Kimberly Williams's Underground Invitational

[supremecw]

Kimberly Williams's Underground Invitational

Technically anyone can enter. They must bring a weapon (So roleplays should make clear what that weapon will be).

Confirmed entrants:
Gigi Steward
???

2 RP Limit per person
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Monday, October 2, 2023

[Braddock]

1 of ? For Wright. Depends on how much time I have.
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As if losing to Adam Brock at Rise To Greatness wasn’t enough, it only got worse for Pastor John Wright of The Sword of Joshua Full Gospel Pentecostal Temple of Joy Holiness by way of Mt. Judea, Arknasas. He fought the returning Sarah Wolf on Breakdown, or at least he was supposed to; but then he was attacked but worse still, he was betrayed! Betrayed by the man he held nearest and dearest to his heart, betrayed by his one true prophet of holiness, betrayed by James Evans. It is sad, really; sad because Wright felt that he was finally gaining some measure of traction in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Despite a fabulously awful losing record in the company, he still managed to earn a spot on the biggest event of the wrestling year; Rise To Greatness. Sure, he got beat by Adam Brock but at least he showed up, at least he was there, and at least he put up a fight. He even had gained some fans!

Ok, it was only one fan and that person really wasn’t a fan, it was just someone Brother Douglas paid to wear his merchandise that night at Rise To Greatness.

Still, Wright felt as if he finally had gained some momentum. He felt as if he had the wind beneath his wings and he was ready to soar. Then all of that air had been taken out of him thanks to the betrayal of the vile, evil fiend known as James Evans. SCW hasn’t even bothered to book Religious Wright on an edition of Breakdown since that point. Has SCW lost faith in the pastor? Does CHBK not take Wright seriously? Or maybe it’s because John Wright has been curled up in a fetal position in his bedroom crying like a little bitch refusing to leave ever since he was betrayed?

If you guessed the third option, you are correct. In fact Brother Douglas and Deacon Vern are situated just outside Religious Wright’s bedroom. They bloodcurdling screams can be heard coming from within the room. It really is sad to see how far the mighty Wright has fallen.

“Pastor Wright, you really should come out!” Brother Douglas, pleading with Wright. “This isn’t healthy for the morale of the congregation!”

“Leave me alone!”

“But Brotha Wright-uhhhh, your flock has diminished since your disappearance-uhhhh, they-uhhh need youuuuu-uhhhh to lead themmmmmm! Deacon Vern says, drawing out several of these syllables for some unknown reason.

“Of course they left me! I am a failure! I am a loser! I don’t want to live!”

“Y’know, Mr. Wright, if you let me talk to Mr. K then I can make that happen.”

“Who is Mr. K, Brotha Douglas-uhhhhh?”

“Mr. K as in CHBK. It’s more polite to call people Mr….”

“Of course. But how could CH…I mean, Mr. K-uhhhhh help Brotha Wright-uhhhh?

“Well, Mr. K could book Religious Wright in a match against Xander Valentine and I’m sure he won’t have to worry about the whole ‘living’ thing anymore!”

“I don’t want to wrestle Xander!” Wright’s shouts again are heard loudly. “I want to be left alone to die of starvation!”

“Does that mean you want me to cancel that GrubHub order?”

“No, dumbass!”

“Brotha Wright-uhhhhh, please listen to reason-uhhhhh, I know how depressed-uhhh you are over James Evans…”

“DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME IN MY PRESENCE AGAIN!”

“Can we at least come in?”

“No!”

Brother Douglas smiles as he gets an idea. “We have porn.”

“What the hell are ya’ll doing waiting out there?! Come in!”

Brother Douglas winks at Deacon Vern before they open the door. They walk into the bedroom, cautious and curious about what they will find. The bedroom is a mess, a cluttered, dirty mess with clothes strewn about everywhere, empty bags and boxes of food and fast food burger wrappers everywhere, the bed is unkept, and lying on the floor in a fetal position wearing absolutely nothing except Holly Adams Brand (Trademarked) Underwear is Religious Wright.

“Where’s the damn porn?!”

“We said that just to get inside.”

“You lied to me?!” Wright sighs and starts crying again. “My own followers have betrayed me now!”

“We have not betrayed you-uhhhh, we just-uhhhh want to help you-uhhh.”

“Yes, Mr. Wright; the congregation is dropping off like flies and they need your leadership.”

“They’re dropping off like flies because I am a pathetic loser!”

“They are not leaving because you are a loser. You haven’t won a match in SCW. Ever. You have been humiliated time and time again on national television and yet the members of this parish still grew exponentially thanks to your time on television. Turns out your idea of making this whole wrestling journey a reality show was a big hit with the parish! They loved being semi-celebrities. They only left because,” Brother Douglas points a finger at Wright “you quit showing up to work on Breakdown.”

“Yeah?” Wright asks, sitting up and looking somewhat hopeful.

“Yeah.”

“See, Brotha Wright-uhhh, there is hope for you-uhhh and this church-uhhh.”

“Oh who am I kidding?” Wright shakes his head. “There is no hope. I had a thing going. This congregation had a symbol, we had James Evans and his message. But then he betrayed me. Without James and his message, we are nothing.”

“The message is important, not the messenger.” Brother Douglas points out. “James clearly never gave a damn about his message, otherwise he wouldn’t have betrayed you, nor would he have recruited some pimpsqueak who is little more than a hardcore junkie. But you, Mr. Wright, you kept the faith. While James was busy doing nothing you fought the good fight.”

“What are you suggesting, Brother Douglas?” Wright says as he stands up.

“Continue to preach the good news!” Douglas exclaims. “Do not let hypocrites like James get you down!”

“Sounds good in theory but what ideas do we have? I mean, The James Evans Monster Truck is finally finished but I suppose there’s no reason to use it now.”

“We could blow it up.” Douglas suggests. “People love a good explosion.”

“Or how about-uhhhh a game show-uhhhh?

“Game show?” Wright scoffs. “Nobody likes game shows anymore. The reality show biz is where its at. Brother Douglas, get your hot as fuck sister who I am secretly having an affair with busy getting the camera crew back here! We need to get on this pronto!”

“Already on it!” Brother Douglas salutes. “The camera crews are already here and have been filming this entire time. I figured you would want your meltdown and slow rise back to the top to be filmed for the documentary.”

“Good thinking, Brother Douglas!” Wright pats him on the back. “Now what we need is a new messenger.”

“What do you mean, Mr. Wright?”

“You were quite correct, Brother Douglas, the message is more important, but so is the messenger. James Evans was an imperfect messenger because he is only human. What we need is to quit following false prophets like James and instead we need to follow the one true goddess..”

“Goddess-uhhhh?” Deacon Vern arches his brow out of curiosity. “Do you really-uhhh think the congregation will-uhhhh believe in your new message-uhhhh?”

“Those morons will believe anything I say. Especially now that the message is coming from a divine deity!” Wright quickly turns towards his nightstand and picks up his “bible”. He slaps a Selena Frost sticker on the front of the “bible” and raises it over his head.

“WE BELIEVE!”

“WE BELIEVE!”

“WE BELIEVE!”

“And with this holy book, I shall return to SCW at Apocalypse and become the number one contender for the SCW Underground Championship! I shall claim that title in the name of SELENA FROST and rename it…THE INTEGRITY CHAMPIONSHIP!” Wright points at Brother Douglas. “Now take us away, Brother Douglas!”

“WE BELIEVE! FUCK YEAH!”
“INTEGRITY! FUCK YEAH!”
“WRIGHT RETURNS AT APOCALYPSE! FUCK YEAH!”
“WE BELIEVE! FUCK YEAH!”

[The Assassin]

OOC: Clyde Sutter
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September 22nd, 2023
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The life of luxury, the feeling of never having to do without, that feeling is unusual for the intimidating and imposing figure that finds himself sprawled out on the sofa in the living room of his magnificent home in Miami, Florida. This figure is none other than “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter. He had tried to live this before; his uncle, then manager Mason Van Stanton, tried to force this lifestyle upon him but it never took. Sutter just never seemed to get attached to that kind of lifestyle. He had grew up on the streets having to fight to survive. That is the kind of life he is used to, that is what he views as normal. Beating someone up in order to survive used to be his life. Being paid to beat someone up, well that was a dream come true, which is why Sutter seemed to be naturally attracted to the world of professional wrestling. But even chasing that dream was fraught with bumps in the road. A native of Birmingham, England, Sutter tried to get his training from the Braddock Wrestling School. And he got the vast majority of his training there, he was nearly ready for graduation before he was kicked out of the school by the school’s owner Glory Braddock. Sutter had been removed for being too aggressive, too full of rage. His uncontrollable rage led him to assault his fellow students and even the coaches and teachers. Mason Van Stanton took on the challenge of guiding Sutter but even he failed to keep The Assassin on a leash. All seemed lost for The Assassin and his dreams until he ran into a very wealthy family with many connections within the wrestling community, the Page family.

Sutter began working as the hired muscle for Tiffany Page in MWE, Danielle Page in GCW, and Vanessa Page in MWCW. They paid very well but they also invested in something Braddock and Van Stanton did not; they invested in anger management. Make no mistake about it, Sutter’s intense rage and aggression is still there, but he is now in control of it. He can now wield it and direct it at his own will, whenever he wants, at his opponents. And with his anger in check, and the money rolling in from the Page family, Sutter has finally managed to achieve two of his goals in life. For starters, he became a success in professional wrestling; he won the MWE Television Title twice and was the longest reigning MWE Riot Champion. But even more important to Sutter than either of those, he regained the love of his life, the woman he thought he had lost permanently. Clyde Sutter once again finds himself together with Melinda Braddock.

Braddock and Sutter’s relationship has been rocky at best. It could also be compared to the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet in that Melinda’s mother, Glory Braddock, never trusted Sutter, she never liked Sutter, and she did not want Sutter to date her daughter. It seemed for awhile as if Glory Braddock would get her wish. Clyde Sutter and Melinda Braddock had split up due to Clyde being unable to control his anger. Yet ever since Sutter began attending anger management, ever since he learned to control his rage, he and Melinda’s relationship also renewed. Everything finally seems to be looking up for Clyde Sutter.

“What a wonderful home!” This is the thrilled, happy voice of none other than Melinda Braddock. Sutter just sighs as he sits up and watches as Melinda walks into the room. She and Sutter haven’t been in this home for very long. It is a home not bought and paid for the Page family wealth, but surprisingly by Melinda’s own mother, Glory Braddock.

“It’s so fucking gorgeous and it has an incredible view of the beach!” She says beaming from ear to ear. “Isn’t this great?”

“I hate to point out the obvious, my dear, but you DO realize that this is just your mother’s attempt to buy you and I back into her life.”

“You’re such a cynic.” Melinda says as she jumps onto the sofa next to Sutter. She kisses him on the cheek. “Don’t you believe in fate?”

“Yes.” He shakes his head. “But I have my doubts that fate has written THIS particular chapter of our story, Melinda.”

“Oh and what makes you say that?”

“Your mother hates my guts.” He states plainly, coldly. Melinda shrugs her shoulders.

“That’s a good point, babe. And I admit, I did have my doubts at first about all of this. Mom has held a grudge against you for a long ass time. But you gotta admit, Clyde, she had good reason to hold a grudge.”

“Yes, I am well aware of my past.” He nods his head. “Our first relationship was tumultuous at best. I beat you, I got you addicted to drugs, and so much more.” He shakes his head. “But I am a changed man now, Melinda. I have my anger, my rage, all of it under control.”

“I know.” Melinda grins from ear to ear. “And I think mom is seeing that too. She may not say it publicly, if only to save face, but I think she’s beginning to recognize that what we have is real.”

“Forgive me, but I still have my doubts.” He shakes his head. “I still believe that she is trying to buy our affection. If you recall, I am not the only one who has had a rough and rocky relationship with Glory Braddock.” Sutter points at Melinda who proceeds to roll her eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.”

“Be honest with me, Melinda.” He says with a smirk, the first sign of emotion from Sutter all day. “Are you really on good terms with your mother?”

“Good terms?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe decent terms?”

“Decent.”

“Look, I admit it, I am pissed off with my mother for denying the Braddock family name and legacy.” She sounds frustrated. “She acknowledges that quack Aphrodite Noel as her real mother, she had her name legally changed to Noel, and when I was still a minor and had no choice in the matter she had MY name changed to Noel!” She shakes her head.

“But your mother has sought help since then?”

“Yes, she has changed. Like you, I suppose.” She shakes her head. “But forgive me if I have find it difficult to forgive or forget what she did to me.”

“Do you see what I mean about doubts?” Clyde asks with a smirk. Melinda nods her head.

“Fair enough.” She kisses him on his lips. “But I don’t doubt your love. You buy me so much jewelry and I adore the new car you bought me!”

“Thank the Page family.” Sutter remarks stoically. “I get paid very well to be their hired muscle.” He runs his hand through Melinda’s long hair. “And every penny goes to you, my sweet Melinda. All of it to pay you back for the asshole I was once upon a time.”

“There’s no need to shower me with gifts just to get my forgiveness, I have already forgiven you.” She frowns. “Not that I’m complaining about the gifts, mind you.”

“I do need your forgiveness. I was an abusive asshole. I got you hooked on drugs and nearly ruined your future as a wrestler. I am sorry, my sweet.”

“It’s all in the past.” Melinda kisses him on the lips.

“Thank you for that, Melinda.” Clyde sighs deeply.

“You seem upset.” Melinda furrows her brow out of curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just bored.” Sutter stands up and starts pacing the floor. “Being a hired gun for the Page sisters is one thing, I get to beat up some fools once in awhile, and it has brought me some success. I have been Riot Champion and Television Champion in MWE. But how much time have I spent inside of the ring cracking skulls open lately?”

“Not enough for your liking, I take it.” Melinda answers.

“I need to get back into the ring and do what I do best. I need to hurt people. I need an outlet to keep my rage in check. I need someone to hurt, Melinda.”

“There is one option…”

“What’s that?”

“Supreme Championship Wrestling.”

“Bloody hell…” Sutter’s voice trails off “...your mother wrestles there. She would try to blackball me.”

“Remember what we just discussed? She’s trying real hard to get along with you for my sake. I doubt she’d ruin that by trying to blackball you. Besides, SCW is under new management. I’m pretty sure the new folks in charge would give you a chance.”

“Doubtful.”

“I’m sure they would.” Melinda nods her head. “Besides, there isn’t really an option to blackball you. The match I’m thinking of is an open invitational.”

“Oh really?” The idea of this being open invitational to anyone peaks Sutter’s interest. “Do tell.”

“It is an Underground Match, which essentially means hardcore. No rules. The only requirement to enter is to bring a weapon.”

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On Camera
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Idle hands are the devil's workshop, idle hands are the devil's playthings, and idle hands are the devil's playground.

It isn’t a good idea for someone as dangerous as I am to stay on the sidelines for too long. It is never a good idea for someone like me to remain on the outside looking in at the carnage and destruction being created week in and week out. After all, carnage and destruction is what I do best. It is precisely why I chose professional wrestling as my career. All of my life I had to fight to survive, I had to hurt anyone and everyone who stood before me as a simple means of survival on the streets. Of course it would make perfect sense that someone who did that all of his life would ultimately end up getting paid to do this as part of his career. It is almost as if fate had deemed it so.

And as a matter of fact, as a firm believer in fate, as the man who has stepped up to embrace his role as the enforcer of fate’s very will, I am grateful eternally for the job that fate has given me. I am eternally grateful for the skills that fate his gifted me with, skills that no one else in this business can match. Fate has gifted me with these skills and has gifted me with this career of professional wrestling so that I could do what no one else can; I can impose the will of fate upon the world of professional wrestling. Everyone has their appointed time with fate. One day everyone will meet his or her end. That is where I come in. Your dreams of chasing after this title or that title, your dreams of competing will one day end, and that is where I come in. I am the enforcer of fate’s will. I end you when your time comes.

Fate has been kept waiting for far too long. Fate has sat back and watched as Supreme Championship Wrestling has constantly been bombarded with fools, degenerates, and idiots with delusions of grandeur running its locker room. These people are whistling through a graveyard, unaware of what danger awaits them, because fate has been waiting, fate has been idle, and it has been idle for far too long. Fate is done being idle. Fate saw its opening when SCW scheduled this Underground Open Invitational. It is the perfect opportunity to thin out the herd, to eliminate any foolish enough to enter. Because anyone who dares to enter this match will have to stare face to face into the eyes of The Assassin, they will stare face to face into the eyes of fate’s enforcer.

Many of these fools, degenerates, and idiots with delusions of grandeur will enter this Underground Invitational because it comes with a promise, a promise of an Underground Championship Match to the winner. The empty promise of sparkly prize is enough to lure just about anyone to their own death. This will be no different. Many will enter but all will fall. And why? Just so they could have an opportunity to face Kimberly Williams for the Underground Title?

No, this isn’t about the Underground Title. This is about fate. This is about enforcing the will of fate upon anyone and everyone who gets in my way. And at Apocalypse, anyone who gets in my way will be destroyed. That includes Kimberly Williams. If I do manage to win, if I do survive the insanity of the Underground, then consider that a message from fate that Kimberly’s reign is on its last legs. Consider it a message from fate that Kimberly will soon be put to an end just like everyone else.

Do I need a weapon? I myself am a weapon. But I suppose I can bring a barbed wire bat, or a barbed wire chair, or some other weapon so that I will meet Kimberly’s stupid little requirements. I will have a weapon but make no mistake about it, I do not NEED a weapon.

I AM A WEAPON!

[Braddock]

2 of 2 for Religious Wright
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It is time now for another glorious, uplifting worship service at the obscenely expensive Family Life and Worship Center at The Sword of Joshua Full Gospel Pentecostal Temple of Joy Holiness by way of Mt. Judea, Arknasas. Only now the design of the worship center has changed dramatically. As per the orders of pastor John Wright, all decorations and all images of James Evans have been stricken from the walls. Even the life size statue of James has been destroyed and the James Evans monster truck is off to the landfill to be done away with. Instead we see a 25 foot tall statue of Selena Frost near the front. Posters and other images of Selena Frost line the walls of the gymnasium turned worship center. Brother Douglas is standing on stage in blue denim overalls a stained white t-shirt and boots. The lights begin to play some flashy disco style lighting as Brother Douglas begins to play his electric guitar.

“I’M A BELIEVER! FUCK YEAH!”
“I’M A BELIEVER! FUCK YEAH!”
“JAMES EVANS SUCKS! FUCK YEAH!”
“I’M A BELIEVER! FUCK YEAH!”

The lights are enough to send even the most normal individual into an epileptic fit. But Wright is convinced that this is what is ‘cool’ and ‘hip’ in religious circles nowadays. Speaking of Wright, he emerges at the back entrance. His typical black liturgical garb is replaced by garb that is colored with a variety of blues, mostly bright sky blues. Religious Wright is carrying his holy book in his right hand and his flask of holy water in the other hand as he dances down the aisle to the music of Brother Douglas.

“UNDERGROUND INVITATIONAL! FUCK YEAH!”
“GONNA WIN IT ALL! FUCK YEAH!”
“WITH INTEGRITY! FUCK YEAH!”
“I’M A BELIEVER! FUCK YEAH!”

Some of the congregation have begun a mosh pit whilst Brother Douglas is banging out this killer guitar riff. Wright dances his way all the way to the front. He kisses some babies along the way, shakes some hands along the way. He kisses one woman on the cheek. Then he takes a second look, realizes how hot she is, and kisses her again, this time a lot more passionately and on the lips. The woman smacks him on the ass. He winks before turning and continues dancing towards the steps of the stage.

“RELIGIOUS WRIGHT! FUCK YEAH!”
“UNDERGROUND TITLE! FUCK YEAH!”
“WIN IT WITH INTEGRITY! FUCK YEAH!”
“I’M A BELIEVER! FUCK YEAH!”

Wright makes it to the stage and steps behind a podium. Brother Douglas stops his playing to allow Wright time to speak. Wright turns to face Brother Douglas.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the congregation, I give to you your pastor, your shepherd of the flock, and your future SCW Underground Champion…” Wright leans over and whispers into Brother Douglas’s ear “...sorry folks, the future SCW INTEGRITY Champion, RELIGIOUS WRIGHT!”

The congregation cheers loudly and applauds. They’re probably being paid to cheer but who the hell cares? It looks good! Wright takes a few bows for his sheep…err, people.

“Now my brothers and my sisters, I am sure you have noticed that our Family Life and Worship Center here at at The Sword of Joshua Full Gospel Pentecostal Temple of Joy Holiness by way of Mt. Judea, Arknasas has undergone quite a few changes. All of the graven images to that false idol, that false prophet James The Heathen Evans have been taken down and burned! No more shall the name James Evans be spoken in this sanctuary! Am I right, Brother Douglas?”

“That’s right, pastor! The name Jame Evans is banned!” And with that, Wright smacks Douglas in the back of his head.

“I just said DO NOT say his name!

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok! Because my brothers and my sisters, even though HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED hath forsaken the name of the LAWD, all is not lost! When the good LAWD closes one door, another one is opened! I opened that door, I opened that door and I set foot into the door opened to me by the LAWD and what did I behold?!”

“A new money making scheme?” Brother Douglas asks. Again he is smacked by Wright.

“NO! I beheld the truth! A truth that the LAWD hath been keeping from me for a long time now! You see, my brothers and my sisters, sometimes you have to go through challenges in life, challenges that the LAWD himself hath given. But I met those challenges. I endured the brutality of Adam Brock. I endured Sarah The Wolf. I even endured the betrayal of HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED! And because of my steadfast loyalty to the LAWD, because of my endurance during these trials and tribulations…”

“Are we on the second or third tribulation now, pastor Wright?”

“Third.” Wright answers. “The first ended with my confrontation with Brock. The second ended with HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED betraying me. Now we are on our third tribulation.”

“Gotcha!” Brother Douglas flashes him a thumbs up.

“As I was saying, my steadfast loyalty and endurance during these tribulations hath granted me a reward from the good LAWD above! I now see the truth! And the truth is not in a false prophet, oh no! The truth can be found in the brand new goddess of The Sword of Joshua Full Gospel Pentecostal Temple of Joy Holiness by way of Mt. Judea, Arknasas…SELENA FROST!”

“SELENA! FUCK YEAH! SELENA! FUCK YEAH”! Brother Douglas plays a few guitar riffs until Wright signals for him to stop.

“Selena Frost, like me, is a martyr! A martyr for the true faith of INTEGRITY! And at Apocalypse I will march into the Ville of Nash! So many of these false charlatans on television will lead you to believe that the final battle of the Apocalypse will take place in the valley of Megiddo in Israel but NO! They are wrong! The battle for tha LAWD shall take place in the Ville of Nash! And my weapons shall be these…” he holds up the flask of holy water “...first, my holy water, to purify those who dare get in my way!” He pours some of the holy water onto the stage, which immediately starts eating away at the stage. Its a pretty strong acid. Then he sets the flask of holy water aside and holds up his holy book.

“And I never go into battle without this! My holy book!” He slams it down ruthlessly onto the podium, causing the podium to break in half. “The Word of Frost shall be my weapon and my defender! I fear not any heathens who get in my way!”

“UNDERGROUND INVITATIONAL! FUCK YEAH!”
“NASHVILLE TENNESSEE! FUCK YEAH!”
SCW APOCALYPSE! FUCK YEAH!”
“RELIGIOUS WRIGHT! FUCK YEAH!”

[Braddock]

OOC: Jessica Lasiewicz entry
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September 29th, 2023
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It is a rather nice, cool morning in Boston, Massachusetts. Sitting on the coffee table in a luxurious living room that appears to be fit for a queen is a card with prints of balloons on it and the words “You’re Invited!” printed in bright pink lettering. That might become important later, but for now the important piece of the puzzle enters the scene with a big, confident grin on her face. It is Jessica Lasiewicz, the daughter of thirteen time former world champion Angelica Jones and thirteen time world champion Andreas Lasiewicz, half-sister of the reigning SCW Underground Champion Kimberly Williams. You wouldn’t be able to tell that Kimberly and Jessica are sisters, not one bit. Whereas Kimberly prefers to live a low class lifestyle in the slums, Jessica enjoys the lap of luxury. Whereas Kimberly is typically manic and a bit crazy, Lasiewicz is more refined, classy, and much more serious than her half-sister. These two sisters are pretty much polar opposites, except when it comes to inside of the squared circle. In a wrestling ring these two are just as competitive as any other member of their family. Lasiewicz has been following her sister’s career in SCW with great interest ever since her partnership with Kimberly came to an end in SCW and she ventured off on her own as a singles competitor. Kimberly became SCW Underground Champion and really took that championship into new heights. Lasiewicz is very proud of what Kimberly has accomplished on her own and she looks forward to Nashville, Tennessee and SCW Apocalypse. It not only is an SCW pay per view but it is also Kimberly’s birthday. Jessica already has a big surprise ready for her sister, one that she hopes she will like.

Before she can make the trip to Nashville, Jessica has other business to attend to here in Boston. Lasiewicz sits down on the sofa. She is wearing a tight form fitting little black dress with long sleeves and a hemline that stops just at the thigh. She is wearing black high heeled pumps. Her long hair has its natural black coloration today. Shortly after she sits down Leviticus arrives into the room. Yes, Leviticus, otherwise known as Levi Timothy Craig, is here visiting with Jessica. The Most Loved Man on the Planet has long been a family friend and supporter of Jessica’s father and the Lasiewicz family; mainly out of the sheer fear he has of them. He carries two glasses of wine, one of which he hands to Jessica.

“Thank you, Levi.” She motions to the sofa. “Go ahead, sit.”

“I’d rather stand!” He answers. “Even Master Media Moguls need exercise!”

“I’m not gonna bite.” Jessica says, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Jesteś głupcem.”

“I don’t know what you just said but I am thoroughly insulted!” Exclaims The Emperor of Entrepreneurship

“You’ll get over it.” She answers sharply. “Now go answer the door. Summer should be arriving anytime now.”

“How do you know?!” He asks incredulously. “Are you Lasiewicz people some kinda psychics too?”

“No, I just know how to read a fucking text message she sent me a few seconds ago.”

“Huh?” And as if it were on cue, the doorbell rings. Lasiewicz waves him on and Levi quickly takes the hint, leaping into action and rushing towards the front door. Jessica remains on the sofa, listening as she hears the door opening followed by the voices of Leviticus and Jessica’s best friend Summer Collins. A few moments later Levi comes strutting back into the room, followed by Summer Collins. The gorgeous Summer is wearing a teal blouse, a black knee length skirt, sheer stockings, and black open toed high heel pumps. She sighs as she approaches the sofa and sits down next to Jessica.

“Why do I have to travel all the way from Florida to Massachusetts to meet with you?” Summer complains. “Couldn’t we meet somewhere in the middle? Couldn’t we have these meetings when we’re together at an event? I mean, we both work for Global Championship Wrestling.”

“What we discuss at these meetings take longer than that short amount of time allows.” Jessica says. “Now, Levi, give Summer some wine. It’ll help her calm down.”

“But this was my wine!” Levi whines.

“Teraz to jest jej wino.”

Captain Capitalism sighs as he walks over and hands the other glass of wine to Summer. She nods her appreciation. “Thanks, Levi. But seriously, Jess, if we DO have to meet at someone’s house, why not mine?” She grins. “I am far wealthier. I have a bigger home.”

“I don’t particularly like Florida.” Jessica states with a grin. “And you were outvoted two to one.”

“Two to one?” Summer turns and glares at St. Levi. “You voted with her?!”

“Look, I voted with her for Massachusetts primarily because Jessie told me to and I am scared to death of her.” The Titan of Twitter remarks.

“The power you and your father hold over that poor crazed lunatic astounds me.” Summer says, rolling her eyes.

“It does come in handy now and then. But most of the time he’s just annoying.”

“I am not annoying!”

“Oh yes you are!” Both Jessica and Summer state in unison. The Sultan of Social Media shrugs his shoulders.

“Ok, maybe Your Righteous Savior does get under people’s skin once in a while, but hey, you two did hire me to get your name on the map and look at what I’ve done? Huh? Thus far this group, FABULOUS, it has been tag team champions in both Global Championship Wrestling and Millennium Wrestling Enterprise. And now I just need to know what you two want to do next!”

“Is that the purpose of this meeting?” Summer asks. Jessica nods her head in confirmation.

“Yes. I think it is high time to consider what’s next for Fabulous. You and Levi are starting to form great chemistry in GCW as a team, which means I can continue defending my GCW Heritage Title, you two can win the tag titles, and we’ll be dominant on that front.”

“What about MWE?” Summer asks. Jessica rolls her eyes.

“I suppose we could beg for another title shot but look at how long it took for us to get our rematch after we lost the titles the first time.”

“Its unfair!” The Maharajah of Marketing remarks sharply. “We’ll sue! We’ll take them to court! We’ll…”

“You will do nothing.” Lasiewicz answers sharply. “Quite frankly, I am done trying to play backstage politics with them. Besides, I have a better idea for Fabulous.”

“What’s your big idea, Jess?” Summer asks with a look of skepticism on her face. Jessica reaches down and picks up the card on the table and holds up. Summer reads it, the card that says “You’re Invited”, and she just looks confused. But not Levi. The Franciscan Friar of Flash gets a sheer look of joy on his face.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He asks. Jessica nods her head.

“Yep.”

“Will someone fill in the blanks, please?” Summer asks.

“Expansion.” Lasiewicz answers. “We should expand Fabulous to other territories. We know that this group is the best in professional wrestling. Let’s prove it. Let’s go anywhere and everywhere and answer the call. Let’s take on anyone who throws down the gauntlet. And it just so happens that someone threw down the gauntlet.” She points to the card. Summer takes it and opens it up. She reads it. She looks back at Jessica and frowns.

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

“I am serious. Kim has convinced Supreme Championship Wrestling to host an Underground Rules Open Invitational. All you need to do to enter is bring a weapon. The winner becomes number one contender to the SCW Underground Championship currently held by my sister Kim.”

“And you’re seriously thinking about going after your own sister’s title?”

“Its all in the name of competition.” Lasiewicz points out. “We are a wrestling family. That’s what we do. Hell, how do you think my mom and dad met? They beat the hell out of each other for the GDW World Championship. I think me and Kim fighting for the Underground Title could be fun. But first I have to win. And that may not happen.” She points to Summer. “Especially if you win.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“No way.” Summer shakes her head. Lasiewicz furrows her brow.

“Why not?”

“Look, I understand your idea of expansion, and it sounds good, but quite frankly, I think I need to focus on making this team with Levi here work out. He and I still have a long way to go.” She points at Jessica. “But you, I think you definitely have a legitimate chance at winning that Underground Invitational.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Summer smirks knowingly. “You are one of the most dangerous people I have ever met. The Underground was made for someone like you. And if anyone can dethrone Kimberly Williams, it would have to be her sister.”

“First I have to earn that title shot.” She sighs.

“You will. I know it.” Summer pats her on the back. “What gave you this idea?”

“Well Kim sent me this silly card.” She points to the card again. “I thought it was a birthday party of sorts, and I suppose it is, she’s considering that whole Underground Open Invitational as her birthday party. And Kim never asks for much. Hell, she never asks for anything. The one time she ever did want something, when she wanted to team with me in SCW as part of Vengeance, I left the company. I left Kim all alone.” Jessica frowns. “Maybe I do owe it to Kim? You know what I mean?”

“Do you owe it to her to participate in her death match birthday party?” Summer shrugs her party. “Sure, I get that. But do you owe it to her to challenge for HER Underground Title?”

“Kim would consider it an honor.”

“An honor to have your sister try to maim you?”

“Trust me, Kim would think of it as an honor.”

“You and Kim are both nuts.” Summer states. Jessica grins.

“Tak, jesteśmy szaleni.”

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On Camera
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We open and we see the wild, bushy haired flamboyant Leviticus. He goes by many names, perhaps you could call him The Man of a Thousand Nicknames? But he is crazy and he is standing here in front of the camera wearing a purple suit and tie. A smug look is etched across his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen! My name is LEVI…TIMOTHY…CRAIG…better known to you marsupials…no, wait, muppets? Miscreants?” He shakes his head in confusion. “I can’t remember what I was going to call you, so just forget it. Let’s just skip to my ridiculously long list of nicknames shall we? I am known as The Most Loved Man On The Planet, The Emperor of Entrepreneurship, Captain Capitalism, Master Media Mogul, Saint Levi, Your Righteous Savior, The Titan of Twitter, The Sultan of Social Media, The Nova Wonder Killer, The Maharaja of Marketing, The Franciscan Friar of Flash…LEVITICUS!” He points a finger at the camera. “And I am here to present to YOU your future number one contender to the SCW Underground Champion, please welcome ‘THE ARCHANGEL’ JESSICA LASIEWICZ!”

Suddenly the screen goes black. A few seconds later and the lights come back on, only now we are in a literal hellscape. Fires are going on everywhere. Jessica Lasiewicz stands in the center only she is dressed in denim jeans, black boots, a black t-shirt, and a black hooded leather jacket. Her long hair is back to her natural black color. She has the GCW Heritage Championship title belt wrapped around her waist.

“Pod ziemią. Uznaj, że Twoje zaproszenie zostało przyjęte. Archanioł nadchodzi, by odebrać swoją nagrodę i zniszczyć każdego, kto stanie jej na drodze.” Lasiewicz smirks knowingly.

“Do you remember me, SCW? I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t. Unlike my sisters, I only spent a cup of coffee here in SCW. But when I did, I stood side by side fighting alongside my sister Kimberly as part of the tag team known as Vengeance. Vengeance was something special for the two of us. Really, the name didn’t fit because we weren’t out for vengeance or anything like that. We weren’t in it for the gold and the glory, either.” She chuckles. “God knows it wasn’t for the gold because the two of us never held the tag team titles together. We formed Vengeance and we rode together as Vengeance to form that sisterly bond, a bond that Marie got to form with Kim, a bond that I never did get to form with Kim. Despite our less than sterling record as a tag team, I still look back on those memories fondly. I even look back on the SCW fanbase fondly. You have some of the most loyal and enthusiastic fans, SCW. And your talent here on this roster is incredible. But one particular talent that you have that I would like to talk about is my sister Kimberly.” She nods her head.

“Kimberly Williams was once viewed as just a sidekick. Whether it was Marie’s sister, or just my sister, or just that crazy deranged lunatic who makes people laugh, no one ever really took her serious. But look at what she has done? Former United States Champion, former Television Champion, former Tag Team Champion, four time and reigning Underground Champion. And what did she do to that Underground Title? She took it and elevated it to great new heights. It truly is one of the most prestigious and sought after hardcore titles in professional wrestling today. No one can touch what Kimberly Williams has managed to do. Now SCW has begun taking her seriously. They took her suggestion of an Underground Open Invitational Seriously and it is going to happen at SCW Apocalypse in Nashville, Tennessee.” Jessica holds up the same invitation card from earlier and smirks.

“Uważaj, kogo zapraszasz.” She tosses the card aside.

“Thanks for the invite, Kim. I got the card and let me just say that your invitation is accepted. I am definitely going to come to Apocalypse. I will be there, not for the simple opportunity to become number one contender…although that is definitely a perk…I am coming for one reason and one reason only…” she points a finger at the camera “...I am coming for you. This is your birthday, Kim. Happy Birthday, dear sister! And as part of your birthday, I am going to celebrate by maiming and destroying anyone and everyone I can get my hands on, all in your name! But to those who are in my path, those who may question my ability to tangle in the Underground Division, I just have to say this…” she frowns.

“Nie lekceważ mnie.” She pats the title belt around her waist.

“For starters, I have held championships in each and every kind environment imaginable. Tag team gold? I’ve done it. Singles gold? I hold that right now. Hell, I have even held hardcore championship gold in other promotions. I am not a one trick pony, ladies and gentlemen, I can do it all and I can damn sure hang with the nastiest and most sadistic that SCW has to offer. Don’t believe me? Check this out.” Jessica walks off camera. There is a brief pause before she returns with a shopping cart full of deadly items ranging from a barbed wire bat, a barbed wire chair, trash cans, stop signs, Singapore canes, even some hot sauce bottles, staple guns, a shank, and a Wasley penguin doll that was obviously inspired by Kim herself.

“Are you ready to believe yet? Better question is are you ready for The Archangel? Because I am coming to Apocalypse and I will rain hell down upon everyone else in the Open Invitational.” She points a finger at the camera. “And if I do win, and if I get a shot at your title, Kim, then all I have to say to you, dear sister, is the same thing my father used to say to his enemies before the opening bell of any match…” she smirks devilishly “...COME AND PLACE YOUR BETS!”

The camera fades to black.

[James Evans]

The Book of James: The Virus, Part One

[Konrad Raab]

Antakya, Turkey. Wednesday 30th August. (Offline)

Although every wrestler in a company I wrestled for on Monday returned to America. On the other hand, I had business to tackle when donating money I made at a wrestling festival. Yesterday, I went to Syria to donate the money to the Syrian government, and today, I did the same, giving it to the Turkish government. However, I was swamped helping fellow workers, some of whom travelled like me to help, but some workers lived in Turkey. Where I am was the worst affected city of them all, Antakya. It was utterly destroyed, and there was nothing left of the buildings. I've already helped build many more houses and cleaned up the damage the earthquakes did to this historic place, or it was.

Each time I helped doing the same in Syria, I let out tears on my face because I wanted to do what I did with Pakistan last year: spend my Christmas holidays here unless something happens in the dirt racing world that I may have to attend to. Still, I knew I had to return to Syria and Turkey because there was so much to do. Even if the supplies of toys and clothes weren't enough.

I know I need to buy many hygiene products for both males and females to help out and get them more money, too. I could use the money I win from my races to donate to Syria and Turkey because they need it desperately. So many lives were lost in Antakya, and I wanted to help people trapped. Some I heard were Syrian civilians as well as Turkish ones.

Of course, just like in Pakistan, I needed help understanding the language here as there weren't many Syrians or Turkish people who spoke English. I was busy building more buildings, along with collecting the damages of the bricks and wood that completely fell due to the earthquake's strength.

It took me from seven this morning to now seven at night to help people in Turkey, putting the pieces together, even discovering the famous landmarks that were here but wholly destroyed and can no longer be functional or rebuilt at any point. St. Paul's Church was one of the many famous landmarks I saw damaged. I even saw people searching for their families and friends; such hard times. It's a damn shame nobody in wrestling could give a shit about helping people that need us during the times of very iffy climate change, and it still wasn't taken seriously enough.

Still pisses me off when I do things like this that I make sure everyone knows I'm willing to help any country that needs me. I know I got a few on my list to sort out, including the wildfires in Hawaii that I do need to sort out at some point, and I could donate money to them as well, and wrestlers still say I'm an asshole outside the ring. Suddenly, as I was finished doing the hard work of building new homes, collecting damages from the buildings, and building new churches, shops and even roads I had to do the last two days both here and in Syria, I saw a kid who had been waiting for a while for me. I turned around, and immediately, he knew exactly who I was.

He had short black hair and looked quite muscular for his age, and I was already impressed, considering I didn't see a gym or any martial arts places around here, or they might've been but got destroyed. He looked so shocked to see me, but at the same time, lost as well.

Turkish kid: "You're Konrad Raab, the professional wrestler, aren't you?"

Konrad Raab: “Yes I am.”

Turkish kid: "Oh my god, I can't believe it as I lost everything in the earthquakes; I'm meeting a legend himself. I was going to ask you for your autograph and picture, but I lost everything. Lost my family, my job, my home. I've been in the streets, wondering what to do with my life."

I could feel for the kid, and I could tell he trained in martial arts somewhat with his body structure, and it was perfect since Turkey is classed as a European country. I was surprised he spoke English, although the accent was pretty intense, to say the least, but I kept talking to him because he obviously needed to talk.

Konrad Raab: "I'm really sorry. My condolences. How did you manage to get out in time of the earthquakes?"

Turkish kid: "I was out doing martial arts of judo, you know, to get me into doing mixed martial arts someday at a local wrestling school. Then, all of a sudden, we felt a rumble, and I ran away to prevent myself from being crushed by a building. When I returned here, I saw my parents, brother and sister dead from the earthquakes. My job and my home have been buried into pieces."

The kid had to cry, and I would if I was in that position. I wanted to help this kid as I walked to get in the car, but I stopped outside the car because I had an idea to change this kid's life forever.

Konrad Raab: "What's your name?"

Turkish kid: “It's Kemal Yilmaz.”

Konrad Raab: "I may not be able to get your family, job and your home back, but what if I made a suggestion to you. Instead of seeking out being a mixed martial arts fighter, since Turkey is technically in Europe, you'd come to Germany with me tomorrow and seek out being a professional wrestler instead."

Kemal Yilmaz: “Wow, really? But I have no money to go to Germany."

I knew that would be an issue for him, but I shook my head at the kid who looked like he was the same age as Ludvig, maybe in his early twenties. It was getting darker, and I knew I had to get this kid to safety, especially since he had been waiting for me all day. This was most likely why.

Konrad Raab: "You don't need money because I will take you there for free. You will have your own room, trainers and everything at my wrestling school in Cologne, Germany, because you have the perfect wrestler's body. What I do want, though, is for you to be a technician-type wrestler because I want you to be a part of what I'm currently growing and building in wrestling right now, a wrestling stable known as The European Fiery Nation."

Kemel Yilmaz: "What? You want to take a chance on me, just like that?"

Konrad Raab: "You certainly don't want to be here homeless anymore, do you?"

Kemel Yilmaz: “Of course not. What is a technician wrestler?"

Konrad Raab: "It's exactly like what you see in mixed martial arts, lots of submission holds and ground wrestling. You will also have striking and must learn European uppercut as it's vital to remember your European roots. Oh, and you will get trained to use weapons in wrestling to fit in with the theme of being hardcore wrestlers."

The kid widened his eyes at the idea of how much more he could do in wrestling than his first choice, and it was a sign he was interested, and it was good because he had a perfect wrestling body that I needed. Of course, I'm taking a risk, taking Kemel on as the potential next member of The European Fiery Nation, but I was willing to take him on as a wrestler.

Kemel Yilmaz: "Wow, that sounds so exciting, more than mixed martial arts. Of course, I accept the offer of you being my trainer and getting all your trainers to help me train to be a professional wrestler. I also like the sound of being a technical wrestler too. Totally suits my style."

Konrad Raab: "It's because I already have a powerhouse and a high flyer on my team. All I needed was a technical wrestler, and I will eventually be your tag partner on occasions, too. But first, you need some training, and then I will fly you to Atlanta and get you started wrestling in a small company I visit for you to do more training there, but to get you some matches as well."

Kemel Yilmaz: “You got a deal. Thank you so much for saving my life when I've been depressed for six months, wondering what to do with my life as everything was over. Thank you so much also for taking a chance with me. Many people never did until you came along and offered this professional wrestling shot to me. I want to improve my life, create new memories, be surrounded by new family members, and create a new family for myself."

Konrad Raab: "Let's get in my car and drive to my hotel. We'll do everything we can to get your passport sorted on the same day or at least get a temporary one until you get one permanently. Your life will get better, kid and your family will always be looking at you and being proud you didn't resort to doing drugs and live your life doing something close to doing Mixed Martial Arts."

Kemel gave me a hug, even pouring so many tears on my shirt and my shoulder as he was so happy I gave him a chance, an opportunity I had never given to anyone in my life. Still, the kid needed to get away from this area and start a whole new life, and his body structure of looking like a wrestler was already impressing me, and his English was pretty good as well.

He went into my car, and the driver drove us to the hotel; we were going to sleep in different beds but in the same hotel room while ordering a lot of food and drink for Kemel, who I aim to change his life forever and starting tomorrow. He also had a long shower because he needed that after six months of being out in the streets, using the shampoo, conditioner and shower gel the hotel supplied.

He ate a lot and made sure he did as he was starving, and then Kemel went off to bed as he was exhausted, so was I from building many new homes, flats, and roads and removing damaged pieces of bricks and wood in Syria and Turkey. Tomorrow was a new day for this kid, providing I can get a temporary passport for him until he gets one permanent. At eleven at night, we slept in our separate beds in the hotel room.

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Details about The European Fiery Nation and having fun with this match blog (Online)

“You know, I don't think we need to get into why I'm doing this match so much, you all know my support for Kim's lengthy Underground title reign and how I support the Underground division and I forever will because this division gets my anger I need to release out to the world. I do have a present for Kim that I will personally give to her at the show, but if there's something I haven't written or spoken about that everyone is curious on what I'm doing, The European Fiery Nation team.

First of, the idea was something I had for a very long time of running a wrestling school in Germany to develop talent from countries that aren't very well known for professional wrestling. I see so many English speaking countries, Mexican, Japanese and Indian wrestlers that wrestling lacks multiple of nationality of wrestlers and why? Because none of you wrestlers can be bothered to seek out wrestlers from other countries and it bothers me to see such a lack of nationalities that I'm doing something about that. Dakon, Ludvig and a future member from Turkey when he gets all the training he needs are pieces to that puzzle of starting a new revolution of having a lot more European wrestlers in wrestling apart from United Kingdom and Ireland all the god damn time.

Secondly, Ludvig's right in a sense that tag wrestling needs evolving beyond the whole regular boring tag matches because until European Fiery Nation came around, there was no hardcore tag matches or cage matches of the sorts, apart from Elimination Chamber a couple of times. We needed to evolve tag wrestling to be a lot more fun and less of the original boring tag fucking shit that happens too often here. Now thanks to us, that's now changing to have high flying disciples matches. We aim to evolve tag wrestling with more violence and chaos that tag division needed desperately. We will get more hardcore matches, we will get TLC matches, we will get cage and hell in a cell matches tag team style because tag wrestling needs that change.

Thirdly, Dakon wanted me to get out of my comfort zone to do tag wrestling because I'm quite insecure about tag matches and I know it's something I must work on. Dakon came to me, not the other way around to do this tag run with him because he had been wrestling for sometime, I said no at first, but when he reminded me what I had wanted to do with expending Europe wrestling base, I agreed to it because it was the right thing to do to develop young talent I have with Dakon and Ludvig. However, I haven't been in tag matches yet because I had to solve things with Kandis first before doing so.

Of course, I do aim and want to tag with Dakon, Ludvig and the future member from Turkey because I do need to do tag matches again, but I have to wait a while I guess to do so. But The European Fiery Nation are here to stay and while yes I run the team along with Dakon, Ludvig and a future Turkish wrestler by my side, Dakon wasn't wrong when he said when they win the tag titles, they are going to do the freebird style of taking turns as a team to defend tag titles because that's another thing wrestling lacks that we become selfish and not want to share a piece of or want to defend the tag title to a fellow member.

That's what will happen when we become tag champions, as much as I don't give a shit about titles, the team does you see and they want me to be under holding tag titles because I saved their careers basically and the Turkish guy that will come in the future was homeless, had no job, no money, no family, no home because everything was taken from him when the earthquakes happened over in Turkey back in February so I offered him to be a professional wrestler and he's really good from training a few times with him now.

But anyways, of course you know the reason I'm going to be entering in this match is because it's for fun and to celebrate Kim's birthday along with the reminder that I was put in this division because it's what made me actually find a path I needed while I was losing where the fuck to go. Cian as much as I hated that asshole opened the path to let all of the anger I had bottled up and used the Underground division since then.

I'm taking part to prove to everyone I never left my spot in this division as much as I said earlier, I don't give a shit about winning titles, they are just pieces of tins to me, but I never have or will reject Kim Williams invitation to take part in this match. Of course, you all know what weapon I will bring with me to the match by now with the mace. I'm still got so much anger to let out in the ring. I still don't want to change starting fires and being violent because I'm addicted to it now, like it's a drug, but not a harmful one that would kill you.

I don't care who is in this match and don't care for the comments you will say about this match, but I tell you one thing, none of you will even come close to being consistent with being Underground wrestlers. I feel Xander Valentine was a pussy about the whole using fists for violence which honestly, is a weak ass shitty kind of wrestling and if he wants to do that, take up mixed martial arts for that shit you weak fucking pussy and same goes to you all if you think you need fists for weapons. Then take yourselves to MMA or boxing if you think that instead of wrestling you stupid fucking idiots. I use weapons like my mace I will take to the match because it's being creative and using fists is a weak weapon to have. Sure it can bust you up, but barely any affect as weapons do. I'm also taking part because I'm not settling for having one match since SCW returned to business to wait until Breakdown to wrestle.

Because I need to wrestle a lot more than most to get all the anger out that's been bubbling in my head. It's being constructive and I know I will batter the shit out of any of you that gets in my way. If I win this match to be a title contender, so be it and take it because I won, that's the only reason, but the fact is also, I need to seek more enemies apart from Glory and Brittany that my team, not me caused to have which is fantastic and would love for my team that includes me to batter the living shit out of them, while I do my own solos matches too.

Point is I'm going to have fun without any distractions or the worry about interference from anyone to stop me. I'm fighting for fun and because I'm not going to wait weeks until I can wrestle again. Happy Birthday Kim because I will give you a special present tomorrow backstage before this match begins. I will smash the shit out of you all, I will spill everyone who's taking part in this match blood and even the fact I will use flames as well, something I still want to do to you by the way Kandis and I still want to face you underground rules style because I'm not settled with stupid fucking regular match, but I recorded the screams you did in pain and how I laugh each time because you had it coming for way too long.

I will do everything to prove my spot of being the male version of Kim and the only guy in the whole division that has stayed committed to it and the most dangerous man in SCW since Xander has gotten soft as fuck to even claim that anymore, just like Kim's the most dangerous woman in SCW. We'll go to fucking war if we have to because that's the respect we have for each other and I respect every single decision she makes because she's the only friend I've got in SCW and it's why I'm taking part and I'll be angry and aggressive of beating the fuck out of everyone with my mace and just enjoy the living shit out of being chaotic because that's where I belong.

I also want to be apart of the elimination chamber match coming up on Under Attack PPV too because I want to be in that match since I haven't been in one for six years and that needs to change and I need to use this match to show everyone I belong in an elimination chamber style match. You see why tomorrow night at Apocalypse PPV what I'm all about.”