<![CDATA[Supreme Championship Wrestling - Breakdown - Fatal Fortunes|| Dec 7 & 14, 2023]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/ Tue, 26 May 2026 22:01:45 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Giovanna Steward | "Cyberpunk"]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3632 Sun, 10 Dec 2023 02:58:04 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3632 Giovanna Steward | "Cyberpunk"

Backstage, Gigi finishes getting changed in her locker room. Her bag is packed and the locker empty. Gigi throws on her leather jacket. She grabs her bag and leaves. Gigi heads out of the arena for the night. Keeping her eyes to the ground, not making eye contact with anyone. She just wants to make it out of there after her heartbreaking loss.

Gigi steps outside of the arena. She pulls out her phone to look through her contacts for a number to call. Before she can find Sasha D. pulls up to the curb in a really nice Mercedes and stops in front of Gigi.

“Hey G.” Sasha calls out rolling down the passenger window. “Need a ride?”

Gigi puts her phone away and hops into the passenger seat. Sasha drives off.

“You can just drop me off near the hotel. I just want to dive into a pillow and sleep tonight.” Gigi looks at the floor of the Mercedes. Her eyes then move around and check out all the features inside. Gigi has a look of amazement. “Wow, this is a really nice ride.”

“Yeah, it’s the new model. It will come out next year.” Sasha says with a smile. “You know, you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself about the Television TItle loss. It was a really good attempt.”

Gigi nods her head knowing Sasha is right. She’ll be better next time. “Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t be disappointed, but I just… I just need to get some sleep.”

Gigi leans her head back and rests in the head rest. She closes her eyes and takes a breath calming herself down. Gigi goes back to checking out the car some more and pops open the glove box. There she finds some cyber glasses and takes them out to check them out.

“Oh cool, cyber glasses.” Gigi slides them on her face. The frames light up with a purple glow. A mainframe appears on the lens.

“Yeah they’re pretty nice.” Sasha nods her head.

The glasses scan Gigi’s eyes and a new user profile pops up on the lens. She slides them back off her face. The lights on the cyber glasses go off.

“Did they scan my eyeballs?” Gigi voices a concern. Wondering what kind of big brother thing she just got herself into.
“They do that, yeah. Why are they stuck in the glove box?” Sasha explains.

Gigi puts them back on and the glass lights up again with their purple glow. She taps the side of the frames to navigate the mainframe to scroll through the internet. Gigi nods in approval.

“It’s actually not that bad.”

Gigi browses the internet on the glasses for a few minutes. They finally make it to the hotel. Gigi steps out of the car. She hands the glasses back to Sasha.

“Go ahead and you can keep them. You looked like you were having fun.” Sasha smiles at Gigi waving her away.

“Thanks Sasha. I’ll give them back at the next show.” Gigi closes the door for Sasha to drive away.

Gigi walks into her hotel room and puts her bags down by the door. She goes over to the bed and falls down on it. Still wearing the cyber glasses and looking at the ceiling. The mainframe looks imprinted there. An email notification pops that catches Gigi’s eye. She taps the frames to open it. The soft purple of the glasses changes to searing red. The email opens and reads it.It’s an official SCW email that was sent out. Notifying Gigi about the next couple of weeks for Breakdown’s theme. The return of Fatal Fortunes.

Gigi removes the glasses from her face. The red lightning turns off darkening the room without its glow.

“Fatal Fortunes. No doubt Katie would use this as an opportunity to get herself a tag title shot. Her fortune would mean my fatal.” Gigi shakes her head, sliding the glasses back on her face, but raising it up on her forehead. “Why am I worried? Maybe Katie will get paired with someone else and it’ll free me up to face someone else.”

Gigi smirks, seeing the fortune side of things for herself. Maybe things are starting to go her way. First the TV title shot and now potentially  getting Katie involved with someone else and she gets to be on her own.

Gigi slides the glasses back down on her face and they light up with its red glow illuminating the hotel room. She tries to visit SCW’s website so she can look over potential partners for Katie. She unfortunately doesn’t get that far. Ads pop up on the mainframe.

“I guess you can’t escape capitalism in the future. These really are cyberpunk.” Gigi shakes her head.

Gigi closes the Ads and works her way through back to the plain mainframe. She gets to the last ad, but freezes up. It catches her eye. This ad is different from the others. It's for a mega conglomerate church. The colorful pink usage of the ad and flashy texts. It doesn't surprise her. She knew this was an ad for Katie to get people to come and see her.

"What even is this?" Gigi says to herself. She clicks the ad to follow it down the rabbit hole.

Several hours passed by and the night sky transitioned to the morning dawn. Gigi wakes up on the bed. She must have dozed off while exploring the internet on the cyber glasses. She looks at the glasses on the bed and puts them back on. Nothing happens. No light.

“They must be out of juice. Well that was fun while it lasted.” Gigi goes back to her phone and checks the time and sees it’s way passed when she would’ve been up. “Shoot!”

Gigi rushes herself to clean up and gather her things as she heads out of the hotel room and checks herself out. She gets an uber to take her to the airport and head home.

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“Fatal Fortunes. How bad is this going to be for me? I have so many goals that I want to see though. So many dreams I want to become reality. I’m prepared to fight for them with whatever destiny has in mind for me. I know what Katie’s heart and mind are set on and if she gets her way, which is totally a thing and I’m not looking past it. Katie always gets her way and I’m expecting we’ll be in some kind of a tag team match at Fatal Fortunes. I can handle this. I know Katie better than anyone and she trusts me more than anyone. No matter what team we were to draw in Fatal Fortunes we’ll be at our best.”

“So whether it’s a shot at the tag titles, a number one contenders match or just any tag team that’s fortune is thrown our way. We’ll be ready. Katie needs this. I want this. I know I’m kind of set in my way of wanting to break free and be on my own, but the tag team titles are something special for me. I have Katie and I have my Maddy and I love them both. The dream of winning the title with either would be something special to have. I know I’m mad at Katie lately and she’s been really pushy lately. It still doesn’t change a thing. If we get something together in this fortune. I’ll be by her side 100%.”

“Now Fatal Fortune does have a chance for chaos. Anything can and probably will happen. Maybe Katie and I won’t even be partners. The best way to make chaos is literally throwing anyone in my place and being Katie’s tag team partner. Maybe, even Katie and I might even face off in Fatal Fortunes.”

“...”

“Yeah I don’t know about that. I just got to focus on myself and what I want. That is not to make this fortune turn fatal for me. I just need to make a statement. Whatever happens. In all the chaos that Fatal Fortune brings to SCW. Whatever matches happen. No matter what. I need to make my statement. If I’m winning with Katie or winning on my own. Whatever happens. Gigi Steward is going to be walking out of Breakdown being a fortunate one.”]]> Giovanna Steward | "Cyberpunk"

Backstage, Gigi finishes getting changed in her locker room. Her bag is packed and the locker empty. Gigi throws on her leather jacket. She grabs her bag and leaves. Gigi heads out of the arena for the night. Keeping her eyes to the ground, not making eye contact with anyone. She just wants to make it out of there after her heartbreaking loss.

Gigi steps outside of the arena. She pulls out her phone to look through her contacts for a number to call. Before she can find Sasha D. pulls up to the curb in a really nice Mercedes and stops in front of Gigi.

“Hey G.” Sasha calls out rolling down the passenger window. “Need a ride?”

Gigi puts her phone away and hops into the passenger seat. Sasha drives off.

“You can just drop me off near the hotel. I just want to dive into a pillow and sleep tonight.” Gigi looks at the floor of the Mercedes. Her eyes then move around and check out all the features inside. Gigi has a look of amazement. “Wow, this is a really nice ride.”

“Yeah, it’s the new model. It will come out next year.” Sasha says with a smile. “You know, you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself about the Television TItle loss. It was a really good attempt.”

Gigi nods her head knowing Sasha is right. She’ll be better next time. “Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t be disappointed, but I just… I just need to get some sleep.”

Gigi leans her head back and rests in the head rest. She closes her eyes and takes a breath calming herself down. Gigi goes back to checking out the car some more and pops open the glove box. There she finds some cyber glasses and takes them out to check them out.

“Oh cool, cyber glasses.” Gigi slides them on her face. The frames light up with a purple glow. A mainframe appears on the lens.

“Yeah they’re pretty nice.” Sasha nods her head.

The glasses scan Gigi’s eyes and a new user profile pops up on the lens. She slides them back off her face. The lights on the cyber glasses go off.

“Did they scan my eyeballs?” Gigi voices a concern. Wondering what kind of big brother thing she just got herself into.
“They do that, yeah. Why are they stuck in the glove box?” Sasha explains.

Gigi puts them back on and the glass lights up again with their purple glow. She taps the side of the frames to navigate the mainframe to scroll through the internet. Gigi nods in approval.

“It’s actually not that bad.”

Gigi browses the internet on the glasses for a few minutes. They finally make it to the hotel. Gigi steps out of the car. She hands the glasses back to Sasha.

“Go ahead and you can keep them. You looked like you were having fun.” Sasha smiles at Gigi waving her away.

“Thanks Sasha. I’ll give them back at the next show.” Gigi closes the door for Sasha to drive away.

Gigi walks into her hotel room and puts her bags down by the door. She goes over to the bed and falls down on it. Still wearing the cyber glasses and looking at the ceiling. The mainframe looks imprinted there. An email notification pops that catches Gigi’s eye. She taps the frames to open it. The soft purple of the glasses changes to searing red. The email opens and reads it.It’s an official SCW email that was sent out. Notifying Gigi about the next couple of weeks for Breakdown’s theme. The return of Fatal Fortunes.

Gigi removes the glasses from her face. The red lightning turns off darkening the room without its glow.

“Fatal Fortunes. No doubt Katie would use this as an opportunity to get herself a tag title shot. Her fortune would mean my fatal.” Gigi shakes her head, sliding the glasses back on her face, but raising it up on her forehead. “Why am I worried? Maybe Katie will get paired with someone else and it’ll free me up to face someone else.”

Gigi smirks, seeing the fortune side of things for herself. Maybe things are starting to go her way. First the TV title shot and now potentially  getting Katie involved with someone else and she gets to be on her own.

Gigi slides the glasses back down on her face and they light up with its red glow illuminating the hotel room. She tries to visit SCW’s website so she can look over potential partners for Katie. She unfortunately doesn’t get that far. Ads pop up on the mainframe.

“I guess you can’t escape capitalism in the future. These really are cyberpunk.” Gigi shakes her head.

Gigi closes the Ads and works her way through back to the plain mainframe. She gets to the last ad, but freezes up. It catches her eye. This ad is different from the others. It's for a mega conglomerate church. The colorful pink usage of the ad and flashy texts. It doesn't surprise her. She knew this was an ad for Katie to get people to come and see her.

"What even is this?" Gigi says to herself. She clicks the ad to follow it down the rabbit hole.

Several hours passed by and the night sky transitioned to the morning dawn. Gigi wakes up on the bed. She must have dozed off while exploring the internet on the cyber glasses. She looks at the glasses on the bed and puts them back on. Nothing happens. No light.

“They must be out of juice. Well that was fun while it lasted.” Gigi goes back to her phone and checks the time and sees it’s way passed when she would’ve been up. “Shoot!”

Gigi rushes herself to clean up and gather her things as she heads out of the hotel room and checks herself out. She gets an uber to take her to the airport and head home.

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“Fatal Fortunes. How bad is this going to be for me? I have so many goals that I want to see though. So many dreams I want to become reality. I’m prepared to fight for them with whatever destiny has in mind for me. I know what Katie’s heart and mind are set on and if she gets her way, which is totally a thing and I’m not looking past it. Katie always gets her way and I’m expecting we’ll be in some kind of a tag team match at Fatal Fortunes. I can handle this. I know Katie better than anyone and she trusts me more than anyone. No matter what team we were to draw in Fatal Fortunes we’ll be at our best.”

“So whether it’s a shot at the tag titles, a number one contenders match or just any tag team that’s fortune is thrown our way. We’ll be ready. Katie needs this. I want this. I know I’m kind of set in my way of wanting to break free and be on my own, but the tag team titles are something special for me. I have Katie and I have my Maddy and I love them both. The dream of winning the title with either would be something special to have. I know I’m mad at Katie lately and she’s been really pushy lately. It still doesn’t change a thing. If we get something together in this fortune. I’ll be by her side 100%.”

“Now Fatal Fortune does have a chance for chaos. Anything can and probably will happen. Maybe Katie and I won’t even be partners. The best way to make chaos is literally throwing anyone in my place and being Katie’s tag team partner. Maybe, even Katie and I might even face off in Fatal Fortunes.”

“...”

“Yeah I don’t know about that. I just got to focus on myself and what I want. That is not to make this fortune turn fatal for me. I just need to make a statement. Whatever happens. In all the chaos that Fatal Fortune brings to SCW. Whatever matches happen. No matter what. I need to make my statement. If I’m winning with Katie or winning on my own. Whatever happens. Gigi Steward is going to be walking out of Breakdown being a fortunate one.”]]> <![CDATA[The Unfortunate Reality]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3631 Sun, 10 Dec 2023 02:55:09 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3631
The Unfortunate Reality]]>
The Unfortunate Reality]]> <![CDATA[Encore, Chapter 5: Riptide]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3630 Sun, 10 Dec 2023 02:51:15 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3630 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MMSF...sp=sharing]]> https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MMSF...sp=sharing]]> <![CDATA[The Book of James: The Virus, Part Five]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3629 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 19:19:12 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3629
The Book of James: The Virus, Part Five]]>
The Book of James: The Virus, Part Five]]> <![CDATA[The G.A.V.I.N. System]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3628 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 15:34:27 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3628 The G.A.V.I.N. System... CLICK HERE FOR MORE!]]> The G.A.V.I.N. System... CLICK HERE FOR MORE!]]> <![CDATA[Konrad Raab's FF entry]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3627 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 11:39:57 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3627


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Barberville, Florida. Saturday 2nd December. (Offline)

Since eight in the morning, while I was in Pensacola, Florida, I've been up because every driver competing at the Snowball Derby was told to meet the organiser of the Snowball Derby at nine in the morning. Nine in the morning, right on the dot, the Snowball Derby organiser said the races for today have been cancelled due to the weather. The Snowball Derby takes place tomorrow, and the Snowflake Derby is on Monday.

The others were disappointed, but it was great news because I could go to Barberville, Florida, to race there instead, as predicted yesterday. I got my truck driver to bring my UMP Modified car, giving me extra time to work on the car before the Gateway Dirt National Invitational UMP Modifieds race that dirt and even some NASCAR racing fans selected me to do. It was a huge honour that I will commit to.

But I also brought my teammate for the Snowball Derby, Derek Kraus and my good friend, who got me tickets to watch him race in the Snowball Derby last year, to Barberville with me. We left Pensacola straight after the meeting about everything being cancelled today and went to the nearest airport to fly to Orlando and get a taxi to Volusia's dirt track.

Derek Kraus was a guy who's into professional wrestling as well as American Football; he ended up bringing Erik Jones along for the ride as they were close friends, but I forgot he was my teammate briefly for the time I was driving Jimmie Johnson's car back in Phoenix for the Cup Series race via invitation to prepare the car for next year on top of me learning to drive a Chevrolet car too.

We walked around the dirt track, and William was shocked as he had never been to Barberville dirt track before. He saw all the names, and there were many drivers I didn't know this time around, although I signed up at the last minute. I had to do a last-chance qualifier race to race in the feature race today. The first thing Derek talked about with me was professional wrestling, being a fan and doing some races with Kaulig Racing as we walked around the dirt track garages.

Derek Kraus: "How's the good old wrestling going?"

William Byron: "Yeah, I've never heard you talk about wrestling since we've been together."

Konrad Raab: "Well, I got to be honest, I'm not entirely happy about this lottery wrestling bullshit they got next week. Thank god for Daytona Beach IMSA testing with Jenson Button, Jordan Taylor and Colton Herta on Tuesday and Wednesday."

Derek Kraus: "What, for real, you're doing the IMSA Rolex Twenty-Four-hour race in January next year?"

Konrad Raab: "Yes, only just honestly. The team I was going to race with pulled out at the last minute, so there was a rapid change for me to be a part of the WTR (Wayne Taylor Racing) Andretti team. Got very experienced teammates that will help me improve my road course racing which I completely suck at."

The one thing I was disappointed with on my NASCAR Xfinity Series Championship winning run was that I didn't have a single Road Course win to my name. But Erik Jones, my teammate he was for one race, had something to say.

Erik Jones: "I've been watching some of your Xfinity Series races this year; I have to with Derek Kraus racing in that, and you've not done too badly on road courses. Winning the Xfinity Series Championship is a big deal. I came forth in the Xfinity Series Championship back in two thousand and sixteen. It's not an easy championship to win."

Derek Kraus: "Even I was shocked I could get a stage win at the Homestead-Miami race despite the decision being a complete accident."

Konrad Raab: "Ah, I never knew you've been part of the Xfinity Series, Erik. Interesting."

William Byron: "Bet you didn't know I won the Xfinity Series Championship as a rookie a year after Erik Jones competed in the championship. They are right; it is massive for you and takes many balls to defend the championship."

Konrad Raab: "Because I know I got to win a Road Course race in NASCAR Xfinity Series before I can move up. Kaulig Racing always said the Cup Series full-time spot would be available when I'm ready. They are such a great team."

I felt so much more welcome in Kaulig Racing and meeting Josh Williams for the first time as he was part of the Xfinity Series team with the number eleven car and me being in the number ten. I could be in the number fourteen car if Kaulig Racing find a driver to race the number ten car. I showed them my UMP Modifieds car as we walked across the field for William, Erik and Derek to look around.

Konrad Raab: "Here's my UMP Modifieds car. I got everything changed to a Chevrolet engine and everything. This baby has made me win a few races, including a few weeks ago. Beautiful machine, don't you think?"

William Byron: "I've seen Kyle Larson drive one of these lately. He experiments with everything, even doing an Indycar race next year."

Konrad Raab: “Oh, I know. He's such a suitable icon for the sport."

Erik Jones: "From getting to know you more from the Phoenix Cup Series drive, you are as well. With wrestling and racing, you do a lot to grow both sports domestically and internationally."

Derek Kraus: "You seen what he's done to Kandis lately?"

Derek had to bring Kandis up, but I knew what he was getting at. I knew my feelings for what she did to one of my teammates on the show last week.

William Byron: "I find it funny, though. Like she's so pissed about you attacking her during her match, yet she went to attack your teammate because of your actions."

Konrad Raab: "I wasn't mad at all. I laughed so hard after it happened that it only made her a bigger coward. She could've easily come to attack me during the match against Polly, and I wouldn't even care. I'm still laughing about it now."

Erik Jones: "That was weird how she got all bitchy about you attacking her during her match, and yet, she couldn't come to attack you directly. Had to attack that Dakon guy. He's your tag partner, right?"

Derek Kraus: "Yes, and that Ludvig dude as well. I have to ask, though, what is the purpose of that team?"

I don't blame Derek for asking, considering I hadn't been around Dakon and Ludvig much and I didn't need to because I wanted them to find rivalries of their own as a team and I join in if I had to, which was the whole purpose of the Polly match to begin with. I'm okay with who they choose as a target. But Derek, William and Erik had to know the situation with them and the wrestler I got planned coming up.

Konrad Raab: "European Fiery Nation are a team where we're trying to build a stable strictly only of European countries for wrestlers to be encouraged to become professional wrestlers. There might be a lot of European drivers and riders, but when it comes to wrestling, unless you are from the United Kingdom or Ireland, there are no European wrestlers from outside of those two countries."

William Byron: "Yeah, I've noticed that most wrestlers are from English-speaking countries."

Konrad Raab: "I'm so fed up with the lack of European Wrestlers in Professional Wrestling that I've opened up a wrestling school in Germany exclusively for European Wrestlers outside of the United Kingdom and Ireland. To get other European wrestlers a chance to become professional wrestlers. But that's what they are helping me with, and I'm already bringing in Turkish European talent pretty soon, and I've got a French wrestler lady on the wings I'm in discussions with."

Derek Kraus: "Turkish, did you get him when you went to Turkey during the help you provided them from the Earthquakes?"

Konrad Raab: "Exactly, more he came to me to ask me to help him. Not many wrestlers would do that."

We talked for as many hours as possible since I had nothing to lose regarding this race as I was more or less volunteering to do it at the last minute because it beats being in the motorhome over in Pensacola doing nothing but watching the rainfall. Why stay there when I could easily focus on setting up my UMP Modifieds car for the Gateway Dirt Nationals Invitational Race in three weeks?

Erik Jones: "Bro, that's so kind of you to offer some Turkish kid a job to be a professional wrestler. That has me wondering, is that your plan to get out of wrestling and race against some of us in the NASCAR Cup Series full-time?"

Konrad Raab: "That's exactly right. He needs a lot of money so I will train him during Christmas. Some of my children from my second marriage, Jasmine and I, are going to Germany to celebrate Christmas. Dirt Racing Nationals are perfect timing, considering Jasmine must go to Japan next week to qualify for the Olympics."

Speaking of Jasmine, there she comes as she holds my hand, and we kiss in front of my friends; she obviously overheard my conversation with the guys about her.

Jasmine Williams: "I'm a professional skateboarder, so I have my own thing going on as well. Our relationship is pretty slow because of how busy we are. Konrad would love to see me do my skateboarding stuff, but he has racing to do. However, he promised to watch me skateboard in the Olympics."

Konrad Raab: "I have every faith you'll successfully qualify for the Olympics as you're so good at what you do. She's really famous."

William Byron: "Compared to the other bitch."

Konrad Raab: “Much bigger. I've seen what Jasmine can do in the streets and skateparks, and she's excellent."

Derek Kraus: "I thought I've briefly seen X-Games this year. Really nailed your run, huh?"

Jasmine Williams: "Oh yes, and I got a gold medal. Now, I'm also seeking to be a vert skateboarder. The street is about a few ramps, but you hop over them and have grind rails to slide the skateboard on. Vert is just all about ramps."

Suddenly, one of the local UMP Modifieds drivers came to me, and he rushed straight towards me; luckily, I was in my dirt racing leathers anyway, just a little far from my UMP Modifieds
car.

UMP Modifieds driver: "Sorry to interrupt the conversation, but you need to get your ass in your UMP Modifieds and do some hot laps as your group is up next."

Konrad Raab: "Shit, thanks for telling me. Gotta go, boys. This won't take long, and I'll tell you more about my plans to destroy Kandis."

I ran straight to my car and quickly put my lid over my head and strap in before I got into my car and put my belts on before putting the window net on my UMP Modifieds car and went to line up with the rest and did a rapid couple of laps. Then I got out and saw how much Jasmine was getting along with my friends while watching me. I caught up to them.

William Byron: "Man, those cars are noisy as hell."

Konrad Raab: "Yes. As I was saying, I got plans to burn the prostitute for good this time and to tackle whoever they throw me in with, although Dakon and Ludvig said they'll let me win without a fight if we do end up facing each other. Right now, I'm not interested in championships until after I've dealt with Kandis. She needs a beating more than anyone, although I got my eye on The Enigma, a new wrestler in SCW, catching my attention of opponents I want to face in the ring."

Jasmine Williams: "Konrad, what about you spend time with me and let the lads get to know other dirt drivers?"

Konrad Raab: "That sounds like a great idea. Excuse me; my lady friend and I will spend private time together. You guys get sorted until I compete in the upcoming heat races."

They understood and walked away as Jasmine asked for it, showing how much she liked being with me. We hadn't yet attempted to say the famous three words, but I was getting closer to it. We walked back to my garage, and I turned the button to close the doors and lock them.

I also turned the lights off, and we had private time together until I was called for the second heat race. Then, I qualified for the feature race and finished 3rd in the UMP Modifieds race. After the race, we headed back to Pensacola, Florida, for tomorrow's Snowball Derby Super Late Models tarmac race.

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Fatal Lottery Bullshit blog (Online)

“Honestly, I feel for my team to be put in this bullshit situation of potentially doing solos matches. You see, you may have heard their videos, but they want nothing to do with facing all of you in solos matches. They were signed to compete as a team, not to be solos wrestlers. Facing them and Alistaire Allocco would be a disaster because I don't ever want to face them, but that's what I hate and I don't know why CHBK wants this bullshit Fatal Lottery shit to happen.

Other than those three opponents, I'm all game of facing anyone else in this because you know me, I will tear and burn the living shit out of anyone. Even Kim is in the middle because while I do not face people who I don't consider an enemy like my team and Alistaire, it would be one boring match, but I can't deny that I enjoy a bit of Underground matches because I love that shit and I can't deny it.

But we also have to address the other elephant in the room, hey prostitute Kandis? You made me laugh, literally. I'm not mad about you attacking Dakon at all, nice try you stupid prostitute, but it failed. What the attack on Dakon has made you be is a coward. I knew you couldn't fucking have my head because in reality, you say you don't fear me.

You do and if you weren't afraid of me, you would've come to the ring while I was wrestling Polly and take my head off instead of attacking someone who hadn't touched or done anything to you because I told him and Ludvig right from the start I handle my own problems. At least all the attacks I've done to you have been by my own fucking hand, Dakon and Ludvig had nothing to do with anything I've done. I've planned every single shit myself.

You better fucking hope I don't have you in the ring because you're waiting to enter into your own personal hell of your prostitute days and showing how fucking ugly you are over. Whoever I face in this bullshit lottery wrestling draw, nothing changes, I still will get Kandis's fucking head, making her bleed and burn her body she loves so much to pieces. Also the thought of the idea of you and I teaming together makes me fucking sick. I will attack your ass before the tag match even gets going. Not gonna be stabbed in the back from your plastic ass again.

Everything else is all go and there is one talent that I got my eye on I've not spoken about and he's captured my fucking interest. The Enigma. I would love to face that guy because to be honest, he's the kind of wrestler who really is making a name for himself and he really stands out. He's threatening and dangerous, just the kind of guy I want to face. Since the day you walked in here, this is rare I give you credit for this, but I do. I wonder what you can do when you'll get thrown in Underground matches when you go up against the King and Queen of Chaos Wrestling aka me and Kim?

Continue doing your work because the more you wrestle and more I hear you talk Enigma, more I'm interested in facing you. I will still despite the respect I show beat the living shit out of you, make you all blooded and possibly burned, but maybe I won't go that far with you since you've done nothing to piss me off, but gathering my attention, you have.

Also I don't give a flying fuck about the loss against Polly. She got angry and mad and that's what I expected out of her. I got blooded and so did she. Big deal, losses like wins mean jackshit. All I care about is fucking people up, Kandis specifically. I will show this entire place what the king of chaos is all about because no other guy has been proving me wrong with how much I can out violence them or even Kim for that matter.

Bring on deathmatches and bring on fucking inferno matches. Heck, bring on me, Ludvig and Dakon capturing the tag titles because as much as I don't care for winning titles, as I said, the team do and it's because they know if they become tag champions, they can promote European Wrestling and wrestlers in a way I fucking dreamt about for years and not just have European Wrestlers based in the United Kingdom and Ireland, yet nobody even realises this, not even the useless fucking commentators. They are violent because it's what drew them into wrestling you fucking idiots. Not sticking to the rules pinfall and submissions bullshit. There is no other sport in the world you can use weapons to beat down your opponent. No other sport in the world where they don't stop matches or fights when someone bleeds.

My guys are doing their job and they are seeking out rivalries of their own with my contribution added to it. They don't need to win matches part from capturing the tag titles to accomplish their goal. They've already achieved one of their goals of being wrestlers from other parts of Europe. But I will brutalise, beat and bloody the living hell out of any and everyone not named Dakon, Ludvig and Alistaire and succeed in it, whether I'll win or lose.

Also Kandis, next time you want to come for me and you know I'm having a match, attack me in the fucking ring, don't use Dakon and Ludvig as sending me a message because it won't work and I'll laugh if you do, considering you're such a tough girl, but you're not, you've become weaker and weaker because of me. I'm the devil and the devil is one you fear and you're too pussy faced to admit that what I've been doing scares the hell out of you, knowing your body is at risk of being burned and nobody will ever see the day of light of you exposing your stupid bikini, nudes and your prostitute behaviour again you fucking hooker.

While all of you I treat the same and I'm not going to back down from any of you pathetic pieces of work. I'm going to destroy you all and the only thing you'll be happy with is a win and I always make my opponents look like they've lost matches because that's how I am and I don't give a shit about being champion because you don't need titles to be the top wrestler, just an extra prop to show off. I don't need that shit, I know I'm the top wrestler and don't need some piece of tin belt to say otherwise. If you need titles to show your the top wrestler, you shouldn't be wrestlers. Simple as that.”]]>


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Barberville, Florida. Saturday 2nd December. (Offline)

Since eight in the morning, while I was in Pensacola, Florida, I've been up because every driver competing at the Snowball Derby was told to meet the organiser of the Snowball Derby at nine in the morning. Nine in the morning, right on the dot, the Snowball Derby organiser said the races for today have been cancelled due to the weather. The Snowball Derby takes place tomorrow, and the Snowflake Derby is on Monday.

The others were disappointed, but it was great news because I could go to Barberville, Florida, to race there instead, as predicted yesterday. I got my truck driver to bring my UMP Modified car, giving me extra time to work on the car before the Gateway Dirt National Invitational UMP Modifieds race that dirt and even some NASCAR racing fans selected me to do. It was a huge honour that I will commit to.

But I also brought my teammate for the Snowball Derby, Derek Kraus and my good friend, who got me tickets to watch him race in the Snowball Derby last year, to Barberville with me. We left Pensacola straight after the meeting about everything being cancelled today and went to the nearest airport to fly to Orlando and get a taxi to Volusia's dirt track.

Derek Kraus was a guy who's into professional wrestling as well as American Football; he ended up bringing Erik Jones along for the ride as they were close friends, but I forgot he was my teammate briefly for the time I was driving Jimmie Johnson's car back in Phoenix for the Cup Series race via invitation to prepare the car for next year on top of me learning to drive a Chevrolet car too.

We walked around the dirt track, and William was shocked as he had never been to Barberville dirt track before. He saw all the names, and there were many drivers I didn't know this time around, although I signed up at the last minute. I had to do a last-chance qualifier race to race in the feature race today. The first thing Derek talked about with me was professional wrestling, being a fan and doing some races with Kaulig Racing as we walked around the dirt track garages.

Derek Kraus: "How's the good old wrestling going?"

William Byron: "Yeah, I've never heard you talk about wrestling since we've been together."

Konrad Raab: "Well, I got to be honest, I'm not entirely happy about this lottery wrestling bullshit they got next week. Thank god for Daytona Beach IMSA testing with Jenson Button, Jordan Taylor and Colton Herta on Tuesday and Wednesday."

Derek Kraus: "What, for real, you're doing the IMSA Rolex Twenty-Four-hour race in January next year?"

Konrad Raab: "Yes, only just honestly. The team I was going to race with pulled out at the last minute, so there was a rapid change for me to be a part of the WTR (Wayne Taylor Racing) Andretti team. Got very experienced teammates that will help me improve my road course racing which I completely suck at."

The one thing I was disappointed with on my NASCAR Xfinity Series Championship winning run was that I didn't have a single Road Course win to my name. But Erik Jones, my teammate he was for one race, had something to say.

Erik Jones: "I've been watching some of your Xfinity Series races this year; I have to with Derek Kraus racing in that, and you've not done too badly on road courses. Winning the Xfinity Series Championship is a big deal. I came forth in the Xfinity Series Championship back in two thousand and sixteen. It's not an easy championship to win."

Derek Kraus: "Even I was shocked I could get a stage win at the Homestead-Miami race despite the decision being a complete accident."

Konrad Raab: "Ah, I never knew you've been part of the Xfinity Series, Erik. Interesting."

William Byron: "Bet you didn't know I won the Xfinity Series Championship as a rookie a year after Erik Jones competed in the championship. They are right; it is massive for you and takes many balls to defend the championship."

Konrad Raab: "Because I know I got to win a Road Course race in NASCAR Xfinity Series before I can move up. Kaulig Racing always said the Cup Series full-time spot would be available when I'm ready. They are such a great team."

I felt so much more welcome in Kaulig Racing and meeting Josh Williams for the first time as he was part of the Xfinity Series team with the number eleven car and me being in the number ten. I could be in the number fourteen car if Kaulig Racing find a driver to race the number ten car. I showed them my UMP Modifieds car as we walked across the field for William, Erik and Derek to look around.

Konrad Raab: "Here's my UMP Modifieds car. I got everything changed to a Chevrolet engine and everything. This baby has made me win a few races, including a few weeks ago. Beautiful machine, don't you think?"

William Byron: "I've seen Kyle Larson drive one of these lately. He experiments with everything, even doing an Indycar race next year."

Konrad Raab: “Oh, I know. He's such a suitable icon for the sport."

Erik Jones: "From getting to know you more from the Phoenix Cup Series drive, you are as well. With wrestling and racing, you do a lot to grow both sports domestically and internationally."

Derek Kraus: "You seen what he's done to Kandis lately?"

Derek had to bring Kandis up, but I knew what he was getting at. I knew my feelings for what she did to one of my teammates on the show last week.

William Byron: "I find it funny, though. Like she's so pissed about you attacking her during her match, yet she went to attack your teammate because of your actions."

Konrad Raab: "I wasn't mad at all. I laughed so hard after it happened that it only made her a bigger coward. She could've easily come to attack me during the match against Polly, and I wouldn't even care. I'm still laughing about it now."

Erik Jones: "That was weird how she got all bitchy about you attacking her during her match, and yet, she couldn't come to attack you directly. Had to attack that Dakon guy. He's your tag partner, right?"

Derek Kraus: "Yes, and that Ludvig dude as well. I have to ask, though, what is the purpose of that team?"

I don't blame Derek for asking, considering I hadn't been around Dakon and Ludvig much and I didn't need to because I wanted them to find rivalries of their own as a team and I join in if I had to, which was the whole purpose of the Polly match to begin with. I'm okay with who they choose as a target. But Derek, William and Erik had to know the situation with them and the wrestler I got planned coming up.

Konrad Raab: "European Fiery Nation are a team where we're trying to build a stable strictly only of European countries for wrestlers to be encouraged to become professional wrestlers. There might be a lot of European drivers and riders, but when it comes to wrestling, unless you are from the United Kingdom or Ireland, there are no European wrestlers from outside of those two countries."

William Byron: "Yeah, I've noticed that most wrestlers are from English-speaking countries."

Konrad Raab: "I'm so fed up with the lack of European Wrestlers in Professional Wrestling that I've opened up a wrestling school in Germany exclusively for European Wrestlers outside of the United Kingdom and Ireland. To get other European wrestlers a chance to become professional wrestlers. But that's what they are helping me with, and I'm already bringing in Turkish European talent pretty soon, and I've got a French wrestler lady on the wings I'm in discussions with."

Derek Kraus: "Turkish, did you get him when you went to Turkey during the help you provided them from the Earthquakes?"

Konrad Raab: "Exactly, more he came to me to ask me to help him. Not many wrestlers would do that."

We talked for as many hours as possible since I had nothing to lose regarding this race as I was more or less volunteering to do it at the last minute because it beats being in the motorhome over in Pensacola doing nothing but watching the rainfall. Why stay there when I could easily focus on setting up my UMP Modifieds car for the Gateway Dirt Nationals Invitational Race in three weeks?

Erik Jones: "Bro, that's so kind of you to offer some Turkish kid a job to be a professional wrestler. That has me wondering, is that your plan to get out of wrestling and race against some of us in the NASCAR Cup Series full-time?"

Konrad Raab: "That's exactly right. He needs a lot of money so I will train him during Christmas. Some of my children from my second marriage, Jasmine and I, are going to Germany to celebrate Christmas. Dirt Racing Nationals are perfect timing, considering Jasmine must go to Japan next week to qualify for the Olympics."

Speaking of Jasmine, there she comes as she holds my hand, and we kiss in front of my friends; she obviously overheard my conversation with the guys about her.

Jasmine Williams: "I'm a professional skateboarder, so I have my own thing going on as well. Our relationship is pretty slow because of how busy we are. Konrad would love to see me do my skateboarding stuff, but he has racing to do. However, he promised to watch me skateboard in the Olympics."

Konrad Raab: "I have every faith you'll successfully qualify for the Olympics as you're so good at what you do. She's really famous."

William Byron: "Compared to the other bitch."

Konrad Raab: “Much bigger. I've seen what Jasmine can do in the streets and skateparks, and she's excellent."

Derek Kraus: "I thought I've briefly seen X-Games this year. Really nailed your run, huh?"

Jasmine Williams: "Oh yes, and I got a gold medal. Now, I'm also seeking to be a vert skateboarder. The street is about a few ramps, but you hop over them and have grind rails to slide the skateboard on. Vert is just all about ramps."

Suddenly, one of the local UMP Modifieds drivers came to me, and he rushed straight towards me; luckily, I was in my dirt racing leathers anyway, just a little far from my UMP Modifieds
car.

UMP Modifieds driver: "Sorry to interrupt the conversation, but you need to get your ass in your UMP Modifieds and do some hot laps as your group is up next."

Konrad Raab: "Shit, thanks for telling me. Gotta go, boys. This won't take long, and I'll tell you more about my plans to destroy Kandis."

I ran straight to my car and quickly put my lid over my head and strap in before I got into my car and put my belts on before putting the window net on my UMP Modifieds car and went to line up with the rest and did a rapid couple of laps. Then I got out and saw how much Jasmine was getting along with my friends while watching me. I caught up to them.

William Byron: "Man, those cars are noisy as hell."

Konrad Raab: "Yes. As I was saying, I got plans to burn the prostitute for good this time and to tackle whoever they throw me in with, although Dakon and Ludvig said they'll let me win without a fight if we do end up facing each other. Right now, I'm not interested in championships until after I've dealt with Kandis. She needs a beating more than anyone, although I got my eye on The Enigma, a new wrestler in SCW, catching my attention of opponents I want to face in the ring."

Jasmine Williams: "Konrad, what about you spend time with me and let the lads get to know other dirt drivers?"

Konrad Raab: "That sounds like a great idea. Excuse me; my lady friend and I will spend private time together. You guys get sorted until I compete in the upcoming heat races."

They understood and walked away as Jasmine asked for it, showing how much she liked being with me. We hadn't yet attempted to say the famous three words, but I was getting closer to it. We walked back to my garage, and I turned the button to close the doors and lock them.

I also turned the lights off, and we had private time together until I was called for the second heat race. Then, I qualified for the feature race and finished 3rd in the UMP Modifieds race. After the race, we headed back to Pensacola, Florida, for tomorrow's Snowball Derby Super Late Models tarmac race.

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Fatal Lottery Bullshit blog (Online)

“Honestly, I feel for my team to be put in this bullshit situation of potentially doing solos matches. You see, you may have heard their videos, but they want nothing to do with facing all of you in solos matches. They were signed to compete as a team, not to be solos wrestlers. Facing them and Alistaire Allocco would be a disaster because I don't ever want to face them, but that's what I hate and I don't know why CHBK wants this bullshit Fatal Lottery shit to happen.

Other than those three opponents, I'm all game of facing anyone else in this because you know me, I will tear and burn the living shit out of anyone. Even Kim is in the middle because while I do not face people who I don't consider an enemy like my team and Alistaire, it would be one boring match, but I can't deny that I enjoy a bit of Underground matches because I love that shit and I can't deny it.

But we also have to address the other elephant in the room, hey prostitute Kandis? You made me laugh, literally. I'm not mad about you attacking Dakon at all, nice try you stupid prostitute, but it failed. What the attack on Dakon has made you be is a coward. I knew you couldn't fucking have my head because in reality, you say you don't fear me.

You do and if you weren't afraid of me, you would've come to the ring while I was wrestling Polly and take my head off instead of attacking someone who hadn't touched or done anything to you because I told him and Ludvig right from the start I handle my own problems. At least all the attacks I've done to you have been by my own fucking hand, Dakon and Ludvig had nothing to do with anything I've done. I've planned every single shit myself.

You better fucking hope I don't have you in the ring because you're waiting to enter into your own personal hell of your prostitute days and showing how fucking ugly you are over. Whoever I face in this bullshit lottery wrestling draw, nothing changes, I still will get Kandis's fucking head, making her bleed and burn her body she loves so much to pieces. Also the thought of the idea of you and I teaming together makes me fucking sick. I will attack your ass before the tag match even gets going. Not gonna be stabbed in the back from your plastic ass again.

Everything else is all go and there is one talent that I got my eye on I've not spoken about and he's captured my fucking interest. The Enigma. I would love to face that guy because to be honest, he's the kind of wrestler who really is making a name for himself and he really stands out. He's threatening and dangerous, just the kind of guy I want to face. Since the day you walked in here, this is rare I give you credit for this, but I do. I wonder what you can do when you'll get thrown in Underground matches when you go up against the King and Queen of Chaos Wrestling aka me and Kim?

Continue doing your work because the more you wrestle and more I hear you talk Enigma, more I'm interested in facing you. I will still despite the respect I show beat the living shit out of you, make you all blooded and possibly burned, but maybe I won't go that far with you since you've done nothing to piss me off, but gathering my attention, you have.

Also I don't give a flying fuck about the loss against Polly. She got angry and mad and that's what I expected out of her. I got blooded and so did she. Big deal, losses like wins mean jackshit. All I care about is fucking people up, Kandis specifically. I will show this entire place what the king of chaos is all about because no other guy has been proving me wrong with how much I can out violence them or even Kim for that matter.

Bring on deathmatches and bring on fucking inferno matches. Heck, bring on me, Ludvig and Dakon capturing the tag titles because as much as I don't care for winning titles, as I said, the team do and it's because they know if they become tag champions, they can promote European Wrestling and wrestlers in a way I fucking dreamt about for years and not just have European Wrestlers based in the United Kingdom and Ireland, yet nobody even realises this, not even the useless fucking commentators. They are violent because it's what drew them into wrestling you fucking idiots. Not sticking to the rules pinfall and submissions bullshit. There is no other sport in the world you can use weapons to beat down your opponent. No other sport in the world where they don't stop matches or fights when someone bleeds.

My guys are doing their job and they are seeking out rivalries of their own with my contribution added to it. They don't need to win matches part from capturing the tag titles to accomplish their goal. They've already achieved one of their goals of being wrestlers from other parts of Europe. But I will brutalise, beat and bloody the living hell out of any and everyone not named Dakon, Ludvig and Alistaire and succeed in it, whether I'll win or lose.

Also Kandis, next time you want to come for me and you know I'm having a match, attack me in the fucking ring, don't use Dakon and Ludvig as sending me a message because it won't work and I'll laugh if you do, considering you're such a tough girl, but you're not, you've become weaker and weaker because of me. I'm the devil and the devil is one you fear and you're too pussy faced to admit that what I've been doing scares the hell out of you, knowing your body is at risk of being burned and nobody will ever see the day of light of you exposing your stupid bikini, nudes and your prostitute behaviour again you fucking hooker.

While all of you I treat the same and I'm not going to back down from any of you pathetic pieces of work. I'm going to destroy you all and the only thing you'll be happy with is a win and I always make my opponents look like they've lost matches because that's how I am and I don't give a shit about being champion because you don't need titles to be the top wrestler, just an extra prop to show off. I don't need that shit, I know I'm the top wrestler and don't need some piece of tin belt to say otherwise. If you need titles to show your the top wrestler, you shouldn't be wrestlers. Simple as that.”]]> <![CDATA[Fatal Fortunes CD - Kirsten Scott]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3626 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 05:55:30 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3626 {NEHMIAH: Chapter 7}

... And it happened.  My parents and I, face to face, for the first time since I brought their entire world crashing down on them.  My father, the man who helped bring me into this world, being completely disingenuous to me, and I could see through it.  These were the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally, and one of them was there trying to simply get me back on their side, for their own personal gain.

My question is, why now?

Why, when I had been called out by Emma and Hailey, where they could see through my safeguards, see my vulnerabilities, and know that I have qualms about the fact I don't have the perfect relationship with my family, like others do?  That is the question that I ponder and I wonder if time and if everything truly falls into the trope of "everything happens for a reason?"

Does it?

Did I encounter them for a reason?

I don't know... And not knowing is something that doesn't sit well because that has only been my position when I was told to go to my room, not come out, and my parents would engage in activities I still hate to think about.  I feel like not knowing is putting me back in my room, and putting me back in a position where there is something happening in my blind spot and it's my job to just act like nothing is wrong.  And all I ask is one simple question...

Why?

Why would the people who brought me into this world put me in a position where they realized the damage they did in making me "look the other way," and then just immediately think they could impose their will again?  Why would they want that for their daughter?  Why would they want to hurt me for their own satisfaction?

This is the turmoil that boils inside me.  This is what I live with.  This is how I feel day-in and day-out.  Hailey and Emma were able to push through my barriers and now the floodgates of emotion are spilling into my blood and making me ill just feeling everything that I feel.  I am "The One," and my job isn't to "feel" anything, but here I am, worried about people who don't give a damn about me.  They look upon me as a pawn in a game and it's pushing me to the brink of wanting to do the one thing, the one thing...

THE... ONE... THING...

... That I never thought I would ever do, once I took the role of "The One," and that's... Run...

In the duplex being lived in by the group of Emma, Ethan, Hailey, and Kirsten, everyone but Kirsten sits inside in various rooms, watching television, napping, or just enjoying the quiet.  Kirsten, however, is atop the balcony, once again outside, overlooking the "wildlife" that their current home backs up to.  She listens to the cows mooing, the frogs in the creek ribbiting, trying to clear her mind of the event that had happened days prior.

Since the encounter at the grocery store, where she, effectively, confronted her parents, not being prepared or ready, she has had her mind racing.  She has felt a sense of anger, a sense of pain, a sense of every negative emotion imaginable, and done everything she could to hide it from the rest.  Her self-expulsion from the group, on the balcony, though, has told them all that something is wrong and not sitting well with her.  It's this uncomfortable situation that leads Emma, the leading empath to the group, to approach the surrogate to Kirsten, in Hailey, and see what the next steps should be, even though she is in her room, alone, reading a book.

Emma Taylor: Hailey...?

Hailey looks up, toward her doorway, to see Emma.

Hailey Brooks: What's up?  Everything ok?

Emma Taylor: I... I don't know... Something is wrong with Kirsten, and I feel it.  I feel it deep inside my heart, and I don't know what to do.  I don't want another situation where she yells.  It hurts me more than she recognizes...

Hailey Brooks: I can promise you, she feels bad anytime she yells at you... Me, she knows I'll get over and she'll get over... You... You're different.  And that's not something I'm mad about.  We all handle confrontation differently.  She and I handle it more aggressively than you and her.  Trust me when I say, she still feels bad about how she confronted you...

Emma looks down, feeling a sense of relief, knowing her "one person" wasn't harboring anger toward her.  She looks back up at Hailey and continues.

Emma Taylor: ... That... Helps... But the fact is, I still feel this about her NOW.  I feel something isn't "OK" with her, right now, and she's in a bad place...

Hailey realizes Emma doesn't know what happened.

Hailey Brooks: Let me say this... She came face to face with her parents, and I don't think she was ready for it.  It wasn't pretty to say the least.  She's been quiet with me, too, since then.  She's been a bit distant.  I've let her be...

Emma quickly jumps in.

Emma Taylor: But that's not how she is with me, and I can't let her be... I can't let her suffer... Especially when I feel it, too...

Hailey Brooks: I get that, and I wish I knew how we could snap her out of it, but I don't know what the magic words are.  There is no "alakazam" for this situation.  Life doesn't have fixes like a simple computer program with a bug, that you can just insert a comma in, and everything work.  Life sucks.  Sometimes, we suffer...

Emma shakes her head.

Emma Taylor: NO!  No we don't!  I'm not saying everything can be fixed, but she can quit being so distant.  She can quit pushing us away.  And it's time we do something, and try and get through to her... Together...

Hailey Brooks: Emma... I get it... You want her to be more emotional and trust us.  I was in her shoes.  It doesn't happen overnight...

Emma Taylor: But it HAPPENS!  And WE can be the ones who begin that change...

Hailey takes a sigh and puts her book down.

Hailey Brooks: ... And I'm guessing you want us to go talk to her and get it out of her?

Emma Taylor: ... I mean, don't you think so?

Hailey Brooks: I'd personally hate you for it, but she wouldn't hate you for any reason, so I guess it's worth a shot...

Hailey gets up from her bed and follows Emma toward the balcony of their duplex.  Emma reaches the door far quicker than Hailey, who is much less "gung ho" than her counterpart.  From the outside, Kirsten sees the blinds move, on the door to their balcony, and realizes shes is about to have company, and takes a deep breath.  From the inside, once Hailey and Emma are together, they emerge and take positions at both corners of the balcony, flanking Kirsten on both sides.

Initially, Kirsten's first reaction is fight and then flight, but she realizes who the two are, and realizes Hailey is the one closest to the door, making an escape a little more turbulent than she would like.  She resigns herself back into her chair and just begins to look at each of them with a very stoic look on her face, trying to hide the emotion hiding behind it.

Hailey Brooks: So... You ok...?

Kirsten can't roll her eyes fast enough, knowing everyone knows where her emotions stand.

Kirsten Scott: Why no... No I am not!  I just fucking go to the store to get us groceries and have my parents staring me down on aisle 12.  Next thing I know my father is placating me, trying to make me be all happy-go-lucky, and my mother stands there like she's seen a ghost and just plays off of him.  And here I am, you two knowing that I don't like the fact that our relationship died on behalf of me, and then I'm being asked, "hey bruv, you doing alright," like magically that wouldn't fuck with my mind?

So... No!  I'm not OK!

I'm pretty fucking far from OK!

Emma takes a deep breath and Hailey leans back as if being blasted by the words of her friend.

Hailey Brooks: So, what you're saying is... You OK there, Marcellus?

Kirsten, not realizing what she said, lets out a snicker and droops her head down, then takes a breath and lets the seriousness of the situation take hold again.

Kirsten Scott: Shut up...

The fact is, if you want me to be blunt, is I didn't get m holy reunion, like you did.  I didn't get me and my family making up and hugging and planning the meal we all got to sit around and eat.  What did I get?  I got my parents staring me down in a fucking grocery store.  I got my father trying to play me like his little ape that he had run his whole life.  I got to have my mom stand there and do NOTHING while he tried to manipulate me.

I got to have the ultimate embarrassment, where all of us, are the ultimate embarrassment to the public, because of who we are, and what we did.  We aren't some heroes to many... We are the fucking villains and I felt that in that store while my own fucking father was trying to manipulate me.  He wasn't trying to love his daughter, no, he was trying to get himself in a blessing where he felt fucking SAFE!

Kirsten sits up from her chair.

Kirsten Scott: ... Nobody realizes what it is I'm going through.  Nobody understands what it is I'm facing every minute I sit down to think.  You all think it is some simple "forgive or forget" situation... Don't you?

Hailey smirks.

Hailey Brooks: I guess I ask you this... Do you want me to tell you how STUPID you are, or not?

Kirsten Scott: Fuck you...

Hailey smirks again.

Hailey Brooks: I'll take that as a yes...

You are the dumbass, right now... You think, after all this time, me and my family has been this picket fence type of relationship as we have grown back together.  You Have sat there and made it part of your mindset that we had no problems.  But the fact is we we have so much further to go than you'd even imagine.  Because our lives aren't all rainbows and unicorns, Kirsten.  We still have shit to figure out.  We have things I don't trust them on and vise versa.

But unfortunately you don't see that...

Emma wastes no time jumping into the discussion, and tries to redirect it away from the one V one situation being created.

Emma Taylor: What are you feeling, on the inside?

Kirsten's head slumps.  She takes a breath because she knows Emma sees through her and lying would show her weakness in admitting how she feels in front of Hailey.

Kirsten Scott: I feel anger... I feel pain...

Hailey's eyes widen, seeing her friend actually admit emotions in front of her.

Kirsten Scott: ... I feel like I'm alone in this world because I don't have what everyone else has.  I feel like I was a pawn in a game that was being played by those who are supposed to love me, and yet, only one is now seeing it.  Y'all didn't see the looks in their eyes, like I did.  My dad, he hasn't changed.  He was trying to play me for a fool again.  He wanted me to use me again, to protect himself, and probably get everything back he had lost.

But my mom...

Kirsten sighs.

Kirsten Scott: ... My mom, for the first time that I could remember, looked at me caring and happy to see me.  My mom saw her daughter for the first time, and she was silenced by the man who just wanted to find ways to get his rocks off and have fun again.  And then there was me... I couldn't trust, can't trust, either of them.  My mom, she may have seen me, but she doesn't have the backbone to stand up to my dad.  She doesn't have the strength inside.  So I can't even trust what I see with my own eyes...

Emma Taylor: You should trust YOUR instincts and perceptions.  Don't let someone else force you to believe what you don't believe yourself.

Hailey Brooks: And honestly, why can't you just reach out to your mom only?  Just reach out and say, "let's talk..."

Kirsten shakes her head.

Kirsten Scott: Because, like I said, I couldn't trust her not to be coerced into telling my father everything, and him then trying to use it against me.  Like I said, she has no backbone in this.  I don't even know if she "liked" their arrangements with others, or just went along because she was "supposed" to.

I just feel he would ultimately manipulate her into telling him whatever he wanted to hear, including anything "deep" I told her...

It's at this moment her phone chimes an alert with a text message, and the preview of it simply says "Mom."

Kirsten Scott: Irony at its finest I bet...

She turns the phone to show Emma and Hailey who it is from, then turns her phone back toward her.  She unlocks it to read the message, and it simply says, "We need to talk, just you and I, alone.  I promise, alone.  I'm sorry for everything.".  Kirsten freezes, and Emma and Hailey both are curious.  Kirsten just stares into the distance and hands her phone over to her friends to read, both of whom are shocked at the contents of the message.  They hand Kirsten her phone back as she looks straight ahead and one single tear slowly begins to drip down her face, and her mind races with emotions, confusion, and concern about what this means, and ultimately, if it is legitimate.  She tosses her phone on the outdoor table and just droops her head.  Hailey slowly walks inside to get Kirsten something to drink, as Emma walks over, and crouches down in front of the woman she sees as a heroine, and simply hugs her, having sensed the pain she is facing inside.  Kirsten leans her head into Emma's shoulder, knowing this is the one individual she can show pure vulnerability to, and allows another teardrop to fall.
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... And it happened.  My parents and I, face to face, for the first time since I brought their entire world crashing down on them.  My father, the man who helped bring me into this world, being completely disingenuous to me, and I could see through it.  These were the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally, and one of them was there trying to simply get me back on their side, for their own personal gain.

My question is, why now?

Why, when I had been called out by Emma and Hailey, where they could see through my safeguards, see my vulnerabilities, and know that I have qualms about the fact I don't have the perfect relationship with my family, like others do?  That is the question that I ponder and I wonder if time and if everything truly falls into the trope of "everything happens for a reason?"

Does it?

Did I encounter them for a reason?

I don't know... And not knowing is something that doesn't sit well because that has only been my position when I was told to go to my room, not come out, and my parents would engage in activities I still hate to think about.  I feel like not knowing is putting me back in my room, and putting me back in a position where there is something happening in my blind spot and it's my job to just act like nothing is wrong.  And all I ask is one simple question...

Why?

Why would the people who brought me into this world put me in a position where they realized the damage they did in making me "look the other way," and then just immediately think they could impose their will again?  Why would they want that for their daughter?  Why would they want to hurt me for their own satisfaction?

This is the turmoil that boils inside me.  This is what I live with.  This is how I feel day-in and day-out.  Hailey and Emma were able to push through my barriers and now the floodgates of emotion are spilling into my blood and making me ill just feeling everything that I feel.  I am "The One," and my job isn't to "feel" anything, but here I am, worried about people who don't give a damn about me.  They look upon me as a pawn in a game and it's pushing me to the brink of wanting to do the one thing, the one thing...

THE... ONE... THING...

... That I never thought I would ever do, once I took the role of "The One," and that's... Run...

In the duplex being lived in by the group of Emma, Ethan, Hailey, and Kirsten, everyone but Kirsten sits inside in various rooms, watching television, napping, or just enjoying the quiet.  Kirsten, however, is atop the balcony, once again outside, overlooking the "wildlife" that their current home backs up to.  She listens to the cows mooing, the frogs in the creek ribbiting, trying to clear her mind of the event that had happened days prior.

Since the encounter at the grocery store, where she, effectively, confronted her parents, not being prepared or ready, she has had her mind racing.  She has felt a sense of anger, a sense of pain, a sense of every negative emotion imaginable, and done everything she could to hide it from the rest.  Her self-expulsion from the group, on the balcony, though, has told them all that something is wrong and not sitting well with her.  It's this uncomfortable situation that leads Emma, the leading empath to the group, to approach the surrogate to Kirsten, in Hailey, and see what the next steps should be, even though she is in her room, alone, reading a book.

Emma Taylor: Hailey...?

Hailey looks up, toward her doorway, to see Emma.

Hailey Brooks: What's up?  Everything ok?

Emma Taylor: I... I don't know... Something is wrong with Kirsten, and I feel it.  I feel it deep inside my heart, and I don't know what to do.  I don't want another situation where she yells.  It hurts me more than she recognizes...

Hailey Brooks: I can promise you, she feels bad anytime she yells at you... Me, she knows I'll get over and she'll get over... You... You're different.  And that's not something I'm mad about.  We all handle confrontation differently.  She and I handle it more aggressively than you and her.  Trust me when I say, she still feels bad about how she confronted you...

Emma looks down, feeling a sense of relief, knowing her "one person" wasn't harboring anger toward her.  She looks back up at Hailey and continues.

Emma Taylor: ... That... Helps... But the fact is, I still feel this about her NOW.  I feel something isn't "OK" with her, right now, and she's in a bad place...

Hailey realizes Emma doesn't know what happened.

Hailey Brooks: Let me say this... She came face to face with her parents, and I don't think she was ready for it.  It wasn't pretty to say the least.  She's been quiet with me, too, since then.  She's been a bit distant.  I've let her be...

Emma quickly jumps in.

Emma Taylor: But that's not how she is with me, and I can't let her be... I can't let her suffer... Especially when I feel it, too...

Hailey Brooks: I get that, and I wish I knew how we could snap her out of it, but I don't know what the magic words are.  There is no "alakazam" for this situation.  Life doesn't have fixes like a simple computer program with a bug, that you can just insert a comma in, and everything work.  Life sucks.  Sometimes, we suffer...

Emma shakes her head.

Emma Taylor: NO!  No we don't!  I'm not saying everything can be fixed, but she can quit being so distant.  She can quit pushing us away.  And it's time we do something, and try and get through to her... Together...

Hailey Brooks: Emma... I get it... You want her to be more emotional and trust us.  I was in her shoes.  It doesn't happen overnight...

Emma Taylor: But it HAPPENS!  And WE can be the ones who begin that change...

Hailey takes a sigh and puts her book down.

Hailey Brooks: ... And I'm guessing you want us to go talk to her and get it out of her?

Emma Taylor: ... I mean, don't you think so?

Hailey Brooks: I'd personally hate you for it, but she wouldn't hate you for any reason, so I guess it's worth a shot...

Hailey gets up from her bed and follows Emma toward the balcony of their duplex.  Emma reaches the door far quicker than Hailey, who is much less "gung ho" than her counterpart.  From the outside, Kirsten sees the blinds move, on the door to their balcony, and realizes shes is about to have company, and takes a deep breath.  From the inside, once Hailey and Emma are together, they emerge and take positions at both corners of the balcony, flanking Kirsten on both sides.

Initially, Kirsten's first reaction is fight and then flight, but she realizes who the two are, and realizes Hailey is the one closest to the door, making an escape a little more turbulent than she would like.  She resigns herself back into her chair and just begins to look at each of them with a very stoic look on her face, trying to hide the emotion hiding behind it.

Hailey Brooks: So... You ok...?

Kirsten can't roll her eyes fast enough, knowing everyone knows where her emotions stand.

Kirsten Scott: Why no... No I am not!  I just fucking go to the store to get us groceries and have my parents staring me down on aisle 12.  Next thing I know my father is placating me, trying to make me be all happy-go-lucky, and my mother stands there like she's seen a ghost and just plays off of him.  And here I am, you two knowing that I don't like the fact that our relationship died on behalf of me, and then I'm being asked, "hey bruv, you doing alright," like magically that wouldn't fuck with my mind?

So... No!  I'm not OK!

I'm pretty fucking far from OK!

Emma takes a deep breath and Hailey leans back as if being blasted by the words of her friend.

Hailey Brooks: So, what you're saying is... You OK there, Marcellus?

Kirsten, not realizing what she said, lets out a snicker and droops her head down, then takes a breath and lets the seriousness of the situation take hold again.

Kirsten Scott: Shut up...

The fact is, if you want me to be blunt, is I didn't get m holy reunion, like you did.  I didn't get me and my family making up and hugging and planning the meal we all got to sit around and eat.  What did I get?  I got my parents staring me down in a fucking grocery store.  I got my father trying to play me like his little ape that he had run his whole life.  I got to have my mom stand there and do NOTHING while he tried to manipulate me.

I got to have the ultimate embarrassment, where all of us, are the ultimate embarrassment to the public, because of who we are, and what we did.  We aren't some heroes to many... We are the fucking villains and I felt that in that store while my own fucking father was trying to manipulate me.  He wasn't trying to love his daughter, no, he was trying to get himself in a blessing where he felt fucking SAFE!

Kirsten sits up from her chair.

Kirsten Scott: ... Nobody realizes what it is I'm going through.  Nobody understands what it is I'm facing every minute I sit down to think.  You all think it is some simple "forgive or forget" situation... Don't you?

Hailey smirks.

Hailey Brooks: I guess I ask you this... Do you want me to tell you how STUPID you are, or not?

Kirsten Scott: Fuck you...

Hailey smirks again.

Hailey Brooks: I'll take that as a yes...

You are the dumbass, right now... You think, after all this time, me and my family has been this picket fence type of relationship as we have grown back together.  You Have sat there and made it part of your mindset that we had no problems.  But the fact is we we have so much further to go than you'd even imagine.  Because our lives aren't all rainbows and unicorns, Kirsten.  We still have shit to figure out.  We have things I don't trust them on and vise versa.

But unfortunately you don't see that...

Emma wastes no time jumping into the discussion, and tries to redirect it away from the one V one situation being created.

Emma Taylor: What are you feeling, on the inside?

Kirsten's head slumps.  She takes a breath because she knows Emma sees through her and lying would show her weakness in admitting how she feels in front of Hailey.

Kirsten Scott: I feel anger... I feel pain...

Hailey's eyes widen, seeing her friend actually admit emotions in front of her.

Kirsten Scott: ... I feel like I'm alone in this world because I don't have what everyone else has.  I feel like I was a pawn in a game that was being played by those who are supposed to love me, and yet, only one is now seeing it.  Y'all didn't see the looks in their eyes, like I did.  My dad, he hasn't changed.  He was trying to play me for a fool again.  He wanted me to use me again, to protect himself, and probably get everything back he had lost.

But my mom...

Kirsten sighs.

Kirsten Scott: ... My mom, for the first time that I could remember, looked at me caring and happy to see me.  My mom saw her daughter for the first time, and she was silenced by the man who just wanted to find ways to get his rocks off and have fun again.  And then there was me... I couldn't trust, can't trust, either of them.  My mom, she may have seen me, but she doesn't have the backbone to stand up to my dad.  She doesn't have the strength inside.  So I can't even trust what I see with my own eyes...

Emma Taylor: You should trust YOUR instincts and perceptions.  Don't let someone else force you to believe what you don't believe yourself.

Hailey Brooks: And honestly, why can't you just reach out to your mom only?  Just reach out and say, "let's talk..."

Kirsten shakes her head.

Kirsten Scott: Because, like I said, I couldn't trust her not to be coerced into telling my father everything, and him then trying to use it against me.  Like I said, she has no backbone in this.  I don't even know if she "liked" their arrangements with others, or just went along because she was "supposed" to.

I just feel he would ultimately manipulate her into telling him whatever he wanted to hear, including anything "deep" I told her...

It's at this moment her phone chimes an alert with a text message, and the preview of it simply says "Mom."

Kirsten Scott: Irony at its finest I bet...

She turns the phone to show Emma and Hailey who it is from, then turns her phone back toward her.  She unlocks it to read the message, and it simply says, "We need to talk, just you and I, alone.  I promise, alone.  I'm sorry for everything.".  Kirsten freezes, and Emma and Hailey both are curious.  Kirsten just stares into the distance and hands her phone over to her friends to read, both of whom are shocked at the contents of the message.  They hand Kirsten her phone back as she looks straight ahead and one single tear slowly begins to drip down her face, and her mind races with emotions, confusion, and concern about what this means, and ultimately, if it is legitimate.  She tosses her phone on the outdoor table and just droops her head.  Hailey slowly walks inside to get Kirsten something to drink, as Emma walks over, and crouches down in front of the woman she sees as a heroine, and simply hugs her, having sensed the pain she is facing inside.  Kirsten leans her head into Emma's shoulder, knowing this is the one individual she can show pure vulnerability to, and allows another teardrop to fall.
]]> <![CDATA[Return]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3625 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 04:21:47 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3625 The Witches of Alden

”Return”

Frost “Forever Home”
Manhattan, New York
December 2nd, 2023
12:34pm

How could being home feel so… off?

It was the question that had quietly rampaged through Deanna’s mind from the moment she had stepped back into the house this morning. It had been weeks since she had stomped out the front door – shortly before her Elimination Chamber match at Under Attack – leaving her Forever home, family… and wife – Not permanently! Her quickly mind told her. This whole thing had been meant to simply be a wake-up call to her pigheaded, stubborn partner! A few days’ absence, tops! She had been expecting phone calls or text messages after Under Attack, Selena wanting to talk to her and get things back on track… an effort to fix the situation that had spiralled out of control since Selena had walked out of SCW… something!

But still, here she was, nearly a month later, and the only message she had received – aside from the blasted “Good luck” text prior to her chamber match – had been sent to her a few days ago, and no less comforting.

“Need to head to my parents this weekend. Can you watch the kids?”

A message as distant and detached as had been the few interactions she had had with the ‘Snow Queen’ – the nickname seeming more appropriate to Deanna these days. Least she still has a nickname. The redhead sighed.

This ‘spat’, for lack of a better word, had been hard to explain to the kids. At first, Deanna had simply called them and explained that work was keeping her busy. It wasn’t a complete lie, at first, with Under Attack looming over her the first week, and Fatal Fortunes on the horizon. However, when she found herself sneaking to the kids’ school to spend lunch with them every day, the trio had become more and more suspicious.

Deanna hadn’t had a choice. It was the only time she could really see them without worrying about running into her wife. Selena never left the Black Arrow neighbourhood except to run errands, but Deanna couldn’t really rely on that, and there was no way she had allowed herself to risk going home. So, as many school days as she could make, the young wrestler had simply walked up and into the ‘play area’ to meet the kids and have lunch with them. Of course, she had to let them go when the bell rang or when David wanted to play with his school buddies – indifferent as he seemed about the whole affair. Amiliah just loved seeing her mom at lunch so she didn’t seem to mind, but Elsianna?

Her eldest had been the person Deanna had had to change her ‘excuses’ for. ‘Work’ was no longer believable after so many weeks, only accounting for a few days here and there with Breakdown and other engagements Deanna had to do as the SCW United States Champion. And with the number of times she had met with her mother in the last near four weeks, the young girl was certainly figuring things out.

So, Deanna had had to be honest with her oldest child. That her and Selena were going through a ‘rough patch’ and ‘working things out’ as they both transitioned to their new roles – Deanna as primary income supplier and Selena as ‘housewife’. It had been enough at the time when Elsa had asked it, but the redhead could see the growing uncertainty in her daughter’s eyes with each passing day…

As for her, Deanna hadn’t stepped foot inside the house since then. She had spent Thanksgiving, she chuckled sadly at the memory, ‘enjoying’ turkey slices she had nabbed from a grab-and-go at the grocery store, eating the plastic container’s contents (complete with already pre-mashed potatoes and a spoonful of stuffing) while sitting on her bed in her hotel room, watching some French-dubbed version of “It’s a Wonderful Life”, which, right now, certainly wasn’t!

But now, she was back home… and feeling more like a stranger than one of the owners/mother-figures of the house should. In truth, she had felt more ‘at home’ in the hotel room with the poor turkey and stuffing – ‘life on the road’ style that she had grown used to working with SCW.

With a sigh, the young woman glanced outside the nearest window to see her children playing in the backyard, all three of them bundled up to protect them from the cold. Though the snow had come and gone in Manhattan a few times over the last few weeks, there was still a clear ‘winter cold’ that swept through the city continuously, with gray clouds looming overhead that kept the sunshine from truly peeking through.

Symbolic… Deanna mused as she finished her kids’ lunch – tuna sandwiches with cheese and a handful of grapes and strawberries on the side. Why Selena had bought strawberries when they were out of season, Deanna wasn’t sure, but it was her wife’s money, she supposed. Finishing by adding a few juice-boxes to the mix, the mother brought the plate down the stairs and to the back exit of the house where the backyard was.

“Lunch time, guys!” she called out, immediately getting the attention of her three children. David and Amiliah ceased their running around of, Deanna assumed, their game of tag, shifting directions to rush up to the canopied deck that linked to the basement.

“Awww…tuna?” David whined, pouting out his lower lip for emphasis.
“YAY!” Amiliah remarked, immediately diving into her sandwich as Elsianna, quietly walking her distance, joined them at the outside patio table.

“No complaining, David.” Deanna warned gently, taking a seat in her own chair as she watched her children eat. Truthfully, she wasn’t the best cook and these ‘easy lunches’ was the best thing she could make, part of her not wanting to spend too much time away from her children and the other – immature as it sounded – not wanting to leave much of a ‘presence’ here after she left, as it could be counter-productive to the point she was trying to drive home to her wife!

“Where’s mommy?” Amiliah asked, her mouthful of bread, mayonnaise, cheese and tuna.
“Ami.” Deanna firmly, and without thinking, pressed. “What did we say about speaking with your mouth full?”

Guilt replacing her features, the child gulped down her mouthful before staring down at her hands. “Don’t do it. It’s rude.”

“That’s right.” Deanna nodded. “Now, is your mouth empty?”
“Yes, mother.” The youngest Frost nodded.
“Okay. What was it you asked?”

“Where’s mommy?”

The question was innocent enough, and one Deanna wasn’t too afraid to answer. “She’s visiting your grandparents.” Came the innocent reply.

“Oh… I wanna see grandma and grandpa!” Amiliah beamed.

“I’m sure you will.” The older redhead smiled, though she wasn’t sure what her wife was talking to her in-laws for. Maybe there had been some developments with the Alden witch group, and while Deanna continued to study, attend class, and do well – refusing to seem ‘weak’ in front of her wife in any capacity, she was not as social as she used to be with the Aldens. Not that they really noticed, more concerned with the Frosts’ progress – which had been shifting to Selena ever since the woman had quit SCW. More time, clearly. Deanna reasoned. Still, she had fallen into a sort of ‘routine’ of avoiding Selena for the few hours that their classes were. She’s come in, sit in the front, while her wife sat in the back, with Deanna refusing look behind her or even acknowledge her wife. Soon as class ended, she had grabbed her books and left without looking, usually walking past several houses to where she had parked her car to leave. Selena never tried to stop her or catch up with her or talk to her.

In short, they were avoiding each other, and until the platinum-blonde smartened up and started acting like herself again, Deanna was hellbent on keeping her demands real! If she could be stubborn… so can I!

“Mom…” again, Amiliah – the little redhead – was seeking her mother’s attention, which Deanna granted with a shake of her head.
“Sorry, baby.” She sighed. “I was day-dreaming, I suppose. What did you say?”

“She was wondering if we could see Grandma and Grandpa VanHohenheim for Christmas.” Elsianna quietly spoke, the light-haired daughter having watched her mother rather intensely as she quietly nibbled on her sandwich.

“Oh… yes, I think so.” Deanna answered, but quickly adding, “But I might be working those days as well…” and then adding again as she saw her youngest’s face drop. “But I promise I will find a way to spend some holiday time with you all. I promise!”

That seemed to please the younger Ami, but not the older Elsianna, who kept her eyes (so much like her Snow Queen mother’s) locked on Deanna. It actually had only recently sunk into Deanna’s mind as she gazed around her surroundings – the absence of Christmas decorations.

Usually, the Frost family, upon completing Thanksgiving (some years even sooner), would embark on decorating the house with Christmas, with as much splendor and glamour as they did for Halloween! Even the stone gargoyles ‘protecting the yard’ – Deanna stole a glance at them over Elsianna’s shoulder – would be decorated with festive lights in their ‘claws’ and ‘maws’. There would be figures in the yards, lights on the roof, a tree in the family room and gods… it was like the Spirit of Christmas had vomited all over the house some years.

There was nothing of the kind anywhere in the house.

“Kids…” Deanna tried to approach the subject delicately. “Have you guys started working on decorating the house?”

Slowly, all three children shook their heads.

“Mother doesn’t want to.” David shrugged, having finished his sandwich (begrudgingly) and working on his fruits and juice-box. “Every time Ami whines about it, she says she’s tired or busy.”

“I don’t whine about it!” Ami remarked – sounding a little like a whine to Deanna.
“You do too.” David shot back, the boy eyeing his sister. “’It’s not Christmas without a tree!’” he fake-whined, seeming to do an exaggerated impression of his younger sibling.

“I don’t sound like that!” the whine was becoming more of a cry from Amiliah, and Deanna could almost hear a slight sniffle come from the little redhead.

“David, stop.” She warned sternly. “You use to love Christmas that much too. I remember a year you cried when we were two days late in putting up the tree.”

“No, I didn’t!” David rebuked defiantly.

“Oh yes, you did!” Deanna laughed. “You believed that if we were any later, ‘Santa-‘” It was her turn to do an impression. “’Santa won’t visit me!’”

“And then I won’t get my Switch!” This imitation came from Elsianna, also adding her own spin on her little brother’s whine, causing a giggle to come from Amiliah, the child immediately perked up from her mother/sister’s act.

“Stop picking on me.” David grumbled.
“Then don’t pick on your sister.” Deanna instructed. “There is nothing wrong with being excited for Christmas.”

With a huff, David crossed his arms over his chest, his plate empty, same with his juice-box. “Not fair…” he grumbled under his breath. “Girls always stick together.”

With a roll of her eyes, Deanna ignored that last remark, even excusing the boy and Amiliah as they finished their lunches to resume their playing. Alone with Elsianna, Deanna watched her eldest eyeing her plate quietly for several minutes before looking up to stare at her mother, as if gathering unseen courage.

“Are you and mother getting a divorce?”

Emerald eyes grew wide at the question, and Deanna’s jaw dropped a little. “Where do you hear that?” she asked. “Are people talking about school?”

“No where.” Elsianna answered honestly with a shrug of her shoulders. “And no one is talking. I’m just wondering… and worried.”

“Worried?” Deanna tilted her head. “Elsa, you’re 12 years old.”
“I’ll be 13 soon.”
“Exactly!” Deanna shook her head. “You shouldn’t even be worried about this sort of thing.”

“Mom, I know what ‘divorce’ means.” A slight huff escaped the normally shy girl, her gloved hands tightening into fists. “A few of my classmates have divorced parents.”

“I…Okay…” Wow… Deanna’s mind raced. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this? Compared to this, hell, I’d settle with not knowing where and against whom I’m going to wrestle against with Fatal Fortunes! That seems much less daunting than this! “What…” her words came out slowly. “What makes you think your mother and I are getting a divorce?”

“You haven’t been home except today. You’ve only called me and David to talk to us or Ami, and every time I ask mother about you, she doesn’t really give me any answers either.”

“Sweetheart…” Deanna tried. She sure as hell did not want to be like Selena and seemingly give her daughter nothing. “I tried to explain it to you earlier. Mother and I are just going through a few issues right now. We’re working through some stuff with me being a full-time wrestler and her qu…her leaving SCW and all that.”

“But I heard her…” Elsianna’s voice trailed off, her eyes suddenly darting away for a moment to suddenly focus on her nearly empty plate of food. Even so, her words were not lost to Deanna, who felt her heart skip a beat (in a bad way).

“You heard Se- I mean, you heard your mother?” when no response was given, the 12-year-old choosing instead to fret the lacings of her black gloves, Deanna leaned forward, her small hand gently taking both of her child’s hands. “I need you to tell me, Elsianna.” She stressed her daughter’s full first name. “Have you heard your mother talking about divorce?”

The blonde girl took a shaky breath before slowly nodding her head. “I…I think so… but I’m not sure.” Quickly, her eyes flew up, almost surprised that she admitted this to Deanna, her words suddenly faster. “I mean… I think I did, but maybe the context was wrong. It was a few nights ago. I couldn’t sleep and Ami was upset and crying, so I went to find mother. I went down the stairs and I could hear her talking on the phone. I…” she stopped, her hands wiggling a little nervously in Deanna’s one. “I went to the family room and saw her talking to someone for a split second. And before she turned and saw me, I heard her say “Maybe divorce isn’t out of the question.”

The two, mother and daughter, sat in silence for a few seconds, one thinking and the other processing what they had just learned. “That’s… that’s why I asked.” Elsianna added, her voice laced with guilt.

Deanna, meanwhile, could not stop the spike of panic that erupted in her heart, but she refused to let it cripple her, letting the hit happen before slowly calming herself back down.

“Elsianna.” She stated, her voice a little shaky. “Your mother and I are not getting a divorce. I don’t know what you heard, but she and I have been through far worse than this. We just need some time to get back on the same page.”

“Is that why mom’s going back to SCW? So you guys can get back on the same page?”

Again, Deanna was stunned into silence by the child. “Back to… Okay, how much of your mother are you spying on?!”

“No, that…” Elsa shook her head at her mother’s shock, surprised by it, it seemed. “It’s been on the news and Twitter – X.” she remarked. “Didn’t you see the video?”

“Clearly not because your mother isn’t going back to SCW, Elsianna.” Deanna tried.

“But I saw it…” the younger woman looked around the room before releasing a huff. “Mom, may I be excused to get my phone, please?”

“Why do you- yes, okay.” Deanna settled on answering, letting her daughter leave the table and rush upstairs. Because of her own confusion, the redhead chose to ignore the sound of her daughter running up the stairs (which she was not supposed to do), instead choosing to clear her mind until her daughter returned, the short girl flicking through her phone with her finger.

“Right…. Here!” Elsianna remarked before turning the phone over to Deanna, who gingerly took it. Before her eyes, Deanna watched the YouTube video slowly play, complete with SCW graphic, Fatal Fortunes graphic/announcement and-

She almost dropped the phone as she saw her wife before her, the sight of ‘The Face of SCW’ and ‘Snow Queen’ Selena Frost standing there. Clips played one after the other of the platinum-blonde, some with her holding a title, others with her defeating superstars like Adam Allocco and Cid Turner. There was nothing new there – all old footage, Deanna recognized – but what the hell did that matter? Especially when the words “Witness the Return of Selena Frost!” flashed across the screen!

“H…how…” was all Deanna could verbally muster, after several minutes but her mind was racing. How had CHBK done it? Or management or whoever?! How had they made this possible? It couldn’t be real- immediately, her eyes flew to the source and her heart nearly stopped as she spied the channel was SCW’s official one! It WAS from SCW! Meaning... It was legit!

Selena… was coming back?

Again, her mind brought the question-train back around. What had SCW done? What had they offered? Her wife had seemed so certain that a return was out of the question, yet there it was! Proof positive that it was happening! If tickets weren’t sold out for both Fatal Fortune nights already, this would certainly make that happen, as well as bring ratings way up! Sure, Deanna still needed to defend the SCW United States Title, and she was still nervous as hell about not knowing the how or who of it but this development dwarfed the nerves she felt regarding that!

“How did he manage this?” Deanna asked, pressing the ‘replay’ button to start the video again, as if it would change the second time she saw it. Again, she saw her wife’s face – the old Selena Frost she had begged her partner to return to being – full of bravery and spirit.

“Maybe it wasn’t him.” Elsianna answered, trying her best to help her mother. Despite only nodding her head in response, Deanna heard the suggestion fully, causing her mental-direction to shift.

What if it had been Selena that had orchestrated this? But why would she? After promising that she would never return? What would have made her change her mind? Was it money? Were they in some kind of financial trouble? Was it ego? Didn’t seem that way before… Wait!/i] her mind halted her barrage of theories, focusing on the one she had been ignoring.

Her. Herself. Deanna.

The redhead tilted her head as she eyed the phone-screen. Had her plan actually worked? Had her fight with Selena sparked something within the older woman, prompting her into calling SCW and negotiate coming back?!

She didn’t know… and it was almost silly with how ‘stupid’ she felt.

She didn’t know which night she was to defend her title.
She didn’t know who she was defending the title against.
She didn’t know what match she would have to defend the title under.
She didn’t know what game Kristen ‘The One’ was playing with that Trios cash-in announcement.
And now, she didn’t know what the hell was going with her wife ‘returning’ and all this!

[i]I really don’t know anything… she laughed quietly to herself, rather ashamed, in that moment, of her own ignorance of so many things. She didn’t know much, but there was one thing she did know…

She had to see Selena. Right now!

“I…” she looked up to see her daughter waiting patiently for her, blue eyes watching her quietly. “I have to do something.” She handed the phone back to its owner. “Watch your sister and brother.” She gently ordered to Elsa, who gave a nod before leaving the table to join her siblings. Pulling out her own phone, Deanna made a quick call to get Gerda over to watch the kids, the redhead waiting only until the older woman was inside the house before rushing to get into her Jeep Liberty. Immediately, she was on the road, speeding down the interstate to get to New Jersey.

“What the hell is going on here?!” she said aloud, knowing the cars that sped around her couldn’t hear. She was confused, she was irritated… and more than anything else, she was growing more and more hopeful the closer she drew to Maplewood…

And given how vulnerable ‘hope’ had made her lately… she didn’t like it one bit!]]> The Witches of Alden

”Return”

Frost “Forever Home”
Manhattan, New York
December 2nd, 2023
12:34pm

How could being home feel so… off?

It was the question that had quietly rampaged through Deanna’s mind from the moment she had stepped back into the house this morning. It had been weeks since she had stomped out the front door – shortly before her Elimination Chamber match at Under Attack – leaving her Forever home, family… and wife – Not permanently! Her quickly mind told her. This whole thing had been meant to simply be a wake-up call to her pigheaded, stubborn partner! A few days’ absence, tops! She had been expecting phone calls or text messages after Under Attack, Selena wanting to talk to her and get things back on track… an effort to fix the situation that had spiralled out of control since Selena had walked out of SCW… something!

But still, here she was, nearly a month later, and the only message she had received – aside from the blasted “Good luck” text prior to her chamber match – had been sent to her a few days ago, and no less comforting.

“Need to head to my parents this weekend. Can you watch the kids?”

A message as distant and detached as had been the few interactions she had had with the ‘Snow Queen’ – the nickname seeming more appropriate to Deanna these days. Least she still has a nickname. The redhead sighed.

This ‘spat’, for lack of a better word, had been hard to explain to the kids. At first, Deanna had simply called them and explained that work was keeping her busy. It wasn’t a complete lie, at first, with Under Attack looming over her the first week, and Fatal Fortunes on the horizon. However, when she found herself sneaking to the kids’ school to spend lunch with them every day, the trio had become more and more suspicious.

Deanna hadn’t had a choice. It was the only time she could really see them without worrying about running into her wife. Selena never left the Black Arrow neighbourhood except to run errands, but Deanna couldn’t really rely on that, and there was no way she had allowed herself to risk going home. So, as many school days as she could make, the young wrestler had simply walked up and into the ‘play area’ to meet the kids and have lunch with them. Of course, she had to let them go when the bell rang or when David wanted to play with his school buddies – indifferent as he seemed about the whole affair. Amiliah just loved seeing her mom at lunch so she didn’t seem to mind, but Elsianna?

Her eldest had been the person Deanna had had to change her ‘excuses’ for. ‘Work’ was no longer believable after so many weeks, only accounting for a few days here and there with Breakdown and other engagements Deanna had to do as the SCW United States Champion. And with the number of times she had met with her mother in the last near four weeks, the young girl was certainly figuring things out.

So, Deanna had had to be honest with her oldest child. That her and Selena were going through a ‘rough patch’ and ‘working things out’ as they both transitioned to their new roles – Deanna as primary income supplier and Selena as ‘housewife’. It had been enough at the time when Elsa had asked it, but the redhead could see the growing uncertainty in her daughter’s eyes with each passing day…

As for her, Deanna hadn’t stepped foot inside the house since then. She had spent Thanksgiving, she chuckled sadly at the memory, ‘enjoying’ turkey slices she had nabbed from a grab-and-go at the grocery store, eating the plastic container’s contents (complete with already pre-mashed potatoes and a spoonful of stuffing) while sitting on her bed in her hotel room, watching some French-dubbed version of “It’s a Wonderful Life”, which, right now, certainly wasn’t!

But now, she was back home… and feeling more like a stranger than one of the owners/mother-figures of the house should. In truth, she had felt more ‘at home’ in the hotel room with the poor turkey and stuffing – ‘life on the road’ style that she had grown used to working with SCW.

With a sigh, the young woman glanced outside the nearest window to see her children playing in the backyard, all three of them bundled up to protect them from the cold. Though the snow had come and gone in Manhattan a few times over the last few weeks, there was still a clear ‘winter cold’ that swept through the city continuously, with gray clouds looming overhead that kept the sunshine from truly peeking through.

Symbolic… Deanna mused as she finished her kids’ lunch – tuna sandwiches with cheese and a handful of grapes and strawberries on the side. Why Selena had bought strawberries when they were out of season, Deanna wasn’t sure, but it was her wife’s money, she supposed. Finishing by adding a few juice-boxes to the mix, the mother brought the plate down the stairs and to the back exit of the house where the backyard was.

“Lunch time, guys!” she called out, immediately getting the attention of her three children. David and Amiliah ceased their running around of, Deanna assumed, their game of tag, shifting directions to rush up to the canopied deck that linked to the basement.

“Awww…tuna?” David whined, pouting out his lower lip for emphasis.
“YAY!” Amiliah remarked, immediately diving into her sandwich as Elsianna, quietly walking her distance, joined them at the outside patio table.

“No complaining, David.” Deanna warned gently, taking a seat in her own chair as she watched her children eat. Truthfully, she wasn’t the best cook and these ‘easy lunches’ was the best thing she could make, part of her not wanting to spend too much time away from her children and the other – immature as it sounded – not wanting to leave much of a ‘presence’ here after she left, as it could be counter-productive to the point she was trying to drive home to her wife!

“Where’s mommy?” Amiliah asked, her mouthful of bread, mayonnaise, cheese and tuna.
“Ami.” Deanna firmly, and without thinking, pressed. “What did we say about speaking with your mouth full?”

Guilt replacing her features, the child gulped down her mouthful before staring down at her hands. “Don’t do it. It’s rude.”

“That’s right.” Deanna nodded. “Now, is your mouth empty?”
“Yes, mother.” The youngest Frost nodded.
“Okay. What was it you asked?”

“Where’s mommy?”

The question was innocent enough, and one Deanna wasn’t too afraid to answer. “She’s visiting your grandparents.” Came the innocent reply.

“Oh… I wanna see grandma and grandpa!” Amiliah beamed.

“I’m sure you will.” The older redhead smiled, though she wasn’t sure what her wife was talking to her in-laws for. Maybe there had been some developments with the Alden witch group, and while Deanna continued to study, attend class, and do well – refusing to seem ‘weak’ in front of her wife in any capacity, she was not as social as she used to be with the Aldens. Not that they really noticed, more concerned with the Frosts’ progress – which had been shifting to Selena ever since the woman had quit SCW. More time, clearly. Deanna reasoned. Still, she had fallen into a sort of ‘routine’ of avoiding Selena for the few hours that their classes were. She’s come in, sit in the front, while her wife sat in the back, with Deanna refusing look behind her or even acknowledge her wife. Soon as class ended, she had grabbed her books and left without looking, usually walking past several houses to where she had parked her car to leave. Selena never tried to stop her or catch up with her or talk to her.

In short, they were avoiding each other, and until the platinum-blonde smartened up and started acting like herself again, Deanna was hellbent on keeping her demands real! If she could be stubborn… so can I!

“Mom…” again, Amiliah – the little redhead – was seeking her mother’s attention, which Deanna granted with a shake of her head.
“Sorry, baby.” She sighed. “I was day-dreaming, I suppose. What did you say?”

“She was wondering if we could see Grandma and Grandpa VanHohenheim for Christmas.” Elsianna quietly spoke, the light-haired daughter having watched her mother rather intensely as she quietly nibbled on her sandwich.

“Oh… yes, I think so.” Deanna answered, but quickly adding, “But I might be working those days as well…” and then adding again as she saw her youngest’s face drop. “But I promise I will find a way to spend some holiday time with you all. I promise!”

That seemed to please the younger Ami, but not the older Elsianna, who kept her eyes (so much like her Snow Queen mother’s) locked on Deanna. It actually had only recently sunk into Deanna’s mind as she gazed around her surroundings – the absence of Christmas decorations.

Usually, the Frost family, upon completing Thanksgiving (some years even sooner), would embark on decorating the house with Christmas, with as much splendor and glamour as they did for Halloween! Even the stone gargoyles ‘protecting the yard’ – Deanna stole a glance at them over Elsianna’s shoulder – would be decorated with festive lights in their ‘claws’ and ‘maws’. There would be figures in the yards, lights on the roof, a tree in the family room and gods… it was like the Spirit of Christmas had vomited all over the house some years.

There was nothing of the kind anywhere in the house.

“Kids…” Deanna tried to approach the subject delicately. “Have you guys started working on decorating the house?”

Slowly, all three children shook their heads.

“Mother doesn’t want to.” David shrugged, having finished his sandwich (begrudgingly) and working on his fruits and juice-box. “Every time Ami whines about it, she says she’s tired or busy.”

“I don’t whine about it!” Ami remarked – sounding a little like a whine to Deanna.
“You do too.” David shot back, the boy eyeing his sister. “’It’s not Christmas without a tree!’” he fake-whined, seeming to do an exaggerated impression of his younger sibling.

“I don’t sound like that!” the whine was becoming more of a cry from Amiliah, and Deanna could almost hear a slight sniffle come from the little redhead.

“David, stop.” She warned sternly. “You use to love Christmas that much too. I remember a year you cried when we were two days late in putting up the tree.”

“No, I didn’t!” David rebuked defiantly.

“Oh yes, you did!” Deanna laughed. “You believed that if we were any later, ‘Santa-‘” It was her turn to do an impression. “’Santa won’t visit me!’”

“And then I won’t get my Switch!” This imitation came from Elsianna, also adding her own spin on her little brother’s whine, causing a giggle to come from Amiliah, the child immediately perked up from her mother/sister’s act.

“Stop picking on me.” David grumbled.
“Then don’t pick on your sister.” Deanna instructed. “There is nothing wrong with being excited for Christmas.”

With a huff, David crossed his arms over his chest, his plate empty, same with his juice-box. “Not fair…” he grumbled under his breath. “Girls always stick together.”

With a roll of her eyes, Deanna ignored that last remark, even excusing the boy and Amiliah as they finished their lunches to resume their playing. Alone with Elsianna, Deanna watched her eldest eyeing her plate quietly for several minutes before looking up to stare at her mother, as if gathering unseen courage.

“Are you and mother getting a divorce?”

Emerald eyes grew wide at the question, and Deanna’s jaw dropped a little. “Where do you hear that?” she asked. “Are people talking about school?”

“No where.” Elsianna answered honestly with a shrug of her shoulders. “And no one is talking. I’m just wondering… and worried.”

“Worried?” Deanna tilted her head. “Elsa, you’re 12 years old.”
“I’ll be 13 soon.”
“Exactly!” Deanna shook her head. “You shouldn’t even be worried about this sort of thing.”

“Mom, I know what ‘divorce’ means.” A slight huff escaped the normally shy girl, her gloved hands tightening into fists. “A few of my classmates have divorced parents.”

“I…Okay…” Wow… Deanna’s mind raced. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this? Compared to this, hell, I’d settle with not knowing where and against whom I’m going to wrestle against with Fatal Fortunes! That seems much less daunting than this! “What…” her words came out slowly. “What makes you think your mother and I are getting a divorce?”

“You haven’t been home except today. You’ve only called me and David to talk to us or Ami, and every time I ask mother about you, she doesn’t really give me any answers either.”

“Sweetheart…” Deanna tried. She sure as hell did not want to be like Selena and seemingly give her daughter nothing. “I tried to explain it to you earlier. Mother and I are just going through a few issues right now. We’re working through some stuff with me being a full-time wrestler and her qu…her leaving SCW and all that.”

“But I heard her…” Elsianna’s voice trailed off, her eyes suddenly darting away for a moment to suddenly focus on her nearly empty plate of food. Even so, her words were not lost to Deanna, who felt her heart skip a beat (in a bad way).

“You heard Se- I mean, you heard your mother?” when no response was given, the 12-year-old choosing instead to fret the lacings of her black gloves, Deanna leaned forward, her small hand gently taking both of her child’s hands. “I need you to tell me, Elsianna.” She stressed her daughter’s full first name. “Have you heard your mother talking about divorce?”

The blonde girl took a shaky breath before slowly nodding her head. “I…I think so… but I’m not sure.” Quickly, her eyes flew up, almost surprised that she admitted this to Deanna, her words suddenly faster. “I mean… I think I did, but maybe the context was wrong. It was a few nights ago. I couldn’t sleep and Ami was upset and crying, so I went to find mother. I went down the stairs and I could hear her talking on the phone. I…” she stopped, her hands wiggling a little nervously in Deanna’s one. “I went to the family room and saw her talking to someone for a split second. And before she turned and saw me, I heard her say “Maybe divorce isn’t out of the question.”

The two, mother and daughter, sat in silence for a few seconds, one thinking and the other processing what they had just learned. “That’s… that’s why I asked.” Elsianna added, her voice laced with guilt.

Deanna, meanwhile, could not stop the spike of panic that erupted in her heart, but she refused to let it cripple her, letting the hit happen before slowly calming herself back down.

“Elsianna.” She stated, her voice a little shaky. “Your mother and I are not getting a divorce. I don’t know what you heard, but she and I have been through far worse than this. We just need some time to get back on the same page.”

“Is that why mom’s going back to SCW? So you guys can get back on the same page?”

Again, Deanna was stunned into silence by the child. “Back to… Okay, how much of your mother are you spying on?!”

“No, that…” Elsa shook her head at her mother’s shock, surprised by it, it seemed. “It’s been on the news and Twitter – X.” she remarked. “Didn’t you see the video?”

“Clearly not because your mother isn’t going back to SCW, Elsianna.” Deanna tried.

“But I saw it…” the younger woman looked around the room before releasing a huff. “Mom, may I be excused to get my phone, please?”

“Why do you- yes, okay.” Deanna settled on answering, letting her daughter leave the table and rush upstairs. Because of her own confusion, the redhead chose to ignore the sound of her daughter running up the stairs (which she was not supposed to do), instead choosing to clear her mind until her daughter returned, the short girl flicking through her phone with her finger.

“Right…. Here!” Elsianna remarked before turning the phone over to Deanna, who gingerly took it. Before her eyes, Deanna watched the YouTube video slowly play, complete with SCW graphic, Fatal Fortunes graphic/announcement and-

She almost dropped the phone as she saw her wife before her, the sight of ‘The Face of SCW’ and ‘Snow Queen’ Selena Frost standing there. Clips played one after the other of the platinum-blonde, some with her holding a title, others with her defeating superstars like Adam Allocco and Cid Turner. There was nothing new there – all old footage, Deanna recognized – but what the hell did that matter? Especially when the words “Witness the Return of Selena Frost!” flashed across the screen!

“H…how…” was all Deanna could verbally muster, after several minutes but her mind was racing. How had CHBK done it? Or management or whoever?! How had they made this possible? It couldn’t be real- immediately, her eyes flew to the source and her heart nearly stopped as she spied the channel was SCW’s official one! It WAS from SCW! Meaning... It was legit!

Selena… was coming back?

Again, her mind brought the question-train back around. What had SCW done? What had they offered? Her wife had seemed so certain that a return was out of the question, yet there it was! Proof positive that it was happening! If tickets weren’t sold out for both Fatal Fortune nights already, this would certainly make that happen, as well as bring ratings way up! Sure, Deanna still needed to defend the SCW United States Title, and she was still nervous as hell about not knowing the how or who of it but this development dwarfed the nerves she felt regarding that!

“How did he manage this?” Deanna asked, pressing the ‘replay’ button to start the video again, as if it would change the second time she saw it. Again, she saw her wife’s face – the old Selena Frost she had begged her partner to return to being – full of bravery and spirit.

“Maybe it wasn’t him.” Elsianna answered, trying her best to help her mother. Despite only nodding her head in response, Deanna heard the suggestion fully, causing her mental-direction to shift.

What if it had been Selena that had orchestrated this? But why would she? After promising that she would never return? What would have made her change her mind? Was it money? Were they in some kind of financial trouble? Was it ego? Didn’t seem that way before… Wait!/i] her mind halted her barrage of theories, focusing on the one she had been ignoring.

Her. Herself. Deanna.

The redhead tilted her head as she eyed the phone-screen. Had her plan actually worked? Had her fight with Selena sparked something within the older woman, prompting her into calling SCW and negotiate coming back?!

She didn’t know… and it was almost silly with how ‘stupid’ she felt.

She didn’t know which night she was to defend her title.
She didn’t know who she was defending the title against.
She didn’t know what match she would have to defend the title under.
She didn’t know what game Kristen ‘The One’ was playing with that Trios cash-in announcement.
And now, she didn’t know what the hell was going with her wife ‘returning’ and all this!

[i]I really don’t know anything… she laughed quietly to herself, rather ashamed, in that moment, of her own ignorance of so many things. She didn’t know much, but there was one thing she did know…

She had to see Selena. Right now!

“I…” she looked up to see her daughter waiting patiently for her, blue eyes watching her quietly. “I have to do something.” She handed the phone back to its owner. “Watch your sister and brother.” She gently ordered to Elsa, who gave a nod before leaving the table to join her siblings. Pulling out her own phone, Deanna made a quick call to get Gerda over to watch the kids, the redhead waiting only until the older woman was inside the house before rushing to get into her Jeep Liberty. Immediately, she was on the road, speeding down the interstate to get to New Jersey.

“What the hell is going on here?!” she said aloud, knowing the cars that sped around her couldn’t hear. She was confused, she was irritated… and more than anything else, she was growing more and more hopeful the closer she drew to Maplewood…

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The Syren Song: Verse 376
"Love finding a way is… just damn awesome"]]> <![CDATA[Amy Chastaine - Letting Go]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3623 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 02:52:06 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3623
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Fatal Fortunes 2023 #1]]> <![CDATA[The Light In The Darkness - Fatal Fortunes RP Thread]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3622 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 02:48:56 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3622 OOC: Couple things before we get started here. First off, just so Olek knows, I decided to go full steam ahead with doing only joint efforts for Luz and Amelia. I am aware that this will likely mean they tie in the event they actually end up facing each other, but at this point it's the most feasible option I can do both in terms of their story and with the time I have available and in the state I've been operating in given that the first half of this week was spent battling an abscessed tooth and the second half of this week has been recovering after getting said tooth extracted.

As far as this particular RP is concerned, there is one important note I need to make for anyone reading: any speech you see in italics can be considered to have been spoken in Spanish. This was the compromise I decided to make to include the couple meeting with some characters who only speak Spanish without having to actually try and translate what I wrote into Spanish... both because my Spanish, while passible in terms of words and short phrases, is not good enough to truly write out a full-on conversation without butchering it, and also because that way you all can actually read it without potentially needing Google Translate to understand what's going on.
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Fortune favors the bold, or so the saying goes.

Luz and Amelia are no strangers to this saying, given that a lot of how they got to where they are today relied on taking risks. Ignoring how her entire wrestling style revolves around being high risk and high reward, Luz knows she took a major gamble on that fateful night so long ago attempting to befriend Amelia after dealing the Blythe family prodigy her first proper wrestling loss, especially breaking one of lucha libre's most sacred rules in exposing her face. She could have been outright barred from competing and shunned from her own culture on that very night, but Amelia both understood the magnitude of the gesture and was willing to take her own risk by opening up to the other woman about what her life was like and why she was the bitter person Luz had come to know up to that point. They were brave enough to stand together in defiance against Amelia's family, they risked their friendship on admitting their deeper feelings to one another... honestly, even leaving behind the familiar routine of competing solely in Mexico and Europe had been a bold decision that, at least after their first run in SCW, felt like it had been a mistake.

Considering what they had accomplished in the one year since they'd come back to try again, though, it definitely seems like things had finally paid off for them.

Unfortunately, there were individuals out there who weren't afraid to weaponize that saying, not afraid to take the kind of calculated risks that would benefit only them and leave others to suffer if that's what it took. A legitimate accident was one thing, but knowingly causing severe harm and worse so long as you got everything you wanted was not the kind of boldness that the couple subscribed to. At least in the wrestling ring they mostly had control over what did and didn't happen and knew full well that sometimes injuries were unavoidable, and they had experience to back that up. Playing with people's lives, twisting the narrative and being willing to leave a trail of innocent bodies in your wake as long as it ultimately paid off... that was the philosophy of Caleb White, the creed by which his Empire operated, and the thought of ever having to represent that made Luz and Amelia both want to puke.

And yet, Caleb seemed determined to have them in his clutches by any means necessary, which had made their lives a living hell over the past week.

The attempt to abduct them in broad daylight that day in the restaurant in Milwaukee had only been the beginning. The entire time they and their friends had tried to do anything, more goons decked out in white and gold kept popping up to try and take them away. At least six or seven of them had been arrested by the time the couple actually reported to Fiserv Forum for Breakdown, and it honestly felt like a miracle that Luz had managed to turn back the challenge of Simon Lyman to retain her Television Championship, not just because the formerly-respectable legend was hellbent on making something out of his night after CHBK locked him out of World Title contention, but because Luz was struggling to keep her focus on the match after everything that had happened as of late. Another attempt had been made by the time they returned to their hotel, resulting in three more arrests that night, and that wasn't counting the police being called the following morning to deal with several more men and women doing Caleb's bidding that had tripped the traps Gage, Edward and Emily had set up specifically because of this.

They knew Caleb didn't care how many people he asked to develop criminal records in his name and would never bother posting bail for any of them. To him, most of The Empire were expendable soldiers ready and willing to do his bidding at a moment's notice, the only thing they believed they truly needed to fear was his wrath if they failed or refused. So long as one of these incidents resulted in both La Pequeña Luz and Amelia Blythe being dragged into his cult, it would all be worth it in his eyes. He'd manipulated and abused at least two people who ended up in his care, taken lives just to feel better about his own ego and tie up any loose ends and truly believed he was beyond consequence simply because he claimed everything he did was because it's what God put him on this Earth to do.

Amelia and Luz knew that unless something changed, sooner or later Caleb's bold orders would yield results. The problem was... there wasn't much they could really do about it.

Compounding the problem was the reveal that SCW's next two Breakdowns would be dedicated to the concept of Fatal Fortunes, where every match was completely randomized. The only certainty that they could count on, based on past incarnations of this event, was that they would be guaranteed to defend all the gold they currently possessed at least once. Luz was certain she'd have to defend the TV Title on both shows, and the possibility that she'd have to pull double duty both times as well wasn't off the table, or the possibility that Amelia could also be booked beyond defending the Tag Titles alongside her beloved... potentially against Luz herself. That idea didn't faze them as much as it might anyone else for reasons they've already publicly shared time and time again, but the unknown—while normally a challenge they were more than happy to embrace—became harder to pump themselves up for with Empire goons constantly trying to sabotage their lives, especially with their hard-earned championships at stake.

Sure, they knew they still had long careers ahead of them and could always win more titles or reclaim whatever they lose, but they wanted to make as good of an impression as possible in this run, especially with the Tag Titles.

The first of these shows would be happening in Calgary, which was about a day's drive if a road trip was the plan, but Luz and Amelia had other ideas on their mind. Seeking an escape from The Empire to actually focus for a change, the couple decided to head down to Mexico for a little bit. The country was the only safe haven they could think of considering The Empire's actions disgracing Día de los Muertos and condemning a core part of Mexican culture had effectively branded them as terrorists to the country, and remaining Empire wrestlers who were trying to make statements in lucha libre promotions were fired and blacklisted because of their ties to a man who was already among the nation's top enemies right now for some of the crimes he'd committed. There, they knew they would be safe.

There was another reason for the visit, however, and that was what Luz was focused on as she and Amelia drove their rental car through the streets of Xalapa, Veracruz after their flight had landed. After her mom had found the number and confirmed it still belonged to the person she needed to talk to, Luz had reached out to María Zaius, the wife of the late El Hijo de la Muerte, and asked if she could visit and talk with her. She was, admittedly, a bit surprised that María had agreed, but deep down they both knew they had lost loved ones because of a madman and felt that this conversation was a long time coming.

“Alright, thank you so much Marilyn, it would be greatly appreciated,” Amelia spoke from the passenger seat as she finish up a phone call she'd been having while Luz was driving. She ended the call before turning to Luz with a look of relief. “So, good news: turns out an old friend of Marilyn's works for the FBI and is actually part of the team that hired Ryan to crack the cold case regarding her aunt and uncle. She's going to reach out to them and see if there's anything that can be done to get us all a little extra security, since The Empire is who they're after anyway.”

“That would be a relief,” Luz admitted. “I feel bad about leaving everyone else behind for this trip, but we know they can hold their own if need be, and I hate the idea of cutting into our friends' schedules just because this lunatic's determined to derail our lives.”

“I hate having them involved as well, but I can't say that I'm not grateful that they are,” Amelia replied. “They've all gone a long way to help us in this fight even when none of us want to be part of it at all.”

“Caleb's dragged so many people into this 'crusade' of his because he's convinced himself he's the second coming of Jesus or something,” Luz huffed. “That's why I wanted to do this... now that I know the truth behind papá's death, I owe it to María to help us all find some closure in all of this.”

“Are you sure you'll be alright?” Amelia couldn't help but ask as the car pulled up in front of the address they'd been given.

“I will be,” Luz confirmed as she turned off the car before reaching over to take Amelia's hand. “Especially with you here by my side.”

Amelia nodded and the two exchanged a tender kiss before they got out and made their way up to the modest house. Once they got to the front door, Amelia rang the doorbell while Luz took a deep breath and steeled herself for this. After about a minute, the door opened and they were greeted by a woman just a little bit taller than them, her black hair done up into a bun and her face looking far older than it rightfully should have at her age, a sight that made Luz's heart plummet.

“La Pequeña Luz,” the woman carefully said as she reached out and gently ran her hands along Luz's mask, the addressed woman bowing her head. “It's so good to see you again.”

“Hello, María,” Luz replied, her voice sounding a bit choked up. “You know you can call me Luna...”

“Nonsense,” María told her with a slight grin. “You're a luchadora now, and my husband's spirit would not be pleased if I disrespected the sacred traditions. You've earned this.”

Luz opened her mouth to reply, but found herself getting a little choked up at the praise she didn't feel she deserved. Amelia gently put her hand on her fiancée's back.

“Is it alright if we come inside?” Amelia asked.

“Oh! My apologies, of course!” María stepped aside, blushing in embarrassment at not welcoming them in sooner as the couple entered her home and she closed the door. “And you must be Amelia Blythe, Luz's betrothed. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Zaius,” Amelia replied as she shook hands with her while Luz recomposed herself.

“You can just call me María, dear,” she responded as she led the couple into what looked like the living room of her house.

“My apologies... it's an old habit I was forced into,” Amelia sheepishly admitted.

“By your parents, correct?” María asked, getting a surprised not from Amelia in response as she motioned for the couple to have a seat on the couch. “I've heard enough from trying to watch you and Luz in SCW to get the gist and I am so sorry they treated you so horribly. Here, let me get you both some tea.”

“We're sorry too,” Luz chimed in as María briefly left the room, returning moments later with a tea set as she began pouring a cup for each of her guests. “We're sorry about what happened to your husband... I never held it against him when dad died because, you know, accidents happen in that ring, but finally knowing the truth behind it all...”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Luz,” María was kind but firm in her response as she sat down, taking a sip of her tea as Luz and Amelia did the same. “You didn't know... one thing your father was good at that I wish he wasn't was keeping secrets. I know he was trying to protect you and Camila by not telling you about that man, and I had hoped to God that when he disappeared afterward that he'd finally given up on his delusions... or died himself. I hate wishing that fate on another human being, but Caleb has long proven how much he takes humanity for granted. It still doesn't change the fact that your father should have told you about him, just in case... all of this, started happening.”

“Nobody's perfect,” Luz admitted after another sip of her tea. “He had his reasons, even if one could argue against them. It's proof of how much he cared for mom and me... just like how El Hijo de la Muerte cared for you and your sons and did everything he could to keep Caleb's henchmen from harassing your family.”

María nodded in agreement with this before Amelia spoke. “How are your sons doing? If you don't mind me asking.”

“They're doing as alright as they can be... we all are,” María replied. “They took it hard... even blamed El Espíritu Angélico at first for their father being dragged into this mess, but after a while I managed to help them realize that he was just as much a victim in all of this as their father was, and Luz were suffering just as much as they were for the same reasons. Caleb truly is the only person to blame in all of this... blaming anybody else like that man does for his own actions is a sign of how pathetic he truly is.”

“They don't... hate me? For not doing this sooner?” Luz found herself asking, earning a look of concern from her wife-to-be.

“They do not,” María confirmed, to Luz's amazement. “There was a bit of resentment at first when they saw you wrestling, but once they figured out the truth they couldn't hold it against you. Wrestling became your way of coping with your father's death, even if your mother disagreed. It was heartbreaking to see what remained of your family fall apart after your father passed. I wish I could've said something or done more to maybe try and stop it.”

“I don't mean any offense when I ask this,” Amelia spoke, “but why didn't you?”

María took a long sip of her tea before setting the cup back on the table. “Truthfully? I was scared... what Caleb had done to haunt our family had us in a bad place for quite some time, especially after what he did to my husband. I wasn't sure if what was going on between Luz and her mother was another one of his games, and if it was and I got involved...”

“You'd be putting your own family at risk again,” Amelia realized, and María nodded in confirmation.

“Please don't feel like you have to apologize for any of that, María,” Luz firmly added. “Now that I know everything that really happened, I could never hold it against you for trying to protect your family. They should always come first... a lesson I forgot because, truth be told, I think the rift between me and mom was inevitable. She was already worried about dad training me to wrestle... his death just added fuel to the fire that ultimately split us apart. Thankfully, we've long since come to an understanding and we're working on it.”

“We've all suffered needlessly because of that man.”

All eyes suddenly turned to the entryway of the living room, where two young men stood. The 17-year-old had been the one to speak, while his 15-year-old brother just looked stunned to see his mother having very recognizable guests over.

“Diego! Luis! I haven't seen you guys in forever!” Luz cried as she set her cup down before running over, the two kids running to meet her in a big hug. “I am so sorry it took me this long to do this! I meant to come sooner, I swear!”

“It's not your fault,” Luis, the younger brother, couldn't help but say. “You were busy becoming just as cool a luchador as our daddies!”

“Honestly?” Diego, the older brother, chimed in. “I think both our dads would be proud of what you've become. I mean, making a name for yourself here, branching out to find success in Europe, and even joining SCW and being a double champion right now? I don't know if that Caleb creep's bothering you or not, but to do that even if he is? That's super impressive.”

“Thank you Diego,” Luz replied before wiping a tear from her eye. “Unfortunately, yes, that creep is still bothering my fiancée and I, but we're doing our best to keep from letting him get to us. I'm just glad that none of you hate me...”

As Diego and Luis reassured her that they knew the truth and could never hate her, María leaned over to Amelia. “She has a lot more self-doubt than the last time I saw her...”

“It's been a theme with both of us,” Amelia admitted as she finished off her tea. “We've done our best to be each other's rocks and we're certainly doing a lot better than we have been, but Caleb's been trying to insert himself into every waking moment of our lives lately because he's getting desperate, and I think we're both starting to crack a bit... we've got people trying to help us, but until then we just have to keep doing our best.”

“The fact that she has someone like you in her life... I can already tell you that means more than I think even she knows,” María told her, bringing a smile to both women's faces as Amelia couldn't help but finally find a sense of zen that had been eluding her for far too long now with everything else going on.

“Hey Ames,” Luz called out as she returned to the couch with the teens following her. “What do you think about helping me train these guys to join the business one day?”

Amelia just blinked as she took a moment to process this information. “Us? Training them?”

“Well...” Diego started to admit, “since our dad isn't around anymore and Luz is probably the closest we'll get to someone we know, we were hoping it'd be alright. I'm almost of age, and Luis would be eager to get an early start for when he's old enough.”

“We thought it might help you both with any issues you have too,” Luis chimed in.

“What do you say, honey?” Luz asked. “I remember when we tried to train Hairless Penguin to help him out for my Trios team last year... I know we talked about it, and I think it would really help you accept that you're not your parents and can train someone for the business your way. Plus, it'd be a chance for me to do for them what my dad did for me, something they didn't get the chance to have because they were still too young when it all happened.”

Amelia took a moment to ponder this before turning to María. “Would you be alright with this?”

“Yes, actually,” María replied. “I know how much they've been wanting to become wrestlers and follow in their father's footsteps, and I can think of no one better to help prepare them for that moment.”

“In that case... you kids have yourselves a deal,” Amelia told them, causing the boys to cheer and start chanting about how they were going to become wrestlers just like Luz and Amelia. “But... I think Luz and I need to resolve this mess with Caleb first, just to guarantee that your family won't get caught in the crossfire of all this.”

Luz nodded in agreement, feeling that was the best bet for this situation. The boys didn't like it at first, but they understood. After all, Mexico may have been a safe haven for the moment, but knowing Caleb, he would find a way around that somehow.

If nothing else, though, it finally allowed them a proper chance to prepare for the madness that was Fatal Fortunes and everything it had to offer, and knowing they now had some future protégés to train? In a way, it warmed both of their hearts after some of their recent discussions about their future together and gave them a purpose to fuel them toward that moment in time, where Caleb White would no longer plague their lives and, ideally, they'd have continued to prove themselves in the treacherous waters of SCW.]]> OOC: Couple things before we get started here. First off, just so Olek knows, I decided to go full steam ahead with doing only joint efforts for Luz and Amelia. I am aware that this will likely mean they tie in the event they actually end up facing each other, but at this point it's the most feasible option I can do both in terms of their story and with the time I have available and in the state I've been operating in given that the first half of this week was spent battling an abscessed tooth and the second half of this week has been recovering after getting said tooth extracted.

As far as this particular RP is concerned, there is one important note I need to make for anyone reading: any speech you see in italics can be considered to have been spoken in Spanish. This was the compromise I decided to make to include the couple meeting with some characters who only speak Spanish without having to actually try and translate what I wrote into Spanish... both because my Spanish, while passible in terms of words and short phrases, is not good enough to truly write out a full-on conversation without butchering it, and also because that way you all can actually read it without potentially needing Google Translate to understand what's going on.
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Fortune favors the bold, or so the saying goes.

Luz and Amelia are no strangers to this saying, given that a lot of how they got to where they are today relied on taking risks. Ignoring how her entire wrestling style revolves around being high risk and high reward, Luz knows she took a major gamble on that fateful night so long ago attempting to befriend Amelia after dealing the Blythe family prodigy her first proper wrestling loss, especially breaking one of lucha libre's most sacred rules in exposing her face. She could have been outright barred from competing and shunned from her own culture on that very night, but Amelia both understood the magnitude of the gesture and was willing to take her own risk by opening up to the other woman about what her life was like and why she was the bitter person Luz had come to know up to that point. They were brave enough to stand together in defiance against Amelia's family, they risked their friendship on admitting their deeper feelings to one another... honestly, even leaving behind the familiar routine of competing solely in Mexico and Europe had been a bold decision that, at least after their first run in SCW, felt like it had been a mistake.

Considering what they had accomplished in the one year since they'd come back to try again, though, it definitely seems like things had finally paid off for them.

Unfortunately, there were individuals out there who weren't afraid to weaponize that saying, not afraid to take the kind of calculated risks that would benefit only them and leave others to suffer if that's what it took. A legitimate accident was one thing, but knowingly causing severe harm and worse so long as you got everything you wanted was not the kind of boldness that the couple subscribed to. At least in the wrestling ring they mostly had control over what did and didn't happen and knew full well that sometimes injuries were unavoidable, and they had experience to back that up. Playing with people's lives, twisting the narrative and being willing to leave a trail of innocent bodies in your wake as long as it ultimately paid off... that was the philosophy of Caleb White, the creed by which his Empire operated, and the thought of ever having to represent that made Luz and Amelia both want to puke.

And yet, Caleb seemed determined to have them in his clutches by any means necessary, which had made their lives a living hell over the past week.

The attempt to abduct them in broad daylight that day in the restaurant in Milwaukee had only been the beginning. The entire time they and their friends had tried to do anything, more goons decked out in white and gold kept popping up to try and take them away. At least six or seven of them had been arrested by the time the couple actually reported to Fiserv Forum for Breakdown, and it honestly felt like a miracle that Luz had managed to turn back the challenge of Simon Lyman to retain her Television Championship, not just because the formerly-respectable legend was hellbent on making something out of his night after CHBK locked him out of World Title contention, but because Luz was struggling to keep her focus on the match after everything that had happened as of late. Another attempt had been made by the time they returned to their hotel, resulting in three more arrests that night, and that wasn't counting the police being called the following morning to deal with several more men and women doing Caleb's bidding that had tripped the traps Gage, Edward and Emily had set up specifically because of this.

They knew Caleb didn't care how many people he asked to develop criminal records in his name and would never bother posting bail for any of them. To him, most of The Empire were expendable soldiers ready and willing to do his bidding at a moment's notice, the only thing they believed they truly needed to fear was his wrath if they failed or refused. So long as one of these incidents resulted in both La Pequeña Luz and Amelia Blythe being dragged into his cult, it would all be worth it in his eyes. He'd manipulated and abused at least two people who ended up in his care, taken lives just to feel better about his own ego and tie up any loose ends and truly believed he was beyond consequence simply because he claimed everything he did was because it's what God put him on this Earth to do.

Amelia and Luz knew that unless something changed, sooner or later Caleb's bold orders would yield results. The problem was... there wasn't much they could really do about it.

Compounding the problem was the reveal that SCW's next two Breakdowns would be dedicated to the concept of Fatal Fortunes, where every match was completely randomized. The only certainty that they could count on, based on past incarnations of this event, was that they would be guaranteed to defend all the gold they currently possessed at least once. Luz was certain she'd have to defend the TV Title on both shows, and the possibility that she'd have to pull double duty both times as well wasn't off the table, or the possibility that Amelia could also be booked beyond defending the Tag Titles alongside her beloved... potentially against Luz herself. That idea didn't faze them as much as it might anyone else for reasons they've already publicly shared time and time again, but the unknown—while normally a challenge they were more than happy to embrace—became harder to pump themselves up for with Empire goons constantly trying to sabotage their lives, especially with their hard-earned championships at stake.

Sure, they knew they still had long careers ahead of them and could always win more titles or reclaim whatever they lose, but they wanted to make as good of an impression as possible in this run, especially with the Tag Titles.

The first of these shows would be happening in Calgary, which was about a day's drive if a road trip was the plan, but Luz and Amelia had other ideas on their mind. Seeking an escape from The Empire to actually focus for a change, the couple decided to head down to Mexico for a little bit. The country was the only safe haven they could think of considering The Empire's actions disgracing Día de los Muertos and condemning a core part of Mexican culture had effectively branded them as terrorists to the country, and remaining Empire wrestlers who were trying to make statements in lucha libre promotions were fired and blacklisted because of their ties to a man who was already among the nation's top enemies right now for some of the crimes he'd committed. There, they knew they would be safe.

There was another reason for the visit, however, and that was what Luz was focused on as she and Amelia drove their rental car through the streets of Xalapa, Veracruz after their flight had landed. After her mom had found the number and confirmed it still belonged to the person she needed to talk to, Luz had reached out to María Zaius, the wife of the late El Hijo de la Muerte, and asked if she could visit and talk with her. She was, admittedly, a bit surprised that María had agreed, but deep down they both knew they had lost loved ones because of a madman and felt that this conversation was a long time coming.

“Alright, thank you so much Marilyn, it would be greatly appreciated,” Amelia spoke from the passenger seat as she finish up a phone call she'd been having while Luz was driving. She ended the call before turning to Luz with a look of relief. “So, good news: turns out an old friend of Marilyn's works for the FBI and is actually part of the team that hired Ryan to crack the cold case regarding her aunt and uncle. She's going to reach out to them and see if there's anything that can be done to get us all a little extra security, since The Empire is who they're after anyway.”

“That would be a relief,” Luz admitted. “I feel bad about leaving everyone else behind for this trip, but we know they can hold their own if need be, and I hate the idea of cutting into our friends' schedules just because this lunatic's determined to derail our lives.”

“I hate having them involved as well, but I can't say that I'm not grateful that they are,” Amelia replied. “They've all gone a long way to help us in this fight even when none of us want to be part of it at all.”

“Caleb's dragged so many people into this 'crusade' of his because he's convinced himself he's the second coming of Jesus or something,” Luz huffed. “That's why I wanted to do this... now that I know the truth behind papá's death, I owe it to María to help us all find some closure in all of this.”

“Are you sure you'll be alright?” Amelia couldn't help but ask as the car pulled up in front of the address they'd been given.

“I will be,” Luz confirmed as she turned off the car before reaching over to take Amelia's hand. “Especially with you here by my side.”

Amelia nodded and the two exchanged a tender kiss before they got out and made their way up to the modest house. Once they got to the front door, Amelia rang the doorbell while Luz took a deep breath and steeled herself for this. After about a minute, the door opened and they were greeted by a woman just a little bit taller than them, her black hair done up into a bun and her face looking far older than it rightfully should have at her age, a sight that made Luz's heart plummet.

“La Pequeña Luz,” the woman carefully said as she reached out and gently ran her hands along Luz's mask, the addressed woman bowing her head. “It's so good to see you again.”

“Hello, María,” Luz replied, her voice sounding a bit choked up. “You know you can call me Luna...”

“Nonsense,” María told her with a slight grin. “You're a luchadora now, and my husband's spirit would not be pleased if I disrespected the sacred traditions. You've earned this.”

Luz opened her mouth to reply, but found herself getting a little choked up at the praise she didn't feel she deserved. Amelia gently put her hand on her fiancée's back.

“Is it alright if we come inside?” Amelia asked.

“Oh! My apologies, of course!” María stepped aside, blushing in embarrassment at not welcoming them in sooner as the couple entered her home and she closed the door. “And you must be Amelia Blythe, Luz's betrothed. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Zaius,” Amelia replied as she shook hands with her while Luz recomposed herself.

“You can just call me María, dear,” she responded as she led the couple into what looked like the living room of her house.

“My apologies... it's an old habit I was forced into,” Amelia sheepishly admitted.

“By your parents, correct?” María asked, getting a surprised not from Amelia in response as she motioned for the couple to have a seat on the couch. “I've heard enough from trying to watch you and Luz in SCW to get the gist and I am so sorry they treated you so horribly. Here, let me get you both some tea.”

“We're sorry too,” Luz chimed in as María briefly left the room, returning moments later with a tea set as she began pouring a cup for each of her guests. “We're sorry about what happened to your husband... I never held it against him when dad died because, you know, accidents happen in that ring, but finally knowing the truth behind it all...”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Luz,” María was kind but firm in her response as she sat down, taking a sip of her tea as Luz and Amelia did the same. “You didn't know... one thing your father was good at that I wish he wasn't was keeping secrets. I know he was trying to protect you and Camila by not telling you about that man, and I had hoped to God that when he disappeared afterward that he'd finally given up on his delusions... or died himself. I hate wishing that fate on another human being, but Caleb has long proven how much he takes humanity for granted. It still doesn't change the fact that your father should have told you about him, just in case... all of this, started happening.”

“Nobody's perfect,” Luz admitted after another sip of her tea. “He had his reasons, even if one could argue against them. It's proof of how much he cared for mom and me... just like how El Hijo de la Muerte cared for you and your sons and did everything he could to keep Caleb's henchmen from harassing your family.”

María nodded in agreement with this before Amelia spoke. “How are your sons doing? If you don't mind me asking.”

“They're doing as alright as they can be... we all are,” María replied. “They took it hard... even blamed El Espíritu Angélico at first for their father being dragged into this mess, but after a while I managed to help them realize that he was just as much a victim in all of this as their father was, and Luz were suffering just as much as they were for the same reasons. Caleb truly is the only person to blame in all of this... blaming anybody else like that man does for his own actions is a sign of how pathetic he truly is.”

“They don't... hate me? For not doing this sooner?” Luz found herself asking, earning a look of concern from her wife-to-be.

“They do not,” María confirmed, to Luz's amazement. “There was a bit of resentment at first when they saw you wrestling, but once they figured out the truth they couldn't hold it against you. Wrestling became your way of coping with your father's death, even if your mother disagreed. It was heartbreaking to see what remained of your family fall apart after your father passed. I wish I could've said something or done more to maybe try and stop it.”

“I don't mean any offense when I ask this,” Amelia spoke, “but why didn't you?”

María took a long sip of her tea before setting the cup back on the table. “Truthfully? I was scared... what Caleb had done to haunt our family had us in a bad place for quite some time, especially after what he did to my husband. I wasn't sure if what was going on between Luz and her mother was another one of his games, and if it was and I got involved...”

“You'd be putting your own family at risk again,” Amelia realized, and María nodded in confirmation.

“Please don't feel like you have to apologize for any of that, María,” Luz firmly added. “Now that I know everything that really happened, I could never hold it against you for trying to protect your family. They should always come first... a lesson I forgot because, truth be told, I think the rift between me and mom was inevitable. She was already worried about dad training me to wrestle... his death just added fuel to the fire that ultimately split us apart. Thankfully, we've long since come to an understanding and we're working on it.”

“We've all suffered needlessly because of that man.”

All eyes suddenly turned to the entryway of the living room, where two young men stood. The 17-year-old had been the one to speak, while his 15-year-old brother just looked stunned to see his mother having very recognizable guests over.

“Diego! Luis! I haven't seen you guys in forever!” Luz cried as she set her cup down before running over, the two kids running to meet her in a big hug. “I am so sorry it took me this long to do this! I meant to come sooner, I swear!”

“It's not your fault,” Luis, the younger brother, couldn't help but say. “You were busy becoming just as cool a luchador as our daddies!”

“Honestly?” Diego, the older brother, chimed in. “I think both our dads would be proud of what you've become. I mean, making a name for yourself here, branching out to find success in Europe, and even joining SCW and being a double champion right now? I don't know if that Caleb creep's bothering you or not, but to do that even if he is? That's super impressive.”

“Thank you Diego,” Luz replied before wiping a tear from her eye. “Unfortunately, yes, that creep is still bothering my fiancée and I, but we're doing our best to keep from letting him get to us. I'm just glad that none of you hate me...”

As Diego and Luis reassured her that they knew the truth and could never hate her, María leaned over to Amelia. “She has a lot more self-doubt than the last time I saw her...”

“It's been a theme with both of us,” Amelia admitted as she finished off her tea. “We've done our best to be each other's rocks and we're certainly doing a lot better than we have been, but Caleb's been trying to insert himself into every waking moment of our lives lately because he's getting desperate, and I think we're both starting to crack a bit... we've got people trying to help us, but until then we just have to keep doing our best.”

“The fact that she has someone like you in her life... I can already tell you that means more than I think even she knows,” María told her, bringing a smile to both women's faces as Amelia couldn't help but finally find a sense of zen that had been eluding her for far too long now with everything else going on.

“Hey Ames,” Luz called out as she returned to the couch with the teens following her. “What do you think about helping me train these guys to join the business one day?”

Amelia just blinked as she took a moment to process this information. “Us? Training them?”

“Well...” Diego started to admit, “since our dad isn't around anymore and Luz is probably the closest we'll get to someone we know, we were hoping it'd be alright. I'm almost of age, and Luis would be eager to get an early start for when he's old enough.”

“We thought it might help you both with any issues you have too,” Luis chimed in.

“What do you say, honey?” Luz asked. “I remember when we tried to train Hairless Penguin to help him out for my Trios team last year... I know we talked about it, and I think it would really help you accept that you're not your parents and can train someone for the business your way. Plus, it'd be a chance for me to do for them what my dad did for me, something they didn't get the chance to have because they were still too young when it all happened.”

Amelia took a moment to ponder this before turning to María. “Would you be alright with this?”

“Yes, actually,” María replied. “I know how much they've been wanting to become wrestlers and follow in their father's footsteps, and I can think of no one better to help prepare them for that moment.”

“In that case... you kids have yourselves a deal,” Amelia told them, causing the boys to cheer and start chanting about how they were going to become wrestlers just like Luz and Amelia. “But... I think Luz and I need to resolve this mess with Caleb first, just to guarantee that your family won't get caught in the crossfire of all this.”

Luz nodded in agreement, feeling that was the best bet for this situation. The boys didn't like it at first, but they understood. After all, Mexico may have been a safe haven for the moment, but knowing Caleb, he would find a way around that somehow.

If nothing else, though, it finally allowed them a proper chance to prepare for the madness that was Fatal Fortunes and everything it had to offer, and knowing they now had some future protégés to train? In a way, it warmed both of their hearts after some of their recent discussions about their future together and gave them a purpose to fuel them toward that moment in time, where Caleb White would no longer plague their lives and, ideally, they'd have continued to prove themselves in the treacherous waters of SCW.]]> <![CDATA[Ravyn Taylor]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3621 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 02:03:57 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3621
Incredibly though I don't hvae an Autumn cast pic, which... confuses me.

Enjoy.

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Ravyn Taylor's Diary
An excerpt from December, 2023]]>
Incredibly though I don't hvae an Autumn cast pic, which... confuses me.

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Ravyn Taylor's Diary
An excerpt from December, 2023]]> <![CDATA[Autumn Valentine]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3620 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 01:52:02 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3620
Enjoy.

Life in Seasons
Book Three, Chapter One]]>
Enjoy.

Life in Seasons
Book Three, Chapter One]]> <![CDATA[The Playgirls Thread]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3619 Sat, 09 Dec 2023 01:45:52 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3619 Season 4 / Episode 20 / Changers (Part 1 - Colleen)

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[Image: 9daa5b4cfba78e7b8c83c92c882a571d_w200.gif]]]> <![CDATA[Ludvig Eriksson's FF story entry]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3618 Fri, 08 Dec 2023 23:34:27 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3618

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Ludvig's story. Atlanta, Georgia. Tuesday 5th December. (Off-Camera)

His grand opening of his strip club and casino place yesterday was a success and it was nothing, but giving him happiness of his dream of owning a business, just like his tag partner owns a motorcycle club business. But motorcycles unless they are stunt riders weren't Ludvig's thing. Although he was too young to drink alcohol, there were alcohol beverages for sale. However, there was a soft drinks area including water for those who don't drink alcohol.

It was pretty packed on the second day where a lot of female strippers were dancing on the pole and even some coming out one by one on a special stage where one woman dances on the pole and dances on the floor in front of other men. Although there was a special VIP section for private dances and a VIP room for casino players as well as for the public.

Although people have to pay extensive memberships for it. Because it wasn't just female strippers he had here, he also had male ones too for the ladies that come in here and want to check out something like a strip club, although that was far end of the other club where it was the same setup, except male strippers.

He had female as well as male security guards and the place he had was electrifying and he had taped up a place where it would be for male and female gay strippers as well. Ludvig was in the process of accommodating to everyone, even with a few video game arcades inside too. Everything he owned was his and he had hired a female boss in charge of the male strippers version and then always a second male and female bosses in charge, especially when he was away with wrestling adventures.

Ludvig sat down with the public audience, watching female strippers dance on the pole as immediately, the strippers that were free, walking around to see if any men wanted a private dance, that's where Ludvig got excited, especially when one of them asked a question.

Female stripper: “Oh Ludvig, what about you being the boss here you get me and this lady here to give you a private dance.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “That's more like it. Of course. Let me get a few shots.”

Second female stripper: “Oh I can get that. A boss should not be getting things for himself.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Thank you.”

The second female stripper went to get Ludvig a few shots as the first female stripper took Ludvig straight to the VIP private dance rooms. There were public private dance rooms as well, but Ludvig owns the stripper club and casino business and there wasn't anything going to go wrong today, not when things he know will be a rocky start, but at the same time, he will make it as successful as it can be.

He sat down in the VIP private dance room with the first female stripper without the second one there started dancing and because he was the owner, he was the only one, besides his friends that would never be single or think to come here that could touch the strippers while they were dancing. The second stripper came back with a tray of two glasses of coke as he was still under age to drink alcohol in America.

Ludvig Eriksson: “This is the life an owner of a strip club and casino deserves this kind of treatment.”

Female stripper one: “You silly boy, you gave us a job instead of being hookers in the street to get money.”

Female stripper two: “Especially when the owner of this club has wrestling duties to do this week, right?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Indeed, but nothing is as relaxing as being with you lovely ladies, occupying my time here.”

Female stripper one: “Too sexy to be single.”

Even though he was nineteen years old and one of the women was in her mid twenties, Ludvig just didn't care as he was never more relaxed than ever before. He was the quiet one when it came to professional wrestling, part from his acrobatic stunts he does, but he was a different man outside of the ring. All risks than rewards.

Ludvig Eriksson: “Most of you ladies are into young hot studded Swedish guys, let's be honest. Oh yeah, that's the stuff.”

Female stripper two: “Touch us and see how that feels, Ludvig.”

Ludvig does and he moans in pleasure like he was having sex, but only for a private dance, especially both were touching Ludvig all over as he places his hands on both female stripper's breasts, especially how electric the place was after the day it opened with Ludvig running his business, despite wearing a suit.

Ludvig Eriksson: “You know, being here relaxes me before going wild and bashing every wrestler's brains in whether with weapons or with my god gifted high flying wrestling skills.”

Female stripper one: “Oh yes, wrestlers like you are one of a kind, especially one who has given male and female stripper a place to work.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “God damn, you girls are so fucking gorgeous. Yeah being here makes me forget about everything going on in my life and I'm enjoying this time being here and having you both dance with or on me.”

Female stripper two: “You're so enjoying this sir. You're a dime in a dozen.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I guess I am, especially when me, Dakon and Konrad are going to capture the tag titles one day.”

Ludvig was moaning a lot, even if it was just a private dance, but he immediately couldn't hold back when the second female stripper got on him and humped him with clothes on. He has a drink of coke and finishes it all as he was all sweaty, despite wearing a suit. He was enjoying every single minute of this private time and he could chat about anything and everything with the strippers.

Female stripper one: “I can imagine your sex on ice as well, huh?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Ah, so you know about me being a part time Ice Hockey player. Yes I guess I am and that along with being a wrestler and owning this club makes me rich.”

Female stripper two: “A sexy wrestler and Ice Hockey player. Good at doing both things is a good sign.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Just sticking to my European and Swedish roots. I so want to open this club for Christmas Day and have a strippers party for all the lonely people male, female to explore some Christmas presents lap dances and winning money on Casino games, the way how I got into America.”

Female stripper one: “Ah, no wonder why you opened a Casino if you won a large sum of a poker game. What game was that?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Poker.”

Ludvig decided to get his coat and shirt off to be half naked to be fair to the ladies as he was smiling and making orgasm noises on the women going all over Ludvig, to the point you can't even see his face as the strippers were all over Ludvig and he couldn't help and even forget about the wrestling lottery he and Dakon had to do.

Female stripper two: “I want to see how flexible this Swede really is.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Oh, you want to see me do splits? No problem.”

Ludvig goes on the floor and split his legs open as the girls are so impressed that they kissed him all over. They were giggling in amazement.

Female stripper one: “That's one hot Swede there.”

Female stripper two: “A sexy flexible one. Is there anything you can't do?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I can't drive or ride like my other team mates can, that's for sure, but I don't need to because when I get a car, I will use it for a humping machine. After all, I still got a ton of winnings from the poker game I won back in Sweden at sixteen years old. Being single is the best thing because if I wasn't, I certainly wouldn't put my hands on the pair of you.”

He can only smile at the attention he was getting. Sure, he was still too young to get married, but most nineteen year olds would have a serious girlfriend. Ludvig wanted to have the time of his life without bringing up kids or having a wife as of right now. He wanted to live his life to the fullest.

Ludvig Eriksson: “Who needs to get married and have kids when you can be single the rest of your life, being here at the strip club nearly everyday and just have fun?”

Female stripper one: “Oh Ludy, you need to have a life as well.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I have one, being here with you lovely gorgeous ladies with your tits in my face and dreaming to do freestyle motorcross stunts and jumping off planes, doing bungee jumping, that's the life I want to do, taking risks at all costs all the time. Much more life for filling than marrying a girl and have kids with them.”

Female stripper two: “I guess you do, along with wrestling for the crowd to help European Wrestling grow along with your two team mates and becoming a world champion along with it.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “A dream many Swedish nineteen year olds will unlikely achieve again. I wanted to do high flying and I wanted to use weapons, can't get that in boxing or MMA. Wrestling is just so varied that it captured my interest of wanting to perform. Along with you ladies flashing your breasts in my face and touching all over my chest, my arms and legs. This is a life not everyone gets to life by everyday.

Female stripper one: “I think Ludvig needs more time for us to dance around him and have him be silent and drink his last glass of coke.”

Female stripper two: “Oh, indeed. Such a shame your friends have got partners.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Yeah, but they both are older than me and have their own lives and businesses to contend with. So I own this strip club and casino and then having extra space for a dance club as well. Decided to have this place open on Christmas Day is a great idea.”

Ludvig had always planned to stay here as although he has family that are alive, the family had to be in Sweden due to businesses they have and Ludvig had to stay in US in case he was booked in more wrestling matches. However as he was enjoying the private dance too much, the female stripper said something in regards to that.

Female stripper one: “I agree you sexy stud. Males and females should never celebrate Christmas alone and I'm available on Christmas Day. My parents died when I was young and my sister and I don't talk.”

Female stripper two: “Yeah, I wasn't allowed to celebrate Christmas because I was adopted into a Jewish family due my real parents taking drugs when I was born and had them take me away. But I'm fully American with no religion as much as my adopted parents tried to force me, but I rejected and not seen them since.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “We'll have a Christmas to remember and be the first and only strip club in America to accommodate Christmas celebrations and even New Year Celebrations too.”

Female stripper one: “You be a good boy and be quiet because I want to take you home for some comfort after this strip club is in it's closing hours.”

Ludvig nodded as he stayed relaxed and silent for the entire private dance, until there was trouble on the floor as Ludvig got his shirt and jacket on and went downstairs to see there was fighting between guys that felt like they got robbed. Ludvig broke up the fight as it was a young lad and a guy running the poker table.

Ludvig Eriksson: “Hey, what's the issue here sir?”

Young guy: “This dude was trying to rob me from my bet. Trying to take my poker chips away.”

Poker table runner: “Because you weren't putting in the bets. Of course you get your chips taken from you.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “It seems you both are in the ring. Timmy, you go and serve drinks at the bar and you, I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave to cause fight in here.”

The young lad knew who Ludvig was and wasn't going to dare mess with him so he left the club and there was nothing else of an immediate danger. Of course, it was only the second day and things were going to go wrong in the early goings, but Ludvig continued with his job and went to be a security guard outside the public private rooms to see no man was doing anything inappropriate tonight as the first stripper he had a private dance with spoke to Ludvig while being a security guard.

Female stripper one: “Such a shame you had to go because of trouble.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Well, things like that happen. I will take you back to my place when this place closes to have some more private time together. You get to work.”

Female stripper one: “OK, whatever you say boss.”

Ludvig nodded, even if his time with the girls was cut short because of a fight breaking out, he had to maintain his business from collapsing on his shoulders as he couldn't afford his Spearmint Lion strip club which was a new brand compared to the other one that only catered to female strippers only, but his was catering to everyone as females like seeing male strippers as well.

It seemed the business despite a slight hiccups with Ludvig dealing with a guy trying to do inappropriate things with a lady yesterday and a fight breaking out today. After it was five in the morning, it was closing time and the first stripper he had spend nearly the entire day with, went home with Ludvig to go back to his place and had some lovemaking time together before they slept.

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Ludvig's video shoot for YouTube.com.

“So me and Dakon were told to do separate videos. I mean not many people know about me and Dakon and I'm sure Dakon introduced himself. So now I got the chance to do the same here. I'm Ludvig Eriksson from Stockholm, Sweden. I started wrestling on my birthday at eighteen years old, just last year and came to America at seventeen. Problem was I was far too long to wrestle professionally so I had to do extensive training.

Anyway the reason why I wrestle is not only to help Konrad and Dakon grow European Wrestling where only United Kingdom and Ireland wrestlers seem to shine, not only me, Dakon and Konrad although he may say he doesn't care about titles, but he knows what tag titles would mean to the team and we'll do the Freebird rule to dedicate Konrad's commitment of growing wrestling to other parts of Europe.

But because wrestling is the only sport where you can do moonsault's and hit opponents with chairs. Boxing and MMA has none of those things. So of course I'm wild on that aspect, although Dakon's all about powerhouse wrestling, Konrad's all rounder and a new guy from Turkey coming in is all technical wrestling.

But this lottery set of matches is a bunch of complete bullshit. I lack any interest doing solos matches and if anything, I let my opponent take the win because the only matches me and Dakon will ever do is tag wrestling. Because the tag titles are our world title. I don't know what you want me to say honestly with the risk of us teaming together is looking low. I'm sure Dakon's touched upon on what happens if we face Konrad.

I'd also piss on the solos titles that I don't need to win when winning a solos world title say in an independent wrestling company in Atlanta Wrestling Alliance is more than enough. We can be the best team and that's what we've signed our contracts to do, not for me to face Glory on my own. We're growing European wrestling and evolving tag wrestling division that's not all just boring same old bloody regular pinfall or submission to the finish. So far, we've done a good job of wanting to elevate tag wrestlers from their comfort zones and be more creative because having tag matches winning by pinfall or submissions is what you see in every single wrestling company and it's all the same utter garbage.

I want Chaos and cause people to be busted open. I want to fly around the ring and knock people to the ground at the same time and I want to help Dakon and Konrad grow the European Wrestling business to bring more European Wrestlers outside of United Kingdom and Ireland to wrestling because we love our countries and Konrad always gets bothered on the severe lack of European wrestlers.

I was brought in because Konrad like he saw with Dakon saw potential in me with my wrestling skills. You can say we haven't won matches, but do you think we care about wins and losses? No because we don't need to win matches to get title shots. We'll force our way through all of that. But you know I'm the quiet one, but because I'm all about action than words. Dakon's more the talker than me and Konrad.

But outside the ring, I recently opened a strip club casino place for male and female strippers to come and enjoy themselves because I'm wild and wacky outside the ring. I'm all sorts of crazy which is why I do all the stunts for the team, why I'm all about risks than rewards.

You know whatever, we could be in a tag title match or tag match in general which is all we want. None of this solos wrestling and solos title bullshit. I don't give a fuck about Asher, Alistaire, Deanna, La Pequena Luz's solos titles, none of you pay any interest to mind. Oh and I play semi pro Ice Hockey for Atlanta Gladiators.

But we do want La Pequena Luz and her partner's tag belts though and that's what we're here for and there's all I have left to say because I'm not a fan of talking about wrestling matches. Actions do speak louder than words and that's that and we'll see what happens. If I'm having a solos match with anyone unless it's a tag match or tag title match, I'll let you have the win cos my interest for solos match is none whatsoever.”]]>

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Ludvig's story. Atlanta, Georgia. Tuesday 5th December. (Off-Camera)

His grand opening of his strip club and casino place yesterday was a success and it was nothing, but giving him happiness of his dream of owning a business, just like his tag partner owns a motorcycle club business. But motorcycles unless they are stunt riders weren't Ludvig's thing. Although he was too young to drink alcohol, there were alcohol beverages for sale. However, there was a soft drinks area including water for those who don't drink alcohol.

It was pretty packed on the second day where a lot of female strippers were dancing on the pole and even some coming out one by one on a special stage where one woman dances on the pole and dances on the floor in front of other men. Although there was a special VIP section for private dances and a VIP room for casino players as well as for the public.

Although people have to pay extensive memberships for it. Because it wasn't just female strippers he had here, he also had male ones too for the ladies that come in here and want to check out something like a strip club, although that was far end of the other club where it was the same setup, except male strippers.

He had female as well as male security guards and the place he had was electrifying and he had taped up a place where it would be for male and female gay strippers as well. Ludvig was in the process of accommodating to everyone, even with a few video game arcades inside too. Everything he owned was his and he had hired a female boss in charge of the male strippers version and then always a second male and female bosses in charge, especially when he was away with wrestling adventures.

Ludvig sat down with the public audience, watching female strippers dance on the pole as immediately, the strippers that were free, walking around to see if any men wanted a private dance, that's where Ludvig got excited, especially when one of them asked a question.

Female stripper: “Oh Ludvig, what about you being the boss here you get me and this lady here to give you a private dance.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “That's more like it. Of course. Let me get a few shots.”

Second female stripper: “Oh I can get that. A boss should not be getting things for himself.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Thank you.”

The second female stripper went to get Ludvig a few shots as the first female stripper took Ludvig straight to the VIP private dance rooms. There were public private dance rooms as well, but Ludvig owns the stripper club and casino business and there wasn't anything going to go wrong today, not when things he know will be a rocky start, but at the same time, he will make it as successful as it can be.

He sat down in the VIP private dance room with the first female stripper without the second one there started dancing and because he was the owner, he was the only one, besides his friends that would never be single or think to come here that could touch the strippers while they were dancing. The second stripper came back with a tray of two glasses of coke as he was still under age to drink alcohol in America.

Ludvig Eriksson: “This is the life an owner of a strip club and casino deserves this kind of treatment.”

Female stripper one: “You silly boy, you gave us a job instead of being hookers in the street to get money.”

Female stripper two: “Especially when the owner of this club has wrestling duties to do this week, right?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Indeed, but nothing is as relaxing as being with you lovely ladies, occupying my time here.”

Female stripper one: “Too sexy to be single.”

Even though he was nineteen years old and one of the women was in her mid twenties, Ludvig just didn't care as he was never more relaxed than ever before. He was the quiet one when it came to professional wrestling, part from his acrobatic stunts he does, but he was a different man outside of the ring. All risks than rewards.

Ludvig Eriksson: “Most of you ladies are into young hot studded Swedish guys, let's be honest. Oh yeah, that's the stuff.”

Female stripper two: “Touch us and see how that feels, Ludvig.”

Ludvig does and he moans in pleasure like he was having sex, but only for a private dance, especially both were touching Ludvig all over as he places his hands on both female stripper's breasts, especially how electric the place was after the day it opened with Ludvig running his business, despite wearing a suit.

Ludvig Eriksson: “You know, being here relaxes me before going wild and bashing every wrestler's brains in whether with weapons or with my god gifted high flying wrestling skills.”

Female stripper one: “Oh yes, wrestlers like you are one of a kind, especially one who has given male and female stripper a place to work.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “God damn, you girls are so fucking gorgeous. Yeah being here makes me forget about everything going on in my life and I'm enjoying this time being here and having you both dance with or on me.”

Female stripper two: “You're so enjoying this sir. You're a dime in a dozen.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I guess I am, especially when me, Dakon and Konrad are going to capture the tag titles one day.”

Ludvig was moaning a lot, even if it was just a private dance, but he immediately couldn't hold back when the second female stripper got on him and humped him with clothes on. He has a drink of coke and finishes it all as he was all sweaty, despite wearing a suit. He was enjoying every single minute of this private time and he could chat about anything and everything with the strippers.

Female stripper one: “I can imagine your sex on ice as well, huh?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Ah, so you know about me being a part time Ice Hockey player. Yes I guess I am and that along with being a wrestler and owning this club makes me rich.”

Female stripper two: “A sexy wrestler and Ice Hockey player. Good at doing both things is a good sign.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Just sticking to my European and Swedish roots. I so want to open this club for Christmas Day and have a strippers party for all the lonely people male, female to explore some Christmas presents lap dances and winning money on Casino games, the way how I got into America.”

Female stripper one: “Ah, no wonder why you opened a Casino if you won a large sum of a poker game. What game was that?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Poker.”

Ludvig decided to get his coat and shirt off to be half naked to be fair to the ladies as he was smiling and making orgasm noises on the women going all over Ludvig, to the point you can't even see his face as the strippers were all over Ludvig and he couldn't help and even forget about the wrestling lottery he and Dakon had to do.

Female stripper two: “I want to see how flexible this Swede really is.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Oh, you want to see me do splits? No problem.”

Ludvig goes on the floor and split his legs open as the girls are so impressed that they kissed him all over. They were giggling in amazement.

Female stripper one: “That's one hot Swede there.”

Female stripper two: “A sexy flexible one. Is there anything you can't do?”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I can't drive or ride like my other team mates can, that's for sure, but I don't need to because when I get a car, I will use it for a humping machine. After all, I still got a ton of winnings from the poker game I won back in Sweden at sixteen years old. Being single is the best thing because if I wasn't, I certainly wouldn't put my hands on the pair of you.”

He can only smile at the attention he was getting. Sure, he was still too young to get married, but most nineteen year olds would have a serious girlfriend. Ludvig wanted to have the time of his life without bringing up kids or having a wife as of right now. He wanted to live his life to the fullest.

Ludvig Eriksson: “Who needs to get married and have kids when you can be single the rest of your life, being here at the strip club nearly everyday and just have fun?”

Female stripper one: “Oh Ludy, you need to have a life as well.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I have one, being here with you lovely gorgeous ladies with your tits in my face and dreaming to do freestyle motorcross stunts and jumping off planes, doing bungee jumping, that's the life I want to do, taking risks at all costs all the time. Much more life for filling than marrying a girl and have kids with them.”

Female stripper two: “I guess you do, along with wrestling for the crowd to help European Wrestling grow along with your two team mates and becoming a world champion along with it.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “A dream many Swedish nineteen year olds will unlikely achieve again. I wanted to do high flying and I wanted to use weapons, can't get that in boxing or MMA. Wrestling is just so varied that it captured my interest of wanting to perform. Along with you ladies flashing your breasts in my face and touching all over my chest, my arms and legs. This is a life not everyone gets to life by everyday.

Female stripper one: “I think Ludvig needs more time for us to dance around him and have him be silent and drink his last glass of coke.”

Female stripper two: “Oh, indeed. Such a shame your friends have got partners.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Yeah, but they both are older than me and have their own lives and businesses to contend with. So I own this strip club and casino and then having extra space for a dance club as well. Decided to have this place open on Christmas Day is a great idea.”

Ludvig had always planned to stay here as although he has family that are alive, the family had to be in Sweden due to businesses they have and Ludvig had to stay in US in case he was booked in more wrestling matches. However as he was enjoying the private dance too much, the female stripper said something in regards to that.

Female stripper one: “I agree you sexy stud. Males and females should never celebrate Christmas alone and I'm available on Christmas Day. My parents died when I was young and my sister and I don't talk.”

Female stripper two: “Yeah, I wasn't allowed to celebrate Christmas because I was adopted into a Jewish family due my real parents taking drugs when I was born and had them take me away. But I'm fully American with no religion as much as my adopted parents tried to force me, but I rejected and not seen them since.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “We'll have a Christmas to remember and be the first and only strip club in America to accommodate Christmas celebrations and even New Year Celebrations too.”

Female stripper one: “You be a good boy and be quiet because I want to take you home for some comfort after this strip club is in it's closing hours.”

Ludvig nodded as he stayed relaxed and silent for the entire private dance, until there was trouble on the floor as Ludvig got his shirt and jacket on and went downstairs to see there was fighting between guys that felt like they got robbed. Ludvig broke up the fight as it was a young lad and a guy running the poker table.

Ludvig Eriksson: “Hey, what's the issue here sir?”

Young guy: “This dude was trying to rob me from my bet. Trying to take my poker chips away.”

Poker table runner: “Because you weren't putting in the bets. Of course you get your chips taken from you.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “It seems you both are in the ring. Timmy, you go and serve drinks at the bar and you, I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave to cause fight in here.”

The young lad knew who Ludvig was and wasn't going to dare mess with him so he left the club and there was nothing else of an immediate danger. Of course, it was only the second day and things were going to go wrong in the early goings, but Ludvig continued with his job and went to be a security guard outside the public private rooms to see no man was doing anything inappropriate tonight as the first stripper he had a private dance with spoke to Ludvig while being a security guard.

Female stripper one: “Such a shame you had to go because of trouble.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Well, things like that happen. I will take you back to my place when this place closes to have some more private time together. You get to work.”

Female stripper one: “OK, whatever you say boss.”

Ludvig nodded, even if his time with the girls was cut short because of a fight breaking out, he had to maintain his business from collapsing on his shoulders as he couldn't afford his Spearmint Lion strip club which was a new brand compared to the other one that only catered to female strippers only, but his was catering to everyone as females like seeing male strippers as well.

It seemed the business despite a slight hiccups with Ludvig dealing with a guy trying to do inappropriate things with a lady yesterday and a fight breaking out today. After it was five in the morning, it was closing time and the first stripper he had spend nearly the entire day with, went home with Ludvig to go back to his place and had some lovemaking time together before they slept.

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Ludvig's video shoot for YouTube.com.

“So me and Dakon were told to do separate videos. I mean not many people know about me and Dakon and I'm sure Dakon introduced himself. So now I got the chance to do the same here. I'm Ludvig Eriksson from Stockholm, Sweden. I started wrestling on my birthday at eighteen years old, just last year and came to America at seventeen. Problem was I was far too long to wrestle professionally so I had to do extensive training.

Anyway the reason why I wrestle is not only to help Konrad and Dakon grow European Wrestling where only United Kingdom and Ireland wrestlers seem to shine, not only me, Dakon and Konrad although he may say he doesn't care about titles, but he knows what tag titles would mean to the team and we'll do the Freebird rule to dedicate Konrad's commitment of growing wrestling to other parts of Europe.

But because wrestling is the only sport where you can do moonsault's and hit opponents with chairs. Boxing and MMA has none of those things. So of course I'm wild on that aspect, although Dakon's all about powerhouse wrestling, Konrad's all rounder and a new guy from Turkey coming in is all technical wrestling.

But this lottery set of matches is a bunch of complete bullshit. I lack any interest doing solos matches and if anything, I let my opponent take the win because the only matches me and Dakon will ever do is tag wrestling. Because the tag titles are our world title. I don't know what you want me to say honestly with the risk of us teaming together is looking low. I'm sure Dakon's touched upon on what happens if we face Konrad.

I'd also piss on the solos titles that I don't need to win when winning a solos world title say in an independent wrestling company in Atlanta Wrestling Alliance is more than enough. We can be the best team and that's what we've signed our contracts to do, not for me to face Glory on my own. We're growing European wrestling and evolving tag wrestling division that's not all just boring same old bloody regular pinfall or submission to the finish. So far, we've done a good job of wanting to elevate tag wrestlers from their comfort zones and be more creative because having tag matches winning by pinfall or submissions is what you see in every single wrestling company and it's all the same utter garbage.

I want Chaos and cause people to be busted open. I want to fly around the ring and knock people to the ground at the same time and I want to help Dakon and Konrad grow the European Wrestling business to bring more European Wrestlers outside of United Kingdom and Ireland to wrestling because we love our countries and Konrad always gets bothered on the severe lack of European wrestlers.

I was brought in because Konrad like he saw with Dakon saw potential in me with my wrestling skills. You can say we haven't won matches, but do you think we care about wins and losses? No because we don't need to win matches to get title shots. We'll force our way through all of that. But you know I'm the quiet one, but because I'm all about action than words. Dakon's more the talker than me and Konrad.

But outside the ring, I recently opened a strip club casino place for male and female strippers to come and enjoy themselves because I'm wild and wacky outside the ring. I'm all sorts of crazy which is why I do all the stunts for the team, why I'm all about risks than rewards.

You know whatever, we could be in a tag title match or tag match in general which is all we want. None of this solos wrestling and solos title bullshit. I don't give a fuck about Asher, Alistaire, Deanna, La Pequena Luz's solos titles, none of you pay any interest to mind. Oh and I play semi pro Ice Hockey for Atlanta Gladiators.

But we do want La Pequena Luz and her partner's tag belts though and that's what we're here for and there's all I have left to say because I'm not a fan of talking about wrestling matches. Actions do speak louder than words and that's that and we'll see what happens. If I'm having a solos match with anyone unless it's a tag match or tag title match, I'll let you have the win cos my interest for solos match is none whatsoever.”]]> <![CDATA[House of James]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3617 Fri, 08 Dec 2023 17:45:36 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3617
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House of James 001]]> <![CDATA[Fatal Fortunes]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3616 Fri, 08 Dec 2023 11:47:16 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3616 Fortune favors the bold!]]> Fortune favors the bold!]]> <![CDATA[Katie Steward | "Thoughts and Prayers"]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3615 Fri, 08 Dec 2023 06:07:48 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3615 Katie Steward | "Thoughts and Prayers"

In the middle of the night Katie is at home in bed. Tucked under the cover and sound asleep.

Why doesn’t she like me?

A whisper is heard in Katie’s head. Loud enough to wake her and she sits up in her bed. Katie brushes her face mask off her face and looks around the bedroom for the voice. There is no one in the room with her. Katie rubs the sleep from her eyes trying to fix her vision, but nothing changes. She is still the only one in the bedroom. It must have been in her dream.

If only I had more time with them.

Another whisper echoes through her head. It shakes Katie up and she throws her blanket off her jumping out of bed. She spun looking for the person in the room in her pink silk pajamas.

“TJ?” Katie calls out and waits for an answer, but nothing. “Ace.” Katie looks annoyed getting no answer. The culprit continues to hide playing whatever game this is with her.

I hope we win.

Another whisper pierces Katie's mind. Katie cups her hands over her ears trying to block out the noise. She lets out a scream and sprints out of the room. The unexplained whispers are freaking her out.


The next morning, Katie is out for a jog around her block. A pair of raycon earbuds practically  glued in her wars drowning out the whispers. Listening to whatever podcast was in her recommendations. Katie jogs to the bus stops as the bus pulls up. Katie gets on the bus and finds herself a seat. She keeps her head. Her hoodie from her sweatshirt pulled up over her. Feeling that if she looks up she'll be bombarded with words.

How can I get with the blonde that just walked in on the bus?

Katie looks up and around at the people on the bus. Mostly everyone was doing as she was and kept their gaze down on the phones, for the most part. Though there was one guy creepy checking her out. Normally she would expect this kind of attention. She's seen the pervy messages that slipped into the DMs that SCW fans send. Having the voices running in her mind now just freaks her out and makes her feel icky about it. Not that the messages from some of the SCW fanbase did that too. The bus makes it to the next stop and Katie sees herself off of it as quickly as she had gotten on. The bus drives off and Katie boosts up the volume on the podcast hoping that'll help.

Eventually Katie makes it to Steward's Place restaurant.Inside she finds TJ there. Katie removes her hood and takes out her earbuds and walks over to him.

“Hey Katie, you're early.” TJ says to her cleaning some glasses.

“I woke up early when I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been getting these…” Katie freezes up before she can tell TJ about the whispers. Yeah, telling someone she’s hearing voices in her head would go over so well for her. “Headaches. Yeah, they just come.”

“Oh, I can go and grab some aspirin if you need it.” TJ offers putting the glass back on the shelf and the washcloth on the counter.

“No. It’s ok TJ. I’m fine now. Just a little tired.” Katie tries to reassure him. She turns around back into the restaurant and takes a seat in a booth.

A television is on inside the restaurant for the customers. A local news channel running one of its big stories being lottery fever spreading across the nation. That’s when the whispers return. A lot of them.

Unintelligible words flood Katie’s head all at once. Mostly having to do with a large cash flow of probability.

Katie covers her ears and puts her head down on the table, but she can’t drown it out. It’s in her head.

TJ is near to notice Katie’s awkward behavior. “Ok, Katie what is going on? You can tell me.”

“Alright.” Katie takes a breath building up her confidence. “I’m hearing voices. In my head and not mine.”

TJ sits there and just looks at her.

“I knew it. You think I’m crazy. Or you’re thinking, isn't it normal. No. People are talking to me and I don’t know where it’s coming from and it’s freaking me out.” Katie’s body shakes waiting for the next batch of whispers to hit her.

“Ok. We can figure this out. Do you know what they’re saying?” TJ reaches out and holds onto Katie’s hand trying to calm her.

“Well usually it’s asking for stuff. Like I have some kind of power.” Katie plays with her earbuds in hand. “Someone to pay attention to them, or a new job, or money. I just got a lot of those.”

“Katie. Are you receiving people’s prayers?” TJ asks.

“What? No. Of course not. People pray to God. That’s his thing. Although we know God is a woman and I am a Goddess and… Oh my Goddess!” Katie is shocked by the revelation. “People are praying to me. Why now?”

“I don’t know, but don’t worry. We’ll figure out what to do.” TJ continues to try and calm her down. Seeing how visibly upset Katie is.

Katie looks up and around the restaurant. Something catches her eyes. A lot of something that she hadn’t seen in a while.

“Uh TJ, why does everyone in the restaurant have a pair of my prayer beads that I made?” Katie asks, connecting the dots to her current dilemma.

“Oh I found a box of them laying around and a customer was interested so I sold a few. They’re really a big hit. Wait, you don’t think that they connect to the voices, do you? I guess that’ll be how they work.” TJ thinks about the prayer beads and they both seem to come to the same conclusion.

“I don’t know, but something is clearly happening. TJ, you need to find and get those beads back.” Katie says looking at TJ pleading with him.

“I don’t think I can. We sold a lot of them. Tracking them would be impossible.” TJ shakes his head while Katie tries to think.

“Really?” Katie perks up as TJ tells her how popular they are. “Well maybe we could just advise people from not using them to pray with.”

“That would defeat the reason why people buy them though.” TJ explains.

“So my prayer beads are a hit and now they can speak to me.” Katie puts her head down on the table looking really tired.

“Wait, I got an idea.” TJ jumps up and walks away leaving Katie at the table. She lifts her head and watches him. He walks around the counter and grabs something underneath. TJ rushes back to the table holding up one of the prayer beads in his head. “Ok, what do you hear?”

“Nothing.” Katie shakes her head. “Maybe you’re doing it wrong?”

“No. I know how to do it. You hold it in your hand and just roll the beads with your fingers. Like this. You’re really not hearing anything?” TJ asks, still playing with the beads.

“Haven’t actually heard anything in awhile. Maybe they gave them a rest?” Katie breathes a sigh of relief.

“Ok, she can’t hear you. Probably for the best she didn’t know what...”

Katie lets out a scream that causes everyone in the restaurant to turn. TJ leans back giving Katie a bit of space.Wondering if maybe she heard something.

“I’m sorry, I gotta get out of here.” Katie jumps out of the booth and rushes to the door. She pops her earbuds back into her ears and turns the volume way up. TJ stands up from the booth and turns around, but Katie is already gone before he can say anything. TJ looks around at the patrons in the restaurant.

“She’s under a lot of pressure right now. You all know how it is.” TJ smiles at them all and they just go back to their business.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

Katie now manages to make it to Gigi and Maddy’s apartment. Maybe they can help figure out some kind of solution that’ll help her. Katie knocks on the door. Maddy answers the door and Katie pours herself inside.

“Oh Maddy, thank Goddess someone is home. I need some help.” Katie takes out her earbuds and slips them into her jacket pocket. “Is Gigi home?”

“No. She’s out. Katie, what’s the matter? You’re going a bit crazy.” Maddy holds Katie’s arm looking at her nervously. Katie turns and sees Ash walking into the room and she gets Katie’s attention.

“Ash! I need you. You’re a Goddess.” Katie rushes over and pulls Ash to the side.

“Yes. That is what you made me.”  Ash nods her head along with Katie’s erratic behavior.

“I’m hearing people’s prayers. In my head.” Katie explains her situation to Ash.

“Cool. So are they really dirty prayers?” Maddy asks standing by with a curious look.

“No. Maddy, they don’t work like that.” Ash shoots down Maddy’s question.

“Well… actually I’ve gotten a handful of some really disturbing stuff. Oh my Goddess, what if they think I’m THAT kind of a Goddess!?” Katie continues to freak out.

“Ok.” Ash holds Katie’s shoulders and gives a bit of a rub trying to settle her down. “It’s ok, Katie. We’ll figure this out.

“I hope Katie and Gigi win the Tag Team Titles.”

Katie stops. Looking up and turning to Maddy.

“Madison, was that your prayer?” Katie asks.

“Yeah. You said you could hear them so I gave it a shot. Did it work?” Maddy nods at Katie.

“Ash. If I can hear prayers. Can I also grant them?” Katie turns back to Ash asking her head. Suddenly the wheels begin to turn in her head. Wondering how she can use this to her advantage.

“It doesn’t work that way, Katie. Prayer isn’t a thing where you are given stuff.” Ash tries to explain it to Katie.

“But I could grant things, right?” Katie questions her.

“You’re not a genie.You listen to the prayers and it helps them try and work their problems out themselves.” Ash again tries to convince Katie.

“But, it’s all really loud. I can’t think. I can’t sleep. How do I get it to stop? How can TJ get all the prayer beads back?” Katie pleads with Ash to somehow take this weight off of her head.

“Sorry Katie, you just have to listen to the voices. If not, then you’ll just be bombarded with them.” Ash tells her. She then turns around and leaves the room.

“You know, I don’t think Ash was being truthful. The Gods bless people with things and who says that you and Gigi haven’t earned it?” Maddy plays Devil’s Advocate standing on her right side. Telling her what she wants to hear.

“I knew that was right too. And Gigi and I do deserve it.” Katie nods, turning around and leaving the apartment to work on her plan. She takes her earbuds out of her pocket. Before she puts them in her ears she gets one last whisper.

“I want Katie on Breakdown…”

Katie freezes. She is frozen still recognizing the whisper, but she doesn’t say anything. She turns back and gives Maddy a look. One last look around the apartment before Katie leaves.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

“What am I going to do? I can see so many possibilities. I can hear so many suggestions as everyone is preparing for Breakdown this Wednesday. So many people see their fortunes being told. The champions expected something fatal. Everyone sees an opportunity, but what does Katie Steward want? Would she choose something Fatal or maybe Fortune. Now I’m no stranger to having fortune plays on my side. It’s where I became an Adrenaline Champion. Where making a dream of becoming an SCW Supreme Champion a reality. Let’s face it, I never really saw myself as a Supreme Champion. Everything SCW has thrown my way. Just building and building something that no one could take away from me. Everyone thinks that being Supreme Champion makes them something special, but I will be one step above them. Because SCW continues to push me. Too push the hurdles in front of me and see if I can jump high enough to clear them. The Adrenaline Champion, The Underground Champion, Television…”

“Everyone already knows what Katie Steward is after in this Fatal Fortunes when Breakdown rolls around. Too complete my legacy and win the Tag Team titles like I deserve and maybe, just maybe I could bend some rules. I’m not going to be greedy. If my fortunes reveal the tag team title match. Then you know Katie Steward is going to cash in, but there is also so very, very much more. I hear the fans' prayers. I want to answer them. They want to see Katie Steward as Supreme Champion. They also want Katie Steward to make the United States Champion beautiful again. I haven’t forgotten about my MABA faith. Also, I know everyone is praying that Katie Steward will once again be your Supreme World Champion. I do pray that that day comes.”

“So it doesn’t matter what the fortunes roll out on Breakdown. I promise that everyone’s prayers will be answered. Katie Steward will not suffer a fatal fall. Whether it’s becoming Supreme Champion, or some other title comes my way. Or even some grudge match that someone in SCW is dying to have with SCW’s Goddess. Just know that Katie Steward is going to be ending 2023 with a bang.”]]> Katie Steward | "Thoughts and Prayers"

In the middle of the night Katie is at home in bed. Tucked under the cover and sound asleep.

Why doesn’t she like me?

A whisper is heard in Katie’s head. Loud enough to wake her and she sits up in her bed. Katie brushes her face mask off her face and looks around the bedroom for the voice. There is no one in the room with her. Katie rubs the sleep from her eyes trying to fix her vision, but nothing changes. She is still the only one in the bedroom. It must have been in her dream.

If only I had more time with them.

Another whisper echoes through her head. It shakes Katie up and she throws her blanket off her jumping out of bed. She spun looking for the person in the room in her pink silk pajamas.

“TJ?” Katie calls out and waits for an answer, but nothing. “Ace.” Katie looks annoyed getting no answer. The culprit continues to hide playing whatever game this is with her.

I hope we win.

Another whisper pierces Katie's mind. Katie cups her hands over her ears trying to block out the noise. She lets out a scream and sprints out of the room. The unexplained whispers are freaking her out.


The next morning, Katie is out for a jog around her block. A pair of raycon earbuds practically  glued in her wars drowning out the whispers. Listening to whatever podcast was in her recommendations. Katie jogs to the bus stops as the bus pulls up. Katie gets on the bus and finds herself a seat. She keeps her head. Her hoodie from her sweatshirt pulled up over her. Feeling that if she looks up she'll be bombarded with words.

How can I get with the blonde that just walked in on the bus?

Katie looks up and around at the people on the bus. Mostly everyone was doing as she was and kept their gaze down on the phones, for the most part. Though there was one guy creepy checking her out. Normally she would expect this kind of attention. She's seen the pervy messages that slipped into the DMs that SCW fans send. Having the voices running in her mind now just freaks her out and makes her feel icky about it. Not that the messages from some of the SCW fanbase did that too. The bus makes it to the next stop and Katie sees herself off of it as quickly as she had gotten on. The bus drives off and Katie boosts up the volume on the podcast hoping that'll help.

Eventually Katie makes it to Steward's Place restaurant.Inside she finds TJ there. Katie removes her hood and takes out her earbuds and walks over to him.

“Hey Katie, you're early.” TJ says to her cleaning some glasses.

“I woke up early when I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been getting these…” Katie freezes up before she can tell TJ about the whispers. Yeah, telling someone she’s hearing voices in her head would go over so well for her. “Headaches. Yeah, they just come.”

“Oh, I can go and grab some aspirin if you need it.” TJ offers putting the glass back on the shelf and the washcloth on the counter.

“No. It’s ok TJ. I’m fine now. Just a little tired.” Katie tries to reassure him. She turns around back into the restaurant and takes a seat in a booth.

A television is on inside the restaurant for the customers. A local news channel running one of its big stories being lottery fever spreading across the nation. That’s when the whispers return. A lot of them.

Unintelligible words flood Katie’s head all at once. Mostly having to do with a large cash flow of probability.

Katie covers her ears and puts her head down on the table, but she can’t drown it out. It’s in her head.

TJ is near to notice Katie’s awkward behavior. “Ok, Katie what is going on? You can tell me.”

“Alright.” Katie takes a breath building up her confidence. “I’m hearing voices. In my head and not mine.”

TJ sits there and just looks at her.

“I knew it. You think I’m crazy. Or you’re thinking, isn't it normal. No. People are talking to me and I don’t know where it’s coming from and it’s freaking me out.” Katie’s body shakes waiting for the next batch of whispers to hit her.

“Ok. We can figure this out. Do you know what they’re saying?” TJ reaches out and holds onto Katie’s hand trying to calm her.

“Well usually it’s asking for stuff. Like I have some kind of power.” Katie plays with her earbuds in hand. “Someone to pay attention to them, or a new job, or money. I just got a lot of those.”

“Katie. Are you receiving people’s prayers?” TJ asks.

“What? No. Of course not. People pray to God. That’s his thing. Although we know God is a woman and I am a Goddess and… Oh my Goddess!” Katie is shocked by the revelation. “People are praying to me. Why now?”

“I don’t know, but don’t worry. We’ll figure out what to do.” TJ continues to try and calm her down. Seeing how visibly upset Katie is.

Katie looks up and around the restaurant. Something catches her eyes. A lot of something that she hadn’t seen in a while.

“Uh TJ, why does everyone in the restaurant have a pair of my prayer beads that I made?” Katie asks, connecting the dots to her current dilemma.

“Oh I found a box of them laying around and a customer was interested so I sold a few. They’re really a big hit. Wait, you don’t think that they connect to the voices, do you? I guess that’ll be how they work.” TJ thinks about the prayer beads and they both seem to come to the same conclusion.

“I don’t know, but something is clearly happening. TJ, you need to find and get those beads back.” Katie says looking at TJ pleading with him.

“I don’t think I can. We sold a lot of them. Tracking them would be impossible.” TJ shakes his head while Katie tries to think.

“Really?” Katie perks up as TJ tells her how popular they are. “Well maybe we could just advise people from not using them to pray with.”

“That would defeat the reason why people buy them though.” TJ explains.

“So my prayer beads are a hit and now they can speak to me.” Katie puts her head down on the table looking really tired.

“Wait, I got an idea.” TJ jumps up and walks away leaving Katie at the table. She lifts her head and watches him. He walks around the counter and grabs something underneath. TJ rushes back to the table holding up one of the prayer beads in his head. “Ok, what do you hear?”

“Nothing.” Katie shakes her head. “Maybe you’re doing it wrong?”

“No. I know how to do it. You hold it in your hand and just roll the beads with your fingers. Like this. You’re really not hearing anything?” TJ asks, still playing with the beads.

“Haven’t actually heard anything in awhile. Maybe they gave them a rest?” Katie breathes a sigh of relief.

“Ok, she can’t hear you. Probably for the best she didn’t know what...”

Katie lets out a scream that causes everyone in the restaurant to turn. TJ leans back giving Katie a bit of space.Wondering if maybe she heard something.

“I’m sorry, I gotta get out of here.” Katie jumps out of the booth and rushes to the door. She pops her earbuds back into her ears and turns the volume way up. TJ stands up from the booth and turns around, but Katie is already gone before he can say anything. TJ looks around at the patrons in the restaurant.

“She’s under a lot of pressure right now. You all know how it is.” TJ smiles at them all and they just go back to their business.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

Katie now manages to make it to Gigi and Maddy’s apartment. Maybe they can help figure out some kind of solution that’ll help her. Katie knocks on the door. Maddy answers the door and Katie pours herself inside.

“Oh Maddy, thank Goddess someone is home. I need some help.” Katie takes out her earbuds and slips them into her jacket pocket. “Is Gigi home?”

“No. She’s out. Katie, what’s the matter? You’re going a bit crazy.” Maddy holds Katie’s arm looking at her nervously. Katie turns and sees Ash walking into the room and she gets Katie’s attention.

“Ash! I need you. You’re a Goddess.” Katie rushes over and pulls Ash to the side.

“Yes. That is what you made me.”  Ash nods her head along with Katie’s erratic behavior.

“I’m hearing people’s prayers. In my head.” Katie explains her situation to Ash.

“Cool. So are they really dirty prayers?” Maddy asks standing by with a curious look.

“No. Maddy, they don’t work like that.” Ash shoots down Maddy’s question.

“Well… actually I’ve gotten a handful of some really disturbing stuff. Oh my Goddess, what if they think I’m THAT kind of a Goddess!?” Katie continues to freak out.

“Ok.” Ash holds Katie’s shoulders and gives a bit of a rub trying to settle her down. “It’s ok, Katie. We’ll figure this out.

“I hope Katie and Gigi win the Tag Team Titles.”

Katie stops. Looking up and turning to Maddy.

“Madison, was that your prayer?” Katie asks.

“Yeah. You said you could hear them so I gave it a shot. Did it work?” Maddy nods at Katie.

“Ash. If I can hear prayers. Can I also grant them?” Katie turns back to Ash asking her head. Suddenly the wheels begin to turn in her head. Wondering how she can use this to her advantage.

“It doesn’t work that way, Katie. Prayer isn’t a thing where you are given stuff.” Ash tries to explain it to Katie.

“But I could grant things, right?” Katie questions her.

“You’re not a genie.You listen to the prayers and it helps them try and work their problems out themselves.” Ash again tries to convince Katie.

“But, it’s all really loud. I can’t think. I can’t sleep. How do I get it to stop? How can TJ get all the prayer beads back?” Katie pleads with Ash to somehow take this weight off of her head.

“Sorry Katie, you just have to listen to the voices. If not, then you’ll just be bombarded with them.” Ash tells her. She then turns around and leaves the room.

“You know, I don’t think Ash was being truthful. The Gods bless people with things and who says that you and Gigi haven’t earned it?” Maddy plays Devil’s Advocate standing on her right side. Telling her what she wants to hear.

“I knew that was right too. And Gigi and I do deserve it.” Katie nods, turning around and leaving the apartment to work on her plan. She takes her earbuds out of her pocket. Before she puts them in her ears she gets one last whisper.

“I want Katie on Breakdown…”

Katie freezes. She is frozen still recognizing the whisper, but she doesn’t say anything. She turns back and gives Maddy a look. One last look around the apartment before Katie leaves.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

“What am I going to do? I can see so many possibilities. I can hear so many suggestions as everyone is preparing for Breakdown this Wednesday. So many people see their fortunes being told. The champions expected something fatal. Everyone sees an opportunity, but what does Katie Steward want? Would she choose something Fatal or maybe Fortune. Now I’m no stranger to having fortune plays on my side. It’s where I became an Adrenaline Champion. Where making a dream of becoming an SCW Supreme Champion a reality. Let’s face it, I never really saw myself as a Supreme Champion. Everything SCW has thrown my way. Just building and building something that no one could take away from me. Everyone thinks that being Supreme Champion makes them something special, but I will be one step above them. Because SCW continues to push me. Too push the hurdles in front of me and see if I can jump high enough to clear them. The Adrenaline Champion, The Underground Champion, Television…”

“Everyone already knows what Katie Steward is after in this Fatal Fortunes when Breakdown rolls around. Too complete my legacy and win the Tag Team titles like I deserve and maybe, just maybe I could bend some rules. I’m not going to be greedy. If my fortunes reveal the tag team title match. Then you know Katie Steward is going to cash in, but there is also so very, very much more. I hear the fans' prayers. I want to answer them. They want to see Katie Steward as Supreme Champion. They also want Katie Steward to make the United States Champion beautiful again. I haven’t forgotten about my MABA faith. Also, I know everyone is praying that Katie Steward will once again be your Supreme World Champion. I do pray that that day comes.”

“So it doesn’t matter what the fortunes roll out on Breakdown. I promise that everyone’s prayers will be answered. Katie Steward will not suffer a fatal fall. Whether it’s becoming Supreme Champion, or some other title comes my way. Or even some grudge match that someone in SCW is dying to have with SCW’s Goddess. Just know that Katie Steward is going to be ending 2023 with a bang.”]]> <![CDATA[Dakon Theron's FF story entry]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3614 Fri, 08 Dec 2023 05:58:42 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3614

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Dakon's story. Atlanta, Georgia. Tuesday 5th December. (Off-Camera)

Not many people know that Dakon apart from wrestling has a side hobby that he hosts from time to time and not even Konrad knows, having his own Blade Cycle Club where it was a pretty big headquarters Dakon ran with a couple of his other friends. He brought Ginny along for the ride since he knows Konrad was going to be busy with Polly and his focus on the Snowball Derby racing.

Dakon parked his bike outside of the club along with the other bikes and he helps Ginny off his Harley Davidson bike by picking her up and placing her on her feet and she stands to look at the building which was all built metal with the club logo on it.

Ginny Raab: “Is this it?”

Dakon Theron: “Oh yeah.”

Ginny Raab: “It's amazing. Let's go and meet your friends.”

Dakon Theron: “After I've done this.”

Dakon and Ginny share a kiss before they walk into the Blade Cycle Club and there was pictures of Moto GP and World Superbike riders as they were Motorcycle Racing fans as well, always showing big screens when Moto GP and World Superbikes was on and Ginny even looked at the walls to see the signed memorabilia around the place.

Ginny Raab: “You had top Moto GP and World Superbikes riders come here?”

Dakon Theron: “Yes. Especially before Moto GP's COTA round.”

Ginny Raab: “Oh I know COTA track, Konrad races there with NASCAR.”

Dakon Theron: “But today, it's me, you and my motorcycle buddies. Let's go and meet them. Hey Michael.”

He shouts from across the room as Dakon owns the motorcycle club with it's own bar, a lot of TV screens, lots of pool tables, darts and even some arcade video games for both adults and children. There's a special children zone where kids and teenagers can go in and relax with toys or a special video games system and make up for teenagers to play or dress up as. Michael was the second owner in charge should something happen to Dakon.

Michael: “What's up man, the place has been packed since you joined the world of wrestling.”

Dakon Theron: “Of course it has, I'm making European Wrestling famous after all, along with our club being bigger than it was before. Anyway, this is my girlfriend and manager of my wrestling team, Ginny. Ginny, this is Michael, the second owner of this wonderful place.”

Michael: “Nice to meet you, Ginny.”

Both shook hands and Ginny had a smile on her face.

Ginny Raab: “Nice to meet you too. Do you really have Moto GP and World Superbikes riders coming in here?”

Michael: “Oh yes we do. We also have music bands coming here to play as well. I take care of things while Dakon's busy wrestling either in Atlanta Wrestling Alliance or in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Dakon has spoken a lot about you. He's one special dude.”

Ginny Raab: “Oh I know he is.”

Suddenly, all the lads heard Dakon's name and saw him in the building and there was a bell ringing from the barman who was Declan.

Declan: “We have our gang leader in the house, Dakon Theron everyone. Say three cheers with your beers, wine and soft drinks to Dakon.”

The lads, ladies and even some teenagers raise a toast to Dakon and Michael gives Ginny a free wine.”

Michael: “Here's a complementary drink from all of us here at Blade Cycle Club.”

Ginny Raab: “Thank you so much.

Ginny drinks a bit of the wine in the glass as she raises a smile to his gang members surrounding him. One of them, Steven was quite a close friend of Dakon's approaches Dakon's girlfriend and Dakon himself.

Steven: “What about we'll have a ride together as a team tomorrow to go to whatever wrestling show you'll have next?”

Dakon Theron: “I say we meet here next week and ride from here all the way to San Jose, California, even though it's far from here, but we can manage it.”

Another gang member Roger was a little hesitant as he wasn't a fan of wrestling and had kids to take care of.

Roger: “You know, I'm not that big into wrestling whatsoever and I have kids to take care of as well.”

Dakon Theron: “Wrestling the way me, Ludvig and Konrad do it is way more fun. Sure you get boring wrestlers like Glory out there who are all about the sticking to the rules to win the best matches garbage, but we're not like that.”

Ginny Raab: “No, Dakon uses weapons along with Ludvig and Konrad, beating everyone down like the attractive man always does.”

Another motorcycle gang member: “Oh shit everyone, announcement is to be made from Moto GP. Put that shit on my friend.”

Everyone sat down to look at the screen as there has been advertisements everywhere as of late from Moto GP about the big announcement they were got in stall. Although Ginny had no idea what Moto GP was.

Ginny Raab: “Sorry to ask, but what's Moto GP?”

Dakon Theron: “You know F1? Like them, but on two wheels and different riders of course in the global motor sport series, but it's so much better than F1, especially this season.”

Ginny Raab: “Oh cool.”

It was the announcement of the Trackhouse Racing team entering Moto GP as an American team outfit under Aprilia motorcycles with Miguel Oliveira and Raul Fernandez as their riders which is massive and Ginny gasped and said this.

Ginny Raab: “Oh, I know that team. Konrad races in NASCAR and although he's with Kaulig Racing, he's driven against them. They are a good team in NASCAR.”

Dakon Theron: “I remember Konrad mentioning about Ross Chastain a few times, but didn't know he was in that team.”

Michael: “You know what this means, guys? We need to get Justin Marks to bring his riders here.”

Ginny Raab: “No problem there, seeing my uncle is a NASCAR driver after all. I get Justin Mark's number for you all and see if Raul and Miguel can come during the COTA race week.”

Declan: “You've been here only five minutes and you could possibly get that contact for us? That would be fantastic for our motorcycle club. We already accept you as a female member of our motorcycle club.”

The lads had a massive grin on their faces, knowing Ginny's uncle could help the motorcycle club out a bit by bringing Justin Marks and his team of riders to the club. After all, they had famous Valentino Rossi coming here many years ago. Ginny was already a vital member of the Blade Cycle Club.

Dakon Theron: “That's why Ginny's my girlfriend. She's a fantastic help and vital for our businesses here.”

Roger: “Although he got hit by that slut.”

Dakon Theron: “The truth is Kandis came and attacked me. I've done absolutely nothing to this prostitute. Konrad has prevented me and Ludvig from attacking her because he wants to tackle business with her on his own. This essentially made Kandis a coward who couldn't even come in the middle of Konrad's match and attack him.”

Ginny Raab: “I still find that funny. Even Konrad wasn't at all too bothered about it. He was laughing the hardest out of us all. But you and Ludvig figure out a plan to be a force to do what Konrad's said, go and find tag teams to beat down.”

Everyone in the motorcycle club cheered in agreement with Ginny, despite not knowing her well, however Dakon was so happy to have brought her here for his side hobby business. Although he asks Ginny a question.

Dakon Theron: “Want to look around this place?”

Ginny Raab: “Sure.”

Dakon Theron: “I will give you the Dakon Theron tour of a life time.”

Ginny giggled when Dakon said that in a way that was kind of flirty, seeing they were together as a couple, without Ginny's uncle knowing about it because she knew his focus was to be on Kandis for now. Dakon showed Ginny the children's/teenagers playroom and then where the loo is, then the stage room, then the office area, including a bed, although the other office was exclusively for Dakon also with a bed. However, he showed her one of the two things that are opening soon.

Dakon Theron: “This place here is going to be a dancing room where people want to host weddings, birthdays or anniversaries or in general, parties like Christmas, Thanksgiving and whatever else is out there. We're waiting on a couple of things like a sound system and a stage area for the DJ to play normal tracks compared to the other stage where it's just metal gigs only.”

Dakon moved on with the tour as there was something else all taped up that will be an addition to the Blade Cycle Club very soon.

Dakon Theron: “We're waiting for cookers and microwaves at the moment, but this will be a place people can come in and eat as well. Have lots of non vegan and vegan food. Even gluten free products. But we got tables, chairs, menus made already and a place where people can pick their food out with non vegan, vegan, vegetarian and gluten free products labelled on them.”

Ginny Raab: “Wow, that's great your accommodating to those who have special dietary requirements. I got to ask, how many Europeans have you had here?”

Dakon Theron: “More than you think actually, especially they know this is a place for Moto GP and World Superbikes fans hang out if they come over this way. They are so interested in the signed leathers, boots, gloves, helmets and even bike parts as well. Especially enjoying seeing pictures of us all with the riders and team owners.”

Ginny Raab: “I'm guessing Moto GP is a very European based motor sport.”

Dakon Theron: “Very Spanish and Italian yeah, although they've done a lot better in the last few years to go to other countries now outside of Europe, while World Superbikes you might as well call it European Superbikes because they don't go anywhere, but Australia.”

Dakon shook his head, but it was going off topic very quickly as he allows Ginny to look around and saw some pool tables, dart boards, arcade machines both video games and fruit machines and he takes her outside with a large garden that's recently opened.

Dakon Theron: “This here is for smokers as well as if it's a hot day, we open this and have all the chairs outside and we have big screens out here too to watch Moto GP and World Superbikes races. We also have a table tennis table out here as well as one indoors.”

Ginny Raab: “You got everything here. It's so big.”

Dakon Theron: “How this came about was I needed to make friends when I came here part from knowing Ludvig. So I found this abandoned bar that closed down and I brought the whole building and modified a lot of it. Then I brought Michael in to help me run the business while I'm away and to bring in Moto GP and World Superbikes riders and team owners.”

Ginny was impressed with the size of it. They went back inside as Dakon left them open as there were smokers in the bar. He sat with Ginny in the middle of the bar with highlights of World Superbikes last Jerez race from this year. Ginny got another free wine as a complementary of being a motorcycle club member as Michael gave her a a gift.

Michael: “This here is a free leather jacket where you can represent this club everywhere you go. You're an honorary member of this Blade Cycle Club. Welcome aboard Ginny Raab.”

Ginny Raab: “Thank you so much. I'm so happy to be here, feeling welcomed by you all.”

Ginny drank some more wine as Dakon had a beer with the lads, although they did have to ride later, but because they had drank alcohol, it was going to take Dakon a while before he could ride back to his home. So he suggested this to Ginny.

Dakon Theron: “Want to play a game of pool?”

Ginny Raab: “Sure.”

Dakon and Ginny kissed before they stood up and went to the pool tables area where they played a pool game, with Dakon winning one and Ginny winning the other. As they were playing a game, Michael had a request to state to Dakon that was suggested for him in the suggestions box.

Michael: “Dakon, one person said to bring some air hockey tables to this place, what do you think? I mean we have enough room for some.”

Granted, it was a very large games room and there was still lots of space and he nodded at the idea.

Dakon Theron: “That's a great idea. Go online and order some air hockey tables to bring in this place. Be more of a family thing too.”

Michael: “I get right on it boss.”

They continued to play pool, although Ginny is concerned about how her uncle is going to react of her dating Dakon because they were a team and things can go wrong very easily in the wrestling world, especially when another member of Konrad's family dating another professional wrestler. They played pool for two whole hours until Dakon's beer consumption was completely gone and was able to ride himself and Ginny back home for the night. Although as they were in the bedroom, they cuddled and kissed.

Ginny Raab: “I really enjoyed myself there today.”

Dakon Theron: “The lads seem to be very open to you. Anyway, let's head off to sleep as it's getting late.”

They hugged and kissed before the lights were out and they went off to sleep.

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Dakon's video shoot for youtube.com.

“Honestly, the whole idea of this being a lottery is such utter bullshit. I mean seriously, what nerve does SCW have to potentially put me and Ludvig in solos matches? Makes no fucking sense because we weren't signed to solos wrestling contracts. We can be solos wrestlers and win solos titles in the Independent wrestling company we still work for. I don't have much to say really, considering I don't care for wrestling solo matches against anyone and I'm certainly not gonna care about Kandis attacking me for no reason. I let Konrad tackle her since she's his problem, not mine. But I guess me and Ludvig due to these bullshit circumstances have to do our own videos and tell our own stories because we don't know who we will be facing. We have different lives away from wrestling, you know. Like even Konrad doesn't know us outside the ring well, well part from me and him been friends for years.

This situation is not ideal for me or Ludvig who I know is just as pissed as I am Fatal Fortunes lottery matches can suck my dick. I will easily lie down in the ring to take a loss because I'm not interested in facing wrestlers on my own. Ludvig and I aren't going to fight each other, and we aren't going to fight Konrad either. In fact, we'd made an agreement of lying down for Konrad to pin us and let him take the win.

However that being said, we already have a plan of another member in European Fiery Nation going to be a solos wrestler in the near future as well as being apart of our team from Turkey. Konrad isn't joking when he said this, despite me and Ludvig not meeting this Turkish wrestler yet. All we know is he's almost ready to wrestle. What do you want to know about me? I'm Dakon Theron, coming from Oslo, Norway and represent that country to grow the European Wrestling scene that wrestling severely lacks.

Has anyone ever noticed the lack of Europeans in wrestling as a whole? The only Europeans that exist in the wrestling world are from United Kingdom and Ireland. All the other countries in Europe are neglected. We want to be violent because that's what makes wrestling different from all the other combat sports. If I wanted to make an opponent tap and be all about my wrestling skills, I go to MMA and if I wanted to knock people out on the mat, I can do both MMA or boxing.

Boring Glory doesn't understand that and if you want to be a wrestler that's about pure skills, go and do amateur wrestling shit and we still aren't finished with you or Britt, at least we're not and we're not finished with any teams in wrestling either. So the rumour is me and Ludvig could be wrestling against other tag partners in solo matches, but why the fuck would we do that as a team? If I wanted to be on my own, I wouldn't be in a tag team, that's for sure.

That's a point, if you're in a team with someone, why would anyone want to do solos matches as well? Granted, Konrad and this Turkish guy want to be solo wrestlers as well, but that's where Ludvig and I stand out. You see, we don't need to prove to everyone who's the better solos wrestler. We're the only people that are solely signed as a tag team. Why aren't any of you fucks tag-exclusive wrestlers?

I have my other business on the side right here in Atlanta Georgia where I've yet to see anyone in SCW do this. I have my own motorcycle club I own with my fellow second owner, Michael known as Blade Cycle Club. We have over five hundred members and many of them have come from Europe. As soon as you go in, it's essentially a motorcycle racing fans dream to come and look at the memorabilia we got from Moto GP and World Superbikes riders and team owners coming here and giving us signed gloves, lids, boots, leathers and even bike pieces hanging all over the shop.

Fact is me and Ludvig aren't happy and nor is Konrad and it seems we have to go at this alone and figure out a way to prevent this awful crap from happening ever again. I'm going in there and let my anger let out from frustration of taking up this bullshit of a lottery draw as I don't care for winning matches, unless it's a hardcore tag style of wrestling or lottery could give me and Ludvig luck on getting the tag titles. Could even involve Konrad teaming with me or Ludvig for the tag belts, but I highly doubt that's going to happen.

I'll piss away the stupid solos titles like Underground, US, Adrenaline, TV and World Title opportunities that capture zero interest from me. I mean I believe in Konrad when he said it's beyond stupid that all of you wrestlers need a title to say, I'm the top wrestler because I hold the belt. If you need titles to claim your the top dog, you don't deserve to be wrestlers and aren't very good wrestlers. See, me and Ludvig can easily become world champions without even touching a sight of the world title because the tag titles are essentially the SCW World Title belts for us.

The reason we want to be champion is not we're not top, we're clearly are in the European wrestling rankings even without the tag belts, but to promote European Wrestling farther and Konrad will get a piece of the title as well as we'll have a Freebird rule in place where even he can defend the tag titles if me and Ludvig won as well. I mean I would love for us to be in another six person tag match with random guys and girls because we've only had one of them and that pisses all of us off, granted Konrad has reasons to tackle Kandis that are far more important, but we'd still love for another six person tag match with her possibly involved in it.

Anyway the point is no matter what happens win or lose, we'll come back the next year and go for the tag titles and cause hell on other tag teams that want the same goal as me, Ludvig and Konrad as much as he hates titles, but Konrad knows how vital it is for mine and Ludvig's goal of being tag champions. We'll certainly be tag title contenders next year, that's a guarantee. That's all I have to say. Ludvig would say the same thing of him being pissed off on the situation too.”]]>

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Dakon's story. Atlanta, Georgia. Tuesday 5th December. (Off-Camera)

Not many people know that Dakon apart from wrestling has a side hobby that he hosts from time to time and not even Konrad knows, having his own Blade Cycle Club where it was a pretty big headquarters Dakon ran with a couple of his other friends. He brought Ginny along for the ride since he knows Konrad was going to be busy with Polly and his focus on the Snowball Derby racing.

Dakon parked his bike outside of the club along with the other bikes and he helps Ginny off his Harley Davidson bike by picking her up and placing her on her feet and she stands to look at the building which was all built metal with the club logo on it.

Ginny Raab: “Is this it?”

Dakon Theron: “Oh yeah.”

Ginny Raab: “It's amazing. Let's go and meet your friends.”

Dakon Theron: “After I've done this.”

Dakon and Ginny share a kiss before they walk into the Blade Cycle Club and there was pictures of Moto GP and World Superbike riders as they were Motorcycle Racing fans as well, always showing big screens when Moto GP and World Superbikes was on and Ginny even looked at the walls to see the signed memorabilia around the place.

Ginny Raab: “You had top Moto GP and World Superbikes riders come here?”

Dakon Theron: “Yes. Especially before Moto GP's COTA round.”

Ginny Raab: “Oh I know COTA track, Konrad races there with NASCAR.”

Dakon Theron: “But today, it's me, you and my motorcycle buddies. Let's go and meet them. Hey Michael.”

He shouts from across the room as Dakon owns the motorcycle club with it's own bar, a lot of TV screens, lots of pool tables, darts and even some arcade video games for both adults and children. There's a special children zone where kids and teenagers can go in and relax with toys or a special video games system and make up for teenagers to play or dress up as. Michael was the second owner in charge should something happen to Dakon.

Michael: “What's up man, the place has been packed since you joined the world of wrestling.”

Dakon Theron: “Of course it has, I'm making European Wrestling famous after all, along with our club being bigger than it was before. Anyway, this is my girlfriend and manager of my wrestling team, Ginny. Ginny, this is Michael, the second owner of this wonderful place.”

Michael: “Nice to meet you, Ginny.”

Both shook hands and Ginny had a smile on her face.

Ginny Raab: “Nice to meet you too. Do you really have Moto GP and World Superbikes riders coming in here?”

Michael: “Oh yes we do. We also have music bands coming here to play as well. I take care of things while Dakon's busy wrestling either in Atlanta Wrestling Alliance or in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Dakon has spoken a lot about you. He's one special dude.”

Ginny Raab: “Oh I know he is.”

Suddenly, all the lads heard Dakon's name and saw him in the building and there was a bell ringing from the barman who was Declan.

Declan: “We have our gang leader in the house, Dakon Theron everyone. Say three cheers with your beers, wine and soft drinks to Dakon.”

The lads, ladies and even some teenagers raise a toast to Dakon and Michael gives Ginny a free wine.”

Michael: “Here's a complementary drink from all of us here at Blade Cycle Club.”

Ginny Raab: “Thank you so much.

Ginny drinks a bit of the wine in the glass as she raises a smile to his gang members surrounding him. One of them, Steven was quite a close friend of Dakon's approaches Dakon's girlfriend and Dakon himself.

Steven: “What about we'll have a ride together as a team tomorrow to go to whatever wrestling show you'll have next?”

Dakon Theron: “I say we meet here next week and ride from here all the way to San Jose, California, even though it's far from here, but we can manage it.”

Another gang member Roger was a little hesitant as he wasn't a fan of wrestling and had kids to take care of.

Roger: “You know, I'm not that big into wrestling whatsoever and I have kids to take care of as well.”

Dakon Theron: “Wrestling the way me, Ludvig and Konrad do it is way more fun. Sure you get boring wrestlers like Glory out there who are all about the sticking to the rules to win the best matches garbage, but we're not like that.”

Ginny Raab: “No, Dakon uses weapons along with Ludvig and Konrad, beating everyone down like the attractive man always does.”

Another motorcycle gang member: “Oh shit everyone, announcement is to be made from Moto GP. Put that shit on my friend.”

Everyone sat down to look at the screen as there has been advertisements everywhere as of late from Moto GP about the big announcement they were got in stall. Although Ginny had no idea what Moto GP was.

Ginny Raab: “Sorry to ask, but what's Moto GP?”

Dakon Theron: “You know F1? Like them, but on two wheels and different riders of course in the global motor sport series, but it's so much better than F1, especially this season.”

Ginny Raab: “Oh cool.”

It was the announcement of the Trackhouse Racing team entering Moto GP as an American team outfit under Aprilia motorcycles with Miguel Oliveira and Raul Fernandez as their riders which is massive and Ginny gasped and said this.

Ginny Raab: “Oh, I know that team. Konrad races in NASCAR and although he's with Kaulig Racing, he's driven against them. They are a good team in NASCAR.”

Dakon Theron: “I remember Konrad mentioning about Ross Chastain a few times, but didn't know he was in that team.”

Michael: “You know what this means, guys? We need to get Justin Marks to bring his riders here.”

Ginny Raab: “No problem there, seeing my uncle is a NASCAR driver after all. I get Justin Mark's number for you all and see if Raul and Miguel can come during the COTA race week.”

Declan: “You've been here only five minutes and you could possibly get that contact for us? That would be fantastic for our motorcycle club. We already accept you as a female member of our motorcycle club.”

The lads had a massive grin on their faces, knowing Ginny's uncle could help the motorcycle club out a bit by bringing Justin Marks and his team of riders to the club. After all, they had famous Valentino Rossi coming here many years ago. Ginny was already a vital member of the Blade Cycle Club.

Dakon Theron: “That's why Ginny's my girlfriend. She's a fantastic help and vital for our businesses here.”

Roger: “Although he got hit by that slut.”

Dakon Theron: “The truth is Kandis came and attacked me. I've done absolutely nothing to this prostitute. Konrad has prevented me and Ludvig from attacking her because he wants to tackle business with her on his own. This essentially made Kandis a coward who couldn't even come in the middle of Konrad's match and attack him.”

Ginny Raab: “I still find that funny. Even Konrad wasn't at all too bothered about it. He was laughing the hardest out of us all. But you and Ludvig figure out a plan to be a force to do what Konrad's said, go and find tag teams to beat down.”

Everyone in the motorcycle club cheered in agreement with Ginny, despite not knowing her well, however Dakon was so happy to have brought her here for his side hobby business. Although he asks Ginny a question.

Dakon Theron: “Want to look around this place?”

Ginny Raab: “Sure.”

Dakon Theron: “I will give you the Dakon Theron tour of a life time.”

Ginny giggled when Dakon said that in a way that was kind of flirty, seeing they were together as a couple, without Ginny's uncle knowing about it because she knew his focus was to be on Kandis for now. Dakon showed Ginny the children's/teenagers playroom and then where the loo is, then the stage room, then the office area, including a bed, although the other office was exclusively for Dakon also with a bed. However, he showed her one of the two things that are opening soon.

Dakon Theron: “This place here is going to be a dancing room where people want to host weddings, birthdays or anniversaries or in general, parties like Christmas, Thanksgiving and whatever else is out there. We're waiting on a couple of things like a sound system and a stage area for the DJ to play normal tracks compared to the other stage where it's just metal gigs only.”

Dakon moved on with the tour as there was something else all taped up that will be an addition to the Blade Cycle Club very soon.

Dakon Theron: “We're waiting for cookers and microwaves at the moment, but this will be a place people can come in and eat as well. Have lots of non vegan and vegan food. Even gluten free products. But we got tables, chairs, menus made already and a place where people can pick their food out with non vegan, vegan, vegetarian and gluten free products labelled on them.”

Ginny Raab: “Wow, that's great your accommodating to those who have special dietary requirements. I got to ask, how many Europeans have you had here?”

Dakon Theron: “More than you think actually, especially they know this is a place for Moto GP and World Superbikes fans hang out if they come over this way. They are so interested in the signed leathers, boots, gloves, helmets and even bike parts as well. Especially enjoying seeing pictures of us all with the riders and team owners.”

Ginny Raab: “I'm guessing Moto GP is a very European based motor sport.”

Dakon Theron: “Very Spanish and Italian yeah, although they've done a lot better in the last few years to go to other countries now outside of Europe, while World Superbikes you might as well call it European Superbikes because they don't go anywhere, but Australia.”

Dakon shook his head, but it was going off topic very quickly as he allows Ginny to look around and saw some pool tables, dart boards, arcade machines both video games and fruit machines and he takes her outside with a large garden that's recently opened.

Dakon Theron: “This here is for smokers as well as if it's a hot day, we open this and have all the chairs outside and we have big screens out here too to watch Moto GP and World Superbikes races. We also have a table tennis table out here as well as one indoors.”

Ginny Raab: “You got everything here. It's so big.”

Dakon Theron: “How this came about was I needed to make friends when I came here part from knowing Ludvig. So I found this abandoned bar that closed down and I brought the whole building and modified a lot of it. Then I brought Michael in to help me run the business while I'm away and to bring in Moto GP and World Superbikes riders and team owners.”

Ginny was impressed with the size of it. They went back inside as Dakon left them open as there were smokers in the bar. He sat with Ginny in the middle of the bar with highlights of World Superbikes last Jerez race from this year. Ginny got another free wine as a complementary of being a motorcycle club member as Michael gave her a a gift.

Michael: “This here is a free leather jacket where you can represent this club everywhere you go. You're an honorary member of this Blade Cycle Club. Welcome aboard Ginny Raab.”

Ginny Raab: “Thank you so much. I'm so happy to be here, feeling welcomed by you all.”

Ginny drank some more wine as Dakon had a beer with the lads, although they did have to ride later, but because they had drank alcohol, it was going to take Dakon a while before he could ride back to his home. So he suggested this to Ginny.

Dakon Theron: “Want to play a game of pool?”

Ginny Raab: “Sure.”

Dakon and Ginny kissed before they stood up and went to the pool tables area where they played a pool game, with Dakon winning one and Ginny winning the other. As they were playing a game, Michael had a request to state to Dakon that was suggested for him in the suggestions box.

Michael: “Dakon, one person said to bring some air hockey tables to this place, what do you think? I mean we have enough room for some.”

Granted, it was a very large games room and there was still lots of space and he nodded at the idea.

Dakon Theron: “That's a great idea. Go online and order some air hockey tables to bring in this place. Be more of a family thing too.”

Michael: “I get right on it boss.”

They continued to play pool, although Ginny is concerned about how her uncle is going to react of her dating Dakon because they were a team and things can go wrong very easily in the wrestling world, especially when another member of Konrad's family dating another professional wrestler. They played pool for two whole hours until Dakon's beer consumption was completely gone and was able to ride himself and Ginny back home for the night. Although as they were in the bedroom, they cuddled and kissed.

Ginny Raab: “I really enjoyed myself there today.”

Dakon Theron: “The lads seem to be very open to you. Anyway, let's head off to sleep as it's getting late.”

They hugged and kissed before the lights were out and they went off to sleep.

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Dakon's video shoot for youtube.com.

“Honestly, the whole idea of this being a lottery is such utter bullshit. I mean seriously, what nerve does SCW have to potentially put me and Ludvig in solos matches? Makes no fucking sense because we weren't signed to solos wrestling contracts. We can be solos wrestlers and win solos titles in the Independent wrestling company we still work for. I don't have much to say really, considering I don't care for wrestling solo matches against anyone and I'm certainly not gonna care about Kandis attacking me for no reason. I let Konrad tackle her since she's his problem, not mine. But I guess me and Ludvig due to these bullshit circumstances have to do our own videos and tell our own stories because we don't know who we will be facing. We have different lives away from wrestling, you know. Like even Konrad doesn't know us outside the ring well, well part from me and him been friends for years.

This situation is not ideal for me or Ludvig who I know is just as pissed as I am Fatal Fortunes lottery matches can suck my dick. I will easily lie down in the ring to take a loss because I'm not interested in facing wrestlers on my own. Ludvig and I aren't going to fight each other, and we aren't going to fight Konrad either. In fact, we'd made an agreement of lying down for Konrad to pin us and let him take the win.

However that being said, we already have a plan of another member in European Fiery Nation going to be a solos wrestler in the near future as well as being apart of our team from Turkey. Konrad isn't joking when he said this, despite me and Ludvig not meeting this Turkish wrestler yet. All we know is he's almost ready to wrestle. What do you want to know about me? I'm Dakon Theron, coming from Oslo, Norway and represent that country to grow the European Wrestling scene that wrestling severely lacks.

Has anyone ever noticed the lack of Europeans in wrestling as a whole? The only Europeans that exist in the wrestling world are from United Kingdom and Ireland. All the other countries in Europe are neglected. We want to be violent because that's what makes wrestling different from all the other combat sports. If I wanted to make an opponent tap and be all about my wrestling skills, I go to MMA and if I wanted to knock people out on the mat, I can do both MMA or boxing.

Boring Glory doesn't understand that and if you want to be a wrestler that's about pure skills, go and do amateur wrestling shit and we still aren't finished with you or Britt, at least we're not and we're not finished with any teams in wrestling either. So the rumour is me and Ludvig could be wrestling against other tag partners in solo matches, but why the fuck would we do that as a team? If I wanted to be on my own, I wouldn't be in a tag team, that's for sure.

That's a point, if you're in a team with someone, why would anyone want to do solos matches as well? Granted, Konrad and this Turkish guy want to be solo wrestlers as well, but that's where Ludvig and I stand out. You see, we don't need to prove to everyone who's the better solos wrestler. We're the only people that are solely signed as a tag team. Why aren't any of you fucks tag-exclusive wrestlers?

I have my other business on the side right here in Atlanta Georgia where I've yet to see anyone in SCW do this. I have my own motorcycle club I own with my fellow second owner, Michael known as Blade Cycle Club. We have over five hundred members and many of them have come from Europe. As soon as you go in, it's essentially a motorcycle racing fans dream to come and look at the memorabilia we got from Moto GP and World Superbikes riders and team owners coming here and giving us signed gloves, lids, boots, leathers and even bike pieces hanging all over the shop.

Fact is me and Ludvig aren't happy and nor is Konrad and it seems we have to go at this alone and figure out a way to prevent this awful crap from happening ever again. I'm going in there and let my anger let out from frustration of taking up this bullshit of a lottery draw as I don't care for winning matches, unless it's a hardcore tag style of wrestling or lottery could give me and Ludvig luck on getting the tag titles. Could even involve Konrad teaming with me or Ludvig for the tag belts, but I highly doubt that's going to happen.

I'll piss away the stupid solos titles like Underground, US, Adrenaline, TV and World Title opportunities that capture zero interest from me. I mean I believe in Konrad when he said it's beyond stupid that all of you wrestlers need a title to say, I'm the top wrestler because I hold the belt. If you need titles to claim your the top dog, you don't deserve to be wrestlers and aren't very good wrestlers. See, me and Ludvig can easily become world champions without even touching a sight of the world title because the tag titles are essentially the SCW World Title belts for us.

The reason we want to be champion is not we're not top, we're clearly are in the European wrestling rankings even without the tag belts, but to promote European Wrestling farther and Konrad will get a piece of the title as well as we'll have a Freebird rule in place where even he can defend the tag titles if me and Ludvig won as well. I mean I would love for us to be in another six person tag match with random guys and girls because we've only had one of them and that pisses all of us off, granted Konrad has reasons to tackle Kandis that are far more important, but we'd still love for another six person tag match with her possibly involved in it.

Anyway the point is no matter what happens win or lose, we'll come back the next year and go for the tag titles and cause hell on other tag teams that want the same goal as me, Ludvig and Konrad as much as he hates titles, but Konrad knows how vital it is for mine and Ludvig's goal of being tag champions. We'll certainly be tag title contenders next year, that's a guarantee. That's all I have to say. Ludvig would say the same thing of him being pissed off on the situation too.”]]> <![CDATA[Fistful of Faith, Chapter 4.5: Stirring Emotions]]> https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3613 Thu, 07 Dec 2023 20:05:44 +0000 https://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=3613 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AZkN...sp=sharing]]> https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AZkN...sp=sharing]]>