Supreme Championship Wrestling - Breakdown || Sept 26 & Oct 3, 2018: Fatal Fortunes

Andrew Raynes FF RP

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:59:49 +0000

OOC: Andrew only, Dustin will use his shoot from last BD

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D-6: The Apocalyptic Defense
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Andrew’s 6th defense of the adrenaline championship wasn’t as spectacular or as high profile as his Rise to Greatness defense against Dylan Howell. Defending his belt against Christy Matthews was a major test for ANdrew to pass regardless because of the fact that he had been coming off such a prolific defense against his rival previously and needed to make sure that he wasn't resting on his laurels defending his belt at Apocalypse. Being able to show people that he was able to continue his dominant title reign at Apocalypse was important, it was important to show people that he hadn't peaked after such a defense, that being able to defend his belt with a growing number of sharks possibly smelling blood in the water because they believed that ANdrew wouldn’t have had what it took to be able to defend his belt once again.

They were wrong.

It seemed that there were a number of people that wanted to get in on Andrew’s Adrenaline championship, now that he had made something of the belt. For the longest time, the Adrenaline championship never meant anything. Given that this time last year it was a definite afterthought, a belt that no one really cared about, Andrew giving it prestige and significance was drawing the attention of a number of people seeking to try and make something of themselves. Especially little tools like Ravyn and Thomas Valentine. Having them get involved in the match at Apocalypse wasn’t surprising to Andrew, it reminded him of his pursuit of the belt earlier in the year when he was dealing with multiple people at the same time. Knowing that Ravyn wanted to get in on beating christy because the poor woman never had the balls to actually beat Christy herself, Ravyn wanted any excuse possible to have something over christy. It was why she had been so adamant in the weeks leading up to his defense that Andrew enlist her help in trying to beat Christy. Andrew always knew that Ravyn couldn't get the job done herself and Andrew didnt need help against someone he had already beaten before in Christy. Andrew could tell that it was eaten her up inside that he wanted nothing to do with her, even during the match when he was getting the job done, Ravyn still wanted to get involved, still want to be able to have some hand and credit in Andrew’s win over Christy so she could hold it over him.

This is why he was glad to have Dustin in his corner.

Dustin could sense her frustration during the match, during their exchange even, when Andrew still insisted she go fuck off and die somewhere because he didn't need her help, ever. It was why she grew so frustrated that she needed to spray shit in Dustin’s face just to try and get involved. You knew that she was they type that hated being told no, so used to being able to do whatever she wanted with CHBK in tow, and her wife Syren pestering at the top of the card, Ravyn probably felt she could just stick her hand in any old cookie jar and make her presence felt. Andrew was a strong and independent man though, needing only his friend to back him up and do enough to keep everyone at bay. Having multiple people involved in Andrew's business wasn't anything new, it was part of the reason why he needed to have Dustin with him, having his friend there to balance the numbers made sure that ANdrew could focus on his defense, like he should, rather than having to have his eyes going all over the place and having one second off the ball costing him the Adrenaline championship and derail everything he had been working towards.

Then there was Thomas Valentine.

The coward who could only wait until Dustin had been indisposed before he attempted to make his presence felt in the match, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to do much, needed to wait until Ravyn had finally had enough and blinded the guy before Thomas made his way to the ring. For a man on the hunt the the distinction of being Supreme Champion, knew that he wasn't going to be able to get that while Andrew was the champion. To get involved and have a better chance against Christy was the only reason why he bothered to come down to the ring. Aside from the obvious beef brewing between the Resurgence and the BRotherhood if you wanted to go and look back at Andrew;s actions in their tag match, Thomas was clearly acting on other laurels for his plan. He wanted to take the easy way to the Supreme Championship, he knew that there was going to be no way that he would be able to pry the championship away from Andrew if he was going to attain Supreme status, plus the little bitch was salty about before so he probably expected a measure of revenge as well.

Idiot.

Being able to successfully defend the title for a 6th time was something special to Andrew, he wanted to continue building on what he had been doing so well since becoming champion. After vanquishing his rival at RTG, being able to defend his belt against a fresh face and one of the better, former, Adrenaline champions was still a big deal to Andrew. IT showed that he wasn’t just about having defended it at RTG or just simply wanting to defend it there and then falling apart, like Kennedy Street had losing the World Title to Sienna the Breakdown after RTG. Andrew was never going to let anyone surprise him and take this title away from him. Andrew was proud of what he had been doing, proud of the fact that he was still the current longest active champion in SCW and showed no signs of slowing down. HIs endgame wasn’t simply to restore prestige to the Adrenaline championship at Rise to Greatness, it went beyond that.

He wanted to evolve the championship to the next level.

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D-6: Post-Match - Trainers Room
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In the heat of all of it, it was easy to remember that Dustin had been heavily sprayed in the face at the hands of Ravyn during the match. Her pathetic little way of trying to get involved because she didn't know how to take no for an answer. Nothing new, seemed everyone wanted to try and get involved somehow in the work that Andrew had been accomplishing around here, something that was clearly unprecedented in this day in age. As Andrew continued to make the belt worth something, it kept seeing that people wanted to really get involved and do something about it. With Ravyn, it was obvious that she wanted to make sure that Christy won the belt so she would have an easier time trying to get it away from her. She could have also just simply wanted to get into the head of the champion, ensure that her influence kept the champion in her pocket whenever the opportunity would arise. It was something that Dustin wasn’t going to have happen, it was a situation like this that made Dustin happy to be involved and to be down at ringside while Andrew defended the belt and did his thing. Getting sprayed in the face was clearly a sign that they had been getting into the head of Ravyn, showing that they didn't need her around and wouldn't allow her to play the game she wanted.

And it’s not like he saw it coming either.

In any case, he found himself in the trainer’s room getting his eyes checked. They were rather badly irritated and causing a burning sensation that was really getting on Dustin’s nerves. You could tell by the way he was showing impatience with the medical staff who had been trying to get ointment around his eyes and drops in his retinas to try and calm the burning. Andrew had been dealing with some post-match debriefing with brass as Dustin was first getting treated, figured he would have enough time before he got back before Dustin would be cleared. He was right, Dustin was still in the room when ANdrew came back, the Adrenaline title over his shoulder. Proud of what he had done but still seeing his buddy with irritation from the attack, he could see the look of disdain on Dustin’s face as the doc was still working with him.

Andrew: I figured you’d be done by now?

Doctor: He would be if he’d just sit still.

Dustin: I’m irritated you asshole!

Dustin looks over at ANdrew and he catches just how red it looks.

Andrew: Jesus Christ you look like shit.

Dustin: Oh thanks, because this is exactly how I wanted to spend my night!

Andrew: Awww wittle pepper spray hurt your itty bitty eyes?

Dustin: I hate you!

Andrew: Translation: blah blah blah I’m buying the drinks, blah blah blah

Dustin just grins but hates the pain he is in.

Dustin: Well, I did get sprayed in the face for you.

Andrew: But see, this is why I needed you down there, could you imagine what would have happened had I been sprayed in the face because you weren’t there to take it for me.

Dustin: Your eyes would be just as bad as mine.

Andrew: I would also have no Adrenaline Championship!

Dustin: Point!

Andrew: I mean, considering that Thomas decided to show up after you went down, it allowed me to deal with him before he got involved. With Ravyn focused on you, Thomas was easy to deal with because he realized he was in over his fucking head when he tried to get involved. He figures with distracting me, there would be enough chaos to fuck me over because he couldn’t handle the fact that we put the boots to him and Starr in our match.

Dustin: I think he was just scared to face me and needed a bitch to take me out.

Andrew: Clearly, what he should be doing is focusing on his buddy trying to beat Bree later, not likely, instead of caring only about his desire to become Supreme Champion at my expense. Now hurry up and get this shit finished, we need to go drinking.

Dustin turns to the doctor.

Dustin: We done here?

The doctor applies the last of the ointment to his face.

Doc: let this sit for about half an hour before you do anything stupid and you should be fine.

Dustin: Whatever, lets get the fuck out of here.

Dustin just looks over at the doc and he nervously just clears him. ANdrew smirks as Dustin gets off the table and walks over towards the exit. Andrew, with the title over his shoulder, walks out with him!

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The Big Brother Experience
Pre-Breakdown: Sept 19
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Bree had always made it a point to arrive at the arena early before the show started, it was her way of getting herself prepared for the show, even if she wasn't booked. Same with Andrew, he wasn't booked either and figured it would be easier to get this out of the way now rather than try to deal with it later, he would be more focused on his boy kicking the shit out of Tommy Valentine later on. Dustin had his own pre-match shit he liked to do so he wasn’t with him, besides, this was something for Andrew really, given his friendship and building relationship with Bree anyways. It was something that Dustin didn’t need to be a part of.

In the backstage area, we see Bree just sitting there, going through her motions but not for long as we see Andrew coming up to her, don’t worry he didn’t scare the shit out of her this time. Instead she sees him coming forward and takes herself out of it to greet him.

Andrew: Hey, hope I am not interrupting anything.

Bree: Nothing babe, you actually saved me the trouble of finding you. Where’s Dustin?

Andrew: He’s off getting himself ready for tonight, has his own pre-match rituals he enjoys so I figured I would come find you myself. I never got the chance myself to congratulate you on retaining at Apocalypse, though it wasn’t really a challenge for you.

Bree: Thanks, you too, Christy deserved to get her ass kicked.

Andrew: Thanks, Dustin came in huge there, even with Jake’s buddy trying to stir shit up, Dustin is gonna have some fun dealing with him later. Anyways, that’s not why I came over here. I wanted to come see how you were doing.

Bree just looked over at him with a grin. There was no sense in dragging it out, considering she knew that he had seen her and Blake talking at the house show.

Bree: You wanted to see how I was doing after seeing me talking to Blake, right?

Again, right to the point.

Andrew: Yeah, seemed like a pretty intense conversation.

Bree: Yeah, well, he was given a shot at the US title and he turned it down because he didn’t want to face me, not after everything we’ve gone through. I had to tell him thanks for turning it down.

Andrew: I can imagine, that wouldn’t be something fun to go through.

Bree: Yeah, he also asked how I had been holding up with all the TMZ bullshit.

Andrew: At least he still cares about you.

Bree: I knew that... I was a little surprised though, I thought talking to him face to face would be difficult, conjure up old feelings and everything. Truth is, it was a lot easier to handle than I imagined. I told myself a little while ago that I wasn't mad anymore, and having that talk proved to me I'm really not. Things are they way they're supposed to be.

Andrew: Good, freeing yourself of that burden and emotion is going to help you become a damn good US champ, that’s something you can trust me on. Being able to let go of what you think is holding you back is going to allow you to focus on what’s important and it’s that belt in your bag over there.

He points to the US title that is sticking out of her bag, she looks over and smiles.

Bree: You’re right, if anyone can attest to that, it’s you. The way you’ve been holding your own as Adrenaline Champion has been great.

Andrew: Thanks, listen, even if you don’t want to face Blake, always be prepared for what could happen. Especially at Fatal Fortunes where you may not have a choice in facing him, and that has nothing to do with anyone trying to screw you over. Just be prepared for anything that could happen and you will still have that belt in that bag when it’s all said and done! I know facing Blake could be tough, hell, I could even end up facing him but it would be no different than facing Dustin if the unlikeliest of scenarios would occur. Just stay focused and keep your eye on the prize and you will set yourself up to make the US title mean something again and not be forced vacated because people can’t handle the fact that you’re champion and want to take it away from you.

Being the big brother type, Andrew always had the right words to keep Bree focused. It was refreshing, someone other than Scott, giving her advice that didn’t involve running away or being nervous. Andrew was growing more confident in himself and in the people he cared about. Being someone Bree could count on meant a lot and having someone like Andrew who could give her the advice that would make her better, not question herself, help give Bree the focus she needed to be a dominant US Champion.

Bree: Yeah, well, Blake has already shown that he won't fight me, so if that happens at Fatal Fortunes, I expect him to just refuse again. So I won't have to, I don't want to face him, either.

A few moments later, Scott shows up to get Bree.

Scott: Breezy, we need to go! Oh, hello Andrew.

Andrew nods towards Scott, acknowledging the hello before Bree turns back to Andrew.

Bree: OK, listen Andrew, thanks for talking to me and not giving me shit for talking to Blake. I know it might have looked weird at first, but having a chance to talk to him gave me the closure I needed to move on and move forward. I have the things I need to keep me happy and to give me the direction I need. We’ll talk again soon, wish Dustin luck for me tonight, though he won’t need it.

Bree and Andrew hug quickly before she grabs her stuff and takes off with Scott. Andrew didn’t need to say much more, being friends with both Blake and Bree came with their own but he was never going to pick one over the other. He had become good friends with both, though Bree and Andrew were going in more of the same direction, he wanted to make sure that she was focused and not hung up on anything with Blake, even if it meant facing him in the ring, despite her belief it wouldn't happen, but you never know.

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Death Row Fortunes
St Louis, MO Sept 22
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It had been a few days since Breakdown, where Dustin was able to put Tommy down like the little bitch that he was, what had become interesting though, was that Jake Starr felt the need to get involved with Andrew. It was hard to imagine what Jake was thinking when he decided to shoot his mouth off towards the Adrenaline Champion thinking he was being smart. Though, the truth was, jake was basically a sad and pathetic individual who couldn’t hack the fact that he was embarrassed by Bree at Apocalypse and now wanted to try and get into the head of the Adrenaline champ. Considering Tommy failed to do anything relevant at Apocalypse himself, the fact that he couldn’t even get the job done against Dustin further cemented the fact that the idea of becoming a Supreme Champion anytime soon was downright laughable. Even for Jake to assume that Tommy would get a shot against Andrew, enough to start talking shit and getting in Andrew’s face was insulting.

The end result even had Jake begging for his life as Andrew nearly choked him out in the eye of the storm as Valentine was left to suffer the fate he was meant to have as he was punished with a vicious Death Row Slam that would virtually end any hope of Tommy V getting a shot at the Adrenaline Championship. Jake wanted to make sure that he saw with his own rolled back eyes that Tommy and Jake, the Resurgence, were nowhere close to the level that the brotherhood were at. It also showed Tommy just how to get the job done when you are down at the ringside, given that he tried to get involved in Andrew’s Championship match at Apocalypse, Andrew having the chance to return the favour with authority also proved that Andrew was well above Tommy’s level and that the Adrenaline championship was on a untouchable level.

Even if Fatal Fortunes was rearing its ugly fortunate head.

They had business to attend to in St Louis, away from the clamour and getting ready to deal with fatal Fortunes in due time, they had a chance to unwind and relax before hand. Regardless of how it drew out for Andrew, he was going into his seventh title defense, something that was a real rarity for Andrew’s career. He was firmly in the driver’s seat though, one of the few who wasn’t worried at all about who he was gonna face or whatever was going to come his way. Being the champion for so long and having little to no idea what was going to happen, if he was going to defend his belt this coming breakdown or the next, having the lucky seventh defense at an event like Fatal Fortunes wasn’t a coincidence, it was going to be a proving ground for Andrew to really give the belt the added prestige it needed. He knew that most people would just accept the challenge they are given or the random match and just go and do their best. Andrew, however, knew this was the perfect chance to continue shoving his greatness down people’s throats when he would emerge victorious yet again with nothing to worry about.

Andrew: Can you seriously believe that Jake tried to get in our business?

Dustin: He’s as pathetic as Tommy is, considering that he knew that Tommy wasn’t going to come close to beating me, he figured if he distracts you and gets to me he would have a chance. Except for the fact that we showed him exactly why we are the best at executing when it counts.

Andrew: That’s because we make sure that shit gets done in the ring, we don’t need to be trying to cause outside shit in order to get a win. I simply made sure that Jake witnessed first hand what it meant to fuck with us.

Dustin smirked, he felt good crushing Tommy V, especially given the fact that Tommy had been quite vocal about coming after the Adrenaline Championship so he could become a Supreme Champion finally. Andrew knew that there were a few people that had been after his belt and wanted to come and make a claim for it now that he had escaped both the Thunderdome and Apocalypse. They probably just wanted fate to be on their side and be picked for his defense at Fatal Fortunes.

Dustin: It was great, felt real good to put that bitch in his place. Now we can focus on more important shit!

We won’t mention their other business, we’ll keep it to one company..

Andrew: Like my next title defense.

Dustin: Basically, considering it could be anyone.

Andrew: Im not worried man, it’s no different than WTF wednesday really, except for the fact that the stupid fans don't get to put an idiot in there against me. Now it will just be some randomly drawn idiot.

Dustin: What if it's a serious idiot?

Andrew: Do you think I care who I go up against, with almost half the roster wanting this belt now that I have made it relevant, they can all come get a piece if they fucfking want to. It’s funny how everyone suddenly wants this belt. I remember when no one even gave a shit about it because of how degraded it was. Now that I have defended this belt successfully six times, they think that they can just come and take this from me. Defense number seven and fatal fortunes are simply going to make the fortune of anyone who comes for this belt…….fatal.

Dustin: Wow, so original!

Andrew: That’s nothing, wait till i address everyone about this stupid concept. When you consider that any old smuck can have a shot to beat me, people are going to think I am not prepared for whatever is going to come. Truth is, I am more than prepared for anything. These people can all hope that I get the short end of the stuck in the draw, go up against someone that I don’t have a chance of beating and get this belt taken from me. I am beyond ready for whatever is going to happen because the sooner they realize they have drawn me as their opponent, as soon as they realize that their dream of being champion is crushed because of who they are standing across from in the ring, this will be the one championship that everyone fears being drawn against. They would probably rather have a shot at Sienna or Bree than facing me, that’s what's going to be fun.

Dustin just nods, Andrew seemed pretty focused on this more than he realized. Andrew had built himself up rather well in his defenses and confidence in retaining. Fatal Foturnes wasn’t providing anything difficult for Andrew, even though most people fear it because they’ll claim they weren’t prepared for what was to come, as champion though, Andrew had grown to prepare himself for anything, especially with a smaller trial run that was WTF WEdnesday.

Dustin: They have no idea what to expect and no matter who you end up facing, i’ll have your back. I’m not even going to worry about the idea of facing you, we’d steal the show in any case. The fact is, whoever you end up facing is going to suffer the same result as everyone else who has faced you.

Andrew just smirks

ANdrew: Indeed, the next few weeks are gonna be a lot of fun, not so much for everyone else but we are going to make sure that we make a damn fucking statement and show everyone what it's like to come up against the Brotherhood.

Dustin: Amen, brother!

They were beyond confident, they had every reason to, with another successful defense and their ability to neutralize the Resurgence, they were basically ready to take on anyone and everyone. Fatal Fortunes be damned, whoever was picked to come up against these two would be in for a big surprise!

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D-7: The Fatal Defense of Fortune
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We'll I hate to say I told you so, Christy, so let me say it this way.

I'm still SCWs current longest reigning champion, still your Adrenaline Champion…..

Oh, and bitch, I fucking told your ass so!

Andrew chuckles

Because there was never going to be any doubt as to who was going to walk out of apocalypse as champion. You merely saw this as an added payday for your kid and couldn't have given a shit about actually being a champion. You just assumed since you've done this before that winning the belt would be a mere formality to you.

Then you were introduced to reality,

Because it seems that ever since I walked out of the Thunderdome as champion, everyone wants a piece of the belt, a piece of this pie because I've been successful in making it a benchmark here in SCW, something this belt hasn't had In years, now everyone seems to think that it'll be easy pickings for them to come And take this away from me. Did you people think I would just plateau and become complacent after I conquered the Thunderdome and vanquished my rival into oblivion?

Rise to Greatness was just the beginning!

I warned everyone going into RTG that what I would do to Dylan would be what is do to anyone, anytime. I warned everyone that I was going to be able to get the job done and do something so rarely accomplished when it comes to this championship. With prying eyes, i walked in there and did exactly what I said i was going to do.

What I did simply was something long overdue, with my victory i have Broken the chains of mediocrity that held this championship back, in one glorious night I brought respectability and meaning to a belt that had been essentially left for dead and left to people who wanted an easy road to a championship, even easier than winning the TV title.

I have changed that, and now the birds are starting to come out the woodwork.

Andrew pats his Adrenaline championship proudly.

It all started at Apocalypse, where everyone expected to see me fail at the hands of the three time adrenaline champion, Christy Matthews. Everyone expected to have her shut me up because i have been telling everyone just how fucking good I am and how unstoppable i have become since becoming champion. Time and time again though, you people need to understand that i am one of the few people around here that constantly backs up the shit he talks because I go out there and I fucking earn the right to be as cocky and arrogant as I want to. It bothers people like Christy because all she wants to do is be gifted chances to feed her stupid little child, as if being a SCW superstar isn’t enough, greedy cunts like her just want more and more and they want it handed to them. She even stated she was more focused on Ravyn but you know, oh hey since i was given a random shot to become Adrenaline champion, I should just go and put that around my waist.

Wrong bitch and now you’re nothing more than a footnote in the long list of people i have defended this belt against.

You wanna know what really made your words hollow, Christy, was the idea that you believed that mArie Jones was going to take this belt away from me. The crybaby little bitch couldn’t even beat Blake Mason when she challenged him. She thought that she could just challenge someone who turned down a title shot because he didn't want to face his ex-wife and saw that as a means to try and believe she is something she ultimately is not.

Dylan didn’t save me from losing the title, Dylan ultimately saved Marie from being embarrassed at the hands of the Adrenaline champion, something she didn’t have the ability to hide from when she was crushed by the Blake Mason Experience

But she was a threat to my title, don’t make me laugh.

Christy, what you proved at Apocalypse was that you were nothing more than a joke and a relic of the past, much like people like Tommy and Ravyn who think they can just waltz into the adrenaline division and just think they can do whatever they want. This wasn’t the first time that it was a giant shitshow in the middle of a defense for me. I am used to there being multiple people getting involved in my business, it’s been that way even since I became the number one contender to the Adrenaline Championship back in January. Ever since I became a threat to the title, i have had nothing but multiple assaults, multiple opponents trying to gain the upper hand on me and convoluted messes trying to sweep me out of the picture.

Time and time again though, i have come out on top and risen above the bullshit you people try to throw at me. Having Dustin in my corner now, ensures that I don’t have to deal with that kind of crap when i am defending my championship.

I proved that at Apocalypse and now It’s time to turn my attention to the fun part.

Clearly meaning Fatal Fortunes, his seventh title defense since becoming champion, it was a feat that was unheard of nowadays, with titles changing hands at the drop of a dime, Andrew being able to be the one constant in a sea of changing champions put him firmly in the driver's seat for this event!

Oh no, not Fatal Fortunes, however will I prepare for my 7th title defense.

He smirks.

The same God Damn way I prepare for any title defense.

Because why would I prepare differently, what makes this defense any different from my other six previous defenses? YOu think because the element of surprises puts me at some sort of disadvantage? That if i were to lose, i can just use the excuse that i wasn’t prepared for my opponent?

You could only be so lucky.

I don't need to be prepared for anyone, i am the current longest reigning champion and i have done that by beating everyone that comes before me, by beating everyone who thinks that they have a ghost of a chance of taking this belt away from me. You honestly think i'm worried about what my fortune is going to be heading into the next couple of weeks? I am the fucking adrenaline champion, i know that i am going to be defending this belt whether it's this week or next week and the result is going to be the same fucking thing.

…..AND STILL!

Because the fact of the matter is that i am going to be ready for anyone or anything that comes my way. When i walk down to the ring and wait for the sucker who brass paired up to face me is going to be shitting their pants when their music hits.

WHy? BEcause I am the one champion that everyone is going to fear facing.

It’s not going to be Sienna or Bree, or even Josh HUdson for that matter.

People are going to fear facing me.

Because with this being my 7th defense, i have proven that i am the most dangerous and battle ready champion in the company right now. I rose from my prolific and high profile defense at Rise to Greatness and I followed that up by retaining my title, yet again. I have been doing things that have been nearly impossible to do in this company, now I walk into Fatal Fortunes and I hear everyone whispering about their chance to become Supreme Champion, to walk into fatal fortunes and win the Adrenaline championship because by the luck of the draw, they will be gifted a title match that they never deserved in the first place.

I have heard so much shit about people winning and losing this belt at this event, but the one thing you don’t hear people talking about is the same thing you didn't hear people talking about at Rise To Greatness

Defending this belt successfully. Something I plan on doing at Fatal Fortunes.

Because that’s what I do around here, I do things that people don’t wanna talk about because they know they don’t hold a candle to defending this belt the way that I do. While everyone wants to talk about how lucky they can get at an event like this, no one wants to talk about how fatal their luck can be if They end up getting the call to face the current longest reigning champion in SCW today. I will be ready for anyone and anything that brass can randomly throw my way in this concept. I'm the type of champion that doesn't need to concern himself with whoever the challenge is going to be. When you consider the fact that this defense, for me, will be lucky number seven? My fortunes will be anything but fatal.

The storm is ready.

Because this is exactly like WTF wednesday to me, where I had to be prepared for a number of opponents, the winner being selected by the fans to come meet their maker, now it's the idea that it could absolutely be anyone who comes down to the ring to take their shot at dethroning me. It could be 1 person, he'll it could be a fatal four way sixty pack challenge, I couldn't give a shit because the result will always be the same. These are thr matches that define the true mettle of a champion, where they can thrown to the wolves and come out the other side with a few nicks and cuts but walk out of it as champion.

In this case, the storm will be waiting for whoever wants to come and have their moment of greatness, where they get their hopes up thinking that they have a legit chance of becoming a champion on the only night they may have a chance to do so. A moment like this only comes around once a year where the pathetic are elevated into an opportunity they would never have coming otherwise. They get themselves all psyched up and prepared to have it be their night, like when people like Dylan and Giovanni can luck out and win something significant, only to be exposed as the lucky one shot wonders they actually are. While you may think that fatal fortunes is your might, your one chance to accomplish something you'd never achieve otherwise.

The storm is here to ensure your fortunes turn to nightmares.

Because I care for no one when it comes to this belt, I don't care for your possible fortunes that will fall at your feet, I don't care that you think tonight will be the night that change a your life forever because you are gifted a moment you've been waiting for, a moment your never otherwise earn. My focus is strictly on continuing to defend this belt and continue to give it the relevance of deserves. I refuse to allow any of you to just walk in and take this from me. I haven't gone to the Thunderdome and back, j haven't survived the apocalypse to allow one of you to just have the luck of the draw and come take this from me.

Instead, your fortune will be devastating when you are called to walk into the storm and come face to face with the best thing going on this business today. When you're given the call to try and chase the storm because you're in awe of how amazing it has become and you think you can keep up with it. You chase and chase for hours thinking if You can just get ahead of it, you can ride input and become Adrenaline champion.

Instead, the storm engulfs you, leaves you to wander around just long enough to get caught I. The Eye of the Storm and washed away into oblivion as I remain SCWs current longest reigning champion.

How fortunately fatal!

Katelyn Buehler -Day in the life.

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:57:03 +0000

ooc: Pissed I had to rush Kate but she kind of came as a shock she was in this.

Day in the life

6:00 am

My phone starts vibrating on the night stand I look to Abi she is sleeping peacefully shes had a rough week with all the travel i've been at home with the girls. Just pretty much being a mom. I pull myself out of bed slipping into a pair of pajamma pants and a la kings Drew Doughty jersey. I yawn as i go through the morning routine its almost like i am a robot by this point. I flip on the coffee machine pull out a loaf of bread and make 3 distinct sandwiches ham, p b and j and a blt. Just because they are triplets doesnt mean they eat the same food trust me. I begin making breakfast waffles and eggs.

7:00 am

Wake the girls. Keirea is faking sick but i know this act from doing it myself i tell her im too busy today for her to stay home. The girls eat breakfast and get Ready. I put a hat on and a hoodie i probably have the worst bed hair in the history of the universe..

7:30 am

I got the girls in the car and we are off.

8:00 am

Make it to the school just in time traffic was a bitch I really didnt want to go to the office probably looking like a suspected kidnapper or a homeless vagrant. The girls have been successfully dropped off at school.

8:30 am

Hit the grocery store still looking homeless no one reconizes homeless Kate. That is a definte plus i love my fans but i really dont want to be harrassed when i am just trying to buy some fruit roll ups, milk and some tampons.

9:45 am

I get home Abi's still in bed....Hop in bed....Adult activity ensues.

10:40 am

Successfully woke up Abi...10 points ....got Laid 22 points? Lets go with that i guess we are counting points now. We have a coffee Chat Abi's going to work out. But I have a docs appoint work outs ofthen lead to round 2 of adult activities. We part...i hate leaving Abi now that we are finally back together after these years. But I need to get my medicals cleared so i can compete in fatal fortunes.

11:22 am

Traffic was a bitch got to appointment late Doc was cool with it. So that was good the Doctor says i need to be more careful but the elbow is healing from the injury i got at rise to greatness...note be more careful when elbowing former best friends in the face.

12:30 am

Call the Dillusion over Skype. Tell him I am cleared send a scan over of the doctors clearance and we are good to go. Drink another coffee as the day is not even half done.

1:00 pm

Hot topic photo shoot arrive looking homeless...Make up girl lies says i look great. They do their magic fix me up i look like a million bucks...drink another coffee shoot goes off great. I really like the pictures. I dont look like a mom running off coffee and sugar.

2:00 pm

Meet up with Connor Offer to hire some one else to run my online store. But secretly i know he does the job better then any one else. I know he also hates having to put up abi's merch never mind the new shirt we did with the two of us. But Connors a trooper he asks if we can talk personal butttt i got more stuff to do down another coffee, Also getting supper ready in advance while i am talking to my Ex Boyfriend about fun super awkward stuff is that minus points or plus? Promise Connor we will talk later and im off.

2:46 pm

Arrive at the dry cleaner pick up Both mine and Abi's ring gear. Looks good no blood and minus wrestler stank is always a plus.

3:15 pm

Get to the School just as the bell rings Girls hop in the car and we are off to post school Activities.

4:00 pm
Drop Off Kelly at James's Place so he can take her to her music Class she loves it. It nice that each of the girls have their own thing.

4:32 pm

Meet Blake at Kayla's dance Class he says he'll drop her off after so so so thankful.

5:00 pm

Soccer Practice for Keirea....I get tired just watch her run around out there reminds me I need to get a work out in.

6:00 pm

All parties converge at home the girls have dinner. Abi reminds me we have a double date tonight.

7:04 pm

Want to avoid looking like a bum especially considering how beautiful the other three will look still takes me an hour to find an outfit.

8:12 pm
Kitty arrives shes watching the kids. Abi was a genius and remebered we actually need people to watch the children while we are out. I think i would be lost with out my blonde angel.

8:45 pm

We arrive at the restaurant Abi is looking beautiful. Her sister and Daisy as well I feel almost out of place. here i am the pasty white goth girl with these three tanned goddesses. Abi doesnt let me feel awkward for long as she gets frisky.

10:00 pm

After Dinner we get home I am bushed....

Abi: You look Exhausted.

Katelyn: I think everything is just hitting me damn what a day.

Abi: You dont have to do it all yourself Kate I can help.

Katelyn: No you help enough as is Abi. I got James and Blake when i need them to take the girls and my sisters. Am I fat...i look fat dont i...I saw some of the tweets at me the other day...they said im getting fat.

Abi: You are perfect Kate.

Katelyn: But i havent really gotten to work out.

Abi: you are beautiful Katelyn stop it.

Katelyn: Seriously where did my abs go...should we send out a missing persons for them.

I say looking to my abs....then to abi...see what i did there?

Abi: You are such a dork.

Katelyn: I'd say we should trade bodies...but i kind of like this view point...

i pounce Abi getting on top of her as we begin to kiss.

Abi: Your the best Kate...you dont realize how amazing you are being a mom to those kids....running a business. Wrestling...jesus i dont think i could do it.

Katelyn: Says the champion of the family.

Abi: What you do is important and being a mother...its more important then some stupid title belt.

KAtelyn: but i like Title belts.

Abi: you can borrow mine anytime.

KAtelyn: Can i just borrow you?

Abi: please.

-Fin-

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Shoot
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Fatal Fortunes...

This could be anything and I question myself even am I 100%.

Almost every one knows injured my elbow on Ace's cement layered skull at Rise to greatness. I've been wearing a brace since then. it still hurts a little I'm not going to lie....which really i should considering this is for the entire world to read and really all i am accomplishing right now is exposing my weakness's but isnt that the Katelyn Buehler way show your weakness's like a badge of honor get injured....get hit with chairs and other fun foriegn objects....

Some times i really thing...Kate you've made some pretty crazy life choices Girl. especially to get to the point you are now.

But still I love my life...i love my kids and i am in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. Life is good for me. Could my career be going better hell yes i would love to be SCW champion i would love to be near the top of the card. I would love to be proving i am among the best but some times in life and especially this business you see that its not your time to be in the spot light that its some one elses time to shine. And you know what im fine with that.

Im fine with that because it seems to me that when my life is good....thats when my career is in the shits. So if i have to give up holding a silly shiny gold belt so i can be with the woman i love. So I can just enjoy watching my kid play soccer then i am ok with that. And I still get to compete i still get to get in there with some of the best in the world. And that is an honor in itself. I love the wrestling business it has given me this incredible life i have.

So in a way i won fatal fortunes already. Because i started out just a spoiled entitled girl who just wanted to be the center of every ones attention. But in time i learned that it was more about attention it was more then just getting a cheap pop and a nice pay check. See SCW in its own crazy way is a familt most of us dont get along. But i think even with our most hated rivals theres a resepect because they made it here as well they made their sacrfices too just to get to this stage.

I hate Cassidy Carter with all of my being but i know shes been through shit she lived her life and she earned her place in scw. yes she is the biggest piece of trash in existence but shes talented. At the same time she is one of the worst people i have ever met and ruined the friendship i had for over 10 years. But thats just how this crazy SCW family works look at all the familys in this company. The lohans...Which are my personal fave -wink- The helms family. The Streets and The Evans family. Their are so many people that just have gathered here because they love this sport they love this company and even though yes i hate my share of people on this roster.

You have to respect the journey everyone has been through. That every one has had their story and some of them are just begining while others are coming to an end. For me i am just going to make the most of this. I dont know if i will win im not going to make any promises like that but i promise you this much i will give you everything i have. and that is the truth because this is what i do...and to be honest...

I love my job.

Good luck to everyone in fatal fortunes.
-K

First of Her Name

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:55:13 +0000

Flying in a private jet was usually a happy thing. Cassidy could remember a handful of occasions where she had “hijacked” one of Rachel Foxx’s private jets to fly out to Vegas, before she and her now-husband Ace Marshall moved to the dirty desert city to wallow in the filthiest aspects this country had to offer. It used to be one of her favorite things to do. After working for the self-proclaimed “Suicide Queen,” and now 2x MILF as her assistant, Cassidy knew how to call for transportation and make sure there was a jet waiting for her at the tarmac. She and Ace used to kill a bottle of champagne a piece as they rode to the airport; then, share whatever bottles they could find in the jet and land at McCarran Airport already hammered before stumbling around Fremont St, where they mocked the dregs and misfits of society before riding to the strip and having a weekend neither of them would remember.

This time though...it didn’t seem like fun. Maybe it was the fact that she had been summoned, maybe it was the fact that Austin wasn’t with her; or, the fact that she was flying away from Las Vegas; but, she felt like she was sitting in the principal’s office, waiting to be punished. It had been a while since she had been summoned to a one on one meeting with Rachel; and, she had really enjoyed keeping it that way. Since finding her inner peace and having kids, she had been a lot less fun, and a lot more judgmental. Five minute sinto the flight, Cassidy had looked for any alcohol that she could find, only to realize that Rachel had the fridges stocked with juice and soda.

Fucking sobriety.

Any time anyone gets sober, they feel the need to force it on everyone else, espousing the benefits of healthy living. Now, while Rachel never seems to go that far...removing the alcohol from the plane before forcing her to sit b y herself for 3 and a half hours...bullshit!! Cassidy tried calling Austin; but, she had no signal as they flew; so, she had thrown her phone against the opposite wall. Luckily, it didn’t break. She ended up watching a DVD of Paw Patrol episodes, as that was what was in the blu-ray player. She had no idea what any of the annoying little puppies were saying, as the Blu-Ray was in German; but, she did have a very strong urge to kick a puppy when it was all over.

She found herself almost elated when they arrived at what she later found out was Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport. She made a half-hearted effort to escape the two men she correctly assumed to be her handlers, by telling them she had to go to the bathroom for “women’s troubles,” an excuse most men shuddered at. Men, so determined to be tough; and yet, so unbelievably fragile. After 3 minutes in the bathroom, Casssidy tried sneaking out of the bathroom and making a break for baggage among a crowd of tourists; but, soon felt a massive hand on her shoulder. She sulked for the entire walk through the airport, one of the men grabbing her bags from the baggage claim belt; then, the two of them ushering her to a waiting car outside. It was a black town car, not the limo she would have expected; but, she knew Rachel had been making some cuts lately as, for some reason that was beyond Cassidy’s understanding, Rachel decided that she wanted to trim away the “fat of her life.” Cassidy had heard that Rachel was in the process of selling her massive property in California; and, that she offered it to Jessica before putting it on the market. There was a piece of her that was hurt by the fact that Rachel never asked her if she wanted it. Cassidy liked to reassure herself by thinking that she wouldn’t have accepted the offer, having found a home in Sin City; but, it still gnawed at her a bit.

“What does Jessica have that I don’t have?”

She’d asked herself a handful of times. The answer, of course, was a stable life, snot-nosed children, a seemingly stable marriage...unless Gunner inevitably ends up going the way of Dylan Howell. THAT should have been at least one point against her. The rumors running around the locker room were that Dylan had been into some weird sex things...in fact, Cassidy was pretty sure that, during one of his promos, Dylan had said something about them being in an orgy, or something like that. She didn’t like to think too much on it. The thought of Dylan Howell naked was enough to make her wish she could bleach her brain. Jessica had been married to that lunatic for a few years before she finally came to her senses.

Honestly, they both could have done better in cassidy’s mind.

She had heard that Dylan tried to shoot their kids one night. She didn;t know if that was true or not, everyone knows how gossip travels, and picks up embellishments along the way. The fact of the matter was, she ended up divorcing Dylan, and marrying a man who was once obsessed with Cassidy’s older sister. Oh Gunner, the one legged pirate man who would have fought the world for Cailey. Yeah, he lost his leg while serving in Afghanistan; but, Cassidy didn’t care. She had ridiculed him relentlessly about it. That guy was absolutely obsessed with Cailey; and, it did seem that Cailey took some kind of pleasure in leading him on. She would always go to seemingly great lengths to avoid talking about her husband with Gunner, and Cassidy was convinced Cailey would end up with him. Whatever, it seems that Jessica picked up Cailey’s sloppy seconds, and rushed back to the altar. Meanwhile, Cassidy was in a stable marriage, despite all the speculation that they would eventually tire of each other. She was truly, deeply, madly in love with Austin, whether or not she had the emotional capacity to tell him that or not, and she knew he felt the same. She loved him, with all of her cold, black heart. In her will, which she had drawn up partly as a joke; but, partly due to a minor cocaine overdose scare, she said that she wanted the ashes of whoever died second to be sprinkled on the grave of the first. They lived like Sid and Nancy; and, Cassidy wanted to die like Sid and Nancy. There are those who will scoff at that metaphor, and remind you that Sid killed Nancy; but, Cassidy found it romantic, to love something so much, you kill it. Most people wouldn’t get it.

Whatever...Jessica ended up denying the offer for the house; and, Cassidy and Austin already had what most people would consider a beautiful house in Las Vegas; so, what was there to be jealous of? And yet, despite the fact that Cassidy’s job as Rachel’s assistant came due to Jessica’s departure, she had always felt inadequate in her shadow. She knew that Jessica would always be one of Rachel’s favorite people; and, sometimes, it tore her up.

Cassidy reached into her purse for a small vial, one of the upsides to flying private. She fished around for a moment before finding it; and, was about to pull it out when her eyes caught the driver’s in the rear view mirror. Another downside of this not being a limo, he could see anything she did. Cassidy rolled her eyes, dropping the vial back into her bag before looking out the window. After a while of watching the world go by her window, she tried making some small talk with the driver; but, he turned out to be not too keen on that idea; and so, they rode in silence, broken only by Cassidy’s sighs of boredom as they left New Orleans behind them and traveled into what Cassidy could only assume was the inspiration for Deliverance. Cassidy and her sisters had been born and raised in Austell, GA, a tiny little suburb of Atlanta. Most people would describe it as a cute little town, full of charm and “character;” but, Cassidy considered it to be a shithole full of shit kickers and assholes. Hell, even Mother Nature agreed with her as, in 2009, most of the town was destroyed by a massive flood. It should have been a sign to pack up and move somewhere less shitty; but, they simply rebuilt it. Her parents stayed with one of her uncles for more than a year as their house was rebuilt, bigger and better. Her mom even made a joke about always wanting to remodel the house; and, the flood gave them an excuse to. One would think that growing up in Austell would have imbued Cassidy with a healthy dose of Southern pride; but, she couldn't stand the south. The heat, the humidity, the bugs, the snakes, the animals, the irritating accent which made people sound like they had a double digit IQ. She was giddy to the point of bursting the day she left for California; and, she shed any hint of a Georgian accent she ad as fast as she could. Even now, when she was at peak frustration, you could still hear a hint of it, which was one of the things she hated the most. Austin thought it was cute, and took to calling her his little southern belle whenever she was angry, which only made it worse.

After what felt like an eternity, the driver turned of the road, and onto a dirt path, framed in trees. Cassidy grabbed her doorknob, determined to jump out of the car and run away at the first hint of banjos. She wasn't squealing like a pig for ANYONE!! that was Austin's job! But, after about a half mile, the wooded area gave way to what looked like an expansive property. There was an old but clearly restored plantation house at the end of the roadway, with a detached 3 car garage. To the side of house, there was a large field which was at one time was undoubtedly used for raising crops; but, now had a medium sized square building on it. The building was 3 stories tall, and looked almost brand new. The driver took the fork in the road that led toward the new building, onto a newly paved parking lot and stopped in front of the main entrance to the building. Cassidy waited for a moment, expecting an explanation; or, to at least have her door opened; but, the driver just sat there. She furrowed her brow at him.

"WELL..."

"Well what?"

He growled back at her.

"Where the hell am I?"

Cassidy barked back at him. The driver didn't miss a beat.

"You're where you're supposed to be."

"And where the fuck is that?"

There was a brief pause before his gravely voice answered.

"First of all, watch your language."

"I'm sorry...watch my language?"

"Yeah."

"And why the fuck should I do that?

Cassidy made sure to emphasize the profanity, resulting in a soft growl from the driver.

"The boss doesn't like it when people talk like that around here."

"You mean Rachel?"

"Mrs. Frost."

Cassidy laughed.

"If you think 'the boss' doesn't like swearing, you clearly haven't fucking met her."

The driver growled disapprovingly again.

"Mrs. Frost is good to us, she takes care of her people; and, in return, she demands that we treat each other with respect. So, while you're here, you'd do well to watch your mouth."

"Whatever!"

Cassidy waits a few more moments, then...

"Well?"

"Well what?"

The driver growls again. Cassidy rolls here icy blue eyes and looks at his in the mirror.

"Well...aren't you going to be a gentleman and open my door for me?"

The driver chuckled. Cassidy snapped back.

"Aren't you souther shit kickers all about opening doors for ladies and all that chivalry nonsense?"

He chuckled even harder.

"I DO open doors for ladies; but you...are not a proper lady."

Cassidy furrowed her brow even deeper, pulling on the door handle. She made a move to step out of the car; but paused.

"Well, you're a fucking asshole!!!"

She stepped out of the car and slammed the door before he could respond. She took a step forward and the car pulled away from her, driving back down the road as Cassidy reluctantly stepped toward the door. She took a moment to look around, a little thrown off by the lack of normal city noise. It was eerily quiet with the exception of the crickets and birds, sounds that instantly reminded her of her childhood. She sighed, slowly stepping forward and pulling on the door.

Inside the building, there was a hallway that looked as if it opened into a massive open space. On her right, Cassidy found an office. She peaked in, looking for Rachel; but, didn’t find anything but desks covered in personal mementos and paperwork of whoever was occupying each one. The office smelled brand new, a scent that Cassidy would never admit that she loved. She lingered for a moment, filling her nostrils with the scent before moving forward toward the open space. Coming to the end of the hallway, Cassidy paused in astonishment as she stepped into the space and found multiple wrestling rings dotting the floor. They too were brand new, as the smell of fresh canvas wafted towards here. For a moment, Cassidy could feel herself filled with childlike wonder, as she moved forward and slid into the ring closest to her. Cassidy moved around, enjoying the feeling of the canvas under her feet before instinctively running the ropes. The sound echoed through the building, as an involuntary smile spread across her lips. She'd forgotten how much she actually loved wrestling. She approached so many things with his an air of indifference and loathing that it became hard to remember what actually brought her joy. Bouncing back and forth between the ropes was actually fun. It took her back to when she first started training with Rachel. Back to her first days at the Knoxville Wrestling Institute. Back to the first time she stepped into a ring as a competitor. She remembered running back to her Knoxville apartment after winning her very first KWI match in pure elation. Even now, she could remember the smell of that crappy little auditorium, making her entrance across what she assumed was a basketball court through a crowd of a hundred or so people. It was far from the million dollar production value of SCW; but...to her...it was the world, and she felt like the queen of that world!

“Well...if it isn't...what was it again...the ‘Genocide Queen?”

Cassidy froze as she heard the familiar voice. All these years later, and she was still afraid of Rachel, the same way a child fears their parents. It was an odd feeling, considering she was never really afraid of her actual parents. They were too nice for their own good. She turned slowly to find Rachel Foxx...sorry...Frost...standing in the entrance way to the gymnasium, her newborn son wrapped against her in a baby carrier; and, her 3 year old son holding her hand. Karsten was one of those people who seemed incapable of seeing Cassidy for the train wreck she was; and so, as soon as he saw her, he charged at her with a huge smile on his face.

“Aunty Cassy!!”

Cassidy slid out of the ring to meet him, scooping him up and giving him a hug before holding him. Rachel chuckled as she stepped forward.

“A child suits you.”

The brunette said softly. Cassidy scoffed.

“Not on your life.”

She was keen to avoid the subject if possible. No need to dive into the issue of negative pregnancy tests and her unspoken disappointment. No need to let anyone in. Karsten reaches up and played with her hair before Cassidy turned and growled at him like a monster. Karsten just laughed as Cassidy set him down. Rachel smiled as she hugged her son and spoke softly to him.

“Geh und Spiele, meine Liebe. Mama muss mit Tante Cassidy reden”

Karsten pouted a little; but, she kissed his cheek and his smile returned as he kissed her back.

“Ich liebe dich Mama.”

She answered him in a tone sweeter than Cassidy had ever heard her use before.

“Ich liebe dich auch, mein Engel.”

Karsten smiled as he turned to Cassidy and blew her a kiss.

“I love you auntie Cassy!”

She felt her heart melt a little as her looked at her with those huge eyes.

“I love you too.”

She said softly. She had to actively fight a tear as the little boy ran off toward a door on the opposite wall, and Cassidy watched him, even after he was gone, until Rachel’s voice tore her back to reality.

“So...what do you think?”

“He’s adorable.”

Rachel chuckled ever so slightly. Cassidy turned back to her.

“I mean, of this place.”

Rachel’s voice was soft, more so to not wake Rikard, who was clearly sleeping against her chest. There was something less frightening about her while she was wearing a sleeping baby in a carrier. Cassidy could only see part of his face; but, he looked even more adorable than his older brother. She stifled a smile as she turned and surveyed the building.

“So...this is where you’ve been for the last few months I see. People were beginning to think you fell off the face of the earth.”

Rachel chuckled again.

“Fortunately, no. Just working on the legacy I will leave behind.”

“And this is...what is this?”

“The Frost Foxx Wrestling Academy”

Cassidy scoffed, looking around the room again.

“First of all, I’m not so sure about the name. Second...you really want to open up your own school?”

Rachel began walking among the rings, and Cassidy instinctively followed as her mentor spoke.

“Well…time has a way of reshifting your priorities. When the Underground was first decommissioned, I felt as though I had lost my place. Chasing, winning and defending that belt had been my purpose for so long, I didn’t know how to function without it. While chasing the World Championship, I fell in love with wrestling again...pure wrestling. Then, with the birth of my first son, I began to think about the future, and the legacy I would leave on this business. You see, winning a belt and becoming a champion is one thing...creating a new generation of champions...that is how we live forever in this business. BEsides, it’s time I gave back; and, since we both know my time in the UNderground has probably shaved years off my career, if not my life, it is good to have a retirement plan.”

“Why not sip mai tais on the beach of your own private island?”

Rachel laughed, something Cassidy wasn’t used to.

“Because, that would only be fun for so long. Eventually, I would want to get back to working; and, that is what this is for.”

Cassidy looked around again. Rachel had clearly put quite a bit of time and heart into this project. When she decided she was going to start her own school, she definitely put the work in to ensure it would be the best one around. She turned back to Rachel and furrowed her brow again.

“And...what? You want me to sign autographs at the grand opening of this place?”

No laugh this time. Rachel’s face was somber and serious.

“No. At least, that’s not why you are here this time.”

“Oh, and why exactly was I summoned?”

Rachel took a deep breath, looking off into the distance for a few moments before turning back to Cassidy.

“You’re here because I have some concerns as we approach the new LFL season.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of concerns?”

“My starting quarterback.”

Cassidy felt all the happiness sucked right out of her. So, this was a scolding.

“And what exactly are your worries about your starting quarterback?”

Rachel looked at her, in the way a mother would. It was the kind of stern look where you felt like they could see your soul, and Cassidy hated it.

“When is the last time you were clean?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Cassidy’s response was quick and ultra-defensive, because that isn’t totally a red flag. Rachel just kept looking at her with that stern, motherly look.

“So...you’re saying if I dumped out your purse right now, all I would find is gum, change and chapstick?”

Cassidy’s eyes darted towards her purse. Rachel shook her head slightly.

“Yeah...that’s what I thought. I want you to know that I will be watching you this year; and, if I think that there are problems with your performance, I will have you tested on the spot.”

“Oh come on!!! That’s bullshit!!!”

“Well, that is also well within my rights as team owner. I have to do what is the best for my bottom line; and, what’s best for business is making sure that I’m fielding the best possible team.”

“And, just to humor this nonsense, a test comes back positive for something?”

Rachel narrowed her eyes.

“You lose your position as starting quarterback.”

“And you think I care about that?”

Rachel looked deep into her eyes, almost making Cassidy recoil.

“I KNOW you care about it. You see, you put up this front of apathy and indifference; but, I know you take pride in what you do, even if you don’t want people to know. Your deepest darkest secret is...you care, more than you let on, more than you will ever admit, maybe even to yourself. You like to think that you could walk away from it all at any minute; but, the truth is, it would kill you to sit on the sideline and watch someone else do what you believe is your job.”

“And, what’s to stop me from just signing with another team?”

“Other than the fact that the free agency window is closed? Nothing. If you want to continue being mediocre, by all means, go right ahead. But, you and I both know that isn’t what you want. You like being pushed, because it shows that someone actually cares about you.”

“And what about Austin?”

“Mr. Marshall is serving in an interim position. It is up to him to decide where his path leads. If he wants to keep the job, he will. If he takes it for granted, I will restart my search for a new head coach and general manager. There is something to be said for working with the devil you know, over the one you just met.”

Mr. Marshall? Who the hell was this lady? Rachel moved into a door on the nearby wall, pulling a portable crib from it. She slowly and carefully unwrapped her baby carrier and laid Rikard into the crib, kissing him gently before she slid into the nearest ring, and Cassidy hesitated; but, ultimately followed her in.

“And this is why you brought me here? To tell me something you could have told me over the phone?”

Rachel smiled again, it was warm and inviting, which again threw Cassidy off.

“Well, I have always believed that the most important discussions should be handled face to face; but, that is not why you are here.”

“Then why?”

Rachel chuckled.

“You are here for what I know will be a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Rachel laughed again, this time, it had a hint of sadism in it.

“Well...the truth of the matter is, despite my doctors telling me that I need to give my body a rest, I have been yearning to start my recovery and preparing to get back into the ring. On top of that, I am eager to get this place up and running. I have already started accepting applications for instructors; but, I have grown impatient, and I want to get started.”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“Well, you need to detox yourself, rid yourself of all the negativity and venom that’s building up in you; and, you need to really get yourself ready.”

“For what?”

Cassidy rolled her eyes.

“For Fatal Fortunes.”

Another eye roll.

“Are you kidding me?! I just beat your little frenemy, or whatever the fuck Justin Davis is to you Not only that; but, I made him tap out!!! Faithbreaker, in the center of the damn ring!!! I would say I’m pretty fucking…”

Cassidy’s words are cut off as Rachel hits her hard with a clothesline, sending her crashing to the mat. Cassidy looks up in disbelief as Rachel simply smiles down at her.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!”

“Didn’t see that coming, did you? I need you to have eyes in the back of your head. You were brought here for just that reason. For the next week, until Fatal Fortunes, you will stay here. We will be working hard to get you ready for the two weeks of Fatal Fortunes because I am sick and tired of sitting on the sidelines and watching you wasting your potential. You have a chance to walk away as the Supreme Championship Wrestling World Champion..”

“Doubtful”

Cassidy interrupted, getting back to her feet. Rachel ignored her and continued.

“And I am not going to let you let this opportunity slip through your fingers.”

“That’s kidnapping!!!”

“No. You had a choice to not get on that plane, you had a choice not to get into that car; and, you have every opportunity to leave right now. I’ll have Charles drive you back to the airport; and, I will have you flown back to Las Vegas. But you’re not going to leave, because you know I’m right.”

“Well...what about…”

“Austin knows where you are; and, as much as he doesn’t like it, he seems to agree that this might be a positive experience for you.”

“What about my clothes? What about my phone charger? What about…”

Cassidy is knocked to the mat again with another hard clothesline. She hits the canvas hard, and the wind is knocked out of her. Rachel smiles down at her again.

“No more talking. Either you stay, and we get you ready; or...you leave, and you keep halfassing your life. Which is it going to be?”

Cassidy briefly considers rolling out of the ring; but, before she can do it, her body is already in the process of getting her back to her feet. Well...here we go.

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The camera comes to life as Cassidy Carter comes into focus. She looks banged up and a little worse for wear as she steadies the camera. She is wearing her usual black hoodie with the hood up; but, it is fairly obvious she has been sweating and one of her eyes has been blackened. Cassidy takes a deep breath slumping against the wall as she finally begins to speak.

“Well...what do I say to you that my actions haven't already said? Every one of you out there doubts me, doubts my ability to get the job done because you see me as some little girl who can be taken lightly and ignored. Well, did you see me beat Justin Davis? Did you see him tapping furiously as I had him locked in the Faithbreaker? How many more times will I have to tear down the former pillars of this company before your ignorance collapses on you? Katelyn Buehler, Justin Davis...each of them thought they could take me for granted; and, each of them fell victim to my determination. How many more legends will I have to slay before you realize that I am the threat?”

Cassidy paused for a moment.

“Oh sure, I've lost some of the matches I was predicted to win; but...those of you who h e garnered my full and undivided attention, know what I am capable of. Like my predecessor once said...quoting the Bhagavad Gita…’Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds;’ but, unlike her, it is a title I carry willingly with pride.”

Another pause for dramatic effect.

“I am not a little girl, I am not the damsel in distress, waiting for my husband to rescue me. I do not make my legacy on the Foxx name; nor do I make my legacy on the Marshall name. It is true that, outside of those ropes, I am Mrs. Cassidy Marshall, wife of former SCW World Champion Ace Marshall; but…”

Her eyes are illuminated with intensity.

“When I step between the ropes, and enter that ring...I am CASSIDY CARTER!! First of my name, Slayer of giants, killer of legends, queen of everything I survey. I will break anyone who refuses to bend the knee to me because I am the queen my predecessor dreamed she could be!!! I am the next generation refusing to wait its turn. I am here to flip this company on its head, bleed out all of the old blood and impose my will on anyone and everyone I am put into the ring with!!”

Cassidy jumps to her feet, grabbing the camera from the tripod and holding it in front of herself.

“You see this?”

She points to her blackened eye.

“THIS is me!!! This is my preparation for Fatal Fortunes!!! This is why I am going to slay the competition over the next two weeks. You all want to see a fire lit in me; well...I’m a fucking wildfire that will hen this company to the fucking ground!!!!”

She is breathing heavily now as she is almost yelling.

“Fatal Fortunes, it could be anyone or everyone; and that does not scare me! I don't need to know my opponent, because I know myself!! So, throw anyone you want in with me, I will break them body, mind and spirit!!! By then he end of this two weeks, you will know my name, not as the little screw up who couldn't get the job done; but, as the goddess of war and hellfire who tore her way through this company and surprised EVERYONE!! By the end of this two weeks, I will be holding gold, one way or another!!! I will win it if I can; or, i will TAKE IT if I have to; but, I am walking away from Fatal Fortunes with gold around my waist!!! Because I am...CASSIDY FUCKING CARTER!!!! And you will remember my fucking name!!!”

“Language!!!”

Rachel’s voice yells from far off camera. Cassidy rolls her eyes and looks back into the camera, speaking quieter now.

“Remember this!!! Remember what I said here!!! This is not a wish, to be discarded in a well and prayed for with crossed fingers. This is a promise!! This is a declaration of war!!! I. AM. GOING. TO. CONQUER!!!!! And I WILL walk away with gold if it is the last thing I do!!!”

The picture shakes a little as Cassidy looks up from the camera.

“Cassidy!! Let's go...time to work!!”

Rachel's voice sounds closer now. Cassidy looks back into the camera and smiles sadistically.

“Gotta go...destiny is calling!!!”

The picture shakes again before cutting to black.

TWIST OF FATE.

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:35:33 +0000

TWIST OF FATE.

Things can change in an instant. All of us that live and breathe air on this planet have seen that. From the eldest to the tiniest, newest baby. Even though that newborn does not know anything about it, they have still seen it with their own eyes. It just that they will not understand it.

Just like understandably I still do not get something. I simply do not get why normal humans like Owen Cruze and Chris Cannon believe that three simple seconds are everything. I have told both of them point blank that three seconds does not define a single soul. Have they both scored wrestling victories against me? Sure, if you want to call them victories. But have they scored victories against me in life? No.

I could move on from them, but in a way, I feel bad for each of them. Maybe this is HER getting to me a little, but I want to offer them one last chance. One more chance before they can be considered lost hopes. With Fatal Fortunes on the horizon, they had better hope that the sun shines down on them and they end up in that ring, against me. Both of them need this "date", per say. They need to face this fate so they can truly learn their lesson, which is the exact same one.

That lesson is to realize that their fortunes of the near past can easily be twisted around, and that they can both easily find themselves spiraling downwards, until they hit rock bottom. Though from the looks of things, Owen Cruze already has. I would not mind awakening him though. I would not mind twisting his arm and taking off his head to make him realize that he is not yet ready to take on those of you who he deems are top wrestling superstars.

Look, to me, everyone here is on the same level. None of you here will like that statement, but it is true. We are all here because inside us we do all have the talent to compete at a high level, both the men and the women. Even I can eat a slice of humble pie once in a while, but then again, I have not made myself out to be the greatest wrestler ever. I DO have powers that all of you can just dream about, but being egotistical is not one of them. I have no time for those who believe they are better than everyone else. I have no time for anyone that is going to mock myself or anyone else, just because of three simple seconds. And most importantly, I have no time for those who are just going to offer up empty talk. It is those that deserve to end up Broken and Claimed, forever.

*******

The clouds up above are ominous. It is definitely going to be an outright deluge of rain later on tonight, but for now I sit alone, about ready to enjoy a hearty meal at one of your own restaurants Buffalo. However something is holding me back from putting down the first piece of juicy meat from the steak that I have ordered. I should have expected it too, as I can hear HER voice whispering to me.

Even coming off two defeats, I cannot believe you Lawrence. Here you are, about to dine like you are a champion of some sort, when you are not.

I squint my eyes and raise my fork to the heavens. Even with other people around, I am not going to let HER boss me around. SHE is a far, FAR cry from being my mother.

I do not care about championship belts, nor do I care if some think they are better than me. That is not important Shadron!

I take my focus off HER voice now and look around. A few are looking at me like I am crazy, but as I stare around at each and every single one of them that is in that category, they go back to what they were doing. SHE goes back to being not smart, perhaps because SHE is still miffed about how I reacted to HER always looking down on me, even when we are not in the same space physically.

But it is. I do not want the world to see you as weak Lawrence. I know you are strong, but undoubtedly the rest of them do not. Likely many see you as a laughingstock. I have heard them. I have heard them laughing at you. It pains me. It hurts me Lawrence, to see the one I love being seen as a loser.

I reach the fork up further to the heavens, and then stand up and with both my hands I go to twist the handle of the fork, but then stop. I drop it down on the table.

Waiter, box and check please. I have something to go take care of.

One acknowledges me and it is not long before he is placing my meal inside a carry-out box. Maybe I will get to silence the hunger inside me, once I silence HER. The best part is I know exactly where SHE is. Shadron should have known better than to look down on me at this moment in time. Now she will meet her fate.

As I begin to walk now, it begins to rain. I do not look up as I stomp down the sidewalk, with each stomp getting closer and closer to HER. I can sense it, and sense what I am about to do. SHE deserves it though, every moment of what is coming. I continue my stomp into the hotel and do not waste my time with the elevator. Elevators are for the weak. I am taking the stairs, heading right for HER. I know Shadron is alone. I know that SHE is vulnerable. Most importantly HER powers of love will not be a saving grace, not tonight, not ANY night.

I close my eyes and can see the room number almost immediately, very clearly. The image is so vivid it is almost like I am seeing it for real. I head up one more flight of steps and open the door that leads out to the hallway of hotel rooms on the floor that I have reached. I walk just past halfway down until I see that same number that was in my head. Immediately I hear HER.

So you are here. Come in.

I turn the handle but it does not go. SHE seems to have forgotten this is a hotel.

Then let me.

I hear HER shuffling around some before she opens the door to see me standing here before her.

I know that look. Look Lawrence, I would never hurt you, physically or mentally. I was only stating what I have heard. Many think it is the truth.

I stomp into the room now, with each step backing her up further and further in, until I have her completely cornered in one corner of the not very spacious hotel room. SHE is scared, as SHE should be.

I know it is not, but- but the world does not know that. Please Lawrence, do not fault me.

Stop then! Just stop it! I get it. You love me. I am sick and tired how much you have been telling me the same thing over and over and over! You STILL have not even revealed these other so-called powers I am supposed to have, which is making me believe that I do not have any that I do not already know of. So why do you just leave me ALONE already!!!

I can see. Shadron is terrified. Terrified that I have maybe found out the truth. Yet surprisingly she is not attempting to escape. Thus I grab her left arm and begin to squeeze. She grimaces, and then I hear her.

You are angry. You are not yourself. Please, let me go Lawrence.

YOU asked for this. YOU are responsible for this!

Instead of continuing to squeeze, I suddenly twist her left arm and she immediately drops to her knees, like a subject does before royalty. She tries to hold it in, but she now screams and is crying. I am not going to let up. She brought this upon herself! I wrench even harder but when she goes to scream, it comes out only as a pathetic cry for mercy.

Please stop Lawrence! You're hurting me! You've proven your point, but... but... I STILL LOVE YOU!!!

I twist her arm just that tad bit more, which breaks her as she taps on my leg with her right hand, submitting to me.

UCH! You are useless! And you said the world sees ME as pathetic?!?! YOU and those that say I am are the ones that are pathetic!!! Do not EVER, and I mean EVER invade my thoughts and my mind again! GO! Just... GO!!!

I let go of her arm and she holds it, clearly hurt. It looks extremely limp and she is a blubbering mess. She made it her fate tonight though, and maybe, just maybe made it the fate of some other poor souls who clearly deserve it as well. Instead of her leaving my sight though, I snap around and leave hers, slamming the room door shut on my way out. Tonight I have not just broken her arm, or broken her heart. I have Broken her, hopefully for good.

*******

The rain is falling even harder now, but I do not care in the slightest, as I am right out in the thick of it. It is very refreshing, after what I have had to deal with in regards to the girl who believes SHE has powers like I do. Tonight showed SHE is just too weak, and will always BE weak. To me, tonight is a true step on the path that I should always be on. SHE will no longer hold me back after what befell her. Soon, the rest will fall too, starting with whomever is unfortunate enough to draw me over these next two weeks.

Before I move forward, I went back that one step to see if SHE was still in the hotel room. SHE was not. All of HER belongings were gone, with only an angry note from my cousin Miranda being left behind. Clearly the war has begun, and I for one welcome it. Just like I welcome my opponent or opponents, whatever the case may be. They too could get their arms broken, but more importantly, whomever gets the displeasure of stepping in between those ropes against me, they will leave Changed, Claimed and Broken.

I move to under an overhang now, not to escape the rain, but only to push out what needs to be known by all of you out there.

Fate. No one can escape it. Not even a powerful being like myself. I know this. I accept this. The rest of you though, I am not so sure you can. You only want good things to happen to you, but you need to take the good with the bad, especially when you are doing nothing but asking for bad things to happen. People like Owen Cruze and Chris Cannon, while they had their three seconds of fame against me, are just two examples. Owen moved on to get his dreams crushed by Regan Street, just like we all knew he would. Everyone out there needs to admit that we all knew it would happen. Owen, even you yourself knew that would happen, yet you chose to go through with it. You instilled yourself with an amount of confidence, by just hoping that you would be able to stand toe to toe with someone like Regan, and you got scratched. In all honesty, you are lucky that she let you live. If you are slated to face me again, things just might not turn out the same way. Know this, you would DEFINITELY leave as a shell of your former self. You would be forever Changed. Not like you are not already, but it would be ever more apparent.

I put my head down, but I do not feel sorry for Baby Cruze. He brought all that has happened to him upon himself. Unfortunately it is just the same for Chris Cannon, who really should know better, considering his wife Kelcey is an SCW Hall-of-Famer.

So it seems ignorance is bliss. That means Owen, and you Chris must be in total bliss, being that you two are just two of the many that are ignorant. I am not in your category when it comes to ignorance, as I am always learning. When it comes to you Chris, I cannot help it but to sigh, as you really should know better. You are older than Owen and have been around the block. You should know that getting three seconds of fame at Apocalypse is not everything. Yet you too, just like Owen, have been crowing a bit too loudly. Eventually you will fall.

This leads into the reason for why I attacked you in the first place Chris. I will ALWAYS attack those that are just too proud of themselves. Unfortunately there are far too many like you and Owen out there. Hence, I will take all of you on, one at a time, until the lesson sinks in and people change their mindsets. If I have to twist all of your arms to get it to happen, that is what I will do. If I have to behead you all, that is what I will do. If I have to bring in the Storm of the Century, that is what I will do!

A finger point outward leads to a surprise strike of lightning, but I have brought it, so it does not frighten me. Everyone outside though, they run like scared little rats. I shake my head as I pull my finger back.

Sadly in SCW, not many of you are ready for this Storm to be brought. Regan Street? She is. Josh Hudson? He is. We already know a few who are not. As for the rest of you, only time will tell. Fatal Fortunes is just not enough time to know.

I look out again and a huge bolt of lightning strikes the ground, a few football fields distance away from where I am. While the world may not be ready, I am. I am always ready for a Storm, and will always be ready.

With the Storm here SCW, it does not matter who is put in front of me. It does not even matter if Lady Luck is on their side for three measly seconds. In the end, what does matter, is that I want you all to learn what you need to. If you choose not to do so, you will forever be Claimed by the Dark, and could end up completely Broken.

The thunder continues to rumble, but eventually does pass on to the East. I head back out into the refreshing, cleansing rain. A rain that so many of you desperately need, but are always looking to avoid. You cannot avoid the Storm forever, and either this Wednesday night or next Wednesday night, at least one of you will end up with your arm twisted, Broken, for good.

The Devil I Know...

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:30:38 +0000

I of the Storm

“The Devil I Know...”

Bobby Priscott walked the aisles of the grocery store, adjusting the racks of products – in this case cans and cans of tomato sauce and salsa. The light hanging several feet above him, on the ceiling of the big grocery store building, provided an off amber color to his surroundings – a mixture of white and yellow that few would notice unless they worked here for hours a day like he had for the last few years.

He hated this job.

Sure, the hours were steady and the pay was so-so (minimum wage and all) but it was so damn boring! The monotony of this full-time job, wearing the stupid, green apron uniform and then working with the same people who hated their jobs as much as he did only added to the misery.

Still better than being jobless and living with mom. He reminded himself – a thought he often had to rethink when working these long, eight-hour shifts. Again, as if to cement that point, he repeated the thought in his head as he stacked a new set of cans (these ones some kind of pesto sauce) on the shelf. A few minutes of repeating action later, and the section of products refilled, the boy pushed his cart further down the aisle, all the way to the end. He was lucky this particular aisle wasn't crowded with customers and their shopping carts – no one to get in his way or ask him dumb questions because they couldn't read the signs hanging overhead of each aisle.

There's gotta be more than this... That was the second thought that held residence in his mind every shift. At twenty-six years old, Bobby had certainly not expected to be working for meagre pay at this point in his life. As he finished his current section of the aisle, the dark-skinned employee pushed his green cart along the store towards his next aisle when his eyes caught the glowing numbers of this week's lottery “winnings”. He saw the big, double-digits the illuminated the screen, promises of millions of dollars – a total change in fortune – to the lucky winner that could predict a series of six or so numbers.

Yeah...right... he thought bitterly. He had bought a ticket every week for such contests, using only a few dollars from his bi-weekly paycheck. True, it was one in a billion, but wasn't that better than having no chance at all? He'd be able to change his life with such a chance. For a moment, the young man allowed himself to hope and dream of what he would do with such a fortune – one of his favourite things to do during his shifts – dream...

So much so that he almost ran over the woman huddled in the corner of the middle mini-fridge that held some of the juice cans and frozen foods that were on sale!

“Oh Jesus!” he cried out on instinct, his 'day-dreaming' of a rich future forgotten as the cart aggressively pushed into the leg of the woman. Immediately, Bobby pulled the cart back, practically leaping backwards. The woman, meanwhile, snapped her head up before jumping to her feet, her shopping basket (made of black plastic) staying by her white running shoes.
“I am so sorry.” Bobby spit-out in a rush, his words barely more than a jumble. “I did not see you down there-”
“That's alright – it was my fault.” the came the response of insistence.

The woman's voice, accented of some kind - Bobby had no idea from where – was very pleasing to the ear. Soft, gentle, no edge or snip to it. Like a lullaby mom use to sing... he decided. The situation no longer as dire as he had feared, the young man was able to take in the sight of the customer. First thing he saw was the dark blue hoodie she wore – a good size or two bigger than her frame, it seemed. It didn't match the lighter blue of the woman's blue jeans. One last check upwards, less than a second so that she wouldn't think he was staring, gave him the sight of the woman's hood covering her entire head – but a single braid of platinum-blonde hair was slipping out of the hood, seeming to highlight the white snowflakes that embroidered the shoulders of the hoodie.

“Were...” he tried to say when he realized that she was staring down at her basket nervously. “Was there something you were looking for? Or did you drop something?” he offered.

“N...No...” the woman shook her hooded head.
“Is something wrong?” he tried again. “Because you were sitting on the floor and-”
“No, I'm okay.” the soft voice shook a little as it was released from within the hoodie. “I just was having a bad moment – needed to stop and clear my head. Does that make sense?”
“Sure.” Weird place to clear your head, lady.

An awkward moment of silence came between the two, causing Bobby to turn his head down towards the woman's basket. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him – the woman had purchased some ground beef, cans of sauces, milk, and even a trip to the liquor section of the store. Nothing out of the ordinary – so what would she be upset about that she would lose it in a grocery store?

“Do you need me to call someone?” Given the woman's white hair, he added. “Is someone here that could take care of you?”

The hooded woman seemed to look at him for a moment before suddenly laughing at the statement. Her laugh was quiet but bright. As she calmed, she shook her head. “No, I came here by myself.” she simply stated.

The moment Bobby had been able to see the woman's face, complete with a pair of sapphire, yet bloodshot eyes, he had realized that he had made a mistake. Despite the light hair, this woman was clearly close to his age and not some old woman that had forgotten where she was.

“Well...okay then.” He offered lamely – wanting nothing else, in that moment, than to get back to work and his 'customer-free' aisles. “If you need anything, I'll be around.”
“Thank you.” the lady offered with a smile before picking up her basket and walking past Bobby and down an aisle, allowing the boy to run down the aisle he wanted to get to to be alone with his thoughts and 'dreams of fortune'.

Of course, had he of looked closer, he would have seen the trail of tears going down the woman's face – the reason for her bloodshot eyes. Had he of followed her, he would have seen the hooded woman tug on her braid harshly with her free hand, hurting herself to try and quiet the voices in her mind. Bobby would have seen someone whose troubles far outweighed his – perhaps giving him no perspective of his stock in life.

Sadly, he didn't see any of this. Preferring to dream of his future where the woman – three aisles down - was dreading hers.

*********************************

The night before...

Selena Frost could feel the sting in her sapphire eyes, forcing her to blink them closed and rub them with the back of her hands. How long had she been staring at her computer screen? She had honestly lost track of how many emails she had written and how many drafts she had put together for her upcoming promo for the next Breakdown – where Fatal Fortunes would play out.

It was always the same issue. She'd start off with a Royal Letter and then something knew would be said on Twitter or some new rumor would come about or she'd be sent a youtube video link to hear the latest gossip from fans and people within SCW – always something. It didn't matter each and every time, but something would come to her that would make her rethink what she had wrote until she had deleted whatever work she had put together at that point and start again from scratch.

I can't just say what everyone else is going say... she sighed. She had done that last year and she couldn't even remember what fatal fortunes had been for her. Had it been a tag match or something? Or had that been the year before that? Actually, if she thought about – the Snow Queen could not recall ANY of her previous involvements with Fatal Fortunes. She knew she had been involved with them, but unlike her feuds with Past, Present and Future, all the way back to Red Rayne and even El Vengador – she couldn't remember what she did on the yearly event that filled up two weeks worth of Breakdown episodes.

True, she could look it up and be reminded, but that wasn't really the point. It means I've not done something worthwhile to remember it. Nothing new or exciting or anything!

And she refused to blame anyone but herself for that. She had often played the same kind of promo every other year (those she HAD looked up to refresh her memory). Always “I'll hope for the best!” and it was true, but how many people were going with that “fortune favours the brave” or “luck favours the prepared” set of lines? There were so many promos already aired across SCW's website that had used cliched lines like that. Cliched lines that SHE had used year after year.

Which left her in her current state – staring at a blank, white screen of her Word processor.

Do I talk about title shots? Odds of those?
Fighting a certain superstar?

Her hands moved to her temples to rub them aggressively. This was not supposed to be this hard. Writing promos, like her Royal Letter or outlines for her Frozen Central segments, was one of her favourite things to do. She would go on walks, waiting for inspiration to hit her on approach and how best to promote SCW and its events. Then, she would just write her thoughts.

But right now, her thoughts were so bland. So...so cliche... so...so like everyone else.

The irony, in that moment, was not lost on the Snow Queen. For so many years, since childhood, she had wished on every star – even those that were non-shooting/falling – to be just like everyone else. Accepted as a person and not shunned for her beliefs or her appearance or anything of the sort. Hell, even when Platinum had turned on her and set out to make her life miserable, she had still wished for people to see her as she was, not what vile picture Regan or Sienna painted her as. Acceptance... that had been the word.

And yet, right now, there she was, trying to think of some way to stand out from the crowd – more so than just her appearance and abilities.

With a huff of an exhale, Selena ran her hands through her mane of platinum-blonde hair as she pushed herself out of her leather chair and paced around her circular office in the basement of her Manhattan house, trying to get her thoughts together by simply moving around the room.

Say the opposite of what is being said.

What? That it DOESN'T matter? That the event doesn't matter or it doesn't matter what you get? What kind of promoting is that?

What about beyond fatal fortunes? What would you do if fortune favours you?

Even Mr. D. is waiting to see how the shows end before putting any plans in place – no one knows what could happen!

It was infuriating! She had a dozen or so ideas of where to go but they all ended up with the same cliched line. Hoping and hoping and hoping for luck to be on her side.

“Come on!” she growled to herself as she paced around the room, her head abuzz. “If you're REALLY 'The Face of SCW', then you had better come up with something!”

“Talking to yourself?”

The voice came from the entry-way/exit of her office/study, causing Selena to turn around – or rather spin around on her foot. She almost lost her balance as her sarong swirled around her legs. The black tank-top she wore stayed in place but she had to pull the long, blonde hair out of her eyes as she saw the short-haired redhead smiling at her.

“Should I be worried?” she purred playfully as she leaned against the door frame.
“About me? Maybe later.” Selena sighed, tucking several strands of hair behind her ears. “I'm not going Gio on you.”

Deanna gave a roll of her eyes. “I hope not.” she stated. “Anyway, the kids are asleep.”
“Oh good.” Selena replied without really hearing what Deanna was saying. As she continued to pace around the room. “Did they give you any trouble?”

Instead of an answer, the Snow Queen was suddenly stopped by a wall of softness as Deanna pushed herself against her wife's toned form.

“Selena.” she stated with emphasis. “The kids. Are. Asleep.”

She did not allow her wife time to respond, pressing her soft lips against Selena's. Initially caught off-guard, the platinum-blonde quickly recovered, wrapping her arms around Deanna's smaller frame and pulling her close to her. It was a second before her logic took over, and her brain, buzzing as it was, sent up warning flares!

She's kissing you! She's going to find out!

Pretending to break the kiss to breathe, Selena eyed her wife. “Here? In the office?”

Deanna shrugged. “We have before – but I'm not picky. Bedroom? If you're worried about noise, we could go to the pool house.”

Selena, meanwhile, was scanning the room, the complete uneasiness she felt at being intimate with Deanna here. “Well, I just...” she started.
“What is it?” Deanna asked. “Are you busy?”
“No...yes...” Selena sighed, gently pushing herself away from her wife. “I can't stop thinking about work.”

A groan of irritation came from the redhead as she heard that. “That's not new.” she sighed. “You worried about Fatal Fortunes?”
“Just the promo, I guess.” Selena shrugged. “Actually, I really don't care what I get. Even if it's a show-opener.”
“Ouch. That would make certain people happy.” Deanna replied. “Selena at the opening of the show?”

Selena shrugged. “It's...” she didn't know how to express her thoughts right away, taking a moment to just walk around the room. “It's hard to get too excited about this. It's never really been something I remember the last few years and it's kind of pointless when you literally have a means to get any match you want at any time in the year.”

“So? Say that.” Deanna offered.
“Oh yeah! That will look good.” Selena shook her head as she walked around her desk. “These shows don't matter to me because I have the means to hit the jackpot without it.”
“So just be happy with what you get.” Deanna offered.

“Deanna...” Selena paused, running both hands through her hair. “I'm supposed to be 'The Face of SCW'. I can't just pass off on a match. I should be – I don't know – doing something creative to promote it! Something more.”
“You're not a clown, Selena.” Deanna offered gently. “Whatever you do – you do in the ring.”

The Snow Queen shrugged her shoulders. “I guess...I'm just... I don't know – I feel like more is expected of me.”
“You expect too much of yourself.” Deanna stated, moving around to take one of Selena's slender hands into both of hers. “If it really doesn't matter to you who you face or what happens, then just be happy that you're going to compete again. Be happy with whatever or whomever you face. And when it's done, you'll have a better idea of what is coming next.”

Selena sighed and nodded her head – at least to please her wife. Deanna couldn't possibly understand. She had done something a few weeks ago that she hadn't ever recalled doing.

Main-evented a pay-per-view over the World Champion.

It had stunned her when the news had hit that day of Apocalypse, SCW's last pay-per-view. The callsheet had been posted on the wall and there it was, in black and white:

Main-event: Selena Frost vs. Giovanni Aries.

Placed after Sienna Swann facing Alistaire Allocco for the World Title. She had needed to read it five times to make sure she hadn't been hallucinating. She hadn't been. Her match was being placed after the world title match.

And while it may not have been much to anyone else – probably no one really cared except for many a jealous few – to Selena, her brain had practically been on fire with Mr. Dracheywch's promise over a month ago.

Your best is not behind you...

She had trained so much harder, fought so much harder, to prove that – to believe that. She had beaten Alistaire before Sienna had. She had knocked out AJ Helms in a straight match – defeating the man that was seen as 'the new future of SCW' if PPF were to be believed. And then Apocalypse had happened... and now? People were lumping her into the notion of the United States Title – the title Regan Street had claimed Selena would “never hold”. All because she had said she wanted to complete 'personal goals'. A simple sentence and she was already in talks with the second highest title in SCW!

She couldn't just follow all of that with something as benign as “I'm happy to be here”. It would be so lame. So undeserving of those that were talking about her – the True-Believers – the SCW staff that were calling her 'The Face of SCW' and even considering her as a possibility for the United States Title.

The Snow Queen easily became lost in those thoughts – so much so that she did not realize that her wife was kissing her fully again until Deanna had pulled back, her eyes filled with alarm. Snapping back to reality, Selena's eyes widened as she regarded her wife, who was wearing a simple silver nightgown – how had Selena not noticed that? She loved that gown on her wife – almost as much as Deanna wearing nothing.

“What is it?” Selena asked in a rush. “I'm sorry – did I not kiss you back? My mind was elsewhere -”
“Selena.”

Deanna's voice was suddenly devoid of desire and playful intonations as her emerald-green eyes stared into Selena's sapphire ones. Her small hands, which had, just moments ago, touched Selena's hands and body with such gentleness and need, were now clenched into fists at her sides.

Her next words were like needles into Selena's heart and spine: “Why do I taste alcohol on your tongue?”

Crap...

“And why did I smell it on your breath?”

Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap! Selena's brain stammered the singular word over and over again. This was why she wanted to avoid being so intimate with her wife! Especially here!

“Deanna...” Selena slowly spoke but her beloved cut her off quick.
“Have you been drinking?”

Her voice wasn't accusatory or angry – it was scared. And Selena could see that fear in her wife's eyes as she rushed towards the platinum-blonde. “You have to tell me if you are, Selena. I need you to be honest with me!”
“Deanna...I...”
“No, don't pass this off if it's something. Remember NX?”

Selena's eyes slammed shut at the memory. The painkiller her mother and that damn doctor had gotten her hooked on. How easily she had become addicted to that damn drug. She hated her mother and Doctor Paracelsus for that!

Yet, she knew it had been just as much her fault as it had been Anastasia's and her associate. Paracelsus had warned her about the risks – the potential side-effects – but Selena had been younger, naive, obsessed with looking strong and unbreakable in SCW – which she was far from. Regan fracturing her ribs had scared Selena to her core – she had not wanted to look weak as the SCW world champion. So, she had taken more than she should have. And Deanna had almost paid the price for it, herself.

It was your fault for almost killing her.
Just like it was your fault Sirus...I... was killed.

Selena's eyes flashed away to the corner of the room behind Deanna. Sure enough, standing there, with the same sick, twisted glare was Evangeline DeWinter's deceased daughter, Sirus. Her white hair and gangly appearance was still haunting, but now...

Now... as Selena took in the sight of her haunter, she saw a difference. Sirus grin – the twisted, crooked smirk, like that of a monster – a predator... Selena had seen it before.

On Giovanni Aries...

“Die, Lizard King!” the phantom hissed, but it was in Giovanni's voice, just as it had been that night a few weeks ago in Chicago, when he leaped off that platform with the intent to...to...

Kill me...

Selena's eyes slammed shut and she pushed herself away from Deanna – though she only wanted to get away from Sirus – turning her back to both of them as she fought the urge to shatter into pieces.

“Selena!” begged Deanna, taking the few steps closer to Selena, but the Snow Queen spun around, holding her hands up.
“I'm fine, Deanna.” Selena said as confidently as she could fake. “I've not been drinking. You know how I feel about that part of my life.”
“But...” Deanna's eyes were scanning Selena's, as well as the rest of the Snow Queen's body – Selena had been scrutinized by those emerald orbs long enough to know when it was happening. Deanna was looking for any signs of guile – any reason to suspect she was being lied to.

Don't give her one... her mind screamed.
GIVE HER ONE! Sirus hissed – her voice now a mixture of hers and the Mad Hatter of SCW.

“I know what I tasted and smelled.” Deanna reasoned.
“Deanna, didn't you have a glass of red wine tonight?” Selena offered. “I think it was your first one since Ami was born.”

“I...” Deanna's cheeks turned a slight red. “No. I just used it for a reduction tonight.”
“Oh come on.” Selena said playfully with a teasing smile – though she felt none of those emotions. “You can't pull that one on me. You expect me to believe that you didn't 'help yourself' to a sip? Hmm?”

“But...” Deanna reasoned, but her blush only grew. “I didn't drink that much. Just a sip – and that wasn't what I smelled-”

“Deanna.” Selena sighed, taking a step back from her wife but taking the redhead's hands firmly into hers. “Given the last few weeks and...what happened outside and with the club – maybe I've not been myself as much. I've had alot on my mind with things – I'm still terrified of what the Frosts are going to do to us. I'm constantly worried about messing up in SCW... and maybe I've tried to deal with those things myself. Maybe that was wrong of me. Because I can see now where that has lead your mind.”

“I...” Deanna had no counter for this. Selena was beyond concentrated on keeping her words clear and her mind as focused as possible on her single task: fooling Deanna. “I just don't want this to happen again.”
“Me neither.” Selena stated as evenly as she could. “I hated being addicted to that, and then to NX. But... I assure you... I am not going to lose myself to those demons again.”
“You promise?”

Selena spine went stiff and she saw Sirus' grin widen to almost inhuman lengths. Yes... it hissed at Selena. Promise her. Lie to her!

“I promise.” Selena breathed, feeling her heart finally shatter at the words, replacing everything with a cold, numbness that was all too familiar to the Snow Queen. “And I promise that if I ever do, I will tell you.”

As if to prove her point, Selena gently twirled her wife with her hand, surprising Deanna, who played along purely out of instinct. The Snow Queen pulled her wife to her before dipping her low, like she often did when they danced. “See?” she stated. “If I were drinking, could I possibly do that?”
“I don't know?” Deanna teased – convinced. “I've only seen you drunk once.”
“Yeah, I'm no fun drunk. Remember?”

“Disagree.” Deanna countered, pulling herself up to press her lips to Selena's. This time, however, Selena kept her lips sealed shut – a closed lip kiss – and held her breath so as not to breath at all on Deanna. Just as her lungs were about to burn and burst from holding her breath that long, Deanna broke the kiss, allowing Selena to pull her wife up and quietly exhale without alerting Deanna.

“Now...can we continue where we left off?” the redhead offered.
“In...” Selena thought quickly. “In a moment. You go upstairs and I'll be there shortly. I just had an idea for my promo!”
“From a kiss and talking about alcohol?”
“Sure!” Selena faked a smile. “Old demons, that sort of thing! It's perfect. Just let me get these ideas down and then...” she looked up to wiggle her eyebrows at her wife teasingly. “I'll get down on you.”

Deanna's eyes widened at her wife's brazen statement, but the blush to her cheeks told Selena just how much the idea was thrilling to the redhead, who scampered out of the room. The Snow Queen did not move as she heard the sounds of her wife rushing up the two sets of stairs. Did not move until those sounds were gone.

It was only a few seconds after that that the former world champion took a deep breath and walked towards the long bookshelf that stretched around the entire office in a circular banner. Reaching the left section, Selena quickly tugged at the novel “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christen Anderson, instantly unlocking the latch that opened the secret door she had often used for various reasons. Slipping into the secret room, Selena's eyes immediately rested on her wrestling accomplishments:

Replicas of the titles she had won.
Photos of some of her greatest career moments thus far.
The tournament trophies she had acquired.

The latest item added was a framed copy of her Tournament Trios contract. Selena's eyes sought it out. There it was, framed and hanging on the wall. Her name was there in bold as “Trios Tournament Winner: Selena Frost”.

She took the necessary steps to walk towards the frame and, reaching out with her hands, she removed it from the wall to reveal a safe inside the wall. The fingers of her free hand moved quickly, turning the dial left and right until the safe opened easily. Inside, Selena's eyes gazed at some personal items of her. Certain family photos (in case the ones upstairs were ever ruined), personal data files on Malcolm Scythe (one of the many copies that existed for her family's safety)...

And an empty bottle of Crown Royal.

Closing her eyes, the coldness flowing through her veins, Selena reached into the safe and pulled the empty bottle out. Placing the Trios plaque down, she used her newly freed hand to close the vault door before placing the plaque back on top of it. That accomplished, Selena held the empty, glass bottle in her hands, turning it over and over again, her fingertips feeling the smooth contours of the designed glass.

SMASH!

The room was silent after that. No, Selena had not dropped the bottle after turning it so many times in her hands. Rather, she had simply looked at the bare, concrete wall on the other side of the secret room and thrown the damn thing with all she had, watching the pitiful substance shatter without any hesitation. The pieces fell to the ground, flying their merry way, released from the confines of uniform pattern.

She had just watched it all happen, as if in slow motion.

Because she was lying. She was drinking. She could admit that in this room. She was drinking again and she wasn't planning on stopping any time soon. She couldn't.

Because Deanna just didn't understand.

This wasn't some addiction like it had been back in Nome. And this wasn't some innate fear of “looking weak” like it had been with the NX.

No, Selena was awakening her old demon in order to shut up the one that was haunting her now. When she was facing the demon of her addiction, she could control it, ignore it.

Sirus was not so easy. Sirus haunted her every time she felt even remotely at peace. Only the buzz of alcohol or the adrenaline of SCW could distract her enough to keep her locked away in a dark corner of her mind. Other than that, Sirus was a demon Selena had no idea how to beat.

But she could control her addiction.

She only needed a little to quiet Sirus. Only a little to shut the voices up. Long as it didn't get worse, it was the best situation. The devil I know... Selena had told herself. At least until Sirus went away, then she would stop again and lay her known demon to rest once and for all.

Yet, as she spied the shatters of glass on the floor, she could not help but feel the self-revulsion that filled her gut. That she was hiding this from Deanna – just like before. Except this wasn't addiction – this was KEEPING her from giving in and taking drugs or losing her mind. This was keeping her in the realm of reality – where Sirus hated Selena being.

“It's for the best...” Selena whispered, the cold sweeping in after her moment of rage in throwing the bottle. It did not take long for the Snow Queen to find a broom and dustpan, quickly sweeping up the glass pieces and placing them in a bag. She would have to take that bag with her when she left day after tomorrow for Breakdown, so that Deanna wouldn't accidentally find the pieces, but it was a simple matter.

Carefully, she sneaked the bag out of the house, placing it in the back of her 'galaxy-designed' car. She was grateful the first show of Fatal Fortunes was being held in Buffalo, only about six hours of a drive from her home. Just as quietly, she sneaked back into the house just in time to see Sirus standing at the foot of the steps, her wrinkled, white arms leaning over the stair-rail.

Selena stopped when she saw the phantom, narrowing her eyes at the ghost as she then cast her eyes upstairs to where her bedroom – where Deanna – was waiting.

“Not a word.” she whispered in a hiss to Sirus. “You've done enough today.”
“Clearly not.” the creature whispered back. “You're still alive.”

Selena left the demon at that. She would need to deal with her later – with the remedy she hated using. For now, she quickly went upstairs to the bathroom, rinsed her mouth out aggressively with the mouthwash (no sense in furthering Deanna's suspicions) before going to her children's room and giving all three of them: Elsianna, David and Amiliah a kiss goodnight on the cheek.

The nightly ritual complete, the platinum-blonde took a deep breath before casting her eyes down the stairs, where Sirus still stood.

I dont care what you do... Selena thought towards the white-haired ghost. I'm going to beat you.

She left the demon at that, preferring to carry the demon she knew far better inside her heart.

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It was harder for Selena to be so confident out in public. When she had to hide from people she knew. When she was constantly terrified of being discovered by people in her neighbourhood. That's what she had worn her hoodie and why she had ducked down low in that grocery store. She had almost been spotted by one of her neighbours – Colleen and Thomson! She had ducked behind the middle-fridge of sorts as they had walked between aisles – and she had stayed there for a solid fifteen minutes until that young boy – the grocery store employee – had almost run her over with his cart.

Now? Selena looked down at her basket. She already paid for the two bottles – one of bourbon for Deanna and her reductions in her meals – and the other... to replace the one she had smashed last night. For a moment, the Snow Queen questioned herself:

How could she have been so stupid to smash the bottle? What if Deanna had heard that and come running down? How would she have explained the pieces of an empty Crown Royal bottle then?

But she didn't. Her brain reminded her. And now, Selena had made sure the bottles were at the bottom of the basket, covered by her other grocery items. Yes, it was simple, but Selena delighted in the small victory over her fear. Better than hiding in the aisles – though next time, I'll buy it last.

Again: another victory. She was still disgusted with herself for indulging her familiar demon rather than deal with Sirus, but at least she was learning ways to do so more and more discreetly – and she was keeping things in a healthy control-

“Selena?”
Damn, I thought they were gone.

The voice caused the Snow Queen to take a deep breath before turning around and removing her hood from atop her head. She immediately spotted the older woman waving at her. Quickly, she waved back, repeating her familiar mantra mentally to keep herself calm. Conceal... Don't feel...

“Can't really talk right now.” she said across the hall from where she stood near the cashiers. “I'm in a hurry to get home and then work.”
“Oh...” the tanned woman (Selena thought the woman used too much spray-on tan to be honest) sighed before she suddenly scurried closer to Selena as the platinum-blonde removed the items from her basket to pay for them.

Crap if she sees the bottles...

The fear of the neighbour telling on her to Deanna prompted her next move. As gracefully as if she were wrestling in the ring, Selena grabbed a nearby grocery bag (with leaves designed all over it) and placed it on top of the two bottle. “This bag too.” she whispered to the cashier. “The two bottles I already paid for.” she said much softer.

“Got it.” the young boy, a teenager with spiky, blond hair, replied nonchalantly, clearly not a fan of his job.

Just in time, Selena turned her head to see Colleen reach her, the small, woman wearing a rather thick sweater for autumn.

“Hey.” Selena did her best to smile warmly. “Cold outside?”
“For me, it is.” The older woman laughed. “Where's Deanna?”
“I came alone.” Selena replied quickly, watching her basket move through the corner of her eye. “Deanna's watching the kids. Ami's still can't be by herself.”
“Oh, that's right!” Colleen nodded in understanding. “Took our little Richard so long to get use to a baby-sitter.”
“Well...we've had one on occasion.” Selena replied absent-mindedly.
“Really?” Colleen asked in surprise. “Aren't you worried the baby will get more use to the sitter than you?”

Selena shook her head. “I don't think so. We didn't have a problem with David. She has him and Elsianna and Deanna most of the time.”
“Well...” the woman shrugged. “I'm just saying it's best to be careful. Children are so impressionable.”

Precisely why I want to get home and hide this before I'm stopped by anyone else – especially Deanna! Selena thought as her purchased were rung through. Quickly, she paid for the items before placing them back into the basket.

“Don't you want them in the bag?” the cashier asked.
“That's okay!” Selena quickly replied, her speed surprising both the boy and Colleen. “I'll do it myself... I have a way...”

She was quick to walk through, but cast a “talk to you later” to Colleen before disappearing into a 'seating section' of the grocery store. As quick as she could, she pulled the bag out of the basket and stuffed the two bottles of liquor in first so no one could see her do it. This was followed by the rest of her items. With that task finished, Selena breathed a sigh of relief – another small victory.

Now I just have to sneak into my own house, get downstairs, stash the liquor without my wife or three kids seeing me do it. Should be easy... she thought as she made her way to her car. As she thought that thought, however, she was certain the demon of her past addictions was laughing inside her, which was better than Sirus again but it was still annoying as hell.

Because – Selena realized as she drove the car back home and prepared for her sneak-mission – with all this stress about hiding and demons...

Least I'm not worried about Fatal Fortunes anymore...

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The camera opens up to reveal the First Niagara Center in Buffalo, New York – the home for the first Breakdown of Fatal Fortunes. The ring has already been set up for tonight's event, which is perfect for the segment promo that is now playing. The lights are a familiar arctic-blue and white and a cold mist seems to hang in the arena where so much will decided that could change the course of SCW's new season!

However, what is off about this particular segment is that – while the host of the show, the Snow Queen Selena Frost, is indeed within in the ring, as per usual – she is not by herself. For inside the ring is a simple Texas-Hold'Em Poker Table, the soft, felt-green contrasting to the white and blue of the lights, ring and the black leggings and white dress top Selena wears, her hair in its iconic braid. What's more intriguing is that there are more than just “poker cards” and chips on the table. In fact, the table is decorated with a plethora of game pieces, from chess pieces to a billiard ball to checkers to even a piece or two from Monopoly.

With a smile, Selena runs a pale hand along the table, gracefully caressing several of the game pieces.

What can one say about Fatal Fortunes, SCW? The Snow Queen seems to think about that question for a moment before suddenly scoffing with a huff of laughter. Wow, that is such a cliche way to start this, isn't it? Because, really, the better question would be – what can't be said about Fatal Fortunes? I mean, you have puns of fortune, gambling, promises, vows, really – when you don't know who you're facing or what to talk about – many of SCW's roster will talk about anything.

Some love this event because it favoured them in the past.
Some hate this event because it didn't.

Me? The platinum-blonde sighed. To be honest, I don't know what to feel. I mean, complete truth here, I don't remember much about any of the times I've been in this event. And it's not because of SCW or the lottery drawing or anything like that. It's just... I never did something worthwhile at this event. I never treated whatever I was given like something that could be... unique? Special? I'm kind of floundering on finding the right word here. It's like in poker, when you KNOW you've been dealt a bad hand so you just fold at the first chance? You never give the hand a chance on the flop or the river - never play against the odds and take a risk? I feel like I did that in the past and I never really embraced the notion of this night. Because I don't remember a single match I've had at these events.

And that is my fault, first and foremost. I accept that and it motivates me to be here now, doing this before all of you...

Slowly, Selena holds a finger up to the camera. But before I do, I feel like I need to address a few elephants in the room. These are the people that have the worst 'poker-face' imaginable -besides me. Selena shrugs. Sorry, I'm transparent. I am who I am and refuse to be seen as anything other than that.

I guess that's something Regan and I supposedly have in common.

Regan, Regan, Regan... I mean... really? You know, I had heard a lot of rumblings from the forums, Twitter and Discord that you were mad at me – I mean, moreso than usual. No idea why at the time, just that it had something to do with Apocalypse or around that. I figured you were mad because I knocked out AJ and then didn't die at the hands of Giovanni...

And if it WAS AJ, I'd understand – I wrestled him and fought to my best. When the match was over, I checked to make sure he was okay. I heard he is and I'm beyond glad he is.

Selena bites her lower lip as she shrugs. But you weren't mad at me about that, were you? You were enraged because – and I can't believe I am saying this – that it was my match that closed out the Apocalypse Pay-Per-View...

Reaching up, Selena rubs her forehead with her fingers.

Seriously, Regan? You're mad that I placed higher up on the card than you? That's what this has come down to? You're mad because you don't think I deserve that spot? Hey! I'll be honest, Regan, it surprised me too, okay? I thought I'd be behind the world title match, not in front of it. I didn't ask for it. I didn't demand it. I sure as hell didn't make empty threats like your coward of a sister, Mikalea! I just said “I'll fight Giovanni. Name the time and place” and SCW did that.

But you think it's more unprofessional bias? You think it's 'SCW holding you back'?

Reaching her hand out, Selena picks up a white-domino piece, holding it in her hand. Tell me something, Regan. Didn't you win the Woman's title at this event - even though, just at the pay-per-view before, you lost to Marina Trent? You lost your chance and then were blessed with a second chance... was that SCW 'holding you back'? Was that bias? How about when you failed to capture the United States title the first time? You got another shot at the very next pay-per-view. Was that bias? Was that you being 'held back'? Did SCW 'hold you back' when you assaulted the boss and were suspended? Did they just strip you of your title or did they give you a real chance to keep it?! But because I headline a pay-per-view over you, it's a bias decision?

Could that decision have anything to do with what I've accomplished since Rise to Greatness, Regan? The fact that, between pay-per-views, I beat not only AJ Helms but the number one contender, Alistaire Allocco? And I did it cleanly! No disqualification wins like you were so found in handing me because they 'don't count', right? Could the fact that rather than be 'done' and 'the best being behind me' like you and Sienna are so fond of repeating about me, I actually am trying to prove you two wrong with actual success?

Selena places the domino on its edge, standing it vertical. This is followed by another piece, and a third as she speaks. Maybe I should just speak this in common sense to you – or ask your husband – he's an amazing, intelligent man and he's booked shows too with UWA!

Because while I was beating those contenders for various titles, including the World, you were beating on your own brother as he tried to retire with dignity. Not only that, you assaulted a non-wrestler! And then, the icing on the cake, you got in the face of Owen Cruze, insulting him and his lineage – prompting a match between you two.

So...ask your husband, Regan, between that and the match between the man that won the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royale and the woman that's been in the main-event picture consistently for over a year, which would you use to highlight all that SCW stands for? Which would you use to cap off such an amazing pay-per-view?

Selena shrugs as she flicks one domino with her hand, causing the line to fall down in perfect pattern.

I mean, you and Sienna can't seem to go a promo without talking about me – so maybe my name does actually hold some importance here. Maybe, and this is a VERY big maybe... but maybe the reason I went to the main-event and why I'm the one that's being talked about over you is because I am what Winters, Sharper, and countless others have called me...

Selena takes a deep breath before looking up at the camera, her eyes clear-blue and sharp.

The Face of SCW.

Maybe it's not bias, Regan, but rather, I actually give a damn about this company and this business. You cry about being all about it – but I'm the one that lives it every time I come here. I'm the one that takes the gambles, big and small, whatever I need to stand by what I believe in, to protect what I believe in – that being SCW. I take the hits, the wins and losses and continue playing the game, as it were.

You? You're the person blaming the dealer every time you get a bad hand. And rather than learning from it or playing smarter, you just keep yelling at the dealer.

Here's a thought, Regan. What don't you, instead of attacking people who can't fight back, simply challenge some big star? Hmmm? Go down to the ring and challenge someone like Ravyn or Kennedy or someone you believe is “on your level”, as you are so fond of saying. Then, show some respect and wrestle with dignity and honour – actually represent SCW properly – rather than fake some apology before going right back to what you were doing before the apology.

Because if all you are going to do is blame the dealer rather than take an actual risk, it's going to be a LONG time before a good hand comes your way...

The dominoes lying on their side, Selena picks up a nearby metal ball, tossing it between her hands.

Sorry to single people out this early in a promo – especially considering I probably won't have ANYTHING to do with those I do single out, but really – I am honestly surprised, True-Believers. There are dozens and dozens of superstars in this federation. So many amazing people that could “strike gold” as it were and get a chance. And you've got Reagan and Sienna unable to stop talking about me: one person. But, you know what? I can't even say I am surprised at them. Regan is clearly bitter and jealous over something I have no control over and Sienna's angry because she never “erased me” like she thought she would.

But really, what is wrong with the United States Champion? Yes, Bree Lancaster... Selena shakes her head. Wow, Bree. You're on the cusp of defending your title against an unknown. Last time I did that? Not knowing who I was facing till the night I did, I lost the World title. It was devastating. But you? You clearly are focused on me. I mean, you spent most of your promo singling me out. Why? Because I said I have “goals” that I want to go for? That I said that I'm working to be “better than ever before” so you've focused on that?

Looking down, Selena looks at the metal ball in her hand. You know there are two kinds of people on these nights of random chance, Bree. There are those that anticipate nothing... Reaching out with her free hand, Selena picks up a pack of red, white, and blue chips, placing them all on a single spot on a line of numbers, the spot being a white 22. She then reaches over to a billiard – ball-spinner and, with her free fingers, she spins the wheel, dropping the metal ball into it and watching it spin. And there are those that pretend they are gods or that they can 'see the future'. People like that will place all their bets on one thing. One number. One person. One lucky draw.

“Only a certain title will satisfy me.”
“Only facing so and so will be good for me.”

I mean, you're so obsessed with facing me over some off-the-cuff remarks by Sharper that you fail to anticipate the hunger of Chris Cannon - who wants fatal fortune to mean more than a title loss in his history, or the need for redemption of Blake Mason, or maybe the randomness of Ikiro Yoshiada - the man that holds victory over both members of Dark Fantasy.

The wheel slows as Selena watches.

Maybe you will draw me, Bree – and you can have that amazing moment of “I told you so” before I knock you out with my feet. But...if I were to wager... I'd say that you don't have what I have, Bree – a Trios Contract – meaning you can't MAKE whatever future you want happen... and if you try too hard to anticipate it...

The wheel stops and the ball slides into a slot – a red 8. Selena shrugs before swiping her hand across the board, knocking the stack of chips away. You might just get wiped off the board without one.

Her hand outstretched, said hand is actually near a deck of playing cards which Selena picks up and begins to shuffle.

That's kind of what I am seeing in SCW, True-Believers. People thinking they are prophets or people thinking they won't get anything out of this amazing pair of nights. Trust me, I use to be the latter – remember? No memory of the last few years? But I don't want to be that person anymore. I don't think that's what someone that wants to embody SCW's best qualities – “The Face of SCW” - god! That feels so cool to say! - should be so arrogant or so negative...

A shrug from the Snow Queen.

Because I have so MANY beliefs in this night now! Maybe I WILL face Bree or Regan or Sienna as they seem so sure of – though I think only one of them can be right in terms of “getting me AND beating me” - which all three should know is much harder than you think.

Or... Selena flicks her wrist, revealing a card – the Queen of Hearts – to the audience. Maybe I'll get a chance a title NO ONE has considered me for... One that, in my youthful naivety, I called myself “the Queen” of. Maybe breaking a certain record and beating a 'longest champ' is the 'goal' I was thinking of – one of them.

Smiling knowingly, Selena gently places the card down on the table. But then again, perhaps I could luck out in a different way... find a... kindred spirit. Revealing another card, Selena places the Queen of Spades beside the Queen of Hearts.
Someone to... tag... around with?

Another whimsical smile from the Snow Queen as she licks her lips – clearly having fun playing this game for the SCW Universe.

Or maybe... maybe that's not what I want deep down in my heart. Maybe, while all such prizes are beyond wonderful – they aren't what I truly yearn for.

Maybe, I don't care about my ego or advancing my “list” or adding to my accolades as much as some would think. Maybe I'm looking for something far more unique and permanent for me.

Placing the cards down, Selena's hands rest on the edge of the table, her eyes scanning the many pieces – the countless routes her fate could take.

Maybe, more than a title, more than a specific opponent – maybe what I want is a game-changer. Mr. D., our boss, has locked the list of drawn matches in a safe and has stated up and down that he is making no plans past these next two weeks. Why? Because he believes – he truly believes – that SCW's course will change somehow. That something could happen to alter everything planned for this season of SCW! And not just some simple change of title or adding a name to a list but something that...that...

With a sudden burst of strength, Selena flips the table over! Countless game pieces go flying through the air, some immediately falling to the ground while others fly out of the ring! It is a blizzard for a second or two of game pieces as Selena stands there, at the centre of it!

Changes everything...

Slowly, as the chaos settles, Selena quietly walks around the littered ring canvas.

For so long now, I have fought to defend SCW. Fought to defend it against those that seek to destroy it, burn it, assault the innocent people of it, or simply want to take shortcut after shortcut and cheat the SCW Universe of what they are paying their hard-earned money to see.

But my last match? Against Giovanni? Like I said, I know it isn't over between him and I, but he is gone for now. Out of SCW while he recovers and I truly wish him well. But I don't want to just simply go back to fighting self-entitled prima donnas just yet. I don't want to go back to being the protector of SCW just yet. I want to do more for SCW! I want to fight for more for SCW! And as much as Regan will cry about it – I want to continue to earn the main-events I get and earn the right to be “The Face of SCW”!

Her eyes settling on a piece, Selena bends down to pick up the white queen chess piece lying on the mat.

They say the white queen is the most versatile piece in chess – I can promise you that that will apply to me either tonight or next week Milwaukee – but what I want is to be knocked off the path I am currently on. I want the night I'm picked to take me off one board and put me on another! To set up a new game for the Snow Queen! A new journey! One that no one - not me or the prophets or even Mr. D. can predict! Something that a game piece like me – a game piece of SCW – will need to adapt to in order to survive and thrive!

Selena's pale hand clutched the chess piece tightly.

And thrive is exactly what I plan to do – to show the world – just as I did in my last Breakdown matches that whatever Breakdown gives me – whatever fate gives me – whatever SCW gives me – I will adapt, I will get better, and I will rise above it - to better than I ever have before! So... whatever, whomever, whenever it is that I draw... I hope you will understand what has just been told and what is believed in...

Because one way or another – I will get my journey changed! And I will be a game-changer for SCW – Believe it!

With a turn, the “Face of SCW” walks past the flipped table, placing the white queen on the top of the table's side, the queen standing above all journeys and paths that fate could have planned for her...

SESSION SIX

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:29:55 +0000

I'm reusing my Quinne RP from last week.

http://punkhazardichiban.com/2018/09/18/session-six/

Jason Helms FF roleplay

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 15:18:02 +0000

OOC: Okay, so was a bit of a mad dash to get this completed, but I'm strangely happy with the cd and the shoot, I think I'm even happier with. Actual face Jason, with just a hint of douchebaggery involved haha. As usual, click on the graphic at the end of the CD section to read the shoot. Good luck again folks, and enjoy!

Jason Helms: The Black Sheep - Chapter 031

Bianca Evans- Wedding Bells.

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 14:58:35 +0000

Wedding Bells

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Months ago
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“Hi Daddy” Bianca says walking to her father's grave she is wearing a white dress. Her hair cut shorter than when she had previously been seen by the SCW Audience. Infact she wasn't Bianca Evans quite yet but that of course is the story we are telling today.

“I miss you Daddy…” Bianca says kneels next to the grave touching her father's name engraved on the gravite stone of his tombstone. “I hope you can see me now...This is my wedding dress. Don't worry it's not slutty looking. I know you hated it when i wore short skirts or showed off my body. You always told me i was better than that..I was so stupid.”

She says closing her eyes trying to envision her father. “Some days i call your voicemail...just to hear the message just to hear you say “Von Aaron and Schwartz Law offices.” I don't want to forget that. I don't want to forget how you sounded Daddy. I can't believe that life is just carrying on without you. I hope if you are looking down at me… You are proud. That i’m not a disappointment. That i am living up to your expectations. I know I’ve never been the best person...and I doubt i’d ever be. But You weren't either but to the people you loved you were. You were always the best father to me. You always made me feel like a princess. “

Bianca than pulls out her wallet. “I’m not going by Lexi Anymore i know you didn't that name. You wouldn't have named me Bianca. If you hadn’t...That's what I’m going by now. The name you gave me. I am your daughter and i am so proud to say that. I am so proud to have had you as my father. And I know there were moments i disappointed you that i was a brat. But you never showed that. You always encouraged me even when i failed at things or fell...You were still proud of me. The last year...there were things i did you were ashamed of. But I promise you...i am not going to be stepped on any more. I am going to be the woman you wanted me to be. I am going to be what you always dreamed i’d become.”

“Chad...is the kind of guy you always warned me about...men of power...men who know what they want. He is a bit of a bastard...But he’s strong he’s made me stronger. You’d want to kill him if you knew the things he’s done to me. But through it all it has made me stronger. It has made me a better person. I don't want people's approval any more i don't feel this need to be loved. I realize now who i have to be. So long i was weak so long i was afraid to be alone afraid to stand up on my own. I was afraid to fail...i mean just saying that..it's hard to say. Because I want to be the best. I want to be special...i don't want to just exist. I don't want to be OK..or good enough because that's not how i was raised. And For a time maybe for too long i thought i needed others. Be it Chad...or Mitb or even Aj Helms I thought i needed others to lean against to hide my flaws. The problem right there was i was admitting i have flaws. That I have weakness. Thinking that you have pretty much lost the fight already. It seemed to work for me...and honestly it did. I am sorry If I disappointed you.” She says as she pulls some dead flowers from the grave and puts the new flowers she had brought with her.

“For so long Hate has been my motivator hating the fans, hating SCW, hating Amy, Hating just the world in general. It's weird because of how in control of your emotions you were. And me I can be such an emotional mess I guess that is another thing i can blame on mom. I wish you were the one with me instead of her. I know that you’d tell me to focus you’d tell me not to allow others to manipulate me to control me. That's why I think you would be ashamed of me. Or at the least my actions The only thing i cared about was Chad. My god my salvation. He showed me that after all the torture all he had put me through. The lies, the slut shaming, making me think i lost my virginity….Daddy don't be mad at me believe me. I am going to make it right...i am going to make you proud. “ Bianca says this as she adjusts the flowers on her father's grave.

“You use to tell me that Doubt would always be my greatest enemy. I understand that now I understand that I could...no I should be so much more than i am now. Tag team champion..that's not enough. I am better than being part of a team I am better than just being part of the crowd. Just another face in the crowd. You always called me you're little princess and I understand now that I was born to rule. I was born to not just accept being good. I have to be better i have to always continue to get better.” She says as she makes the final Adjustments on the flower before standing up.

“I’m ready Daddy I am ready to become the woman you always wanted me to be...Now I wish i could stay and talk but I have to go get married...I have you're old watch with me. The one grand dad gave you...It's old...clunky...if it wasn't yours i probably wouldn't even touch it. But having it with me...holding it in my hand it kind of feels like you are with me. I know that's stupid. You’d say it's stupid but i think i just need that stupid belief to make living life without you easier that you are with me. That you aren't just completely gone. That's just...just something that scares me to think. I don't know...you’d probably call it stupid say dead is dead. Some weaknesses are hard to drop i guess.” Bianca says pulling the watch from her pocket an old timey watch she moves her thumb around it and nods. Psyching herself up this was the day this was going to change the rest of her life. Because this was the day that Lexi Von Aaron was no more and she became Bianca Evans.

She left the cemetery It was a long drive but she needed to do this first even if it took a large portion of her day. Or what seemed that way but the drive back to her home...which was strange because even though she had lived with chad for nearly a year. Was this a mistake….To be honest I didn't mind how i was treated till i found about the lie. That's what bothered Bianca the abuse the stuff other people would hate or make a big fuss about i didn't mind so much. I liked the rough stuff like when Chad would hit her most times more than the sex. But in general sex just hasn't been for me.

Bianca had been wondering why she said yes. Why did she agree to marry Chad. Part of her believed this was the worst they had been. Especially with what else Chad did to her. He had gotten Bianca pregnant and some would say that's why he wanted to do this. Some people are old fashioned like that want to be married when they pop out a kid. She wonders if this was the reason or was that an afterthought Bianca hated it when she figured it out. She hated the morning sickness She hated the feeling of something growing in her gut. She never wanted this she never wanted to be a parent it was never something she planned on Bianca was always so careful. But you can't be careful when others meddle with your birth control.

That was the last time Bianca would allow things to slip out of control like that. This wasn't Chad’s game anymore Bianca realized if she were to go forward with this. To take this step Bianca couldnt be like Chad’s previous wife. Alexis she was weak she allowed chad to push her around… she was like Lexi but with inhibitions Lexi never had those. One could think that's why Bianca or Lexi won out in the end. Alexis got chad bored after years of boring marriage. Years of never being challenged years of trying to just be his wife. For any other man maybe Alexis would have been the ideal life. But That's the problem she let him decide Alexis tried to be a good wife.And that was the problem everything is a game to Chad especially Love. Or his concept of it at least.. After what happened between Chad and Lexi that fateful night after he did what he did Bianca had a choice. A)I could have allowed things to continue as they were B)Kill herself or C) Take Control make her own move in this game with Chad. At first yes She was weak Lexi didn't understand that it was all just a game of control.

Chad gave her that chance In that instant :Lexi realized she could have the power in her life. Not just over chad but over everything She didn't need to be so dependent on others she didn't need to do anything for the approval of others she did things for herself and only herself.Plans began to unfold in her mind ideas. The picture of her destiny was starting to take form.

“Lexi I am so happy that you are having me here.” Bianca looks up in disgust forgetting that my mother was there with her in the limo. Bianca had decided to let her in on the wedding maybe it was momentary insanity or just i wanted someone that i shared dna with there.

Bianca/Lexi glares at her in response. I never really got along with my mother. She always treated me like a prop something to make her look better in her own little social circles. Shed dress me up as her own personal little mini me for her friends “Oh look at Ophelia and her cute little daughter” . But she always liked Ethan more she always paid more attention to Bianca
‘s/Lexi’s older brother Ethan: He was the star in her eyes she didn't mind to share her precious spot light with him.

“You look so Beautiful Lexi.” She says to her daughter. She didn't like that sound that sound of this name her mother had given her. The name that had been forced on her because it seemed to be cuter. To fit more the image Ophelia wanted the painting of the reality of the beautiful mom and her cute daughter. But when the doors were closed when there was no reason to pamper her daughter or care for anything she did. Not the way Lexi’s father did he encouraged her her did things to make Lexi happy. Like taking her to the fair or buying her gifts. Ophelia was more concerned about getting tans or talking to her friends on the phone.

That's how Lexi see’s it at least that her mom was always more interested in herself than being any sort of mother. She blamed her mother for her parents seperating.For Lexi her mother was an excuse for everything that went wrong with her childhood. Her mother was the reason her learning disabilities went undiagnosed for several years. Why she didn't have many friends (never mind her own personality)

There was no doubt that Ophelia was a vain selfish person. That had not changed at all since Lexi’s childhood. But she realized age was catching up to her. And she had noticed many of her friends were proud of their children's achievements be they doctors, therapists or actors or whatever. She now saw that if her daughter was successful shed be successful by association. And Lexi knew this she knew that her mother wasn't trying to repent for her pathetic showing as mother during Lexi’s childhood. Having someone as rich as Chad evans as your son in law was definitely something that Ophelia could brag about. And Lexi’s career as a professional wrestler was really starting to hit its stride.

Maybe it was genuine pride in her daughter but that would never be the case if you asked Lexi herself. She had made it clear mother was the one she had wished died instead of her father on more than one occasion. Lexi had her mother here because she honestly didn't have anyone else to help her prepare for this. And the fact that Had hated her mother helped. Sure Lexi didn't like the presence of her mother but she wouldn't show it in front of Chad. If it aggravated Chad her “beloved” husband to be. Lexi would suffer through the annoyance of her mother.

“I am so excited to walk you down the Aisle Lexi” Lexi snarls in contempt at the thought of that. That her mother not her father would be walking her down the aisle. And the aisle wasn't a church but Chad. Because what church would allow a man that claims to be god get married within it. Chad just wanted a justice of the peace to do the ceremony as quickly as possible. Lexi would not have any of that.

“Yea...it's great.” That was the most Lexi could get out without losing her lunch. The thing was in reality she would probably have liked no one at the wedding as well just like Chad, they weren't that much different the fact was she had did like to do things purely to spite her husband to be. But at the same time. She did love Chad in her own way she admitted to herself that even when her hate for chad was at its worst she still have deep feelings. Hell there were moments where she was tempted to submit to him just out of habit and the fact...she kind of enjoyed it especially when he really took control when he really showed her who was boss. But this was there game they were playing for control.for power in the relationship.

“I can't believe how much you've grown up. It seems like only yesterday you were a little girl that was refusing to go to school without her daddy” Ophelia says filling with a genuine emotion remembering Lexi as a little girl. How different she was than...shy and innocent. She would have never thought that the girl she dressed up in cute little pigtails in matching outfits with her would turn out like this, This woman who just seemed to Exude confidence and power. Outside of her own selfish motivations she was legitimately proud of the woman Lexi had become. How much she had grown in the last year.

“Shut up Mom I don't need a trip down memory lane.” Lexi says in a very aggravated tone.

Ophelia sputters a little she was doing her best to stay on her daughters good side but that seemed to be a impossible task. Her daughter was different even from when she had spent time with her last year during that debacle with Aj Helms. Lexi was a different person than desperate for attention she thought that Aj Helms would be able to make her into something more. She was wrong but the spiral she fell in after that brought her to where she was now with Chad. And now an almost completely different person,

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One Day Earlier
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Bianca had showed up at her mom's home less than twenty four hours earlier looking like a modern day jackie o wearing a classy womens white designer outfit. She wore a pair of black sunglasses so Ophelia couldn't even tell if her Daughter was even looking at her most of the time.

“I’m getting married….I don't really have any other family but you and my idiot brothers and i sure as hell don't want either of them to walk me down the aisle so i guess it comes down to you….I really should have just texted you but i’m not sure i actually want you to have my number.” Lexi says she had a snobbish tone to her voice kind of reminding Ophelia of herself. Especially when she was younger more specifically when Lexi was a little girl. But Ophelia of course prefered to show off her body a lot more than Lexi was. But that comes with spending a fortune on work to make your body attract the eyes of any straight oxygen breathing man.

“Lexi I am so happy for you sweetheart! After all you’ve been through this is so great to hear.” Ophelia went to hug Lexi but Lexi stepped away giving her a look of what could only be described as disgust.

“Please don't….Will you be a part of my wedding...or should I hire a stand in?” Lexi says looking over the condo that she lived in just over a year ago. She ran her gloved finger over a family picture. She moves the dust from her own image. Tilting her head to the side as she inspected herself.

“When is the wedding?” Ophelia asked.

“Tomorrow...so I’m in a bit of a hurry” Lexi says pulling out her phone

“Isn't that a little quick.” Ophelia asks

“Chad and I just want to get it over with...do you have a problem with that.” Lexi says lowering her sunglasses and glaring at her mother.

“No of course not it's your big day.” Ophelia replies she could see her daughter was in a very irritable state.

“Alright i’ll send a car for you….wear something….that doesn't make you look like a complete whore the mother of the bride should not look like she belongs at a boat show or some shit. “

“Lexi...do you want me to help you get ready?...for the wedding?” Ophelia asks she wanted to get closer to her daughter to repair their relationship however she could...and also she was kind of broke and was hoping that maybe if Lexi wasn't so mad at her maybe she could lend her mother some money.

Lexi takes a breathe thinking for a second. “Why not you can be a bit of a judgemental cunt so you should be able to bitch people out if they are fucking shit up. “ Lexi says in a pretty aggravated tone.

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The Wedding
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I take a breathe as i look at my reflection in the mirror. Here we go...I’m getting married everything changes at this point. I want to look my best for him. I may be doing things for the soul purpose of pissing off my husband to be. But at the same time I want him to at the same time not have any i guess you would call it buyers remorse.

“Holy shit look at you bitch” I recognize the voice instantly as my former rival turned friend Channel Hunter. Which really is strange that we became friends after all she kicked my ass several times. I may have been kind of ok completely racist during our rivalry in chimera. But somehow we became friends. And it wasn't really fate or anything stupid like that it was Lenore Price Mason probably my only other friend who stood next to her smiling. I got up and quickly walked over to them and the three of us hugged.

“I can't believe you two are here.” I said smiling probably the first time on my wedding day.

Lexi looks to her mom and than flatly says “Mom….fuck off.I’ll get you when i needed you” Ophelia shakes her head and leaves the room.
“This is so awesome” Lexi says.

“I couldn't believe when i heard that my girl was getting married I told Channel and I just had to see...I was kind of half praying that it wasn't another Aaj situation but i can honestly say i'm not to sure if this is actually better. “ Lenore replies.

“But I didn't send anything...oh shit would Chad?” I say wondering. Would Chad actually do something like that for me. Invite my best friend to our wedding that really didn't seem like a Chad thing was he going to murder her or something or could Chad actually have good intentions.

“It wasn't you?” Lenore asks

“No weird...but that doesn't matter I am just so happy to have you two here that means i can actually have bridesmaids. “

“We’ll have to get with the bachelorette party later. We are gonna get you so fucked up” Channel says

“”Lets just worry about getting our girl ready for her big day.”

“I can't believe you cut your hair” Channel says looking me over.

“I wanted a change...you know for this new step in my life what do you think?”

“It does make you look older. Really you do look a lot more mature and it sure beats the pigtails you had earlier in the year” Channel says.

“Yea it was a phase i guess but i'm over it I really want to get serious you know not just with this relationship but just my life as a whole. You guys you always had it together or more than me. Lenore running her huge Company and Channel well you're just a badass. But I think all i ever had was i was the crazy one the goof ball. Channel was the badass,...Lenore was the Technician and what was i? I just… i feel like for so long I’ve depended on others.”

“You are always you're own worst critic Lexi”

“And sometimes what a team needs is the crazy one...at least for comedic relief.” Channel says.

“You’ve proven over the last year you don't need us to succeed. And I for one am proud of my best friend.” Lenore says pulling a single loose hair off my dress.

“So what have you two been up to?” Lexi asks.

“Work mainly i’ve been able to go on a few tours but the family business has really taken up alot of my time. “ Lenore says.

“I’ve traveling seeing the world had an awesome tour of europe that went from england to germany. Had some really good times girl but really it's not the time for that we gotta get that cute little ass of you're ready to get married. Even if it is to a giant asshole by the way what kind of prenup did he hit you with.” Channel remarks

“None….sure he’s been married before but to me this isn't an agreement i can take back on. We have our issues Chads an ass 90 percent of the time. But divorce isn't an option. This is literally till death do us part.” I respond.

“That's cute and all babe but lets face it most marriages don't last especially in this business” Channel says.

“I know but Chad and I are different. For me there is no one else. Even at his worst even when i despise chad more than anything in the world. I can't see myself being with someone else i don't see another option it's like impossible. I mean there are times that i hate the guy there are times that i want to crush his testicles into a smooth paste but no. I can't imagine being with anyone else. “ I say being the most honest I have been in some time.Often with chad it seemed to be a game well that's what it was but it seemed like we were always trying to deceive each other. Chad will always be smarter than me i know that. And for the last year this has been chads game he has controlled me in nearly every way but now it was my turn now it was my time to take the power but still. There was part of me that had moments where i just wanted to go back to being Chad’s personal toy...there were times where i kind of liked it….ok alot of times but still...there wasn't time for this i had to keep my head in the game.

“That’s sweet a tad on the demented side but sweet” Lenore says

“You two know I’m a terrible people person mainly because people are stupid but also just because I feel so much annoyance and anger pretty much all the time. With chad it’s strange yea I’m not the same submissive slave I was months ago but for me like I said there is no one else this isn’t going to be a blink and you’ll miss it marriage done for sweeps.” I quip

With the help of channel and Lenore and I guess I’ll admit it my mother she helped a bit to. This seemed to be just as important for her as it was me screaming at the florists to fix to floral arrangements. Most of the guests were just random people chad did his many outside of wrestling business ventures.or maybe chad just hired people to show up I don’t know but I could swear I saw cid turner and James Exeter out there at one point

We finish getting ready and the girls leave to take their place and i psyche myself up this is it,

“Lexi it's time to go...you look so amazing” My mother says.

“Fuck off mom” I respond.

She hands me the bouquet and one last moment as the old me I thought and that was truth this was the end of Lexi Von aaron the girl who came into SCW in the shadow of her brother. The third wheel in money inthe bank. The chick that got humiliated by Aj helms and his idiot friends over and over again. That girl was about to be erased and a woman would stand in her place. A woman that wasn't just Chad Evans wife because let's face it that shit has been done before but his equal. That is my mission now that is my purpose to be the equal to this man...no god I am married to.

The music hits and we walked down the aisle My mother is walking too close it just feels like she is trying to steal my spotlight so i send an elbow into her midsection she gasps for air taking a step back getting the message loud and clear this was my moment this was my time.

I look up and finally meet eyes with Chad he looks at me in only the way chad can i shoot him a smirk back. I tried to hide the genuine happiness i was feeling because if chad was feeling anything he was hiding it but i doubt he was hiding anything he looked relax but it wasn't like he looked like he was in heaven or anything.

The priest of non descript religion began “We are gathered here today to celebrate this union of this woman...and this man….i mean this God. In the union of marriage a sacred vow between two people….do i really need to say this….”

Chad glares at the priest.

“This God and His bitch…. United together in marriage on this day. Will be a day celebrated for years to come. Now…..if you will the rings.”

Lenore Brings me my ring while Chads lawyer i guess he couldn't get anyone else to be his best man brings him his.
“The ring signifies the bond between the two for you.”

I roughly force the ring on chads finger i admit i may have tried to break his finger in the process. But Chad he just smiles and carefully slides the finger on my hand.

“The Bride and groom have written their own vows”

“Lexi...When i first met you. You were going to kill yourself...well we may have met before that but honestly you didn't make the slightest impact on me. Anyways when we met you were weak. Stupid and ignorant. And at least now you are only one of those. Over the last year i have seen you grow as a person. You were a vicious little cunt already but now you are calculating and sometimes downright diabolical. You make me want to slap you in the face almost constantly with how smug you are sometimes just by that ignorant expression on your face. You are a one of a kind person. I thought at one point you were just another stuck up rich girl with daddy issues. But yes you are definitely a stuck up rich girl with daddy issues. You are also a greedy conniving bitch that nothing is ever enough for. You sometimes disgust me to my very core with just how awful a person you can be...And I’m Chad fucking Evans that shouldn't be possible. I hate so much in this world. And the very thought of how i feel for you deep down it has made me sick to my stomach. But you just never gave up you never flinched no matter how i treated you. But I will admit it now Lexi I love you.” Chad says holding my hand I smile as i feel that he is now bending my finger he was such a bastard.

“Chad my god..,, I was a girl when we first got together. A stupid ignorant girl that was obsessed with a boy whose balls haven't dropped yet. I didn't know what I needed because I didn't need a pathetic boy with daddy issues and a sickening case of peter pan syndrome. I needed a god who would use me and abuse me. And make me his in every way possible. You taught me how weak i truly was. You pushed me to limits i didn't know existed.You could make me feel like Shit chad you did things to me that were so terrible i think most of the people here would be puking. But I took it all because I wanted to be worthy. I wanted to be more than i was and because of that and because of you. I have become stronger.I had to or you would have just cast me aside like all the other woman you've had in your life. I knew if i wanted to be anything to you i had to take you're very worst. And the thing is no matter how bad it was no matter how cruel the things you did to me were. I wanted it I wanted you're worst to prove that i was worthy of being by your side this was my goal this was my end game. And in the end...yes I love you Chad I love you more than anything I have ever loved in my entire life...but more importantly...I win. “ I says with a victorious smile.

“Now do you Chad...take this woman as your wife.”The priest asks.

“Well after that I suppose i have to” Chad says looking at me/

“Do you Take Chad as you're husband till death do you part.” the priest says to me.

“Till my dying breath…and forever after that” I respond.

“Than with the power vested in me I now pronounce you god...and do i really have to say this….”Chad looks sternly at the priest “Fine...God and his Bitch Wife you may now kiss the bride.”

We kiss and it's good he holds me tight in his arms this is my moment my victory i’ve beaten chad he tortured me used me and treated me like garbage but in the end i won. Our lips move together for several moments and than i move my lips to his ear and whisper “I had an abortion” and than I kiss him once more smiling as I pull away i have him Chad is shocked. Chad is shaken I wonder how mad he is but i know that this is my moment in our game...I won. See the reason I had my mom involved in this wasn't just to walk me down the aisle but to drive me to and from the abortion clinic. If she wanted back in my life she had to do that she had to help me execute my end game on Chad.

Later while we are signing the Wedding certificate that's when the end of Lexi Von Aaron truly came. I saw Chad sign his name and I realized that i didn't have to be the girl i was that i wasn't that girl anymore and in fact Lexi wasn't even my real name. Well i didn't just realize it. And it came as mother said “I am so proud of you lexi” In genuine excitement as i was about to sign my name. I hated the name Lexi...I hated the person Lexi because it represented my weakness. Because in truth I may have been known to the world as Lexi Von Aaron. I was always Bianca that was always my birth name the name my father gave me. And that was the name I signed…

That was my rebirth I had won the game with Chad. I had transformed myself and grown more than i ever thought I would. I was ready for a new life. I was ready for more and to have everything that i ever desired….Lexi Von Aaron is Dead…..Long Live….

Bianca Evans.

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Ophelia: Ladies and Gentlemen I am Ophelia Von Aaron Mother to Ethan Von Aaron...And more importantly the future of SCW. My Pride and joy Le- Bianca Evans. It is my honor to introduce her to you all on what may be the most important series of shows that may define the rest of her career. Fatal Fortunes the one time of year where everything is dependant on Luck. Anything is possible. My daughter is walking into this event with nothing. She has nothing to lose you may think that means that she is nervous you may think that this puts her at a disadvantage. But No Bianca is laser focused because this may be the night she may win Her first Singles title in SCW. Or maybe a match against one of the company's biggest stars. Or maybe a rematch for the tag team titles… or a match against an old rival. Anything is possible but mark my words Bianca will shine. Bianca will make the most of this opportunity. Apocalypse didn't go exactly as she planned or was this a statement. To show the world that some things aren't meant to be. Katie Steward was handed the opportunity to complete her legacy. She was handed the opportunity to become Supreme Champion and she failed not Bianca. You may say Bianca was pinned but that wasn't her fault. That was Katie's Failure as a partner that was because my Daughter spent the entire match carrying the entire weight of the team on her back alone. She thought she was teaming with a Goddess. A woman that could carry her own weight but...this was Bianca’s one and only mistake she believed that Katie was the woman she was years ago. She believed that Katie wanted this...She wanted to make history.

Ophelia shakes her head is disgust.

Ophelia: Katie let my daughter down because of her weakness because she is a shell of the woman she once was. My daughter stood by her and praised her legacy. She made the mistake of believing she was teaming with someone that wanted to do something amazing. That Katie wanted to do something that would place her name in the company of some of the greats in SCW history. But Katie Steward she pretty much proved herself to be perhaps the greatest case of false advertisement in perhaps the history of everything.

Ophelia: Katie Steward committed a cry against my daughter. My daughter looked up to Katie she gave her an opportunity she made gave up an opportunity at regaining the tag team titles with her husband Chad Evans. But my daughter perhaps the greatest up and coming star in SCW. Saw something in Katie she believed Katie still had it in her she still was the Goddess she once was. The Goddess she still claims to be but that is a LIE. Because a Goddess would not have let her partner down in the manner that Katie Steward let down my daughter,. As a goddess it was Katie’s duty as a goddess. To bring about Victory...so the truth is…

Ophelia. The truth is the one truth is that Katie Steward is a LIAR! So now as I let that sink in as this is the thought i want to leave you with before hear the sweet sound of my beloved daughter. The WIFE OF GOD HIMSELF Chad Evans….Ladies and gentlemen my pride and joy and the greatest thing I could ever claim to have any credit in creating. Bianca Evans.

Ophelia steps away and walks off camera as the curtain behind her pulls open. And We see Bianca Evans sitting on a toll bar stool like chair wearing a black fluffy fur coat. With a silver blouse beneath it. And a wearing a pair of black leather pants with black heels.

Bianca: I apologize for my mother she's ridiculously annoying, a bit of an idiot and she's also unemployed. Wait I’m not sorry but all of the rest of it is true.But My mother despite being both unemployed and stupid is correct in what she said just now.

Bianca: So Apocalypse...I said Apocalypse was the beginning that it was where I begin my journey. And that's what i did tonight. You may not think it with the result you may ignorantly believe that i failed. But that was just one step

Bianca: But now that i’ve done that it's the next step. Because tag team wrestling isn’t my goal. History is my goal. Will i wrestle in tag matches of course it really can't be avoided. But i’m not here to make a division better i’m not here to make any specific title matter. I am here to make history i am here to be the talking point after every show. I am here to go out there every night be it with a microphone or be it in that ring. And make myself the soul focus. Even if i only have a single moment on breakdown you can sure as hell believe i will make it be the one moment you remember.

Bianca:I’m not here to open shows...or just earn my paycheck. I am here to mark my words make history. I am here to make myself the center of SCW by any means necessary. And by the mere fact that i am God's wife this is my right damnit. Earlier this years i had one of the best win loss records in SCW. I left because honestly i hated SCW i hated the politics i hated the favoritism. I hated the fact that there were people in that locker room that aren't even worth cleaning the dirt from my boots with their tongues. Given more opportunities than me. Getting tv time that should have been mine. It's

Bianca: And I wish it was because I wasn't good enough i wish it was. But it's all about who you know. How much money you're “Supporters” put in. Whose ass you kiss. I’ve been here nearly 3 years. And The fact that i get better than i was each day. That I crash through each glass ceiling they “Try” to put over my head. Proves even further just how good i am. There are people within SCW that didn't want me to ever hold a title they never wanted me to ever hold a title because the heat the von aaron name carried. From the things my brother did in here and in IWC. But I’m not my brother he was at one point a perverted asshole who thought he was better than he ever could be. I KNOW I am better than he EVER was. I did that by doing what he could never do by winning the SCW tag team titles.

Bianca: And you think once I showed this company that i was worthy that i could be a champion they would start showing me the damn respect I deserve. But instead they stack the deck against my husband and i. They make it the one match where you can get counted out or dqed and lose a title. They wouldn't have done that to a helms...or a street or the celestial cow but they did that to me they did that to my husband and i because no team had what it takes to beat us in the ring. No team had it in them to be good enough to pin either of us or make us submit.

Bianca: Chad then came back my sweet hubby and nearly won Taking hold of the flame. So close yet again my love but so far. He’s always been great when motivated he’s always been able to adapt with the times. He sent me back here to SCW to make my own story. Yes he is a part of it. He always will be till the day we are both dead. But right now it isn't his story...it's mine. Gods bitch...Wife. And I am going to make history. Bianca Evans will be the name on everyone's lips. Be it from my actions inside the ring or out it makes no difference because each show whether you love me or you hate me I will be the one you will be talking about. And not cause of my ass or how attractive i am. No because of my actions. I’ve transformed myself because i don't need to wear short skirts. I don't need to have my ass half out. Or look like some fetish the idiot fanboys may have. I am here to win...to take advantage of every opportunity I earn because believe me i will have earned each and every opportunity i will have earned each moment of SCW television time i receive. Because I am that good because i am better than everyone else in this company.

Bianca: The Tag titles...they aren’t enough for me...for me they are just the opening act of my legacy. And what an opening Act winning the tag titles from two beloved world champions. One who would move on to main event and win rise to greatness. And another...who didn't end up quite so well. But that's not important now what is...is the future. IS the Right now not the relics of the past that litter this company. That take up time that young talent that talent that is just hitting it's prime should be getting. But instead we are getting yet another scw equivalent of another shitty jurassic park sequel.

Bianca: I am not alone in this belief that SCW is obsessed with becoming some sort of decrypt old folks home. The SCW Champion Sienna Swann she agrees with me. We don't want to see Syren vs Starr for the one thousandth time. We don't want to hear Rayvn Drown on about how smart she is. Or Chbk drag his decomposing corpse out to the ring again in an attempt to steal the spotlight yet again. The time of the Ancients is over. It is time for SCW to step forward to step into the future. Our Numbers are only growing. Young talented wrestlers who don't want to just open the show. Don't want to wait for their spot in line. We want to TAKE what we deserve.

Bianca:I for one am not going to wait in line when someone takes their 30th shot at the SCW Title before i’ve had my first. I am not going to warm up the crowd to work my ass for some giaratric ass. It's time for the future and these Fossils they aren't going to accept that. No they are just as entitled as they are old. We need to TAKE what is rightfully ours. And I am going to do just that with YOU Katie Steward.

Bianca :I gift wrapped the chance to make history to be a supreme champion. And you failed I didn't fail you did. It is ALL your fault. You were selfish and weak and that is why we aren’t tag team champions right now. That is why I didn't get to make the moment of history i promised. But you have something I want...The title of Goddess Katie...I want it. I deserve it. I am the wife of GOD HIMSELF Chad Evans. You need to face the reality that I am everything you were in your prime. Before you were relegated to preshows and hardly an afterthought. When you were the focus of this company when this world revolves around you instead of barely noticing you like it does now.

Bianca: See I saw this as going one of two ways you pass the torch to me. In thanks for handing you the one accolade you had failed to achieve or I take it from you by force. That is what this is about that's what it was always about from the moment i came back. Tj was just the beginning I will take everyone from you. I will beat your daughters if that's what it takes. I will break Robin Brooks arm. I will cripple each and every member of you're little brat pack. If that is what needs to be done. Because I am the future...and you are the fuse that the torch of my legacy will be lit from. You surround yourself with people that tell you how great you are. Like tj...which by the way i hope he delivered the message to you. That I will never beg...for ANYTHING again. I don't ASK for what I want I TAKE it. You are a legend in this company...one of the greatest ever. But you’ve stayed past you're time because let me see….

Bianca checks her phone.

Bianca: Well what do you know it says your time is up. And it's time for someone else to take up that flame. You're daughters they can't. They just don't have it in them. It's MY TIME NOW. I already took your place at Chad’s side. I already did the one thing you couldnt. And I am not finished because I am going to make my legacy in this company. And beating you is what i am going to do. Katie I am coming for you…And not just to pin you in that ring...not just to make you submit but for so much more.

Bianca: Fatal Fortunes...This is something that you can never tell where you are going to be. Anything can happen. You are going in blind to what may be just another day in SCW. Or the biggest opportunity of a lifetime. I could be facing some idiot like Total Terror. Or I could finally have an opportunity at that is a career highlight. I am preparing for the latter. I am going into this show preparing to face the very best in SCW. I am training with the idea that since I am God's Wife. I will be given the opportunity I DESERVE. I am putting my chips on the table with the confidence knowing whatever is put in front of me. I am going to get everything I can out of it.

Bianca: Three years i have waited i have been patient i have been one of the hottest acts in this company. And I have yet to get what I deserve I have yet to be treated with the prestige that should be given to me. So the obvious solution is to forget about being given what I deserve and TAKE it. Snatch up whatever i can not like a rat taking the scraps...But like a bird of prey swooping down and snatching that rat and tearing it apart.

Bianca: Boss man...You are looking at one of the people on this roster that is going to be carrying this company for years to come. I am ready for whatever match you give me. What ever opponent...I will WIN. I will beat who ever you put against me because i am done playing games I am done being manipulated or doing anything anyone else that isn't me. I have this belief you see that fate...It's on my side. That i am going to hit the jackpot in these nights it doesn't matter if it's week one or two. Part of me obviously hopes that on night one i hear my name called and i walk through that curtain and All eyes will be on me. And you Boss man will see with your own eyes why despite everything i’ve done. Despite all of the trouble i’ve caused. All the valuable members of this roster that i came from a second from crippling. I know i’ve been a pain in the ass. I know i’ve been a sliver away from being unemployed. But Now for your patience boss man for the faith you had in me. It's all going to pay off. I am going to show you that every penny of my contract that scw pays me. Is worth tenfold. That I am the greatest investment this company has ever made. I am you're building block to the future. And you can talk about my demons...about my past issues. But In that ring you can NEVER deny that I have DELIVERED each and every time SCW has bet on me.

Bianca: Boss man you’ve gotta just face the facts. That this bitch right here...me Bianca Evans. I am this company's future. I am that once and a lifetime talent company’s just pray falls into their laps. This isn't spoken from ego or some bullshit false sense of entitlement like some other idiots in that locker room. GOD HIMSELF has gifted you with the new franchise of this company. You can take those old mules you’ve been dragging out for years. Out back and put a bullet between their eyes...Or better yet allow me the pleasure but not just a bullet A “B-Trigger”

Bianca says pointing to the camera with both hands in a gun like gesture.

Bianca: It's time that this company takes another step in the future. I said it already I am not alone there are others that agree with me. That it is time for change it is time for a new SCW. It's the nature of Business Boss man. You know it's true SCW needs to change with the times it NEEDS to evolve. If it doesn't it's going to fall apart just like these relics we have on the roster are. Injured bruised and broken shattered visions of the stars they once were. SCW has been a kind employer to these people but the truth is it's time for SCW to move on it's time for SCW to back a new horse. It's time to get over the long term denial SCW it's time to stop hitting rewind and retreading the same thing for the millionth time. Accept the Future accept the reality that it's time to move on.

Bianca: I am OUT OF PATIENCE! I am Sick of waiting for my time to come. I am SICK and tired of being told to just take a damn spot in line. I am NOT going to wait in line for a second longer while others who have had the opportunities i deserve hundreds of times. Get second chance after second chance. SCW doesn't belong to the relics of the past. No more waiting this Bitch is coming into fatal fortunes with the intent purpose of making an impact of taking advantage of any and every situation. If you don't believe me just sit back and watch the show...As I steal it. It's this bitch here’s time!

Bianca says pointing to herself.

Owen Cruze - Fatal Fortunes

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 14:37:31 +0000

Here you go guys, loved writing this... love this event to be fair

Good luck to everyone :-)

Lucky

Har Megiddo

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 13:29:01 +0000

The rattle of chains and cages can be heard, overcut by footsteps moving closer and closer to the source of the sounds. As the poorly-lit corridor illuminates, Damian Angel can be seen walking through his catacombs until he reaches his caged quarters…

The home of Behemoth, Malphas, and Kali, the trio who complete Har Megiddo. Damian walks to them, a smirk on his face as they turn away from each other, facing him up front. Damian sets his cane against the wall behind him, stepping forward and opening their cages. They step through, surrounding their leader.

Damian: “The time is at hand…”

Damian turns to walk away from them, expecting the trio to follow. However, they do not. Damian, not hearing footsteps behind him, stops, turning his head in their general direction.

Damian: “It’s time to go.”

He remains in place, his head turned towards the three, who confer amongst themselves. Damian, growing impatient, turns to face them.

Damian: “We have a war to attend to. You three are my soldiers. I am your General and when your General says “march”, you march. Do you understand?”

They do not answer. Instead, they snarl and stand in place, prompting Damian to completely turn towards them, a forced smile on his face.

Damian: “We are at a critical impasse in our quest to purge the cancer that is Supreme Championship Wrestling out of the landscape. And while you three have failed me before, I am still offering you a pivotal role in the change. And when we are successful, you will be subject to riches beyond your limited comprehensions. You will be revered almost as highly as I am. Do you understand?”

The trio look to each other… Kali steps forward.

Kali: “No more cages.”

Damian cocks his eyebrow, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth.

Damian: “Demands?”

Kali: “No more chains.”

Damian steps forward, surveying the lone woman and de facto leader of the trio when Damian is not around. He looks her up and down, circling around her like a shark.

Damian: “Fine. I’ll return your quarters to the tower.”

Damian turns to walk down the corridor.

Damian: “Now let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

Without further questioning, Kali begins to follow Damian, soon followed by Malphas and Behemoth. The quartet exits the dungeon quarters and the scene fades.

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KALI
“Fatal Fortunes… hehehe… I love the name of it! The fortune you seek can be SNATCHED out of your grasp, and you will be left writing and bleeding, left FATALLY wounded! It’s just so DELICIOUS, isn’t it? Damian tells us that this is our chance to bring some CHAOS to SCW… to take on some poor SUCKERS who think they’re going to get ahead… but they won’t get ahead, oh no! Not on us! No… they’re going to STAND in front of us and FALL under our feet! We are going to take whoever is put in front of us and make them SUFFER! It isn’t wins and losses… we’re not your typical “rasslers”. Har Megiddo isn’t a group… it’s a storm! IT’S A GALE FORCE HURRICANE TEARING THROUGH YOUR TOWN! Leaving you destitute! You make FATAL… hehehe… FATAL mistakes every time you treat us like we’re JUST ANOTHER GROUP! WE ARE NOTHING LIKE YOU! And we will not hesitate to do WHATEVER WE DAMN WELL PLEASE to leave you broken, bloodied and EMPTY Inside! Your little bells… I LOVE your little bells ringing! DING DING DING DING DING!!! You use them thinking they will STOP us, but they just ENCOURAGE us! And through Fatal Fortunes… hehehehehe… we will DESTROY you!”

MALPHAS
“It is written that people oppose what they do not understand… what they FEAR. You are right to stand against Har Megiddo. You are right to FEAR US! You are right to fear ME. I have been imbued with great power by our master, Damian Angel, and that power releases me from the bonds and restrictions that had once dragged me down. That power frees me from your rules and your expectations. I answer to one master alone – and it is not you people. It is Damian, and when He bids that I rip apart some poor, hapless individual, I do so without hesitation. Whether you understand or not, whether you accept my position or not, I do what He bids. And I… and Har Megiddo… we are not alone. What you do not TRULY understand is that we are not alone. You look at us… you see us three standing behind The Devil Himself, and you think we are the end of it. We are only the beginning. You think His influence stops with us? Do not be fooled. You think escaping us ends the threat of Har Megiddo? It. Does. Not. We are everywhere. We are always watching… waiting… and ready to rip you apart!”

BEHEMOTH
“I WILL DESTROY ANY WHO STAND IN MY PATH! YOUR NAMES… YOUR REPUTATIONS… ARE IRRELEVANT! I WILL CRUSH YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS AND WEAR YOUR BLOOD AS A BADGE! YOU WILL NEVER SURVIVE BEHEMOTH!!”

Tot Chelovek

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:58:41 +0000

REC:

"Fatal Fortunes.....

Oh wait, do you think it was some hot Russian chick, daddy? Nah, it seems like I don't have an account so your boy the Manvelous, Mantacular Manvel needs to borrow another so if you expected to see her? Sorry, I'm trolling daddy.

So this Fatal Fortunes, it's anything goes, whatever match you are picked, whetever jabroni you have to face? Listen. we all know there are no jamokes that can stand up to Human Mantipede. See, daddy, the Battle Royal is my match, the SCW will draw plenty of them in Fatal Fortunes and I will dropkick every ham n' egger out of the ring until there is only one Mantastic Manly Man remaining... MANVEL!

Derek and I are going to KABLAMAstrut and stroll all over the SCW the next few weeks. You ladies get to see my pecs, toid, glutes, tri's and bi's. See, what I notice is there is some dude calling himself Total Terror? There is Syren, Ravyn, Thirteen? Who the hell calls himself after a number? They will fall. I will grease up Kennedy Street and show Jonny how to handle a Sexy Flawless Diva! There is Bree Lancaster, she needs a little more oily love after Blake and her went splitsville. There is plenty of Manvel to go around sister, remember that doll. I don't care if you are the main Event or Clamidya, if I have to pin STD to get a title shot around here that's exactly what I will do....

Because at Fatal Fortunes?

The Lubed Up Assassin is going to be Mansturbating with wins?

ALL NIGHT LONG!"

/REC

An Abigail of Two Worlds... [Lohan's FF rp]

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:39:17 +0000

“This should be fun,” Abigail Lindsay said to Katelyn Buehler while looking at her menu as they wait for Dawn and Daisy at Homestead On The Roof, a restaurant on the rooftop of Roots Homemade Pizza.

For Katelyn, Abigail knew those magic four words were music to her ears. To the company they are expecting to join them on this day? (Or anyone for that matter) Her saying ‘this will be fun’ are words they normally dread. And that is the way she prefers it. She enjoys the notion of keeping people on their toes. Life is best enjoyed without knowing what is going to happen next, in truth, Abigail didn’t know what was going to happen next. All she knew is she wanted this double date more than anything. What happens next, she hopes Dawn will find a way to forgive her if everything went wrong...

Abigail suggested weeks ago that herself, Dawn, Katelyn and Daisy Lee spend a night on the town together. Why not? They earned it. Dawn’s main concern was if Daisy would feel comfortable being out among a huge group of people. From what Dawn has told Abigail, Daisy has her good and bad days, nothing over the top, the whole ‘Red Rayne’ thing. For Abigail, the curious bee in her finds Red Rayne fascinating. Strange response? Probably. As the SCW universe has found out, Abigail is far from normal herself. Dawn did come through for Abi. Daisy agreed to join them in Chicago. That made Abigail more excited then Dawn was anticipating. Hence the worry on Dawn’s end. Abigail feels Dawn does trust her, what Dawn will always been anticipating is what the heck Abigail will say next.

Katelyn leans over to kiss Abigail on the cheek. “Every moment with you is fun.”

Abigail set the menu down. She looks into the sparkling eyes of her girlfriend. “You always find the sweetest things to say.”

“I can’t help it.” Katelyn smirks.

Abigail takes a quick scan of the restaurant, everyone is consumed either eating their food, having idle conversations with their current company, the waiters at the establishment are going about their normal business. She checks her watch wondering what is taking Dawn and Daisy so long. Shrugging, she leans in, kisses Kate on lips. Then she presses her lips next to Katelyn’s year.

“I dropped my pen.” Abigail mischievously says.

“I didn’t see with-” Katelyn stops herself. “Oh? But your sister and Daisy could be here any minute.”

Abigail mischievous whispers. “And...”

Abigail pulls away. Katelyn takes a quick scan of the restaurant to see if anyone is watching. Before Katelyn can make any move to “retrieve Abigail’s pen;” Abigail sighs seeing Daisy and Dawn step onto the rooftop. She waves at them to come over where they are seated. Dawn pulls a chair out for Daisy. She sits down. Dawn takes a seat herself.

Abigail nudges Katelyn in the shoulder. “Kate... pen.”

“Not now.” Katelyn giggles.

“You dropped your pen, Abi? I can get it for you” Dawn says looking to be helpful.

Abi and Kate both look at each other. They share an all knowing laugh. Dawn looks at both of them confused why they are having a blast over the most mundane thing. Daisy on the other hand does not appear comfortable at all as she does her best to avoid soaking in her surroundings.

“That’s okay, Dawnie. Perfectly fine.” Abigail smirks.

“Aren’t you going to pick up your pen?” Dawn ask.

Abigail waves Dawn off.“No worries. Both of you are here.” Abigail says with a smile. She looks at Daisy. “That’s the most important. Daisy. You look stunning.”

With a stoic expression on her face, Daisy says “Thanks...” Then Daisy looks at Katelyn. “This isn’t awkward for you?”

Katelyn shakes her head. “Nope. Not at all. I don’t hold your sister putting mine in a wheelchair against you. Clean slate as far as I’m concerned.”

Daisy nods, “Good to know.”

The exchange between Katelyn and Daisy brought a smile to Dawn’s face.

Abigail clears her throat. This makes Kate, Dawn and Daisy collectively turn their attention to her. “Ladies, thanks for agreeing to this lovely get together. Means a lot. Granted, Katelyn will follow me into a desert if I asked. That in itself is besides the point. The four of us have come a long way. You two...” she points to Dawn and Daisy, “went from two members of a colorful blood cult to lovers. Me and Kate? You already know our story. True loves prevails in the end. So I was told. We need to remember to stop to smell the roses from time to time. Tonight is all about celebrating the fun times.”

As moving as Abigail’s speech was, Dawn tilts her head to the side. “Abi...”

“Yes dear.” Abigail responds.

“You’re right. We have come along way. I’m just curious, what do you have planned?”

“I’m hurt.” Abigail frowns. “Would I really try anything with a roof top full of people?”

Kate, Abi and Daisy collectively give Abigail the ‘who are you trying to fool’ look. This makes Abigail smirk. “Relax Dawnie. Nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen. Scouts honor.”

Dawn half halfheartedly smirks. “That’s not reassuring.”

“Dawn--” Katelyn interjects. “Enjoy the show. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“Don’t mind me. I just want tonight to be perfect.” Dawn grabs Daisy’s hand. “Thanks for inviting us.”

“What would make this night even more perfect? If Britt was here. Still holding out hold for Brittany and your sister, Daisy.” Abigail winks in Daisy’s direction. Reminding everyone that at one point Brittany was so horny for Rachel once (probably still is...) cuts the tension in the air. Katelyn; Dawn, even Daisy collectively laughs.

“Don’t let Britt hear you say that.” Dawn smiles.

“Hey! You’re the one who preaches about hope; I learned from the best.” Abigail responds.

“Don’t put this on me.” Dawn

“It could happen.” Daisy cuts in.

Dawn curiously looks at Daisy. “It could?”

Daisy shrugs. “Life is unpredictable. Like your sister said. I was your... mother. Look at us now. Stranger things have happened.”

“See, Dawnie.” Abigail says with great enthusiasm. “Daisy gets it.”

Abigail extends her fist over the table. Daisy bumps fist with Abi. This brings a smile to Dawn’s face. So far, so good. The evening has been in her point of view, wonderful.

Idle chat followed. A white female waiter with blonde hair made herself available to the foursome. Abi ordered a 16 oz New York Strip Steak. Katelyn ordered Roast Chicken. Dawn requested the Alaskan Halibut, and Daisy order the Filet Mignon. When the waiter went away, Dawn cautiously looked at her sister. “Are you sure you’ll pay for all this?”


Abigail nudges Kate. “Show’em Kate.”

Katelyn digs into her wallet to produce a black card. Dawn and Daisy are taken by surprise that Kate has a black card, she has never been known for making outlandish purchases. “Blake gave it to me. I didn’t want to take it. He insisted. I mainly use this if the kids really need anything. He wouldn’t mind us putting this to good use.”

Taken aback, Dawn says; “Wow. Never expected that.”

“Blake has made a lot of mistakes. Haven’t we all? I have. The biggest mistake I nearly cost me the love of my life.” Katelyn kisses Abigail on the cheek. She blushes instantly.

“You know how to make a girl feel special, Kate.”

Katelyn places her hand on Abigail’s, “Can’t help it.”

“There’s still a pen on the floor, Kate.” Abigail giggles.

Katelyn briefly looks at Dawn, then Daisy, then back to Abigail. With a mischievous grin she ask, “Are you sure?”

The light bulb finally goes off in Dawn’s head. Up until now she believed Abigail was talking about a literal pen. She sighs to herself for not getting the context of what Abigail is saying. “Now I get it.”

Daisy looks at Dawn. “Get--” Not wanting to leave Daisy out of the inside joke, Dawn leans over to whisper in Daisy’s ear what Abigail has been alluding to since the both of them arrived for dinner. At first, Daisy’s widen, she knows Abigail can be out there. Didn’t figure Abi to be that much of an exbitiionist. Once the shock wears off, Daisy shakes her head.

“Come on...” Abigail pouts. “It's better when people watch.”

“I disagree.” Dawn insist.

“Still hung up on the whole sister thing? Does it make it half awkward that we’re half sisters?”

Dawn shakes her head. In response, Abigail smirks. Katelyn shakes her head while chuckling underneath her breath. Daisy looks at everyone likely thinking what the heck did I just get into.

“Ok. Fine.” Abigail shrugs. “It's no secret that I love to play games. A girl has to entertain herself somehow. Kate, Dawnie, you girls know me well enough that I try the best I can do be who I am without complicating your lives too much. Chaos can’t be controlled. It can be minimized to an extent. I do get my thrills cheaply. Could be worse. I could be New Eden Abigail all over again. Fun times, right?”

Everyone at the table shakes their head as Abigail expected. “Thought so. I want to run an idea by you girls. Don’t freak out. It has the possibility of being fun.”

Abigail takes a deep breath. “Daisy, you said it was possible that Britt could get everything she ever wanted. How about we test that theory.”

Daisy responds. “What do you suggest.”

“WE... the four of us find a way to see if we can nudge Britt and Rachel together.”

Katelyn, Dawn and Daisy didn’t know how to react at first. The idea of ribbing Brittany for her obsession about Rachel was a funny talking point, to but to try to make magic happen? Only Abigail could come up with a chaotic idea like that. Dawn is the first to speak up, “Slight problem with that, Abi. Rachel is married. Britt found happiness with Matty Stone.”

Abigail shrugs. “So?”

“This was going well.” Daisy remarked. She leans forward, subtly glaring at Abigail. “I am not up for disrupting my sister’s life for you play matchmaker.”

Abigail nonchalantly replies, “Do you truly think, in your heart of hearts, that Josh Hudson is the guy?”

Daisy ponders what Abigail just said. Leaning back in her chair, she responds, “I have my doubts about him, yes. Rachel loves him. Nothing we can do about it.”

Abigail drinks from her glass of water. “This isn’t about love or my desire to see what could come of this. At the end of the day, this is about the established order of things. We will all win. The Lee/Lohan connection has always been strong. We can solidify that.”

“What about Matty?” Dawn interjects, “What about our niece [Miranda]? She has taken a liking to him. We can’t play God with people’s lives like this.”

“Your sister is right, sweetie.” Katelyn grabs Abigail’s hand. “I know you mean well. I truly do. Love conquers all in the end. If Brittany and Rachel are meant to be, they will be meant to be. No games. Please. Drop this.”

Abigail looks into Kate’s eyes as her girlfriend pleads with her to drop this idea that playing matchmaker for a second time is not the career path she wishes to take. Especially this. Abi doesn’t take long to ponder her reckless decision. She sighs. “Ok. Fine.”

Katelyn, proud of Abi for listening to her, hugs Abi as tight as she can. Abi frowns, denying herself a chance to play a dangerous game. Dawn, on the other hand, smiles at the fact Katelyn does have some influence over her sister. That’s a positive. Daisy, she breathes a sigh of relief. Could have gotten awkward.

Dawn says with appreciation, “Thanks Abi.”

Abi kisses Kate to let her know she appreciates her for being the good person that she is. Soon, the female waiter returns to the table with some of the dishes in her hand. She places a plate in front of Dawn and Daisy. As the evening continues, all Abigail can think about is the next game she wants to play. She has every intention of dropping the Brittany-Rachel ship. She needed to have fun. Just a matter of where she gets her next fix...

Abigail stands up. All three look at her. With a charming smile she says, “Ladies room is calling my name.”

Abigail makes the long walk all the way to the bathroom. Once inside, she locks the door to ensure no one comes in. As she stares in the mirror, she thinks about the time Supreme Championship Wrestling went to Las Vegas to do a show. She closes her eyes...

~~3 Weeks Ago~~

A day prior to SCW Breakdown, Abigail and numerous SCW employees stopped by Klub Kaos. What makes the trip to this particular club special is that is a business owned by a woman who played a role in the career, Cindy Todd. Via the relationship she had with Willow, that was her ticket into New Eden. The group dominated IWC for a time. New Eden suffered the fate most groups refuse to see coming, the end, Abigail’s end came with Cindy Todd herself when the lovely ladies of Seraglio assaulted Abigail. Cindy delivered the final blow. Beatdowns like the one that put Abigail in the hospital is water under the bridge. She made up with Cindy awhile ago. Anyone else would likely hate Cindy for what transpired. Abigail knew she had the beatdown coming. She embraced it. As much as one can, that is. As Abigail sits in the office of Cindy Todd sharing a glass of wine with her former mentor, she feels a sense of comfort. Good to be home. A home among many in her times of nomadding herself around the country as well as wrestling companies all throughout the world.

“Cheers to living our best lives.” Abigail held up her wine glass.

Cindy, who is sitting behind her desk, stoically looks at Abigail. One of the many things that draws her to Cindy is, she never knew what Cindy was thinking at any given moment in time. Cindy picks up her glass. Nonchalantly, Cindy says; “Are you certain you’re living yours?”

Abigail nods, “Of course. I’m tag champion with my sister. Katelyn is where she belongs. Can’t get any better than this.”

Cindy pushes the chair away from the desk. She stands up. Walking around the desk, she sits down on the desk in front of Abigail. With her arms folded, Cindy matter of factly says, “Sure it can, when you’re honest with yourself.”

Abigail replies. “No need to lie.”

“Didn’t say you were lying, Abigail. We have a unique understanding of each other. No one understands the depths of who you are better than I do.”

Not taking her eyes off Cindy, Abigail says, “Better than me?”

“Yes. Quite.” Cindy nods. “I’m happy for you. Truly, I am. I still see you living the same habitual pattern you always have. It all comes down to you living in two separate worlds, their world, and the one you created inside of your own head. The Abigail I know wakes up every day thinking about how she is going to play the game. You think about what pieces on the chess board to move in order to get the result you want. Your smart. You know you need to blend in to an extent. I do it too. This club, provides a good cover to entertain my fetishes.”

Abigail knows all too well what Cindy’s fetishes are. They are not for the weak at heart. Cindy continues, “This club serves as mine. Yours? You created this flirtatious persona, masquerading as this minx, when that can be further from the truth. You live most of your days in their world. Loving girlfriend who doesn’t care what you do. Teaming with a unique woman who if it wasn’t for the fact that she is your sister, I would show her the real horrors of this world. The SCW fans have taken a liking to you. It’s obvious why.”

Cindy takes a moment to give Abigail a once over. Abi is no stranger to the predatory eyes of Cindy. Intoxicating to say the least. “The people in their world will never understand what beauty plays around in your mind. I do. What I am saying Abigail is honor yourself. Test your limits. Be... Serenity. The Princess of Chaos.”

Abigail takes a moment to soak in everything Cindy said to her. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why dance around the issue? Isn’t that why you came?”

“I do miss you, silly.” Abigail smirks. “I don’t expect Dawnie, Katelyn to get what goes on in my head. I like that. They are good people.”

Cindy says coldly, “Does a good person cheat on you?”

“Water under the bridge.” Abigail shrugs. “The heart wants what it wants. My life is richer with Katelyn in it, you disagree.”

“Naturally.” Cindy nods. “She isn’t my cup of tea, as long as she makes you happy.”

Abigail points to her heart. “She does.”

“For her sake, she better not screw it up.”

“Aww, you care.”

“Did you ever doubt that?”

Abigail stands up. She closes the gap between her and The Queen of Chaos “Nope.”

“Good” Cindy places her hands on Abigail’s shoulder. “This feels... nice.”

“Intoxicating. Thanks for the pep talk.”

“Anytime Serenity... anytime.”

~~Present Day~~

Abigail opens her eyes. Thinking about her interaction with Cindy caused her to lose track of time. She couldn’t tell how long she had been in the bathroom. She opened the door. Heading back out on the rooftop, from afar, she stood there looking at Dawn, Daisy and Katelyn chat it up. She loves the world she is a part of. There will always be a part of her that wonders, are the minor games she plays enough to sustain her. Does she need to up the ante? How far does she need to go to feel, alive? Fiddling around with her hair she goes back to her table ready to enjoy the evening. From the ashes of eden she found paradise... or has she?

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An empty Yankee Stadium is where the scene opens on this day. Abigail Lindsay and Dawn Lohan can be seen standing next to each other on the pitcher's mound. Both of them are wearing their respective half of the World Tag Team Championships. Dawn steps slightly forward, indicating that she is going to start the proceedings.

Bree’s tweet on Monday highlighting that Andrew Raynes and Josh Hudson are the Adrenaline and Television Champion respectively, brings to light how important Fatal Fortune is. As of right now, Sienna Swann is the World Champion. Bree is the United States Champion. Andrew Raynes, the Adrenaline and longest reigning champion in SCW right now. With Josh Hudson’s win over Alexis Quinne, that means the only championship Past, Present, Future and their allies don’t hold are the World Tag Team Championships. There is a real chance by the time Fatal Fortunes concludes. Past, Present, Future and their allies will hold all the gold in Supreme Championship Wrestling. That would make for an interesting reality.I hold no ill will towards Regan and Sienna, stating that for the record. Don’t know Josh very well. Can’t say I approve of the way Andrew Raynes carries himself. Bree, heh, the last time we had facetime, it was before she took a turn for the worse. Can’t say I know Dustin Adams; only what Brittany has told me from their time in VWA together. For an entire group and their allies to hold every championship would be a career defining feat. As one half of your World Tag Team Champions, I can’t allow that. Not because I feel the need to defend SCW against that collective. I take it as a personal challenge being the last line of defense.

I imagine the fans not being comfortable with them having a complete monopoly over all the championships. Can you imagine Lohan Country starting off the night riding down to the ring waiting on who we are going to defend our titles against. Either the TrueLove Twins or The Brotherhood of the Sith’s music plays. The fans groan. They are sitting in their seats wondering, oh no, PPF and their allies could own every championship belt in the company. You won’t hear me groan. Lohan Country would greet the challenge with a smile. Why? Can’t speak for Abi. You know me, I’m a believer in hope, in the darkest of moments is when you can shine the most. Past, Present, Future and their allies are what make this sport great. All of them are great wrestlers. Having the chance to potentially test ourselves against The TrueLove Twins or The Brotherhood of The Sith, isn’t that what Fatal Fortunes is all about? To tell you the truth. I want that. I want the chance to be the last line of defense. Preventing a monopoly from happening sounds like a wonderful idea to me.

Dawn smiles. She looks to Abigail to see if she wants to speak. Her younger sister shakes her head. With Abigail having nothing to say at the moment, Dawn continues.

“A couple weeks ago, Abi asked me a question on Twitter, what sounded better. Should we welcome Chicago to Lohan Country or should we say Lohan Country is invading Chicago. I replied back, two people don’t make a country, an invasion sounds silly. That’s my sister for you; ever the jokester. Then we beat Bianca Evans and Katie Steward in an epic match, that got me thinking. What is Lohan Country exactly other than a nickname Britt gave our family. You know, I came up with a wonderful answer; to me and Abi, anyway, the rest of you might not think it’s wonderful. Life is about having fun. So here, we, go.”

“Ladies and gentlemen... the tag team division is OFFICIALLY Lohan Country.”

Where else are you going to find the most talented. Hottest. Delectable. Tasty. Scrumptious.

With a confused look on Dawn’s face, she cuts in.

“Wait. You’re not talking about your girl crush?”

Need to be more specific, Dawnie.

“Do I really need to say it?”

Can’t leave the audience in suspense.

Dawn whispers the answer in Abigail’s ear. Abigail giggles.

Ah. Right. Lets keep that between us.

Dawn nods. She presses on.

“Everyone is entitled to their opinion. That’s what it is, an opinion. You can believe you are the best tag team in SCW, until you hold what Abi and I have, then your claims of being the best fall on deaf ears. How many times can we hear or see The TrueLove Twins tweet twin killing this, twin killing that. If they are the alleged best tag team in the world, why rely on The Network?

Dawn turns to Abigail once again.

“Are you sure you have nothing to say?”

Abigail shakes her head.

“You are on a roll. Why bother? Now that I think about it, Angelica Jones did say she is here to light a fire under the tag division.”

Dawn raises an eyebrow.

“Really now?”

Abigail nods. Dawn rolls her eyes.

“I respectfully disagree. I am going to chalk it up to her not paying attention. The tag team division is red hot. All started back when Bianca and Chad won the tag team titles. Both of them lit a fire under the division, antagonizing anyone who stood up to them. Max was determined to beat them. A Gauntlet match was born due to Bianca Evans begging for competition. At Taking Hold of the Flame, me and Max defended against a very game David Callahan and Sophie James. Before that? Har Meddigo gave us their best shot. Five teams. Count’em, FIVE TEAMS...

“Technically, four and a half.”

Right. Four and a half fought their hearts out on the biggest stage of the year, Rise to Greatness to walk out champions. Can’t forget during our match with Evans and Steward, every tag team in the division was shown watching the match. If that isn’t fired up, then I don’t know what tag team division Angelica is looking at. SCW, now and forever, will have the best tag team division in the world. This isn’t company shilling. There is no dispute. Angelica’s comment in my eyes comes down to her thinking there is something wrong. This division does not need saving. Unlike Angelica, who was watching, or barely watching doing whatever she was doing for the past year, I have been here since Unflawed. If anyone is qualified to speak about the state of the division, it is me. Not her! If Fate chooses Redemption, Lohan Country will show her, live and in living colour the division is in GOOD hands.

“Make no mistake 2018 is an exciting year for the tag wrestling. Name one division in SCW that has been more lively? The World Title scene. The same faces. The US Title picture? Regan carried the division for most of the year. Hasn’t been the same since she lost the title. Andrew dominated the Adrenaline Division. The TV Title is always chaotic. There is always a tag team stepping up. Whether it was Bianca and Chad. David and Sophie. The Red Empire. Resurgence getting back together. The Twins dedication to be the best. What a time to believe. I don’t want to hear any talk about ‘lighting fire in the division.” The tag division was fine with Angelica Jones. The division will be fine without her.Fatal Fortunes will showcase the tag division like it has never been showcased before. No matter who Fate chooses, the tag division will be properly represented. There is no disputing that.”

Abigail sits down on the pitchers mound. She crosses her legs in the classic meditation pose. Cupping her hands in the classic prayer motion, she closes her eyes.

I got two words for whoever fate sends our way...

With a smile on her face she says...

Serenity Now.

Abigail opens her eyes. The usual playful light she normally emits is gone. There is a coldness radiating from her. With just two words she has flipped a switch she hasn’t yet in her SCW stay. She reaches out to Dawn. Her sister assist her back to her feet. Abigail and Dawn lock eyes for a brief moment, by the worried expression on Dawn’s face she knows what ‘Serenity Now’ means. It is the darker side of Abigail she showed the IWC universe. The side that became the IWC World Champion. The side that welcomes and inflicts chaos at a moments notice. The looks of concern washes away. Dawn offers a solemn smirk, giving her seal of approval for whatever comes next. Lohan Country walks off camera as the scene fades to darkness.

A Decent Proposal

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:38:13 +0000

A Decent Proposal

HEAVENLY FORTUNES

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:29:39 +0000

OOC: Read This First Before Regan Street and Chris Cannon. Thanks.

Anything with the “REC” on it is Viewable to the Public.

The Views Expressed By Sienna Swann Do Not Reflect Those of the Publisher. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

BROKEN WINGS: THE PERFECT STORM

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FORTUNE FAVORS THIS BITCH

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:26:14 +0000

OOC: Some stuff working off Sienna’s latest rp’s and Hudson’s.

Warning: The Comments and views expressed in this promo are those of Regan Helms and do not reflect that of the publisher. Viewer Discretion Is Advised.

THE YING & THE YANG OF A HELLCAT: CROSSING THE LINES

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FLAWLESS FORTUNES

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:22:22 +0000

The Views Expressed by Your Sexy Flawless Diva Are That of Her Own and Do Not Reflect Those of the Publisher. Viewer Discretion Is Advised.

THE FLAWLESS ROAD BACK: WILL THE TRUTH SET YOU FREE?

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Aaron Blackbourne RP

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:08:13 +0000

OOC: I was able to scrap together something more for Aaron Blackbourne, but due to the illness I mentioned in Thirteen's RP thread I did have to cut a part I wasn't able to get finished in time because I was too tired trying to sleep this off to get it finished, but I might be able to salvage it for a future RP at least.
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To say that the past few weeks have been awkward for Aaron Blackbourne would be quite the understatement.

Roughly two weeks ago on Breakdown, his latest run with the TV Title came to an abrupt end after a back-and-forth battle with former World Champion Alexis Quinne. Simply put, Aaron got caught and paid the price, and while he could at least take solace in the fact that this reign exceeded his previous one in both length and successful defenses, it still stung that the hard work he put in to win the belt at Rise to Greatness had already ceased to exist. Perhaps if there was something waiting in the aftermath he could at least have something else to preoccupy his mind, but that simply didn’t seem like the case as he was given the previous Breakdown off from action to recover following several weeks in a row of competing, and it didn’t seem like there were any plans for him to be in action for Apocalypse tonight either. He would still be at the arena, especially in support of his friend Owen Cruze when he did battle with Regan Street, but other than that he would need to figure something out going forward.

What certainly didn’t help was this new admirer he seemed to have, and as the weeks began to pass Aaron was starting to become more and more unnerved by the situation even if he did his best to maintain his calm when the cameras were trained on him. Clearly Scarlet Grey was enamored with him, and as flattered as he was the fact of the matter is she was several months too late. His heart already belonged to Liane, and if the fact they were still hesitant about the subject of being in anything less than their everyday clothes around one another was any indication, what they had together had nothing to do with sex appeal. That seemed to be Scarlet’s driving force, and between flaunting her own body freely before him and clearly trying to see him beyond even his wrestling attire, she was making him uncomfortable. The fact that she’d even invited him to watch Apocalypse with her from a private hotel room didn’t sit well with him either, as even if his actual relationship was taken out of the equation he knew that simply watching the show together would likely be the last thing she’d want to do. Scarlet was being extremely forward, and no matter how attractive she was Aaron got a bad feeling whenever she was near him. It was the same feeling he got the few times he’d been around his brother Andrew’s boyfriend… a feeling that sent chills down his spine and told him bad things would happen if he actually gave in to this woman who was such a free spirit when it came to her body that he doubted she actually wanted anything significant with him beyond just claiming she scored.

The whole situation with Scarlet also creating a storm on the horizon that he was nervous about dealing with. When he’d headed to Pittsburgh for the Breakdown that signaled the end of his title reign, he and Liane had separated after he’d gotten a call from Pete about how the tattoo artist had managed to convince a local comedy club to give Liane a chance as their headliner, so she’d spent these past couple of weeks back in Seattle performing. He had no doubt she was still keeping up with his SCW endeavors and had seen what was going on in regards to Scarlet Grey, and the fact they hadn’t really had any contact in that time made him worry she was looking at this the wrong way like everyone else was initially. The current plan was for the two of them to reunite as she was flying out to Chicago so she could join Aaron in watching the pay-per-view, then from there things would resume as normal unless she got called for more gigs after two weeks of nonstop performances every night. He just wanted to try and clear the situation up before it gained any negative traction and ultimately endangered their relationship, because Liane meant so much to Aaron’s life and he couldn’t afford to lose that.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, things weren’t entirely organized inside Aaron’s head either. Leading up to the Breakdown in Las Vegas where he’d defended the TV Title against AJ Helms, he had a moment where he’d completely lost control of his creative landscape. The last thing he remembered was Ferrugo fighting of his own accord with the Twin Stars while Nemesis seemed to mastermind the whole ordeal, even redirecting Aaron’s attempt at mental solitude to make sure he was aware of it. When you factored in how easily he’d suddenly lost control of himself and nearly beheaded a comedy club owner because of his refusal to let Liane perform on a clearly advertised open mic night, something was very wrong and he needed some way to piece everything back together. This was why he’d decided to try a little bit of meditation before heading to the airport to pick up Liane, and he could only hope he was able to sort himself out before that encounter.

If he didn’t start to right this ship, he could feel it was destined to sink and cost him everything he was finally earning for himself.

Before going to pick Liane up, Aaron decided to spend some time meditating back in his hotel room, trying to steer himself to his “safe place” inside his mind in order to hopefully sort things out. Within an hour or two, he had gotten his mind in order for the time being, but now he needed to see how well that was going to hold up.

He could feel his nerves clashing with the calm he was trying desperately to maintain as he stood in the arrivals area of Chicago O’Hare International Airport, eyes carefully scanning the crowd for the familiar head of brown hair that belonged to his girlfriend. He knew her flight had come in since she’d texted him to let him know, the first contact they’d had in some time. Considering it didn’t go beyond that and Aaron letting her know he’d be waiting for her, it was clear that if she did want to talk about what was going on in SCW with Scarlet, she preferred to do it face-to-face. Aaron couldn’t blame her… after all, she would no doubt want a good look at his face to make sure that what he planned to tell her was the genuine truth. Of course, he planned to tell her nothing but the truth, but one can never be too careful when the seeds of doubt are planted, especially if it’s someone else’s handiwork.

After a few minutes of waiting around and taking some deep breaths to maintain the composure he’d just spent the past little while rebuilding inside The Sanctuary, the moment was finally here. He saw Liane carefully wading through the crowd with her luggage in hand, and when the two locked eyes she quickly made her way over to where he stood. Her face seemed pretty neutral which was a bad sign as far as he was concerned, as under any other circumstances she’d have likely been all smiles and eager to tell him about how things went with the comedy club headliner gig. He briefly had a thought about her not being in a good mood because that didn’t go so well for her, but he quickly kicked that thought out of his head when it dared to try and be the more preferable option to what he knew the real issue was. He didn’t know if that was the doing of Nemesis or simply his grip beginning to slip away, but he wasn’t about to roll the dice any more at this point. When they were finally close Liane just walked right past him, silently motioning for him to follow and he complied, knowing that if they were going to talk it was probably best to get away from the crowded airport so nobody could eavesdrop. The walk to the parking garage where Aaron’s rental car sat was agonizingly quiet, but once they finally found it Liane set her bags down and sat on the edge of the hood, tucking her hands into her jeans pockets.

“I’m sorry if I’m not as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as I usually am Aaron, but I think you know why.”

“I’m aware… we parted ways to focus on our respective opportunities, and now you know I apparently have a stalker obsessed with me.”

“A stalker? Aaron, she stood before you butt naked and invited you to take a shower with her! She even wore next to nothing in the ring and tried to emulate your whole ‘demon’ thing!”

“I know Liane… to anyone simply watching, it looks like a mess, I’m not going to lie. Hell, that interviewer I had time with this past Breakdown certainly thought there was something going on, but I’m setting the record straight. What I said on Breakdown is the truth: I’m in a committed relationship with you and you alone, and nothing Scarlet Grey does is going to change that. I don’t know why she’s suddenly so interested in me, but the feeling is so far away from mutual you’d sooner discover a new galaxy on the edge of the universe than you would see me and her together.”

Aaron saw a trace of hope in Liane’s eyes, but it faded when she looked down, and he had a feeling he knew why. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her evaluating her own body in a negative fashion, especially since they both had a bad habit of being their own worst critic at times.

“I want to believe you Aaron, but… what do I have that she doesn’t? Let’s face it: she’s tall and obviously has curves in all the right places, and she’s not afraid to show that off. I just look kind of awkward, especially compared to her, and I’m still hesitant at the mere thought of being in my underwear around you, let alone anything less.”

“You make me happy Liane, simple as that.”

Liane’s gaze suddenly jolted up, just in time to catch Aaron closing the distance as he planted a soft kiss on her lips and took her hands in his for comfort, making sure she could see deeply into his eyes to know and trust in every word he spoke going forward.

“Yeah, Scarlet might be attractive, but if I was looking for a one night stand like she obviously is then I would’ve followed Pete’s lead back in that bar where we first met all those months ago. Plus, even if I want to feel flattered by her being attracted to me, I get a vibe from her that I haven’t felt since the last time I dealt with my own mess of a family. It’s weird, but I can almost feel the toxic influence radiating off of her whenever she tries to get anywhere near me. It may be true that I saw her naked, though not by my own choice, but looks aren’t everything. You have been my source of strength for a long time now Liane, from trying to deal with whatever the hell’s going on in my head threatening to hijack my imagination and make me appear insane to powering through whatever obstacles both SCW and life in general try to throw my way. There’s no reason for us to try and rush things… I’m just happy knowing you’re a part of my life, and what you give me is far more than Scarlet or any other woman on this planet could offer, and I mean that sincerely. I don’t care what she was hoping to do with Apocalypse tonight, because I won’t be joining her. I’m going to be backstage cheering Owen on for his match and otherwise enjoying the show with my girlfriend… no, my soulmate.”

Any doubt that was lingering in Liane’s mind almost instantly vanished in that moment. Plain and simple, if there was any girl Aaron wanted by his side for eternity, it was Liane, and he just knew in his heart that he meant it when he called her his soulmate. He severely doubted any girl could make him feel the way she did, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Scarlet was incapable of coming anywhere close in that regard. The two of them couldn’t help but indulge in a good-length kiss to further seal the deal, and Liane’s big smile returned the moment their lips parted. Perhaps the only thing that could somewhat sour the mood at that point in time was the sound of Liane’s phone going off, but Aaron didn’t mind and left her to answer it while he loaded up her bags in the trunk of the car. As he went to climb into the driver’s seat though, he stopped when he saw Liane motioning to him, the smile on her face already gone again. As he moved to stand by her, she tapped a button on her phone and then held it flat against her palm as she extended her arm a bit.

“Alright, I’ve got his attention, and you’re on speaker now.”

“Thank you. Mr. Blackbourne, are you there?”

“I am. And you are…?”

“Dr. Miranda Lopez, a therapist who’s been trying to get in contact with you for weeks now.”

“Really? I sincerely apologize doctor, I’ve just been really busy with my wrestling schedule. When you add in the untelevised house shows, free time kind of becomes a fleeting luxury some days.”

It was a sarcastic comment, but he did his best to mask it. Truth be told, he was very much aware of the repeated voicemails she’d been leaving him and he chose to ignore every single one. He knew she was simply concerned just because of whatever she heard from both of their families, but in his mind he didn’t need a therapy session and neither did Liane. Sure, they had their fair share of problems, but they were both confident they could help each other work through them, and the last thing Aaron wanted to put up with was a therapist confusing his creativity for some form of a mental disorder. It wasn’t the first time it would’ve happened, and he wasn’t about to go on another rant over it either.

“I should apologize to you Mr. Blackbourne. When I tried to contact you about scheduling an appointment I did not take your wrestling schedule into account. Your family failed to mention anything in regards to that career.”

Gee, I wonder why…

“With all due respect doctor, we understand you might have some concerns, but just because our families think we might need help doesn’t mean they’re right. We both just… have some disagreements with our families over things, but we’re perfectly fine where we’re at right now.”

“And with all due respect to you Miss Forte, I would like to be the judge of that for myself. Considering some recent developments in regards to Mr. Blackbourne’s family I’m not sure he’s even aware of and how insistent your family is, I’m afraid it’s imperative that we at least meet to discuss things. If what you say is true, then there’s no harm in one session to show me everything is in the clear before we part ways.”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news doctor, but between Liane’s new comedy gig she got recently and my wrestling schedule I’m not sure if we’re even going to have time to-”

“Let me stop you right there Mr. Blackbourne. I’ve already taken care of the matter to ensure that we can have this session without any further delay. I have contacted both of your respective employers and insisted some mandatory time off on the grounds of requiring an evaluation before I can clear you both for work, so there is no further reason to delay this.”

Hearing that almost had Aaron seeing crimson again, but he did his best to suppress the irritation he felt at how persistent this therapist was being all just to get an appointment he knew likely wasn’t going to end well. He turned to look at Liane, who wore an identical mask of annoyance on her face in that moment.

“So that explains why I was suddenly pulled from my gig and given some time off after only two weeks…”

Clearly Liane hadn’t simply given up the gig or taken time off to return to her boyfriend, especially since the usual post pay-per-view time off meant Aaron could return home and see her perform for himself. This sudden announcement also meant he probably wasn’t going to be seeing any action on the next Breakdown either, which kept him from being able to try and “right the ship” like he so desperately wanted to on the SCW front. In his mind, this therapist was starting to overstep her bounds, and that was usually a red flag in his book coming from a profession he already had difficulty trusting in.

“With all of that said, when do you two feel might be the best time for you to meet me at one of my offices? I can even tell you where my closest office is from wherever you’re both located now to make it easier to set this up.”

“If you don’t mind me asking Dr. Lopez, do we specifically have to see you? Or do we just need to see any therapist in order to be cleared?”

“Well, I would prefer if you come and see me since I’ve been handling so many sessions within your respective families and social circles already, but if there’s another therapist who can see you sooner I suppose…”

Liane looked to Aaron as Dr. Lopez continued to ponder to herself over the phone, and he just smirked and motioned for her to trust him.

“The reason I bring this up is because I’ve found out that one of the current wrestlers for SCW is a registered therapist, and we’re currently in his hometown of Chicago for a pay-per-view event. I’m pretty sure his office would be here as well, so we could probably set something up with him at the arena tonight and get this taken care of within the next day or two, which saves us some money on an extra flight.”

“…alright, but I would very much like to get in contact with him to discuss what he got from his session with you as soon as possible.”

“I’ll make sure to pass your number along to him once we’re done doctor.”

Dr. Lopez bid the two of them goodbye before the call ended, and Aaron breathed a sigh of relief now that he was done with that. He took a moment to lean against the call and make sure he was collected, and as he did so he took note of the curiosity in Liane’s eyes.

“That therapist on the SCW roster… you mean that Thirteen guy, right? Are you really going to ask him about…?”

“Honestly? Not really. No offense to him, but I just used the resources we had from being here to try and buy us some extra time to get her off our backs. I’m sure Dr. Lopez means well, but if you ask me we’ve got some other things that need to be taken care of first, and one of them is not sitting in front of a therapist for an hour trying to explain to her that being creative is not the same thing as having an unstable mind.”

“I feel bad about lying to her, but I don’t know what my parents might have told her about me and I think I’d rather ride things out with you first to see if I continue staying in control of myself before thinking I need any professional help.”

Maybe it was a bit underhanded, but in Aaron’s mind they were perfectly fine where they were at right now and were perfectly capable of helping one another past whatever issues they knew they had. They didn’t need a therapist that had likely been fed some misinformation trying to blow things out of proportion. As much as he knew he’d lost the next Breakdown, he knew that “doctor’s order” wouldn’t last considering Fatal Fortunes was after that, and as long as Aaron could physically compete SCW was going to book him regardless. Liane’s situation was a little more difficult, but never let it be said that Aaron wasn’t capable of finding creative solutions to any problem. It would require a bit of thought, but he’d come up with something. For now, they were simply going to go enjoy Apocalypse together before figuring everything out one step at a time, because together they could accomplish anything.

At least, that’s what Aaron believed, and his feelings hadn’t steered him wrong yet. He just needed to make sure they weren’t further poisoned by Scarlet’s antics or whatever was going on inside his head to keep it that way.

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Would it be a surprise if I told you all that I'm not as excited about Fatal Fortunes as I probably should be?

Don't get me wrong, the very idea behind this is incredible. Recall how just after Rise to Greatness I talked about how the very idea of facing the unknown makes someone like me salivate over the endless possibilities when I had to defend the TV Title against a mystery opponent, and turning two weeks' worth of Breakdowns into this concept from opening act to main event almost sounds like Christmas to me. It's not often you have a truly infinite number of possibilities standing before you when it comes to who you'll face, what kind of match it could even be, whether or not there's a title on the line or a shot at one or maybe even someone's job for all you know. I could paint a mural of every single possibility if I really wanted to, and it still wouldn't be a proper show of respect to SCW for such an ingenious and innovative concept. This is the kind of thing that more wrestling promotions should dedicate a small amount of time to in order to both keep the roster on its toes and give the fans a truly unique experience to keep them hooked, preferably without reserving the idea for when the company happens to roll into Vegas because, no offense guys, but that shtick's been beaten to death already.

I just wish I could enjoy Fatal Fortunes without this 135 pound burden on my back that just doesn't seem to want to accept that sometimes you can't get what you want.

Scarlet, I know you're listening to this since you have this obsession with me for whatever reason, though I doubt what I have to say is actually going to resonate with you. Never let it be said that I didn't at least try to be as nice about this as possible. I'm flattered that you find me attractive, and I'm not going to argue against the fact that you're an attractive woman very clearly comfortable in your own skin. I'm sure you'd even be nice once I got to know you, but as I've been trying to explain for weeks now, I'm already in a relationship with another woman and I'm not the kind of bastard that would cheat on her just because you think you can offer me "something better." I also appreciate the creativity you've been trying to show to get my attention, but the way you've just been going about everything just has way too many red flags attached to it, and I've seen instances of unstable romantic relationships within my own family to know better than to jump into anything with someone who's made it painfully clear she's willing to flirt with virtually anything that walks. Maybe I'm in the minority for preferring a stable, faithful relationship as opposed to simply jumping into bed with someone, but just like with any book or piece of art there's always more beneath the surface, and I hate to say it but you've got me afraid to find out what lies beyond your sex appeal.

I want to enjoy this event for what it represents and considering the last time I competed I ended up losing my TV Title, I would love nothing more than to immerse myself in whatever challenge is put before me and start getting back on the winning track. Unfortunately, as long as Scarlet continues to try and play this game of showing me how badly she claims to want me and leaving this threat up in the air of "always getting what she wants," there will always be this proverbial storm cloud sitting right above my head no matter what Fatal Fortunes has in store for me. The possibility exists that I could face Scarlet in some kind of match that gives her an excuse to turn what should be a competitive battle into trying to "have her way with me" in the middle of the ring, and an even greater possibility exists that if I were to face anybody else regardless of who they are, from the World Champion with the title on the line all the way to someone who could even be debuting for SCW, she'll just saunter on out and become a distraction all just to make sure she has my attention.

If you truly care for me in any capacity Scarlet and want me to consider looking at you as anything other than a creepy stalker, for lack of a better term at this point, then at least honor my wishes to either give me an actual match if we somehow face one another or otherwise leave me be to focus on whatever it is I do end up having to face.

I know, my words are probably falling on deaf ears, but considering all the options at hand maybe she'll at least listen for the next two weeks since she should be focusing on moving in the right direction both for herself and her tag team. After all, we both have just as good a chance as anybody else to be picked as the challenger to a title, and I can think of a few names I wouldn't mind going up against beyond that either because I respect them and want to put on one hell of a match or simply because they've actually given me every reason imaginable to see if I can use my Unchained Creativity to dislocate their jaw and find out how much they still think they can talk shit while it's wired shut.

It's funny how I can scan through the SCW roster trying to guess who might be picked to stand across from me and how I could approach them in the ring, and a good majority of them are the people constantly complaining that nobody shows them any respect only to shrug it off when someone actually does show them some honest-to-God respect and means it. These are the people who will never be satisfied no matter how much they actually get, and I'm willing to bet they're the first to not only complain about how 'unfair' it is that they have to compete under so many blind variables or that they got a rigged draw despite the fact that every single one of us is sitting in the exact same boat just waiting for that call. What ever happened to the idea of simply loving what you do? I mean, I know each and every one of us wants to be a champion and be the very best like no one ever was and that whole song and dance, but if fame and success are the only reasons you're here, then what's the point of doing something you're not passionate about and taking issue with the fact that maybe someone that enjoys doing this for a living is actually getting rewarded for it?

Maybe I'm just nitpicking, but I know I'm not alone in saying I'm getting tired of the constant complaining that you're getting shafted when you aren't doing anything about it. And no, bitching and moaning about it doesn't count. You want people to take you seriously? Here's your chance: go out to that ring for Fatal Fortunes regardless of whether you're facing me or somebody else that isn't exactly who you wanted and prove you deserve all that respect you claim you're not getting. Yeah, maybe there's some luck involved as far as who ends up with those golden opportunities, but if you think people aren't going to be taking note of who wins the other matches that get drawn for consideration down the line, then you need to get your head out of your ass before someone lodges it up there permanently. If I get a title shot out of Fatal Fortunes, that'd be pretty awesome. If I don't, then I'm looking at it as a way to get one step closer to a potential title shot at Under Attack or build my case for that World Title shot they hand out to those who've never challenged for the belt before when the End of the Year Special comes around again here in a few months. Every possibility carries with it the chance to put yourself closer to the front of the line at some point, and my top priority right now is a simple one:

I'm going to walk into Fatal Fortunes eager to see what awaits me, and I'm going to walk away with my arm raised in victory regardless of the scenario to help paint a clearer picture of my future in this company.

Thirteen RP

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:05:54 +0000

OOC: Unfortunately, due to being ill the past few days and trying to sleep it off I didn't have as much time as I'd have liked to do more, so this is a shoot only effort for Thirteen. I swear I'll get him truly back in gear once Fatal Fortunes is done.
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“I would ask if you guys have missed me, but I think we all know how everyone would respond to that.

Don't worry, I'm not going to have some sort of meltdown just because I disappeared for a while and no one seemed to notice until I chose to resurface. Even with all my years of experience, I can always count on the inevitability that the vast majority of those around me will let me stick to the shadows and fly under the radar until I find myself with an opportunity that was ‘supposed to be theirs’ among other baseless claims. It's just one of the things you pick up on when you've been doing this for a while, along with the ability to read certain individuals to know exactly what kind of game they're going to play and how you can use that to get what you want out of a situation. Consider that one reason why my return has been focused on unraveling the mystery behind this masked individual and ripping away that proverbial safety blanket my old ‘friend’ Syren continues to hide behind until she gets her way.

That, and the fact that I'm not exactly going to let this man think he can get away with costing me an opportunity at the World Title without repercussion.

You see, SCW is full of men and women who are just desperate for one thing or another. Most want to have that spotlight they feel they deserve, or to put championship gold around their waists or simply have everyone's respect and admiration. The unfortunate truth is that these are not things they can receive as easily as they think, and that has nothing to do with Mr. D and his family or the Board of Directors or anything more than the very nature of the world we live in. After all, human beings are, by nature, greedy creatures that will never be satisfied even if you could hand any one of them absolute power on a silver platter. They always desire more, and when they don't get it they expect everyone around them to drop what they're doing and fix this ‘injustice.’ Of course, this doesn't happen as each of those individuals is expecting you to do the exact same thing for them, creating a vicious but fragile cycle that only ever ends with one person getting that temporary moment of glory before it all starts anew.

The more people hide behind their veil of ignorance expecting everyone else to bend over backwards for them, the more the truths get lost in the shuffle.

I'll at least say this about Syren: she has some respect for herself, even if it's hard to see behind the paradise she wants but believes others are keeping her away from. Years ago, when she defended the World Title against me one-on-one and we were denied a proper finish, I knew she would never be willing to accept that. Granted, I wasn't fully expecting the path she did decide to take in regards to that, but she was still willing to fight in a vain attempt to silence all her critics even though it came back to permanently scar her psyche. Even back at Rise to Greatness, I could feel the fear when she found herself trapped in the same hold that lost her the top prize in SCW so very long ago, and would have put her out again if not for Sienna Swann.

In case you're curious, my self-imposed exile had nothing to do with Sienna's claims that she's ‘erased the past’ when she's come nowhere close. Doing so implies that she did so much damage to me that I finally decided I cannot physically keep going in this business, and I'm afraid this is a feat Sienna is simply incapable of. This does, however, highlight just how fragile Sienna's ego truly is when compared to even that of Syren: unlike my longtime rival, Sienna will simply take any victory she can get and claim there's nothing more for her to prove. Never mind the fact that she proved nothing in regards to me when she never actually pinned me, or that she simply benefitted from Syren's outside attempt to turn the tide in her favor; as far as she's concerned, she's beaten me and put an end to me and will never look back, and as long as she has her little support system to kiss her ass and praise what is simply not built to last, she can hide pretty deep inside her own head to avoid actually having to deal with business left unfinished.

Of course, this means that when this angel's time is finally up, her fall from grace will be one she will never be able to recover from, especially when introduced to the difficult reality she claims to be a part of in regards to SCW constantly trying to move forward.

Of course, that leaves the million dollar question then... why the silence for so long? It's true that falling short at Rise to Greatness, regardless of the circumstances surrounding it, was quite a harsh blow, but when you've been doing this for as long as I have now these failed opportunities simply fade away as you persevere. Needless to say... I was given the time off to think some things over. After all, Mr. D has been going on and on about ‘anchors’ for quite some time now to either light a fire under veterans' asses or have an excuse to get rid of them, and I'm not so blind to believe my name isn't on that list. Like it or not, that World Title reign of mine from six years ago was the last time I've held any sort of championship gold in SCW or otherwise, and while I'm not in desperate need of any more gold to add to the legacy my name already carries that will rival some of the biggest names to ever grace a wrestling ring throughout history, he views that as a sign that I might not have it anymore and shouldn't continue to be a part of this roster. When you add to the fact that I doubt Sasha has forgiven me for my actions all those years ago like her father seems to have, and that's two very powerful names in SCW that want my time here to expire.

Unfortunately, if I proved anything all those years ago when I turned this entire company upside-down to the point where it still hasn't fully recovered, it's that I'm not so easy to get rid of no matter what you think you have against me.

This ultimately brings me to my return to competition, and it happens to coincide with the always chaotic event known as Fatal Fortunes. For the next two weeks, no one will have any control over their destinies and will be left completely in the dark until mere moments before they're told they have to head out to the ring. In the time I've been with this company, I've either been left out of the proceedings altogether or somehow ended up with a title opportunity of some kind, and while I'm not going to stand here and make claims of any guarantees that one champion on this roster right now will need to hold on to their championship gold tight when they hear my music, there are several men and women standing on those pedestals right now that do not want that trend to continue. After all, Heaven forbid if they actually have to try and back up their claims of superiority against me once more knowing that with something prestigious on the line, anything less than absolute victory will leave that door wide open to a more ‘undesirable’ scenario down the line.

Of course, maybe I won't find myself challenging for a title this time around. Maybe I can get this masked man I've been hunting inside of a steel cage or have him forced to be attached to me to deny him any hope of running away this time so we can finally see who was so desperate they would sell their soul to be Syren's little bitch until her temper tantrum over not being World Champion is resolved. Perhaps I can simply cut straight to the part where I continue Syren's downward spiral as she falls further and further away from the only thing that keeps her mentally stable in this company. Maybe I could even find myself facing some cocky up-and-comer to prove this ‘anchor’ is still more than capable of causing the ill-prepared to sink well beyond their depths for getting too far ahead of themselves. The possibilities are endless, and while I'll be contending with the unknown all the way up until you hear my music, there is one fact that will always persevere.

No matter how much SCW falls apart in the face of a generation that cares more for getting their way by any means necessary, my place in history will never be erased no matter what anybody claims. And if they think it's going to be that easy to do away with the likes of me, then perhaps it's time I stop playing this game of judge, jury and executioner and simply go back to dissecting anyone who gets in my way and building an undeniable case that cannot be overlooked. After all, no matter how much things may change on the surface, they will always stay the same at their very core.”

Total Terror Fatal Fortunes RP

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 12:00:40 +0000

Mirror Mirror on the wall....

wait.... That's not it....

Old Marley was as dead as a doornail....

nope not it either....

Let me tell you YOUR Future....

YUP! that's the one.

The Scene opens to Total Terror sitting at a table, his head wrapped in a ridiculous turban, and sitting in front of a crystal ball. On the opposite side of the crystal ball, is a cardboard cutout of a person, with a ? where the face would normally be. The cutout is wearing a shirt that says "Total Terror Kicked my A$$!"

Terror: Hello person I don't know with a question mark face. You look very mysterious. Would you like me to tell you your fortune or future?

Terror turns his head slightly from the camera, and mimics the voice of the cutout

Cutout: Oh please Mr. Terror fortune teller, please tell me!

Terror: Well, since you asked. Lets get started. It was a dark and dreary night, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. and Marley was dead to begin with. Why are these things important? Well a dark and dreary night refers to The night of Fatal Fortunes. Best of times.. Duh! You get the honor of battling me. Worst of times... Well I kick your a$$. Marley was dead to begin with.... I had a pet rat named Marley that died a few years ago, and I get I should stick in a shameless plug for him. RIP rat dude!

Terror turns to face the camera. He pauses for dramatic effect, adjusts the sunglasses, and continues

Terror: Call it what you want, Fatal Fortunes, Calamitous Capital, Incurable Opulence, Poisonous Prosperity, Terminal Treasures, I don't care. The out come will be the same. Total Terror ripping into the FF, beating the snot clean out of some punk a$$ bitch, putting boots to faces, and.....

I'm not Interested in your Moniker!

(Sorry, but It Doesn't Matter what Your Name is was taken, and I can't afford a lawsuit with THAT guy)

With his speech being completed, Terror leaps from his spot, grabs the crystal ball and attacks the cutout. The table crashes down and the camera fades as we see Terror stomping on the head of the cutout.

Scarlet Grey

Tue, 25 Sep 2018 11:48:49 +0000

Reusing the RP from the last Breakdown, which has been posted again below.

This wasn't how Scarlet had planned to spend tonight, and it clearly bothered her.

As far as she was concerned, Apocalypse wasn't about some self-perceived model flaunting her inferior body for the mindless masses they failed to see REAL perfection when she was present, or whether or not any of the champions would be able to survive with their title reigns intact, or even what hell would be unleashed when a lunatic sought to behead a false queen in the name of his imaginary kingdom. No, Apocalypse was supposed to be about her, and more importantly what she could offer to a certain special someone that he would never be able to get from some run-of-the-mill little girl that could only dream of being in the same league as the one and only undisputed most attractive female not just in SCW, but walking the earth today.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Aaron Blackbourne still didn't seem to understand that, and Scarlet was starting to get irritated over figuring out why. The only thing that made any sense to her was that he was way too preoccupied with playing around in his own head that he was losing touch with reality. After all, somehow it seemed to work with several others, so maybe forgetting reality was even a thing was the best way to go? Of course, many would claim Scarlet was already in that boat between her claims and more than half of what she desired for herself. That still didn't explain why such a nice and clearly open-minded guy wouldn't at least satiate his curiosity by accepting her invitation, even if for only a few minutes because that was all the crimson bombshell needed. But no, she was laying in this hotel room watching the show's closing moments all by her lonesome, as opposed to some innocent (well, as innocent as you can probably get with her) naked cuddling to show someone how deep her desires ran.

Amarant: He never showed, did he?

Scarlet slowly turned her attention away from the chaos that ended the show over at the arena, her face wearing a mask of annoyance. Sure, they'd both booked rooms at this hotel and Ruby had taken precautions to have access to Scarlet's room if necessary, but that still didn't mean she wanted to see her right now or hear her go on and on about how she was right, as usual. True, always proving she was right and overall mentally superior to people was what made her who she was, and Scarlet always admired that, but even if she'd toned it down around her fellow red-haired beauty it still wasn't something she wanted to deal with right now, or the fact she'd entered her room without a sound like some kind of sexy ninja.

Grey: No, he didn't. I'm guessing you're here to gloat about being right, as usual?

Amarant: I could, but gloating over facts just doesn't satisfy me like it used to. Some people out there just love to take the fun out of simple pleasures.

Grey: Then why don't you go bother them? I'll be fine for the night.

Amarant: And even if I believe that, what about the next time? I gave you space when you asked for it, even if I still feel it was against my better judgment, but as much as I know you just seem to shrug things off you'll eventually lose it if you don't keep getting your way. I don't have to bring up the self-destructive rampage you went on that led to our temporary leave of absence from SCW in the first place, do I?

Considering the mention it just got, it was a rhetorical question, and it was another thing Scarlet wasn't interested in right now. She just turned over in the bed to take her focus off her partner, hoping the sight of her glorious ass would give Ruby the hint to either do something with it herself to make up for getting under her skin or to simply take a hike. All she heard was a sigh and the gentle sound of footsteps on the plush carpeting before an extra weight was introduced to the bed. Scarlet could feel her hair being stroked in a comforting way, like she was some kind of cat or dog being petted, and did her best to relax when it became clear Ruby wasn't simply going to let her be until she knew for sure the more sexually active and emotionally unstable of the two of them wasn't going to do anything life-threatening to herself all because she got stood up tonight, a rarity in and of itself considering the woman in question.

Grey: What does he see in this girl that he keeps telling me he's in a relationship with? I don't see any girl hanging on his arm when he's backstage or lounging around when he's in front of a camera, so how do I know what my competition is so I can crush it in the most ruthlessly satisfying fashion and claim my prey?

Amarant: I can promise you that whoever she is, she has nothing on you Scarlet. And I'm not saying that just to put your ego at peace; compared to just about any woman in the human race, you truly are a goddess among women, which is one reason all its own why I continue to linger around you even if some circumstances dictate I'm better off walking a different path entirely. You are a truly special entity, and I don't make such claims lightly.

Grey: Does that mean you'll fill in all these blanks about yourself one of these nights Rubes?

Amarant: ...maybe someday I will Scarlet. Right now I don't feel comfortable doing so, but I promise it's more for your safety and nothing more. I will say that I did manage to acquire something through one of those “blanks” for the next Breakdown, but I need you to do something for me with it, alright?

It was worth a shot, but Scarlet knew she'd be getting that tired old answer the moment the question caused Ruby's hand to freeze and leave her head. As much as she was going to make it clear to SCW and especially Aaron that when she wanted something, she would find a way to get it no matter what it took, she wanted Ruby to know that as well. Not even she was an exception to that rule of the life of Scarlet Grey, no matter how much she saw herself as a superior individual in the human race. Still, hearing that whatever Ruby got involved with when the two were separated from one another had secured something got her attention as she turned her head, taking careful note of the timid look that briefly existed in the maroonish eyes of the normally unshakable genius. She quickly replaced it with her default expression, but Scarlet had already filed the sight she needed away in mental storage until she might need to call upon it again.

Grey: I'm listening...

Amarant: I managed to get some strings pulled in a sense to make up for our return being spoiled, no thanks to your head being more on this “masterpiece” you're trying to create for yourself than the goal of the Red Empire, which I should remind you is more your goal than mine. I may be able to pick apart anybody, but like it or not I'm still bound by human limitations and I can only do so much against two people without some help.

Grey: I said I was sorry when we got back to my castle, didn't I?

Amarant: The point is this: I agreed to give wrestling another shot because you still want to get something out of it. Wrestling is your little passion project at present and I'm simply helping you to mold it to your heart's content, even if neither of us really need the business as far as I'm concerned. If we're going to continue to bring your kingdom to life in this area, then I need to know I can trust you to stick with it. If you're losing interest like you have other endeavors, tell me now so I can get this company off our backs permanently.

Ruby is caught off guard a bit when Scarlet suddenly shoots up, a fire in her eyes that she's only seen in her partner when she's truly hellbent on getting whatever she's after. This look signifies Scarlet at her most dangerous, and this is all Ruby really needs to see. Even still, Scarlet makes sure she hears it as well to ensure all doubt is eliminated.

Grey: Look, I get it. I fucked up by hoping I could get Aaron's attention so he could have a front row seat to my own little display of creativity as well as the Red Empire's grand return, and it cost us. I'm starting to see that whatever he's doing to convince himself that I'm not worth simply kicking this other girl to the curb for isn't as easy to break as I thought. Can you blame me? Most men, and women for that matter, take one look at me and the next thing you know I've got them wrapped around my finger. If I can't get his attention by playing his game, then maybe I can do it by putting on a performance I know he can't ignore. He's a former two time champion after all, so surely he'll start giving the proper attention to a winner.

Amarant: Not exactly the wording I was expecting, but at least you're in the ballpark I was hoping you'd be in. I sincerely hope that Sam Raine chick and her “best friend” aren't riding too high with that fluke win they scored over us due to you allowing yourself to be blinded by infatuation, because she's going one-on-one with YOU come Breakdown. If you really want to make it clear that this is still the game you want to play, then go out there and make sure the only way she returns to the locker room is in defeat with someone helping her remember where she even is. Do that, and I'll back off a little bit on how harsh I've been over this whole ordeal... maybe you'll even get your wish and your new little “boy toy” will start paying attention.

Grey: ...I want something from you in return.

Ruby raises an eyebrow as Scarlet rises to a stand. She's not going to lie that the passion and intensity that's radiating from her right now has her intrigue at a rare all-time high, especially being the kind of aura that actually contradicts with the fact that she's still lacking any sense of clothing right now. In this moment, Scarlet doesn't care what she is or isn't wearing. All she cares about is putting her own spin on Ruby's offer to make it crystal clear just how badly she wants this... both the success she craves like a drug and the creative individual she's currently pining for.

Grey: I'm not going to let him or all those mindless morons have any idea otherwise, but I'm done full-on playing the “puppy love” game and simply expecting him to fall head-over-heels with anything I do. If Aaron starts paying attention to what I'm going to do to that wannabe mental patient, that simply saves me some trouble. I'm not expecting him to bite the hook though, but he'll soon realize that what I said in that little interview was not some throwaway comment or even a minor threat. I'll embarrass Sam and reclaim our rightful win to put your brilliant mind at peace, but in return for having to request that of me at all I'd like a little bit of help making sure that Aaron understands this thing between us will only ever end one way: with him becoming mine. Consider it a case of conquering a man who's held championship gold twice to our present zero to help boost our stock if you need to for motivation.

Ruby and Scarlet just stare one another down, the fury of the latter starting to feel so intense it could burn down the entire hotel if it could actually manifest into a physical flame. The former finally cracks a smirk, even chuckling to herself over the thought of having flipped a switch on Scarlet that very few even knew existed, especially with how much she's preferred to play around to some degree without Ruby present to keep her on the right track. But if unleashing this more dangerous side of Scarlet would be beneficial to them both and what they were after, Ruby could only say one thing before leaving her partner alone for the night to piece together her latest lust-themed scheme.

Ruby: Deal.