my list is what my father taught me while I was growing up. My father is William Barnhart Senior and he served for 20 years in the United States Navy. Father served in both the Korean and Vietnam Wars. Father told me that as a Military person, especially in a war time situation, you have to be exceptionally aware of what is going on around you. You have to be mentally quick to avoid a sneak attack or some other item that could severely harm you or kill you. Father also told me that in order to survive you have to be one step ahead of your opponents, or enemies if in a time of war, so that you are initiating the damage instead of taking damage from your opponents.

Bea:  You father was a wise man Bill.

Bill:  And that is why I am also a wise man Bea.

Bea:  Would you please tell the viewers how this KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH works.

Bill:  The concept is simple. There are six wrestlers involved in the match. This is not a weapons-oriented match it is a match where the first wrestler who can climb the ladder and take possession of the Crown which will make them the new KING FOR A DAY it is pretty much trying to keep your five opponents from climbing the ladder to grab the crown while you try to keep them from climbing the ladder and grabbing the crown.

Bea:  Well, Bill, I know you have what it takes to win this match and I am cheering you on. However if one of the others win the match stuff like that happens.

Bill:  You are right Bea. However the match turns out I will support the wrestler who won the match. Even with that concept on my mind I still want to give some final input to my five opponents.

Bea:  You didn’t tell me you were going to do that. Keeping secrets from your wife and Manager?

Bill:  Nope! I will present what is on my mind and that will be the end of it. I just want my opponents to be informed. First I address Artie. Honestly, Artie, I am not sure how you won your match to get into this King For A Day Ladder Match but your presence in this match makes me laugh because you are a clown. Connor Murphy is a highlight in this match as he continues to perform well in all his assigned matched. Justin Smith you are about as efficient as a clogged toilet so there is no need for me to go into further reasons why your appearance in this match is hilarious. Kris Ryans is in this match and I guess it was more of a pity assignment than earning his way into this match. Lastly the current King For A Day is, by far, the only wrestler in the match who stands equal to me in this match.

Bea:  With that said how do you think this match is going to end and who will win the match?

Bill: I feel this match comes down to myself and Guy With A Cape as the two wrestlers who have the best shot at winning this match. However this match ends up for sure Guy With A Cape and myself will be the two wrestlers everyone will talk about on this match for a very long time.

Bea:  Anything in closing you wish to state?

Bill:  I ask the fans, and the other wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling to pay attention to me in this match. I plan on kicking some ass and walking away with the Crown.

Bea motions to the camera person to inform them their comments for Bill’s upcoming match are done and that they can close their camera feed whenever they want. The camera person motions to them that they have just cut the camera feed and our screen goes dark.

[GUY]

Cameras found themselves opening to one of the most famous spots in Paris. Maybe one of the most famous spots in the entire world. The very grounds where the Eiffel Tower happened to be. Right there at the very bottom of the eiffel tower. A very large gathering of people could be seen. Lots of chatter and whispering amongst this large crowd. It didn’t take long to figure out what all the chatter was about. Thanks to those cameras revealing an interesting scene.

Right under that tower was the familiar face of the man they called Guy With Cape. Placed upon the top of his head ever so proudly was his King’s Crown. He was pacing back and forth in front of six old fashioned guillotines. Trapped in each one of those was a life sized realistic wax doll representing the likes of Bill Barnhart, Justin Smith, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryans, and Artie. His pacing continued for a couple of seconds before he stopped and looked out at the crowd.

“Citizens of Paris and Minions of King Guy. Allow your King to welcome you to today’s Public Execution!”

His hands went up into the air in such an excited manner. However his words weren’t exactly met with the same excitement from the large crowd. Instead gasps and concerned looks on faces is what he was met with.

“The public executions of some of the most vile men to ever walk Guy’s Kingdom. Guy is talking about men that have failed in epic proportions. We are talking about men that have flat out told incriminating lies, have engaged in blaspeh behavior, and tried to take things that did not belong to them. Guy is talking about men that have done nothing with their lives but waste the air that is in their lungs. These men deserve everything that is coming to them. All of which is going to be by the hand of their king and yours!”

Guy sounded quite thrilled with himself. Although there were still some mixed reactions from all those people watching. All eyes remained on Guy with him walking over to the guillotine that had the wax doll of Justin Smith. Placing his hand on the handle to the switch of the guillotine. Looking back at the crowd.

“This right here is Justin Smith. And...”

Without any proper warning. He pulled that handle and the blade came down within a blink of an eye. Catching right on the back of the neck wax dummy. The head resembling Justin came smooth off and went rolling on the grass towards the crowd. Leading to more gasps of shock coming from each of them.

“That’s what the outcome is for Justin. Off with his head right away. There’s no point in having King Guy waste his words on him. No point in King Guy taking the time to think about him. Absolutely no point in all of you minions paying the man any slightest bit of attention. He is simply a waste of space. And Guy understands that’s a little ruder than he usually is. He understands that it’s far more blunt that he usually is. He also understands that it might upset my minions. However, sometimes a King has to be rude. A king has to be blunt. A king has to upset some people for the betterment of his Kingdom. Guy has always protected you minions. He has always had what is best for you in mind. You’ll one day understand that and will go back to loving your King... But as far as Justin Smith goes. Sucks to suck loser, but it’s something you are used to at this point.”

Such a nonchalant shrug escaped the shoulders of Guy. He found himself walking on over to the next guillotine. The wax doll made to represent Connor Murphy becoming the next bit of focus. Guy holding onto the handle that controlled the blade. Looking right at that wax dummy.

“Connor The Muppet. Guy very recently learned from his British frens. That calling you a muppet means far much more than he ever imagined. It means something entirely different than having a hand shoved up your bum and controlling everything you do. Apparently to be a Muppet, it means that you are foolish. It means you are incompetent. It means you are stupid. Again, Guy understands that being rude isn’t what you folks are used to. Probably not what you expected from Guy at all Connor. But now that this has been pointed out to Guy. He has no choice but to admit it’s the truth.

You are the stupid. You are the incompetent. You are heckin’ foolish. Especially since you thought that you could come all the way here to Paris and challenge Guy for his crown. The crown that sits on top of his head is a sacred crown. It is meant to only be worn by a king. Not someone who at best would be considered a jester. After how many times now have you embarrassed yourself? How many times have you made a butt of yourself? How many times have you tried to obtain a big goal and failed? Causing people to laugh at you? Almost every heckin’ time since you came back to the wonderful world of Sin City Wrestling.

By now King Guy would have thought that you would have come back to reality and just realized you can’t get the job done. No shame in admitting something like that. Some people can’t be good wrestlers. Some people can’t win awards or championships. Some people just can’t reach the top of the mountain. And most people cannot become Kings. There would be nothing wrong with admitting that, but because of those three things. The stupidness, the incompetent-ness, and the foolishness. You won’t admit it. So you’re forcing Guy’s hand and forcing him to teach you a valuable lesson.”

By now with the crowd that was watching. They were starting to become a little vocal. Their displeasures were being heard. Something that was new for Guy. because he was used to cheers and people loving him. He was used to the minions reacting positively, but this wasn’t the case. He eyeballed them for a second with that puzzled look.

“You will never be King, Muppet!”

He pulled the handle and it was just as quick as the first guillotine. That blade came down catching the wax doll right on the back of the neck. Cutting off the head resembling Connor. Guy unbothered as he walked on to the next guillotine.

“Ryans Kristopher. What a true disappointment.”

Shaking his head from side to side in such a somber manner. Reaching out to grab that handle.

“Despite King Guy believing that no one should be allowed to challenge him for his crown. The fact still remained that Guy had heard many-many great things about you. From being a Hall of Fame worthy talent. Being a multi-time champion. Twice with the World Championship.Twice with the Roulette Championship. As well as a former Internet Champion and Mixed Tag Team Champion. You were one of the most talked about men of SCW. At times the most loved. Other times the most hated. A true success story that climbed his way to the top. Not like the others in this match. You would have brought your best. Guy would have looked forward to it.

But there was always going to be that chance you ended up disappointing. Something Guy didn’t want to believe was true. Something that Guy was willing to ignore. All for the sake of good competition. You see as much as those people talked highly of you and your achievements. They’d also in the same breath talk about your shortcomings. They would say things behind your back about dropping the ball. About slipping through the cracks. About how you always ended up caving to the pressure of success. Again, it’s not something King Guy wanted to believe. It’s not something King Guy wanted to give attention to.

However... Here we are a few days away from this historic match where Guy is going to make history with back to back crown wins. Only for Guy starting to realize that maybe those people are right. Guy is seeing the self doubt in you heading into this match. King Guy is starting to feel like there isn’t going to be a challenge for him. In fact King Guy is starting to feel like he’s just going to bulldoze right over the legend that is Ryans Kristopher. As much as Guy knows he was always going to win. As much as he knew that the crown was always going to stay his. As much as he knew his Kingdom was never in any danger. He didn’t want it to go this way. You’ve truly let down your king. That’s unacceptable.”

Boos were ringing out a little louder. Making it clear that there were some major Kris Ryans fans amongst the group. Guy didn’t give a proper response. Instead he just pulled on that handle. To send the blade flying down to cut the head off the wax doll representing Kris. Something that didn’t do him any favors with the live crowd. Guy just moved along.

“That brings King Guy to you, Bulldog Bill. All week long. All week long. You’ve been barking. Barking. Barking and barking some more. It’s not even an impressive big dog bark. It’s more of like the little yapper little dog bark that’s heckin’ annoying and no one wants to listen to. Not very flattering of you at all, Bill. And truth be told your King doesn’t exactly know what you’re barking about. He doesn’t speak woof-woof. However, if Guy had to guess. You’ll probably barking to complain bout how this weekend the ladders aren’t going to be very dog friendly. But, everyone knows there is a reason for that. Dogs aren’t meant to compete in wrestling matches. Unless they’re hosted by Michael Vick and that’s super scary!

And a ladder match sure as frick isn’t a place for a dog. So many bad things could happen to you. A ladder could fall on you. Hurt your little spine. Your tail could get caught between one of those ladders and cause you lots of pain. Someone could accidentally step on one of those paws of yours. So many bad things that could happen to you. It’s such a scary thing to think about. And each time King Guy crosses your path. He tries to do the right thing. He calls Peta but they won’t do anything. The Holy Christian man keeps putting you in these situations. Showing he’s not a dog lover. It’s finally coming down to the King to do something he doesn't want to do, but it seems like it’s the only option. Guy apologizes to you, Bulldog Bill!”

Lowering his head down in shame. He pulled on the handle. The same motion continued. The blade sliding down with force. Taking the wax doll’s head off that resembled the man he was talking about. That seemed like it was taking it too far. Because several people began to walk away. The crowd started to thin out in a matter of seconds. Guy walking up to the last guillotine.

“How strange. How very-very strange. That the masses believe that Artie and King Guy are destined to battle it out at the top of a ladder for Guy’s crown. How very odd that Artoe amd King Guy are destined to fight over being able to call themselves King.”

For the few people that had stuck around. Guy was looking out at all of them.

“One year ago. You and King Guy shared the ring for the first time. Same situation. Same setting. Competing in that ladder match. Aiming to grab the crown. Aiming to call ourselves King. Only difference was last year. All the minions were sleeping on you, Artie. All the minions were sleeping on King Guy. They were foolishly buying into the Fake Good Guy, ‘Power Bottom’ Carter. Only for the minions to show they didn’t know what they were talking about and didn’t know what a good thing was.

‘Power Bottom’ Carter ended up letting the minions down whereas You and King Guy stepped up. We made that match entertaining. We made that match memorable. We made the King for a Day ladder match mean something. Where it hadn’t truly meant something in many many years. For you, Artie. You started to step out of your shell for the first time. You began to show you were more than just a male cheerleader for your wifey. Meanwhile King Guy was showing he had all the qualities to be a King. He showed why he should have been king all along.

Guy was... locked in ... That’s the term the minions like to use. And while you did show some spunk Artie. In the end, it was clear that you were just SuperBad and never going to actually be able to go the distance. Guy snatched that crown right up from you. Took his rightful place as King. Only to go on to book the most entertaining Climax Control that there has ever been. Something that you wouldn’t have been able to do. If you had gotten lucky. There is no heckin’ way you could have done what King Guy did.

But despite being put in your place. Being shown you cannot be king. By being defeated once before. Here we find ourselves a year later. You’re trying once again. You’re trying to take Guy’s crown. You’re trying to take Guy’s kingdom. You’re hell bent on being this Fake King to all of Guy’s minions. Not to mention these minions are starting to back you. They’re starting to believe in you. They’re starting to back you as King. That does not sit right with Guy. It doesn’t sit right with him one bit. That means there is only one thing for King Guy to do.”

A narrowed expression was overcoming the current King’s face. All while the crowd was vocalizing their support for a new King. That was really becoming a turning point for Guy. Something he did not like.

“It has to be a very violent lesson that you are taught. It has to be a lesson that haunts your professional and personal life for years and years to come. See right now King Guy has you figured out. You only want the crown to say that you did it. To say you have finally done something with your career. To say that you’ve finally achieved something in Sin City Wrestling. Since any other time you’ve tried. You have failed. Failed a year ago. Failed to win Blast From The Past. Not once but twice. Couldn’t win a Fatal Four way to become the Number One Contender for the Internet Championship.

So with all those failures piling up. You want this win so bad. You want the crown so bad. You want to call yourself a King for a Day. But what you don’t seem to understand is that wants and needs are vastly different from each other. A need will always outweigh a want. Guy NEEDS to win the ladder match. Guy NEEDS to keep his crown right where it is at. Guy NEEDS to be the King because his Kingdom NEEDS him and NEEDS his guidance. And more than anything. Guy doesn’t need to be King for just a day. No-no. Guy NEEDS to be King every day. For three hundred and sixty five of them. He needs to be King forever and ever and ever.

Get it through your thick skull Artie. No matter how much you may want something to happen. No matter how much you may wish for something to happen. No matter how much you pray for something to happen. Sometimes it just isn’t meant to be. This is one of those times. And it seems the only way Guy is going to make you see that as a reality is if he hurts you really-really badly. Taking ladders to your head. Making sure you end up with Antonio Brown like CTE. Tossing your scrawny body off the top of ladders. Leaving you with broken bones and torn muscles. And then forcing you to watch Guy climb the ladder to take his crown. Breaking your heart into millions and millions of pieces!”

Guy paused for a second just looking at the wax doll resembling Artie.

“You are never going to be a King. It didn’t happen last year. It won’t happen this year. It won't happen next year. Artie... You just don’t have it in you. A kingdom needs a confident king. And last Guy heard you pee-pee down your leg when you saw your own shadow. This is the only way you are going to get it. So off with your head!”

Yanking that handle down with force. The blade slung down and in an effortless manner. Cut the head of the wax doll. It started to roll down on the grass. Before it could go too far. Guy snatched the wax head up and held it in his hands for a brief second.

“KING GUY WILL FOREVER RULE!”

Dropping the head from his hands. As it was in mid-air Guy proceeded to kick it towards the remaining crowd. Shrieks of horror and even disbelief was heard as the crowd proceeded to take off running in opposite directions of each other. To make sure the wax head never hit any of them. Holding his hands up in the air in a triumphant manner. From there the cameras slowly started to fade out.


Time was winding down...

It was only a few hours from now where the King for a Day Ladder Match would be taking place in front of all the wonderful fans of Paris. Six men were going to get the chance to compete for a crown that gave them quite a bit of power. Power that resulted in them being able to take charge of a Climax Control and put their peers into some interesting positions. As well as a chance to abuse the power for their own benefit if they chose to go down that road.

Inside the locker room area Guy found himself sitting down in a steel chair. On the counter in front of him were all his bottles of face paint. With his trusty golden paintbrush in hand, he was dipping it into the paint that he had squirted out. Getting a nice glob of white paint on the end of the brush. Guy looked at his reflection in the mirror for a brief second. Closing his eyes and starting to paint over his closed eyelids.

That cooling sensation from the paint on his eyelids sent a small chill up his fine. He was always excited about putting his face paint together. And made sure to be careful to let no one see him without it. After a nice coat was on. He opened his eyes, but as soon as he did. He was looking back at that very strange and evil looking reflection of himself. Something he hadn’t seen in weeks. Scaring him for a moment, but he couldn’t look away. Control was taken from him.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- How satisfying did it feel the other day?

Hearing that reflection of his speak. It was his voice, but just far more raspy. That made things all that more frightening.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Speaking from the depths of my dark heart. Trashing those that don’t respect you. Forcing those mindless idiots you call your minions to see you in a new light. Very very liberating in letting me shine and letting me take control. Don’t you agree?

[ G U Y ] --  No.

For a second Guy was a little surprised that he had enough control to actually speak. But that was a positive right? Maybe this was just a bad dream and he didn’t realize it. Just a figment of his imagination. None of it actually being real. He spoke again and directed those words at the reflection.

[ G U Y ] --  Guy hasn’t needed you for a very-very long time. Not since he was a young boy. There is no need for you to show your face now. There is no need for you to become involved in Guy’s day to day life. There is no need for you to interfere with anything that Guy has going on.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Clearly. You weren’t listening to me following that loss to J2H. A couple weeks ago. You do need me. You do need me to interfere. You do need me to take control and to lead you in the right direction. Who you are. How you go about your business. Everything that you’ve done so far has been a flop. It has been a failure. You’ve got people laughing at you. You’re losing the respect of people. It’s sad, but I am here to do what I have always done for you.

[ G U Y ] --  Create nothing but trouble for Guy?! No thank you. Those years are behind us now!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- And as always you are showing you’re nothing more than an ungrateful prick. Don’t you forget who was there when your mother was too much of an alcoholic to give you the time of day. Don’t forget who was there when she didn’t want to believe in your interest or support your dreams. And don’t forget who was there when your father walked out on the both of you!

That little bit. It forced all the repressed memories that Guy had seemingly forgotten about to come rushing back. To fill his head. To bring him back to the very moment he created his ‘alter ego’ to have someone to talk to. Someone to confide in. Someone to make him believe in himself when everyone around him made him not believe in himself.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- I have never created trouble for you. Instead I have boosted you up. I have made you who you are. I’ve made sure you’ve always had the confidence to reach for the sky. But here lately you’ve lost that confidence and you’ve allowed yourself to slip. That’s what I have to be here again. It’s why I did what I did the other day. And I don’t see anything wrong with what I did!

[ G U Y ] --  Everything! Everything was wrong!

He found himself getting a little upset when he spoke. The urge to ball up his fist was very much there, but he just couldn’t do it. That frozen state controlled him, but he still had that vocal control. For no other reason than it appeared his alter ego was allowing it.

[ G U Y ] --  You were reckless. You were careless. You showed no proper respect for Guy’s opponents. Sure, some of them are a little annoying. Some of them at times push things too far. They get under Guy’s skin. And they’re threatening his crown, but you didn’t have to do what you did. You didn’t have to say what you said. Mutual respect goes a long way.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- No it doesn’t. I have been trying to get you to see that for as long as I can remember. Mutual respect means nothing! It just makes you a push over to those that want all the success for themselves.

[ G U Y ] --  And to attack Guy’s minions? That’s uncalled for! Guy loves his minions. Guy adores his minions. They love and adore him back. Everything you did the other day was aiming to make them upset at him. Aiming to make them not like him. Aiming to make them abandon Guy. That’s not what Guy wants at all!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- That’s too damn bad! Those ‘minions’ aren’t real fans of yours They aren’t what you believe that they are. Their support is fake. It’s not genuine. Like I said they’re laughing at you these days. They’re not laughing with you. So who the hell cares if you upset them?! Who the hell cares if they don’t support you anymore?! You need to put yourself and your own desires first!

[ G U Y ] --  Guy cares! Guy is the one that cares! Guy is nothing without his minions! He celebrates his goals and desires with them!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- And you wonder why you haven’t been able to ever call yourself a champion. It’s that awful mindset right there that is constantly holding you back!

Those words from his alter ego’s reflection were very cutthroat. Not holding back even in the slightest. It felt like a knife was being pushed right into Guy’s chest when he was forced to hear those words. Not even getting a chance to say anything before he was being ridiculed once again.

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Instead of being called a champion. You are more concerned with being a King. You’re concerned with wearing some plastic crown on your head. You’re concerned with being able to fantasy book one night. Only primary focus is putting together silly matches that people just mock you for anyway. This is just stupid. It’s laughable. You could be more than you are, but you don’t want to take that leap. So, I’m going to force you to take it!

[ G U Y ] --  You’re not going to force Guy to do anything!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- Yet, I already started the other day. I’ve already got those people you care about looking at you differently. I’ve made sure that your opponents see you in a new light. They’re not seeing you as a goofball. They’re not seeing you as a laughable person. No, they’re seeing you in the light you were meant to be viewed in. With some edge to you. They might be pissed at the things I said for you about them, but they’re going to get over it when they realize they can’t stop us.

[ G U Y ] --  Why are you not listening?! There is no us!

[ A L T E R . E G O . G U Y ] -- You’re wrong. You’re very-very wrong. There is an us. I’m going to step in tonight. I’m going to make you look untouchable. I am going to make you invincible. I’ll let you feel like you had a win with this stupid King shit, but once we have the right to control that one show. I’m stepping back in and we’re going to do things my way. We’re going to punish people that should have been punished. We’re going to put you in prime positions you should have never been passed up for. Evil Guy is going to be the best thing for Sin City Wrestling.

That reflection let out a deep, almost demonic-like laugh. Guy staring back at the reflection and narrowing his eyes. Anger was truly running through his veins. Not one to ever feel that emotion. Suddenly he had control of himself again in full form. Shouting at the top of his lungs as he rose to his feet with his fist doubled up.

[ G U Y ] --  No! No! No! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

He swung his clenched up firsts forward against the mirror where his reflection was. The impact caused that glass to shatter into so many pieces. It came crumbling all the wall of the locker room. Hitting the table directly in front of Guy. Sending those broken shards of glass across the table, onto the floor, into his paint, and just making a huge mess. For a few seconds he just stood there. Red in his face. Blood boiling. Heavy panting.

[ G U Y ] --  You’re wrong. You’re so very wrong. Guy is fine without you. Guy doesn’t need you. Guy doesn’t want you here. Guy can do this all on his own. All on his own dangit!

If anything at that moment it felt like he was trying to convince himself. Yes, he had suffered some setbacks. Yes, he had failed to capture championship gold. Yes, that loss to J2H seemingly put him in a funk that he had struggled to get out of. But the minions still loved him. Or at least he thought they did. That was far more important than any win. It was far more important than a championship victory. Right?

By then his heart beat was starting to slow back down. That red color in his face was starting to flush out. His blood wasn’t boiling like it had been seconds ago. Forcing the man to look around a little bit and see the damage that he had done. Again another flash back of memories hitting him. All the way back to when he was a kid and he was in tune with that alter ego. This was the type of trouble he was talking about. The violent outbursts. The unpleasant thoughts.

None of it was good. Guy had to find a way to get it under control and find away to make his alter ego go away again... but for now the focus remained on being the King.

[JustinSmith]

The scene opens up with Justin Smith standing in outside Musée de L’Orangerie (Orangery Museum) in Paris, France to enjoy the museum. Before he buys his ticket, he decides to call his friend and former trainer Casey Williams

Justin-Hey Casey, looks like I am in the King for a Day Ladder Match against Artie, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryan, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and Guy with a Cape. What do you think my chances are?

Casey-I think you have as much a chance in that style match as anyone else, as it’s a matter of who can climb the ladder to retrieve the briefcase!

Justin-I am aware, I’m not worried though, I am going to do whatever it takes to win.

Casey-I know, and I should expect you to be confident in yourself despite your record.

Justin-Yeah, and I will do my best to climb the ladder and get the briefcase.

Casey-I’ll send Dying Breed and Hitamashii to train with you.

Justin nods and waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can continue his conversation as the scene fades to black.

The next day, Justin is seen at his hotel room, getting ready to go to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.

Andrew-You’re late!

Justin-Sorry, got lost and stuck in traffic.

Ivan-Let’s work on some different techniques.

Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]

Andrew-At least your skill set can truly shine in a ladder match!

Justin-How so?

Ivan-You are known for your power and speed, right?

Justin-Yes.

Andrew-Let us see how we can use that to your advantage in this match, given majority of the guys are more agile than you.  Let’s see you do a spear.

Both Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin attempts the spear.

Andrew-That’s good. Now I want to see you try it again.

Justin and Ivan get into position and Justin hits the spear with more ease than the first time.

Andrew-Good job!

Dying Breed and Hitamashii continue working with Justin as the scene fades to black.

Later that night, Justin is seen at Bouillon Chartier for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents in Artie, Connor Murphy, Kris Ryan, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and Guy with a Cape.

Justin-Gentlemen, I I know you guys think very little of me and my chances in winning this match due to my past in the company, but I am going to prove you all wrong when I climb up that ladder and secure the briefcase, and there is nothing nobody can do to stop me.  I will prove that I truly belong here in SCW, despite all the negativity about how I am a terrible wrestler and how I should not even be considered a threat.  That is the kind of stuff I heard my whole life, so hearing it again here is no surprise.  It just shows me how pathetic you are all, because you are all nothing more than bullies and when I stand up on that ladder, briefcase in hand, I will have had the last laugh, because I have shown my resiliency and toughness through thick and thin and nothing that anybody can say will keep me from achieving my dreams of becoming SCW World Champion.

The scene fades to black with Justin hums his theme song “Madness” after he orders the Roast sea bass with sauce vierge and enjoys the culture of Paris.

[Bobbie Dahl]

A Royal Address
Paris, France
Broadcasting Around The World

It has always been known that the coronation of a new king or queen is always a grand affair. Generally these coronations take place months, sometimes even longer than a year, past the date in which the king or queen ascended to the throne. Regardless of when the coronations are held, it is always a spectacle that no one wants to miss. Sometimes even a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness.

For Sin City Wrestling, such an event will happen every year. Granted their King and Queen are crowned in much different circumstances but a King is a King and a Queen is a Queen right? In just two days time, the King and Queen for A Day matches will be held and everyone will find out just who will hold the honor of King and Queen for A Day…for the next year. Confusing, isn’t it? Come on, this is Sin City Wrestling. Nothing has to make complete sense!

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. You all are about to be graced with your next King For A Day giving his first Royal Address, and everyone around the world will bare witness to the greatness that will ascend to the SCW throne this Sunday. He is all too eager and happy to speak to all of you and show you why he will be the greatest King For A Day that SCW has ever seen and will ever see!

The Royal stage is set. A backdrop of a beautiful palace is displayed and on either side of a podium are stationed two “royal guards.” The camera focuses on the podium for a few moments until it pans out enough to see Artie, or King Arthur rather, walking up to the podium. He is wearing his crown and is dressed in his royal attire complete with a long robe draped around his shoulders. The sounds of camera’s flashing in the background are heard and as he steps up to the podium, he waves to those who may be in attendance, and those watching.

Artie: Bonjour! Hello and good day to all of my royal subjects and those watching at home. Today I stand before you, a humbled man, ready to take on the duty of being your SCW King For A Day. It is a duty that, up until recently, I never imagined I would have the incredible honor to have.

He pauses for a moment, gripping each side off the podium and maintaining a grateful smile on his face. He looks around, as if looking at anyone who may be in attendance but off camera before turning his focus back into the camera.

Artie: I did not imagine I would be your King For A Day, but as the day quickly approaches, I have had many visions and realizations that have proven to me that I will indeed be crowned your SCW King For A Day despite the several obstacles that will be standing in my way. Obstacles in the form of five other opponents. But try as they might, they will walk away disappointed and empty handed!

As he pauses again, clapping and cheering can be heard in the background, the sounds of a large group of supporters. He smiles again and nods his head slowly.

Artie: Before I am crowned your new SCW King For A Day on Sunday, taking over the throne from one of the very men I will be facing, I want to take a few moments to address that very man. He has held the crown and the title for the last year, but I can not stand before you and say that he has held either well or with grace! Not at all, because King Guy With a Cape has been a disgrace to the crown. He does not know how to be a true king because he was never meant for the role in the first place.

He takes a few moments to gather his next thoughts and his hands still grip the sides of the podium.

Artie: King Guy has treated this crown, and the responsibilities to you the people as nothing more than a joke. He talks in such a way that proves how uneducated he is and it proves that him winning the crown last year was nothing more than a fluke! A fluke that I unfortunately could not stop happening in the first place, because I fought for the crown last year as well. But, you see…I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t worthy and in my weakness, it allowed someone like Guy With a Cape to take the crown for himself. And he believes I am trying to steal it from him?

He raises his right hand and index finger, waving it back and forth in a “no, no, no” fashion.

Artie: Wrong, King Guy! Very wrong! It is YOU who stole the crown from ME last year. And I am simply doing what needs to be done to bring it back to where it belongs! To the one true king, King Arthur! You had your moment, King Guy. You made the matches of your choosing for an episode of Climax Control, but it simply will NOT happen again! On Sunday, you return to your role as a peasant and royal subject to ME. And maybe if you are nice, I will give you a decent match in return. But we shall see.

He smiles and rests his hands on the podium for a moment, giving them a break from the grip he had on it. He looks around at all of his “royal subjects”, smiling proudly before moving on with his address.

Artie: And then we have the four remaining men looking to take the crown for themselves, no doubt if that should happen would prove to be an even bigger embarrassment than King Guy. Men like “Bulldog” Bill Barnhardt. No doubt Bill is just short for William, but to avoid any confusion by addressing him as such and any of you mixing him up with the future King of England, I will simply refer to him as the theoretical…King Bulldog. Because he definitely stinks like one.

He pauses and laughs, as other laughs are heard in response. He waves his hand in front of his face as if waving off a terrible stench.

Artie: Can you all imagine a King Bulldog? I for one, can not. His performance as King would no doubt be just as terrible and lackluster as his wrestling career has been, which proves to not only me but to each and every one of you that Bulldog Bill Barnhardt is NOT meant for the crown!

His hands return to the sides of the podium as his address continues.

Artie: I listened to the words Bill had for each of us in this match last week. I listened, and I laughed because I think it killed a few of my brain cells in the process. He feels that addressing each of us alphabetically has any bearing on him being biased, which is absurd. But, address us in whatever order you wish, Bulldog Bill, because it won’t matter in the end. You will still walk away disappointed and empty handed. And let me just add, perhaps you should get your facts straight before addressing the men you are facing, because when you speak nothing but nonsense, it makes you look even less intelligent.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

Artie: I don’t know what world Bulldog Bill is living in, but to my knowledge there were no qualifying matches for this King For A Day match. Rather the participants were chosen by Mark Ward and Christian Underwood as those they thought were worthy of fighting for the crown. How they thought Bulldog Bill was worthy to be put in this match, again, is beyond me, but I will not question their decision. Instead, I will show them why going forward, he should not be given another opportunity to fight to be King.

Clapping is heard in response and Artie nods.

Artie: Dare I say that Jusin Smith would hypothetically make a better king than Bulldog Bill Barnhardt.

He shudders and shakes his head.

Artie: No. I can not say that, because it is an impossible thought. Just as Bulldog Bill will not be King, Justin Smith certainly will not. There will be no King Justin as long as I have anything to say about it, and as you can tell, I have quite a lot to say. Much more than Justin Smith ever has to say to any of his opponents. If he spoke any less, he’d be a mute and we simply can not have a man…a child, such as that being your King For A Day!

He shakes his head again and speaks more determined than ever.

Artie: Justin has so little respect that he didn’t even bother to address each of his opponents one by one, but rather as a group. And he thinks he could defeat us as a group? He is sorely mistaken! He needs to do his homework and learn more about what it is to be a wrestler because if he doesn’t, he will never achieve anything. And surely his mentors will continue to be disappointed by their student.

He lowers his head as he pauses for another moment. Once he gathers his next thoughts he looks back up into the camera.

Artie: It amazes me that there are still people out there that believe Justin Smith is more worthy of being King For A Day than myself. It’s astounding, really, because what has he done to be worthy of being your King? What could he possibly do as your King that would make him such a great  King For A Day? I have wrecked my brain over and over again and I just cannot figure out the answer, so if anyone knows, please let me know.

He shrugs and shakes his head yet again.

Artie: I will give Justin Smith props for one thing, and not just him, but Guy With a Cape and Bulldog Bill Barnhardt as well. They did something that the last two men in this match did not, which is an even bigger disrespect. They all at least had the decency and respect to address their opponents, doing what is expected of you leading into such a big match. I had expected so much more from Kristopher Ryans and Connor Murphy. Kristopher Ryans I had even placed as having decent odds of somehow walking away with the crown, but now?

He brings his hand up to cup his right ear, as if trying to hear something.

Artie: What does he have to say for himself now? What words could he possibly speak to prove that he deserves to be King For A Day now when he has been radio silent against the men he is looking to take the crown from? There is absolutely nothing he could say, that is what. He has proven himself a disappointment and if I am honest, I no longer fear going up against him. If anything, I am much looking forward to it! Because I, King Arthur, will embarrass the Hall of Fame former World Heavyweight Champion!

He smiles and slams his fist into the podium with increasing determination.

Artie: Kristopher Ryans…never should have returned to SCW. He should have remained in the shadows where he disappeared. He has done everything there is for him to do in SCW, and adding the King For A Day crown will not be added to those accomplishments. He is not worthy and he never will be! And for the disrespect he has shown, I already have an idea just how to punish him on my edition of Climax Control. And it will be glorious!

He raises his fist in the air and cheers follow.

Artie: And the same goes for that silent Nobody, Connor Murphy! He, too, returned recently to SCW and has been attempting to return to the glory he was in once before, but sadly for him, he just can not seem to shake his past away to be seen as somebody. Or somebody worthy of a crown and being called King For a Day!

He suddenly removes the crown from his head, holding it forward and closer to the camera.

Artie: He does not have what it takes to wear this crown or take on the responsibilities that come with it. He may be trained by the great Vixen, but either she has not taught him well, or there just is no hope for Connor to ever achieve any sort of greatness. And I shudder to think of what he would do if he somehow managed to steal the crown for himself.

He puts the crown back on his head and shudders.

Artie: Not to worry, my royal subjects! We will not find out what he would do, because I will be the one winning this match on Sunday. I will take on the name of King Arthur and then I will ensure that for my episode of Climax Control, it will be a show no one will ever forget! This world has been filled with a lot of fear and uncertainty, but fear not!

He takes one step back from the podium briefly, gathering his next thoughts. All is quiet as they wait for him to continue. After a few moments he steps back up and speaks again.

Artie: You can all have hope. You can all think positive thoughts and look forward to the future because the future under King Arthur is a bright one! Put your faith in me, my royal subjects! Believe in me! Listen to the words I have spoken and know that I am ready to be your SCW King For A Day and I will not let any of you down! I will wear this crown with dignity and be the greatest King of all time!!

Louder cheers and applause follows and he throws his arms out to his side with pride and confidence.

Artie: All Hail King Arthur! All Hail King Arthur!

Everyone starts chanting All Hail King Arthur in return and he steps back and away from the podium, closing his eyes. He listens and takes in the energy, using it as fuel for his desire and need to win the crown on Sunday. And the way he is feeling, there is absolutely no one that can stop him.


What. Just. Happened?! Artie had never saw himself putting on such a spectacle as he just did moments ago, but he somehow felt…great. The cameras were off and his performance was done, but he felt like he could have continued for much longer. As he walks out of the room where his promotion was just taped, he’s quickly caught off guard as Bobbie throws her arms around him and hugs him tight.

Bobbie: Oh. My. Gosh!!! ARTIE! That was…the greatest thing I’ve ever seen! I’ve never even done anything like that!!

Artie smiles and laughs as Bobbie releases her hold on him.

Artie: You really think so? I don’t…I don’t know how I was able to do that, but it all just…came to me.

Bobbie: I KNOW so, sweetie! That was epic! And I’m soooo proud of you!!!

She takes his face with both of her hands and gives him a big kiss. He smiles even bigger as Bobbie steps back a bit.

Artie: I hoped it showed just how much I want to win this match on Sunday. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I think I stand a fair shot. It’s just too bad you’re not in the Queen for A Day this year like last year.

Bobbie waves off this tought.

Bobbie: Pfffft. I wouldn’t stand a chance because even on my best day I’ve never been as great as that! You’ve got this in the bag!

Artie shrugs as he removes the crown from his head and the robe from around his shoulders.

Artie: I hope so, but I guess we’ll find out on Sunday. I just don’t want to let you or anyone down. I haven’t exactly been doing very well since deciding to become an active wrestler.

Bobbie: I didn’t either when I first started, but then again I was just having fun. I wasn’t taking it seriously so I didn’t care if I won or lost. But don’t ever think you’re letting me down in any way! You’ve always done right by me.

Artie: I know, but…

He stops and goes silent for a few moments unsure of what he even wants to say. Bobbie stares at him, waiting.

Artie: What about when we finally have kids? I don’t want them to think I’m a loser or a failure. I want to be a dad that they can be proud of and tell their friends, that’s MY dad. If I keep up with this wrestling and just keep losing, I’ll be an embarrassment.

He walks over to a nearby chair and sits down, holding the crown in his hands and just staring at it.

Bobbie: Listen to me.

Bobbie takes a seat next to him and places her hand on his, and he looks up into her eyes.

Bobbie: You will never be an embarrassment. You’re going to win this match on Sunday. I can feel it. And then you’re going to achieve more success than I ever did. Our kids will be proud every single day.

Artie: I want this more than any of the other guys I’m facing, Bobbie. Even Guy With a Cape.

They both share a laugh.

Artie: I mean he wants it, just not for the same reason as I do. I dunno. Sorry to be such a bummer all of a sudden. I’m just super confident but nervous at the same time. Does that even make sense?

Bobbie nods and laughs.

Bobbie: Absolutely! Happens to me all the time, especially with big matches like this. You just gotta let the confidence be more than the nerves and doubt. You shouldn’t even be nervous after what you just did with that whole Royal Address. You were really in your element. Never seen that before.

Artie: Well I couldn’t do this without you. I’m trying my best for you. You’ve always been the strong one, so that’s what I’m trying to be. Even if it’s hard for the both of us.

A pained silence falls between the both of them as their thoughts quickly drift to Bobbie’s recent miscarriage. Artie was having a difficult time with it, but he was doing his best to be strong, and Bobbie hadn’t really noticed. Until now.

Bobbie: We haven’t really talked about the miscarriage. I’ve been so distant myself I guess I didn’t see that you are hurting just as much and needed me. I’m really sorry.

Artie shakes his head and rubs Bobbie’s back.

Artie: Don’t be sorry. It’s different for women, so I understand. I was just giving you the space and time you needed to process it.

Bobbie: Yeah, but we’re a team! We always have been and always will be. But now that we’re sort of talking about it, I don’t think I want to try and get pregnant again. I don’t think I can be one of those women who go through miscarriage after miscarriage.

Artie nods.

Artie: Okay. I mean, it’s your body, Bobbie.

Bobbie: I want us to adopt.

Another silence falls between the two. Artie thinks about what she has just said and nods slowly, processing it all in his mind.

Artie: Okay. Let’s do it. We’ll be awesome parents to a child needing a family.

Bobbie smiles and throws her arms around Artie in a huge embrace. He smiles in return and for the first time in weeks, it feels like an incredible wait has been lifted off his shoulders. And while the pain over Bobbie’s miscarriage would always be there, the excitement over their now agreed upon adoption plan was helping to heal any of that pain.

The future was starting to look a little brighter.