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[HBCarter]

Turnberry Towers -
Las Vegas, Nevada

Carter let the condo door swing shut behind them and tossed his keys into the bowl by the entryway. Kevin headed down the hall almost at once, no doubt looking for Ms Thang the way he always did when she failed to present herself at the door like the tiny queen of the household that she was. Everyone else was expected to come wherever she was and present themselves to her, but Kevin? Nine times out of ten she greeted him at the door and waited for him to lower himself to his hands and knees and allow her to nuzzle her way through his arms and bent knees. And if she didn’t, she usually had a pretty good reason. Like that warm, sunny spot that shone through the curtains in the teenager’s room that she so favored.

Miles was still out. His car had not been in the garage, so Carter knew he had not made it back from the post office yet.

“I’m getting something to drink.” Carter said as he turned toward the kitchen. “You want anything?”

“Dr. Pepper!” Kevin called back over his shoulder as he kept walking. Carter opened the refrigerator and grabbed the can of Dr. Pepper, surely the first of many the teen would consume. He then took out a bottle of water for himself and twisted the cap loose. The condo was quiet in the easy, harmless way an empty home was quiet. He took a swallow, set the bottle on the counter, and was just reaching for the cupboard for a snack when Kevin shouted from down the hall.

“Carter!”

It was not a scream, not yet, but the fear in it was immediate and wrong. Carter was moving before the bottle stopped rocking on the counter. He crossed the living room fast, hit the hallway, and reached Kevin’s bedroom door with his pulse already pounding hard enough to hurt and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at the sight in front of him..

Kevin stood just inside the room, body frozen in wide eyed fear as Lazarus stood several feet in front of him.

For a second Carter could not make sense of the rest of it. The fear was real. The suspicion of their home having been violated by this same man, his abusive ex. But then his eyes adjusted and the room snapped into focus. There were scratches all over Lazarus. His arms were raked raw from wrist to elbow, but that was not the worst of it. One claw mark ran bright over his cheek and another cut across his jaw. On the bed behind him, a pillowcase twisted and jerked over the comforter in frantic little bursts and hisses and growls came from the animal inside!

Carter did not need anyone to explain what pr who was inside it, and it enraged him even more.

He stepped into the room and caught Kevin by the arm, pulling him behind him in one hard motion, his eyes never leaving the man who had been stalking him for months on end, and it would seem, had tired of waiting for whatever his endgame just so happened to be.

“Get away from him.” Carter warned as he positioned himself directly in front of Kevin.

Lazarus turned toward him fully. There was blood drying on his face where Ms Thang had gotten him, and something almost peaceful in his expression that made the sight worse, not better.

“Relax.” Lazarus said. “We’re all friends.”

Kevin’s hand caught in the back of Carter’s shirt for one second and then let go. Carter kept himself planted between them.

“You broke into my home…!” Carter said. “You cornered him in his room and you put my cat in a pillowcase…!”

“I’d think you’d be more grateful for my restraint.” Lazarus glanced toward the bed as if the movement there barely mattered. “I was going to drop that thing off the balcony.”

Off of the balcony of their fifth story condo. The answer landed so flatly that Carter felt something inside him go cold. The casual cruelty.

“You look like shit.” Carter said. “Pissed you got your ass handed to you by a cat?”

Lazarus’s mouth twitched. “Everything fights, eventually. You fought too. Then you ran.” He looked Carter over slowly, as though he had all the right in the world to stand there and take stock of him. “Do you know what you cost me? Work dried up. Doors closed. People talked. And now you actually had the nerve to take me to court. Me!”

“I told the truth.” Carter countered.

“No.” Lazarus took a step closer, shaking his head with some sick and twisted smile on his face. “You told your version. Then you built this.”

His gaze flicked toward the hall, toward the rest of the condo, toward the life outside the room.

He continued, “You put another man in my place and called it healing.”

On the bed, the pillowcase thumped again. The movement was stronger now. Ms Thang must have heard their voices. Kevin made a small, frightened sound behind Carter, and that alone was enough to decide the rest of it.

“You need to leave.” Carter said.

Lazarus shook his head once. “This all stops if you stop pretending what we had never mattered. Leave Miles. Come back with me. No more police. No more courts. No more hospitals. Everything settles if you stop choosing the wrong life.”

That was enough. Carter moved forward fast and drove Lazarus backward into the dresser! The mirror above it rattled, and a framed photo fell over! Carter hit him again with a right handed fist to the bloodied side of his head before Lazarus could recover, then grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed him into the wall!

“You do not come in here!” Carter said through clenched teeth. “You do not touch anything in my life!”

Lazarus tried to shove him off, but Carter was faster and angrier. He drove him back again, pinned him for one precious second, and landed another shot that reopened one of the scratches on Lazarus’s face! Fresh blood streaked down over Ms. Thang’s claw marks!

From the other end of the condo came a heavy crash! Once … then again!

Miles … Miles was here but for some reason, he couldn’t get inside!

Carter heard it and Lazarus did too. The sound seemed to sharpen something in him. Carter had him off balance, had him cornered, had him for that one brief instant where it felt possible to end this with his own hands. Carter looked over his shoulder, toward a trembling Kevin, “Go let Miles in!”

Then Lazarus’s arm shot sideways toward the nightstand and the lamp came off it in a blur! Carter barely saw it before it connected with the side of his head! Pain burst hot and white across his vision! He staggered, hit one knee, and the room tilted violently around him. By the time he tried to rise, Lazarus was on him!

They went down hard! Carter twisted and fought, but the blow had slowed him just enough. Lazarus forced him flat and drove his knees down onto Carter’s shoulders, pinning him there with all the ugly control he had always wanted! Up close he looked worse. The scratches on his face stood out against the sweat and pallor, and his eyes had gone bright with the kind of madness that did not need to shout to be obvious!

“Look at you!” Lazarus said, breathing hard. “Still fighting me. Still choosing everyone else.”

Another crash hit the front door!

“Carter!” Miles shouted from the other side of the door. “Kevin!”

Lazarus drove a closed fist into Carter’s face, stunning him as blood seeped from the open wound the shattered lamp against his head had opened up! Lazarus just calmly smiled down at him. “Let him break his shoulder on the door. He still won’t save you.”

Carter tried to buck him off and pain ripped through his skull as Lazarus struck him again! Kevin had not moved. Carter could see him near the wall, white-faced and terrified, watching Carter pinned beneath a man who had broken into their home and laid hands on everything inside it.

Then Lazarus hit Carter again! It was not as hard as the lamp had been, but enough. Enough to snap Carter’s head sideways and bring a sharp sound out of him before he could stop it.That was when Lazarus’s hands wrapped tightly around his throat and a sixteen year old moved!

“Dad!”

The word tore out of Kevin before thought could touch it. Lazarus’s head turned and Kevin launched himself at him! He hit Lazarus from behind, arms locking around his shoulders and neck! The sudden impact broke the pin just long enough for Carter to roll onto one side and drag in some much needed oxygen!

Lazarus staggered up with Kevin hanging off of his back like a monkey, cursing, “Get off you little freak!”

While on the bed, the pillowcase was thrashing wildly while poor Ms Thang was screeching bloody murder!

That was when the front door gave way with a violent crack and Miles came charging inside!

Miles came down the hall at a run and hit the bedroom doorway just as Lazarus got both hands on Kevin! For one terrible second the whole scene seemed to hold still around him. Carter on the floor, a large gash on the side of his head! Lazarus scratched bloody in the center of the room with Kevin hanging off of his back! The pillowcase thrashing on the bed!

Then Lazarus threw Kevin off of him, and the teen struck the wall hard!

TBC

“Wow, I guess there's no honor among thieves!"

“I used to think you were the scum of the earth, Logan, but after our tag team match a week ago I think I just downgraded my opinion! Because scum at least has the decency to float where everybody can see it, but you? You sank straight to the bottom, started digging, and somehow still found a way to act like you were standing above everybody else!"

“I can’t believe you, Logan! I can’t believe that you turned your back on your own tag team partner, Brandon Hendrix! Well actually, I can believe it. And all you managed to accomplish was put yet another bullseye on your back! Because now Brandon has a reason to want a piece of your bony ass on top of everyone else! I mean, I already wanted a piece of you. Half the locker room probably wants a piece of you, and the sad thing is? You still think that makes you important instead of marked!"

“You really stood there and decided that the smartest thing you could do was make another enemy. You looked at your situation, looked at the trouble already waiting for you, looked at the people already sick of your name, your face, and your excuses, and somehow thought, you know what this needs? More consequences!"

“That is the Logan Hunter experience in a nutshell. You do not solve problems. You multiply them! You do not make statements. You create situations! You do not walk into a room and raise the standard. You walk into a room and make everybody decide that is the perfect time to get up and out of those seats that they paid for and take a bathroom break! And then you have the nerve to act like we should all be impressed. Like betrayal is some elite strategy. Like stabbing someone in the back makes you a mastermind instead of a coward who couldn’t look his own partner in the eye and admit that you weren’t good enough to stand beside him!"

“Logan, you are what happens when talent gets poisoned by his own ego. This may come as a shock to you, but you are not all that. The wrestling world does not revolve around you! I know that must be hard for you to hear because somewhere along the way, you convinced yourself that every camera was supposed to turn when you walked by. You convinced yourself that every opportunity denied to you was theft, every loss was injustice, and every person who got ahead of you was standing in a place that belonged to Logan Hunter!"

“But that is not ambition, Logan. That is entitlement dressed up in ring gear. That is not hunger. That is a spoiled little mantrum with entrance music, and everybody else is just supposed to pretend it looks dangerous because you scowl hard enough!"

“You walk around here like every spotlight was built for your face and every headline is just waiting for your name, but let’s be honest here, Logan! The only reason people are talking about you right now is because you keep attaching yourself to people who matter more than you do!”

“You attached yourself to me because you needed my name to make your anger feel relevant. You attached yourself to Brandon because you thought standing near him made you look more dangerous. And then when that wasn’t enough, when the attention still didn’t satisfy that black hole where your self-worth should be, you turned on him too!"

“That is your pattern, Logan. Use people. Blame people. Betray people. Then stand in the wreckage you created and call yourself the victim because nobody wants to clap for the disaster!"

“You know, I used to wonder what happened to you, but that stopped months ago. The simple answer is that nothing happened. You’re the same selfish, self absorbed prick you’ve always been! There was no great tragedy that made you this way. No grand betrayal. No world that turned against poor little Logan Hunter! You were handed opportunity, training, and every chance to become something big, but all you did was turn yourself into a cautionary tale with a bad attitude!"

“And that is what bothers you the most, isn’t it? Not that people doubt you. Not that people criticize you. Not even that people hate you! What really eats you alive is that people expected better from you, and you proved them wrong in the ugliest way possible! Because you had the tools, Logan. You had the training. You had the talent. You had the kind of foundation that most people would bleed for, and somehow, with all of that, you still decided the only thing worth building was a monument to your own resentment!"

“You want the truth? You need me more than I need you! You need this thing between us more than I do to keep your name in the spotlight! You hate me because you thought you were going to be the brightest star to ever come out of the GO Gym, and all you’ve managed to do is prove that even Gabriel and Odette Stevens can’t make a Superstar out of a mid-card Ego with Main Event delusions of grandeur!”

“That’s what scares you about me. It is not my mouth, although God knows this mouth has gotten under your skin enough times to qualify for residency. It is not my pride, my heart, or the fact that no matter how many times you hit me, cheat me, blindside me, or try to embarrass me, I keep getting back up and looking you dead in the eye!"

“What scares you is that I do not need to become you in order to beat you. I do not need to sink to your level. I do not need brass knuckles, backstabbing, cheap shots, or some Bargain Bin Bimbo saving my ass every time I get into trouble! I can stand on my own two feet, be exactly who I am, and still be more than enough to put you down!"

“So the next time you want to walk around and call yourself dangerous, remember that. Remember that when it came time to make your big statement, the statement was not Logan Hunter knocked out Helluva Bottom Carter. The statement was Logan Hunter did not trust himself to do it clean!"

“And that is the part you can never talk your way around. You thought this rivalry was going to be your masterpiece. You thought you were going to use me as the proof that Logan Hunter was dangerous, ruthless, unstoppable, and destined for something bigger! But all you proved is that when things don’t go your way, you swing at shadows, stab your partners in the back and then hold your hands out for a participation trophy and telling whoever ‘Gimme!’"

“And the funny thing is, Logan, you had a chance to make this mean something else. You had a chance to make this about competition. You had a chance to make this about two GO Gym graduates standing across from each other and proving which one of us could carry that name with pride! But you couldn't do it. You couldn’t let this be about wrestling because deep down, you were scared wrestling wouldn’t be enough. So you made it ugly. You made it personal. You made it bitter, rotten, and cheap because that is the only kind of battlefield where you feel at home!"

“Well congratulations, Logan. You got what you wanted. You dragged me into the mud, you made this personal, and you gave me every reason in the world to stop looking for the part of you that might still deserve respect! And that is dangerous for you. Because I am not walking into Summer XXXTreme XIV confused anymore. I am not walking onto that ship wondering what happened to you, wondering if there is still a line you will not cross, wondering if maybe somewhere beneath the ego and the cruelty there is a man worth understanding!"

“I am walking onto that ship with clarity. I know what you are. I know how you operate. I know the rhythm of your cowardice so well I could dance to it, and sweetheart, you already know I can dance!"

“You glare, you threaten, you cheap shot, you blame, you run, and when all else fails, you betray the closest warm body standing next to you! That is not evolution. That is not danger. That is a rerun with worse lighting!"

“And at Summer XXXTreme XIV, there is nowhere for that rerun to go. There is no hiding from me on that ship. There is no escaping what you started. There is no pretending this is just another night, another match, another chance for Logan Hunter to make excuses when things don’t end the way he promised!"

“You don’t scare me, Logan. Newsflash, you don’t scare anyone! At most, you annoy me. You irritate me. And above all else, you exhaust me. And at Summer XXXTreme XIV, trapped on that ship with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, I am going to turn every cheap shot, every insult, every backstab, and every dirty little trick into the receipt you’ve had coming for months!"

“I am going to make you feel every time you thought you were clever. I am going to make you regret every time you thought I was too emotional to be dangerous. I am going to make you understand that just because I can smile, just because I can laugh, just because I can be bright in a business full of bitter little shadows, does not mean I can’t hurt you!"

“And when I do, I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember that I gave you the truth before I gave you the beating. I want you to remember that I stood right here and told you exactly what was waiting for you, because unlike you, Logan, I do not need to sneak up behind someone to make my point!"

“You wanted to be my villain so badly. You wanted to be the dark cloud over Helluva Bottom Carter’s career, but the problem with clouds, Logan, is that sooner or later, the wind changes. And when that bell rings on that ship, I am not waiting for the storm to pass. I am walking straight through it!"

“You don’t get to write the narrative because it’s already been written! You’re not the victim, Logan, not yet. Not until that bell rings on that ship!”

[Logan Hunter]

Logan and Brandon ended up losing the tag team match against HB Carter and Alexander Raven after Logan abandoned Brandom to give chase to Brooke after she was chased away by Luna, however now Summer XXXTreme was finally here and Logan was facing Carter in a rubber match! Can Logan beat his fellow Go Gym Graduate?

Outside Logan and Brooke’s Hotel Room, Coral Gables, Florida
Sunday the 14th of June 2026, 23:15pm

That didn’t go as planned.

All Brandon had to do was help me claim victory but when Brooke was chased away? I had no choice but to give chase and as I wasn’t the legal man? Our team didn’t lose via countout as Brandon took the fall.

Which, given how Brandon’s last tag team match ended, should come as a form of relief to Brandon.

But now? Me and Carter are set to do battle on the Cruise Ship and I refuse to allow my second time on the iconic cruise end the same way it did last year! At the very least the Roulette Title isn’t being contested between a clown and a manager this year!

”BROOKE!” I called after my girlfriend after I had finally caught up with her, Marissa wasn’t far behind us. ”What on earth was that? You’re a trained wrestler!”

”I haven’t wrestled since we faced LJ and Alexandra in that Mixed Tag Team Street Fight and you want me to stand my ground against a former Roulette and Internet Champion?” Brooke insisted as she clutched her arm in pain. ”FUCK my arm hurts!”

”I expected better from you than cowardice!” I snapped at Brooke and Marissa ran a hand down her face. ”We are supposed to be a team, yet you always bail at the first sign of trouble.”

”For the love of fucking god, can you save the shouting match until morning? Or just fuck and get it out of your systems, I don’t care!” Marissa interjected as she put herself between me and Brooke. ”Never mind the fact that there are other hotel guests trying to sleep, it’s funny how you two are complaining about teamwork when you left me alone at ringside!”

”You caught up with us, did you not?” I asked as I turned to Marissa who folded her arms under her breasts. ”What is your problem?”

”My problem is that I’m supposed to be an equal partner in this arrangement but ever since Evelynn helped me get my managers license? You two have been shoving me aside! Not one time have I been asked to contribute to a promo. Hell you leave me to get hotel rooms sorted whenever we head out of Vegas!” Marissa responded as she glared at the two of us. ”I’m not one of the trained wrestlers in this trio, we all know that, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have ideas of my own!”

For the longest time me and Brooke shared a look, before we turned to Marissa. ”What exactly is it that you want?” I asked and Marissa grinned.

”For starters? Start treating me like an equal partner! Not the older Shield Twin, not the Brunette Shield Sister and sure as hell not as a glorified camerawoman!” Marissa insisted as she walked up to Brooke. ”If you don’t meet my demands? I might just take my talents to an SCW Wrestler who’s actually a good person! That can be anyone from Zayvian Lyons to KB Carter so don’t think I’m bluffing!”

”We’ll discuss it tomorrow after breakfast, for now? Good night.” I responded before we disappeared into our rooms for the rest of the night.

Time for revenge.

Logan and Brooke’s Home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 17th of June 2026, 11:00am

People don’t appreciate how much time goes into preparing for a wrestling cruise.

Me and the twins found that out the hard way last year because while with a regular show outside of Vegas we generally pack for a couple of days for the simple fact that we tend to not travel out to Climax Control locations until the weekend of the show? Summer XXXTreme is different because it takes place on a cruise.

In other words? We need to be prepared for anything.

”Okay, Zara has agreed to petsit for Aolfie and Sir Pursalot while we’re on the cruise.” Marissa informed us after hanging up with her girlfriend and we both nodded. ”And yes Brooke, I told her about Aolfie’s diet.”

”Yeah, a dog his size eats like a horse.” Brooke nodded in agreement as she scratched the Irish Wolfhound behind the ear. ”And your Maine Coon?”

”She knows the drill.”  Marissa responded with a nod before I stepped forward. ”All that’s left is the packing which we agreed to do on Saturday evening.”

”Excellent! Then the stage is set.” I responded before making a fist. ”Carter will soon meet his demise.”

”Yeah, that reminds me, can we not threaten people with death?” Marissa responded as she walked up to me hands on her hips. ”Murder tends to be frowned upon, you know?”

”That was rhetorical.” I insisted and the twins both shook their heads. ”He needs to pay!”

”And he will,” Brooke added as she looked at her nails playfully. ”But maybe don’t threaten the hypothetical death of a gay man during Pride Month.”

”You have both made your points, now let’s move on!” I insisted and the twins nodded before the conversation drifted off.

Something will give.

The home gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 17th of June 2026, 13:00pm

*promo time*

Here we go.

”A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand, that is a quote from the bible that was also said by Abraham Lincoln but it fits out situation, doesn’t it Carter?” I asked as I folded my arms with the twins standing at either side of me (Brooke on my left, Marissa on my left. ”And yet Carter you insist on pursuing this conflict between Go Gym Graduates!

To think I one respected you.” I commented as I shook my head. ”Former World Heavyweight Champion or not you will serve as a warning to others: do not mess with me!”

Brooke chimed in.

”You think you’re so clever, don’t you Carter? Turning me into a joke about my weight when I’m not even that heavy?” Brooke scoffed as she shook her head. ”Newsflash idiot, I’m not even that heavy, I’m short and peite so don’t throw shit around when you know it’s not true! Or do because it gives Logan more reason to beat you!”

Marissa then chimed in.

”Remember me Carter? You should because I’m taking a more proactive stance from now on as Logan’s manager.” Marissa stated before flipping some hair over her shoulders. ””Look Carter I respect you but those guys don’t have your best interest at heart because Logan’s your opponent but as someone who wants to know who’s ready for a fight? Prove it and that goes for you as well Carter!”

It’s that simple.

”Make no mistake, after everything that’s happened you’re goin to apologize to me and then suffer!” I added before leaning back. ”So Carter, those are your actions, p[ick carefully.”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”And son? The whole world know the truth and trust me, I plan on doing whatever’s necessary to win and you cannot compete.” I added before shaking my head. ”Carter? I COMAND THEE KNEL! NO ONE HAS THE RIGHTFIL C:CLOWN! Be ready for an armed conflict and once you embrace oblivion Cater I will claim victory!”

I turned off my camera as the scene fades.

[HBCarter]

Skywalkers Nightclub on the Princess Cruise had been done up for Pride, and by “done up” we mean the room was full of rainbow lights, Pride flags, streamers, glittery table decorations, and enough colored balloons that it looked like Pride Month had personally commandeered the ship and redecorated without a budget.

The DJ booth had been wrapped in rainbow fabric and there was a big sign hanging above it that read “PRIDE BALL 2026”.

Each table had little Pride-themed centerpieces, and the bar had a drink menu made special for the night with names like Pan-demonium Punch, Ally-Oop Lemonade, Chosen Family Fizz, Bi the Sea Breeze, Glitter Riot, and one called Bottoms Up, which nobody was brave enough to ask what was in it.

The club was already packed with cruise passengers, fans and SCW stars and staff, all dressed in whatever Pride colors they had chosen for the evening.

Anyone under twenty-one had a stamp on the back of their hand, a little rainbow star that said Under 21 and Over Fabulous around the outside.

Connor Wayley was wearing a blue, button-up shirt that still made him look both young and respectable. Kevin Chapman stood next to him in yellow, his hand close enough to Connor’s that their fingers brushed every few seconds without either of them making a big deal about it. Connor's Mom Sarah stood on Connor’s other side in green, having dressed for the theme and looked rather nice, though her expression suggested she was not at all ready for what a Pride Ball entailed.

And that was before she saw Carter!

Carter was on top of the bar. Not standing near it or dancing beside it. He was on top of it, in what could be best described as a rainbow butterfly romper outfit that sparkled every time the lights hit him. He was in his element, the center of attention, as Host of Pride Ball 2016! A microphone in one hand, a smile on his face and dancing like he hadn't a single concern in the world.

Miles was standing below him in pan colors of pink, yellow and blue, watching his husband with that smile he wore when Carter was being himself, the trait that made him fall in love in the first place. Miles reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills, waving them up at his husband which got Carter’s attention immediately.

“For me?” Carter called into the microphone, dropping into a crouch and snatching the money from Miles’s hand. “You’re either tipping your husband or paying me not to embarrass you! Either way, you’re wasting your money!”

Carter turned, grabbed a bottle from the bar and pointed it toward him. Miles had only a second to react before Carter tipped the bottle and poured the contents straight into his mouth while the crowd cheered!

Kevin leaned in toward Sarah. “I told you he was the loudest.”

Sarah only nodded, wide-eyed. Kevin looked past Sarah and saw his boyfriend Connor with the brightest smile on his face.

The SCW Stars were scattered around the club, most of them dressed for the occasion. LJ Kasey was in red as an ally, standing near the dance floor with Zayvion Lyons, who had worn an orange muscle shirt. Alexandra Calaway wore pan colors while Bella Madison had chosen violet as an ally, both women already posing for pictures with fans.

Laura Phoenix wore yellow and was right there on the dance floor with everyone else while Cleo Phillips wore blue, representing the LGBTQ community. Marissa Shields wore bi colors, pink, purple and blue while Ryan Keys had shown up in gay Pride colors with rainbow suspenders.

Seleana and Crystal Zdunich were both dressed in gay Pride colors, but Crystal had taken things much further than everyone else. She had rainbow makeup, glitter on her face, bright jewelry, a Pride cape, and enough sparkle that when she walked past one of the lights, the wall lit up like a disco ball.

Casey Williams wore green as an ally and was holding a tiny Pride flag someone had handed him, which looked even smaller in his massive hand. Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell were both in gay Pride colors, standing together near the bar, while Kat Jones wore orange as an ally and Victoria Lyons wore indigo. Perhaps the most surprising was that Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno both were in attendance. While Luna wore a blue mini dress, Raven was sporting purple like royalty and looked like he was praying Carter’s attention was anywhere else but directed at him.

Carter saw Kat and Victoria from the bar, and the second he did, his whole expression changed. Carter called, “Kat Jones and Victoria Lyons, I see both of you!”

Kat pointed at herself, already laughing, while Victoria slowly lifted one eyebrow. That did not help her. If anything, it made Carter look even more determined.

“Up here!” Carter said, holding out his hand. “Let’s put on a real show!”

Kat did not need to be told twice. She handed her drink off, grabbed Carter’s hand and climbed up as the crowd cheered! Victoria took longer but accepted Carter’s hand, stepping up with a great deal more dignity than the situation deserved. Dracula Jennie Remix played and Carter immediately started dancing with Kat on one side and Victoria on the other. Kat went right into it but Victoria stood still for about three beats and then the music got her too.

Eventually the dance ended and Carter helped Kat and Victoria down from the bar, both women greeted with cheers! Carter immediately hooked his arm through Kat’s before she could wander off. Kat asked, “Am I being kidnapped?”

“Briefly.” Carter said, steering her through the crow. “There’s just someone I want my Kitty Kat to meet.”

Kat allowed herself to be escorted toward where Kevin stood with Connor and Sarah. Kevin saw them coming and straightened without realizing he had done it. Carter stopped in front of Kevin and gestured to him. “Kat Jones? This is Kevin Chapman, Miles and my kid.”

Kevin’s eyes widened but he remembered over the last few weeks, he himself had called both men “Dad” by sheer instinct. “H-hi.”

“Hi, Kevin.” Kat offered him her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Kevin shook her hand, still a little startled but clearly pleased. Carter stood beside him looking quite proud, then pointed to Connor.

“And this is Connor Wayley.” Carter said. “Kevin’s boyfriend. They are so cute together!”

Kevin hid his face in his hand while Connor flushed and gave Kat a nervous smile. “Hi.”

Kat shook his hand too. “Nice to meet you too, Connor.”

Carter then turned toward Sarah with a little flourish. “And this is Connor’s mom, Sarah. Connor couldn’t have asked for.”

Sarah smiled and flushed deeply from the praise as a single Mom, extending her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Kat shook her hand and smiled. “You too. And for what it’s worth, Carter talks about you non-stop, Kevin. Now don’t let him corrupt any of you and have a great night.”

Kat bid them farewell for the time being and wandered back into the crowd while Carter watched her go for half a second, then turned back toward the DJ booth and climbed onto a low riser with the microphone in hand.

“Alright, allies, gays, lesbians, bisexuals, pansexuals, queer folks, questioning folks, nervous parents, supportive siblings, SCW stars, and anyone who came in here for a drink and accidentally found character development!” Carter called. “Gather close!”

People laughed but they did as told. Miles stood near the front, watching Carter with a loving smile. Alexandra, Marissa, LJ, Bella, Laura, Cleo, Kat, Victoria, Zayvion, Casey, Andrew, Ivan, Ryan, Alexander, Luna, Seleana and Crystal all moved in among the fans and passengers, making the whole thing feel like everyone was part of things, and they were!

“Pride Month is fun.” Carter said. “But Pride it’s about more than that! It is history! It is protesting! It is people who fought, loved, lost, marched, buried friends, raised families, made new families, and kept going so that someday a room full of people could stand in the middle of the ocean and be this loud without asking permission.”

The room settled, some applauding and calling out in agreement. Connor stood with Sarah on one side and Kevin on the other, his hand still in Kevin’s, listening while Carter spoke.

“To the allies in the room…” Carter continued, looking from Sarah to LJ, Bella, Laura, Kat, Victoria, Zayvion, Casey and the others. “We love you! Your support is not just appreciated, it is felt! Every time you stand beside us, you remind us that we are not alone in this fight! Pride is stronger because you choose to share the weight, the joy, and walk with us as family!”

There is scattered applause among the crowd.

“And to my LGBTQ family…” Carter continued “You belong here if you came out years ago, if you came out yesterday, or if you are still figuring things out! You belong if you are loud, quiet, dramatic, shy, messy, polished, exhausted, hopeful, or just here because the music is good and you needed one night where nobody asked you to explain yourself!”

Cleo nodded from the dance floor. Marissa looked down for a second, smiling faintly, while Ryan Keys slipped his arms around Andrew and Ivan and pulled them both close. Crystal was still sparkling from head to toe, but leaned in to Seleana

“So tonight…” Carter continued. “...We dance because joy matters! We celebrate because shame had the microphone for too damn long! We make room, we make noise, and we make sure nobody in here feels like they have to earn the right to be seen!”

The cheer that followed was loud enough that even Carter looked pleased with himself. He snapped his fingers toward the DJ, and the music kicked back in with the kind of beat that got people moving again before they even realized what they were doing!

Marissa Shields ended up teaching a fan how to pose properly for a picture, adjusting their shoulders and telling them to stop hiding their face. Casey Williams took a picture with three passengers who barely came up to his shoulder, still holding that tiny Pride flag. Zayvion tried to sneak away from the dance floor at one point, only for Carter to catch him by the wrist and drag him back while Miles laughed too hard to be any help at all.

Alexandra Calaway and Laura Phoenix were standing near one side of the club when Carter declared them “the official committee for judging whether people respected the theme.” It became less funny when both women actually started looking people over with serious expressions, causing one fan to hastily adjust their rainbow sash and another to borrow glitter from a friend like they were afraid of failing inspection.

Crystal Zdunich moved through the room like a mobile Pride parade, while Seleana trailed beside her with an amused smile. Ryan Keys posed with Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell for a picture near the bar, and when a fan complimented his suspenders, he snapped them proudly and declared that Carter had been jealous since the second he saw them.

Kat Jones ended up dancing near the center of the floor with a group of fans, all of them laughing as the ship gave the faintest little shift beneath them. Zayvion Lyons watched from the edge for too long, which was his mistake, because Cleo Phillips spotted him and pulled him into the music. Victoria Lyons, who had claimed she was done dancing after the bar was somehow dancing again less than ten minutes later.

Then Carter climbed back onto the riser and lifted the microphone again. “Alright! Enough couple dancing for one second! It is time for the Chosen Family Dance!”

Some people cheered right away, but Carter held up his hand. “Not couples only. Not dates only. Not romance only. I want the people who make you feel safe! Friends, parents, partners, siblings, found family, chosen family, the person who picked you up when you were falling apart, and the person who knows when you are lying about being fine! If they make your world less ugly, pull them onto this floor!”

The whole room shifted after that. People who had been dancing in pairs started pulling others in, waving over friends, reaching for people standing by themselves, making circles instead of neat little couples. It became louder, messier and warmer all at once.

Connor turned to Kevin first, and Kevin stepped in without needing to be asked. Their stamped hands met between them, yellow and blue together, and they started moving to the music while Sarah watched them with a smile that was small but real. Then Miles appeared beside her and offered his hand to Sarah with a small bow.

“May I?” Miles asked.

Sarah looked surprised, but she took his hand. Miles spun her gently, and she laughed louder than she had all night, looking almost embarrassed by it but not enough to stop. Connor watched his mother dancing with Miles Kasey in the middle of the Pride Ball while Kevin stood beside him, and he looked like all was finally right with the world.

Two crew members brought out a tray of glittering crowns, and Carter stood behind them like he had been waiting his whole life to abuse this exact amount of power. The crowns were both ridiculous and colorful. Carter picked up the first one and lifted the microphone.

“Attention, Pride Ball attendees!” He called. “Because prom kings and queens are nowhere near dramatic enough, tonight we crown Pride Monarchs!”

The crowd cheered, and Carter pointed toward Crystal.

“Best Use of Glitter Under Maritime Law goes to Crystal Zdunich, because this woman came dressed like a Pride disco ball!”

Crystal screamed and hurried forward, her cape flying behind her while Seleana clapped from the side. Carter placed the crown on her head, then had to straighten it when she posed too hard and almost lost it.

The next crown went to a fan in red for Most Dangerous Shoes on a Moving Vessel. The woman lifted one foot to show off heels that looked like they came with a warning label, and Carter bowed to her. “You are either brave, reckless, or protected by gay angels! Respect!”

Most Likely to Cry During a Whitney Houston Remix went to Miles, who immediately objected while everyone around him agreed. Carter crowned him anyway and kissed his cheek before Miles could complain any further.

Best Pride Flag Color Commitment went to Marissa Shields for her bi colors, which had been catching the lights all night. Most Improved Ally went to Alexander Raven, who tried to back away as soon as Carter said it, only for Zayvion and Casey to block his escape. Carter crowned him with a grin. “I always knew you had range, Raven, but going from menace to ally is your best work yet.”

Casey Williams received Most Intimidating Ally Holding the Tiniest Flag, which made him look down at the little flag in his hand and smirk.

Several awards followed until only one remained. Carter picked up the last crown. It was smaller than the others, silver with little rainbow stones set into the front, and the room seemed to quiet down when he held it.

“This last one is Heart of the Ball.” Carter’s voice was softer, but everyone could still hear him. “And it goes to Sarah Wayley.”

Sarah froze as Carter walked toward her. “You came into this room tonight as someone who loves her son. That matters all by itself. But you danced, and you showed everyone here that support does not have to be perfect to be powerful.”

Sarah’s eyes filled, and Connor looked down for a second. Kevin stayed close to him, saying nothing because there really was not anything he needed to say.

“There are kids who would give anything to see their parents be proud of their LGBTQ kid without shame.” Carter placed the crown carefully on Sarah’s head. “Tonight, yours did.”

Sarah did not speak at first. She just turned and pulled Connor into her arms, holding him tight while he hugged her back. The applause that followed was not as wild as the earlier cheering, but it was warmer and lasted longer.

Carter stood beside them, letting them have that moment. Miles came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist from behind. Carter leaned it once before lifting the microphone again.

“We have one last thing tonight!” Carter waited for the room to settle. “When I planned this, I knew we were going to dance! I knew there would be drinks, great outfits and at least one moment where cruise management regretted giving me a microphone!”

That got the laugh Carter wanted. “But Pride is also about the people who should still be here. The ones who fought before us. The ones who loved when it was dangerous. The ones who were taken by hate, illness, rejection, silence, or a world that did not know how to deserve them.”

The room went still. Carter let that sit for a moment before continuing.

“So we do what our community has always done. We remember them and then we keep living. We carry them into the music. We carry them into the color. We carry them into every room where somebody once told us we did not belong!”

The DJ waited with one hand over the controls.

Carter continued, “We danced because we can! Now we honor and celebrate the people who should still be dancing with us!”

The opening notes of ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” filled the club and for a second, everyone just took it in. Then someone near the front cheered, Crystal threw both hands into the air, and the whole room seemed to come alive at once!

People started singing almost immediately! Some were good, some were not, and nobody cared either way! Carter and Miles pulled Connor, Kevin and Sarah toward the center of the floor as the lights shifted through every Pride color overhead. Sarah still had her crown on and Miles took her hand again, she laughed and let him spin her into the song.

Connor danced with Kevin beside them, Kevin saying something that made Connor laugh, and Sarah saw it, her son happy and safe in the middle of a room that was cheering for people like him.

Around them, SCW stars and fans filled the dance floor. Miles sang with Carter while LJ clapped along nearby in red, not quite on beat but clearly trying. Alexandra Calaway and Marissa Shields moved through the crowd together for a moment, pan and bi colors side by side. Bella Madison, Laura Phoenix, Kat Jones, Victoria Lyons, Alexander Raven, Luna Pasilno, Zayvion Lyons and Casey Williams were all swept into the celebration, allies under the same lights without needing the night to be about them.

Cleo Phillips danced near the center. Seleana and Crystal Zdunich spun together. Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell danced with Ryan Keys, the three of them laughing when Ryan’s suspenders got snapped by a fan who apologized so fast that Ryan hugged them for it.

Carter climbed onto the low riser for a moment to see what the night had become. It was still a party, absolutely, but it was also Connor standing beside Kevin without hiding. Sarah wearing a crown, Miles looking at Carter like he could not have been prouder, and a whole room full of people making space for each other.

Carter looked at Sarah dancing with Miles, then at Connor and Kevin laughing together under the lights. He looked at fans and colleagues, friends and former enemies. There was still music, still joy, and a room full of people simply celebrating life and Pride. Carter lifted the microphone and let Skywalkers Nightclub sing. They were still here. They were still dancing. And for one shining night at sea, that was everything.


"We’ve talked. We’ve insulted. We’ve both made promises that only one of us is going to be able to keep. Now it’s time to see which one of us is going to step up at Summer XXXTreme XIV. Me or Logan Hunter."

"And it’s not going to be Logan Hunter."

"Logan, you came out here trying to dress this up like scripture, history, and some tragic lesson about a house divided. You want to stand there like you’re the wounded prophet of the Go Gym, shaking your head because I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. But let’s get one thing real clear, Noodlehead. I didn't start this."

"You were the one who got involved first. You were the one who stuck your nose into my business and cost me a match. You were the one who ran your mouth about me on social media because apparently the only thing louder than your ego is your need for attention. But sure, Logan, tell everybody I pursued this. Tell everybody I forced your hand. Tell everybody you’re the victim here, because nothing screams dangerous man like crying foul after throwing the first punch!"

"You said we’re GO Gym graduates like that’s supposed to make me lower my voice, swallow my pride, and let you get away with it. No. That name means something to me. It means discipline. It means pressure. It means earning your place instead of demanding the world bow because you had a good month and a louder attitude. If there is a division here, Logan, it exists because you decided the Go Gym was your personal kingdom and I had the nerve to remind you that other people graduated from that class too!"

"And then you said you once respected me. Since when? Seriously, when was that exactly? Was it when you were talking about me behind a screen? Was it when you decided costing me a match was a smart career move? Was it when you looked at everything I’ve done in this company and decided the best way to get noticed was to drag my name into your little storm cloud of insecurity?"

"Respect is not a word you get to pull out now because it makes your speech sound heavier. Respect is shown. Respect is earned. Respect is what you give a former World Heavyweight Champion before you decide to play games with him and then act shocked when he turns around and slaps the straight out of you! So don’t insult me by pretending there was ever respect between us! You didn’t respect me, Logan. You resented me!"

"And that’s what this has always been about. You can dress it up with quotes. You can pound your chest. You can act like this is some righteous crusade. But underneath all of that noise, you are mad because I exist in the spot you wanted handed to you. You’re mad because I’ve been where you keep telling people you belong. You’re mad because when people see Helluva Bottom Carter standing across from Logan Hunter, they don’t see your grand warning to the roster. They see the test you may not survive."

"You said I’m going to serve as a warning to others not to mess with you. Buddy, the only warning people are going to take from being around you is that getting involved with Logan Hunter is a fast way to kill career momentum and slow ticket sales. That’s your real danger. Not pain. Not dominance. Not fear. It’s the terrifying realization that the second your name gets attached to something, the room starts wondering how much longer this is going to take."

"You want me to apologize to you. For what, exactly? For showing you that you were never the top of the class at the Go Gym? For refusing to let you rewrite this whole mess so you can pretend you’re some wronged warrior instead of a man who started a fight he couldn’t finish? For putting you in the main event spotlight with a former World Heavyweight Champion instead of letting you languish in another one-month-old Roulette Title reign that people would forget before the ink dried on the match graphic?"

"Because that’s the part you should be thanking me for, Logan. I gave you relevance. I gave you a spotlight. I gave you a match at Summer XXXTreme XIV where all eyes are going to be on you, and instead of understanding the opportunity, you made the mistake of thinking it meant you were on my level. You’re not. You’re standing near me because I let this get personal, and now you have to deal with what happens when Carter stops laughing and starts swinging."

"You said I’m going to apologize and then suffer. No, Logan. You’re going to learn that an apology is not something you can demand from somebody you failed to break. You’re going to learn that suffering does not sound nearly as poetic when you’re the one flat on your back staring up at the lights, wondering how the man you called a warning became the man who ended your little sermon."

"And then, Logan, you really lost your mind. You told me to kneel. You commanded it like you were standing on a throne instead of running your mouth from a place of pure delusion. Who do you think you are? My husband? He's the only one that I kneel for and for entirely different reasons!"

"Let me help you with something, a fact if you will. I don’t kneel for boys throwing tantrums in grown men’s boots. I don’t kneel for fake kings, bitter classmates, or men who confuse volume with power. And I damn sure do not kneel for Logan Hunter because he learned one dramatic sentence and decided it made him Moses in wrestling tights!"

"At Summer XXXTreme XIV, you wanted a warning. You’re going to get one. Not for the roster. For yourself. This is what happens when you poke at someone who has already climbed higher than you, fallen harder than you, survived more than you, and still has enough fire left to make you regret ever saying my name with that much confidence."

"So bring your quotes. Bring your anger. Bring whatever little crown you made for yourself in the mirror. I’m bringing receipts, rhythm, and a right hand with your name on it. And when it’s over, Logan, you won’t need to command me to kneel, because I’ll already be bending down just long enough to tell you goodnight!"

[Logan Hunter]

The annual Summer Spectacular Summer XXXTreme was this weekend and Logan was set to settle his differences with fellow Go Gym Graduate HB Carter as the two men had been warring for months, can Logan win?

Logan and Brooke’s Cabin, The Sun Princess Cruise Liner, the High Seas
Tuesday the 23rd of June 2026, 22:30pm

And thus, we take to the seas once again.

The Summer XXXTreme PPV is one of the biggest in SCW’s calendar and this year is no different, last year I was in the inaugural Overboard Battle Royal for a future shot at the World Heavyweight Title, a match eventually won by Aidan Reynolds but also saw me and Brooke go overboard, now Miles Kasey was also in that match but this year? I am facing his husband HB Carter inn a grudge match.

A grudge started by him when he got me disqualified the last time we met in singles competition.

Yes, somehow that gets overshadowed but exactly one week before I cost Carter a spot in the King for a Day Match he thought it was cute to accuse me of being unlawful in my conduct,

I have said it once, and I’ll say it again, I will never stab someone in the back, for it is better to smile to their face as you twist the knife from the front.

That is what has led me to my current situation and this Sunday we shall settle it, after that? My goal shall be to claim the Internet Championship from whoever wins this year’s Overboard Battle Royal, beyond that?

I simple do not know, much like I don’t know where Marissa is.

”Marissa isn’t in her cabin?” I asked Brooke as she returned to our room and she shook her head. ”No point in searching the ship for her then.”

”I mean, setting aside the fact that this is a big ass ship and there are a lot of people on board, not just the wrestlers but the fans and staff as well, we’d be here until next year’s Summer XXXTreme if we had to search the whole ship for her.” Brooke responded as she shook her head and I nodded in agreement. ”Zara’s not in their room either so wherever Marissa is? Her girlfriend is with her too.”

”I had hoped to strategize with you and Marissa heading int the match with Carter.” I commented as I shook my head and Brooke nodded. ”Have you tried her phone?”

”Several times, but she isn’t answering and my texts have gone ignored.” Brooke responded before she joined me on the bed, before long? We started getting………intimate as it were. ”Maybe my older sis not being around isn’t too bad? We have all the time in the world for other things that can involve us.”

It wasn’t long before we started making out and that soon turned to sex, it got far enough that I was down to my underwear and Brooke was in the middle of taking her bra off.

Right as the door opened and Marissa and Zara stepped in. ”Hey guys! Turns out I still had your keycard on me when I went down for Jessie’s karaoke night, so here it is and OH MY GOD!” Marissa yelled out in shock as she saw the before her and Zara tried not to laugh. ”Ever hear of a “Don Not Disturb” sign?!”

”Ever hear of knocking first?!” Brooke shot back while hastily redoing her bra straps while I got dressed in the background. ”Also, karaoke?!”

“I saw it being advertised on Jessie’s social media pages and thought it sounded fun.” Zara shrugged her shoulders in response while we continued to get dressed. “Marissa brought the house down!”

”She did?!” Brooke asked with a tilted head as she looked for her crop top. ”What song?”

”Defying Gravity.” Marissa responded simply and I nearly fell out of bed in shock. ”All those years of being the Shields Twin who took dance and singing lessons finally paid off!”

”I suppose it did.” I responded after recovering from the shock. ”I was going to discuss strategy with you two but I suppose that’ll wait until morning now!” I added and the other two women nodded before leaving the keycard on the computer desk and leaving.

No more distractions!

The ship’s deck, Sun Princess Cruise Liner, the high seas
Wednesday the 24th of June 2026, 11:00am

After last night’s awkwardness we met up first thing after breakfast to discuss strategy for the match, yes it was in an open area but we wanted to get out of our cabins as well.

”I will say this.” Brooke commented as she leaned back on the railing while I looked out towards the ocean. ”This singles match will be a lot easier to plan for than that Overboard Battle Royal!”

”Not like the benchmark for that was especially high.” Marissa commented dryly before she shook her head. ”Besides, Carter graduated from the same school as you guys and is a former Internet and World Heavyweight Champion, he’s flamboyant yeah but it’s not like he can’t go in the ring.”

”I never said he couldn’t wrestle, I merely pointed out that he is nothing but a hypocrite when it comes to conducting himself in the ring.” I responded before I turned to the two beautiful women. ”And this Sunday, while two beautiful women watch, I will pound his ass into the ground and expose him.”

Needless to say? The Shields Sisters shared a look when I said that. ”Err, Logan?” Marissa asked as she blinked several times. ”Are you sure you want to word it like that?”

”I mean, it is Pride Month!” Brooke chimed in while trying not to laugh. ”But maybe buy Carter dinner first before the match?”

It was at that moment that my words caught up to me. ”SILENCE!” I declared while the twin sisters struggled to keep a straight face. ”Come, we have a promo to do.” I added before leading them off.

My time is at hand.

Near the pool, the Sun Princess Cruise Ship, the High Seas
Wednesday the 25th of June 2026, 13:00pm

*promo time*

Here we go.

”Who is The True Ace of the Go Gym Graduates? Because for such an illustrious wrestling school no one seems to have a clear answer! But this match between myself and Carter isn’t about that, it is about exposing hypocrisy.” I stated as I stood near the pool with Brooke and Marissa at my side. ”Carter, you claim to be a good guy but instead you attack those who have wronged you from behind and used deception to cost mee our last match! No more!”

I stated as I folded my arms.

”This Sunday a hero shall fall and you are that hero Carter, you couldn’t protect Ari from herself when she was in the company and now you can’t even protect your reputation as a wrestler and as a human being!” I added before stepping back. ”And this Sunday all of that will come to light!”

”And you have the gall to make fun of my weight because that’s totally okay for a guy to do, right Carter?” Brooke scoffed as she shook head. ”Wrong because that’s a fucked up thing to say, especially to a fellow Go Gym Graduate, and I look forward to Lohan beating you!”

Marissa then chimed in.

”I may not be a wrestler and I like Carter but you have to admit that’s not a great look.” Marissa said as she folded her arms. ”Those two are looking forward to beating your ass, I’m looking forward to a great match and that’s that! See you on Sunday Carteer.!”

It’s that simple.

"Carter I want you to remember one thing as we enter this match, you wanted this and now? you shall live with the consequences!" I stated as I smirked.
"And when I calm my retribution? They will tell legends of my brutality!"

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”The sooner we end this Carter the sooner I can get back to the title scene where I belong!” I added as I folded my arms. ”And when I beat you on Sunday? The world will know where I stand! Carter? I DEMAND THEE KNEEL! YOU WILL NOT DENY ME MY THRONE! And once I defeat you? The title is next!”

I turned off the camera as the scene fades.