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Breakdown Cards for June 13 and June 19, 2025 |
Posted by: supremecw - 06-08-2025, 10:08 PM - Forum: Breakdown || June 13, 2025
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Breakdown – June 13, 2025
Glory Braddock vs. Amelia Nevado
Meghan Strader vs. Kimberly Williams
The Connection (Tommy Valentine & Kandis) vs. The European Fiery Nation (Dakon Theron & Ludvig Eriksson)
SCW Television Championship
Dante Slayton vs. Marissa Swanson
“The Monster Machine” Enigma vs. Polly Pingotti
Dexter Grant vs. FRED
Hollywood vs. The Glimmer Sisters
Sal Darius vs. Chase Upshaw
2 RP Limit for singles; 4 RP Limit for tag (Word limits in play)
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET FRIDAY, June 13, 2025
Breakdown – June 19, 2025
Xander Valentine vs. Simon Lyman
Chris Cannon vs. Billy Heaven Jr.
Underground Rules
Syren vs. Clyde Sutter
La Pequena Luz vs. Ryan LeCavalier
Spencer Pryce vs. Gavin Taylor
SCW Television Championship
Chris Lawler vs. Dante Slayton/Marissa Swanson
Crystal Zdunich vs. Chance Owens
Konrad Raab vs. Veil
Kemal Yilmaz vs. David Striker
2 RP Limit for singles; 4 RP Limit for tag (Word limits in play)
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, June 18, 2025
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Welcome to RTG Season and more! |
Posted by: supremecw - 06-08-2025, 11:25 AM - Forum: OOC Board
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Hello all,
So first an update - Taking Hold of the Flame WILL be up this afternoon. I've confirmed my decision-making. I'm going to finish that and then post cards for BOTH the June 13 (Special Friday Night Breakdown due to later show posting in St. Louis, MO) and June 19 (regularly schedule Breakdown in Rochester, NY).
One thing I want to stress more so I don't forget - Taking Hold of the Flame was an amazingly well roleplayed show. For some people, I say this will full sincerity - you've posted some of the best work you've done in years and for a couple of people, I would dare say their best work ever. The battle royal was incredibly difficult to judge. As per usual, I have only reflected the results to a degree - the final six are I feel indicative of the final six roleplay wise. Top ten are likely fairly in that, although I did have a few earlier exits more for story or for other purposes (to hint at something later, to add another layer to something ,etc. It's incredibly difficult to have 28 or so people make it all to the end and then have eliminations!). Please do not necessarily read into your exit and when it is in the match as anything more than me trying to give as many people who roleplayed something to run with in some way.
There are some secret entrants. As per tradition, I do encourage them to share their work in the THOTF thread after the show is posted.
Finally, for those new to this season, this is where things usually go into overdrive in terms of the level to which I storyboard and develop angles. This year, however, I feel the storytelling on the shows and in reaction to all of you has been arguably the best year for SCW since I'd maybe say 2010. I really like the angles, the development, and all that. Normally, I'd write everything solo during this period. This year, I'll likely be asking for help. That said, you're all welcome to sit back and enjoy the ride. If you do want to pitch segments, please don't hesitate to do so. That said, I do hope to build something for everyone to have something meaningful at RTG.
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Glimmer Sisters |
Posted by: Glimmer - 06-05-2025, 01:09 PM - Forum: Tag Teams
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Tag Team Name: Glimmer Sisters
Members: Gia & Gina Glimmer
Alignment: Heel but with MASSIVE fan appeal (for fairly obvious reasons)
Gimmick: Twins who are “adult circus” performers in addition to transitioning into wrestling. They know what they've got and are not afraid to use their bodies, their charms and their identical appearances to get to the top together by any means necessary.
Entrance Music: “Tongue Twister” - Cash Cash
Entrance Description:
All the lights in the arena suddenly cut out, leaving the fans gasping and roaring in surprise. After a moment, blue lighting overtakes the arena, almost making it look like the entire place is underwater. On the stage, we can see what looks like water raining down right in front of the entryway, a silhouette of a woman visible behind it as she's flipping her hair and looks to be getting “dressed” for battle. “Tongue Twister” then hits and after a few seconds, we see Gina Glimmer (we assume) walk through the water, motioning as though she were parting a curtain, sashaying in a way that draws all eyes to her hips as she grins knowing full well what she's doing. Once she's fully visible she flaps her arms at her sides almost like she's flying, and as she does we see a second pair of arms flapping in the opposite motion appear from behind her, almost making her look like one of those multi-armed Hindu gods. After a few flaps she leans to one side as we see her twin Gia Glimmer (again, we assume) suddenly appear from behind her and lean the opposite way, perfectly mirroring one another. They join hands and look as though they're about to break into a ballroom dance, but Gina simply uses this to flip Gia over her back, and the moment she lands on her feet in time with the bass dropping the lighting immediately changes to a vibrant display of pinks and yellows. At this, the two begin to dance their way down to the ring, again a perfect mirror of one another as their sensual motions hypnotize the audience. The mirror routine breaks at a few points when they stop dancing to briefly interact with fans, Gina scoffing at some guy not worth her time in the front row desperately trying to get her number while Gia teases potentially flashing her side of the crowd only to stick her tongue out and tell them to “blame SCW” for the let down. Once they reach ringside they dance their way over to the hard cam side of the ring before pulling themselves onto the apron facing away from each other, where they press their butts together and slowly rise as they stick their tongues out and suggestively lick each finger, drawing excited cheers from all interested parties that clash with the boos they're otherwise getting from those that either aren't interested in them or see through the act. Once they're both fully upright, they mirror one another again as they lean back against the ropes, pushing out their chests for the fans' enjoyment before hooking their arms around the top rope and backflipping into the ring in sync. Once they're back in the ring the lighting returns to the underwater hues as they dance around the ring one more time, mirroring one another again, before meeting in the middle of the ring as a spotlight shines down on them. They sensually embrace, each lifting a leg up in a way that makes it seem like they're trying to wrap it around the other's body as they flip their hair before motioning for the camera to get a close-up of them as they grin and wink to the fans at home. The lights then completely cut out again for a brief moment before coming back on as normal, the Glimmer Sisters separating and moving to their corner as they wait for the bell with a hungry look in their eyes.
Finishers:
Mirror Routine (With an opponent standing between them, Gia & Gina will deliver stereo superkicks, one to the face and the other to the back of the head, in perfect sync with one another, smashing the opponent's skull between their boots.)
Asspocalypse (With an opponent kneeling in the center of the ring, Gia & Gina size them up from opposite corners, shaking their asses in anticipation. They then charge forward, twisting at the last second for maximum momentum as they slam their ample asses against one another, crushing the opponent's head between them.)
Signature Tactics:
Twin Magic (Because Gia & Gina are identical twins and the differences between their appearances are extremely subtle, it's almost impossible to tell them apart and they will use this to their advantage as they please. Whenever the referee and their opponents aren't paying attention, a downed Glimmer Sister will roll out or be pulled out of the ring by the other, who will then roll in and pretend to be the legal woman, opening the door for an opponent to be surprised either by an inside cradle pin or a “suddenly rejuvenated” Glimmer Sister to catch them off-guard with something and steal the win. This is a tactic they'll use in either tag or singles matches to steal the win by any means necessary. A more subtle version of this can also be used solely in tag matches, where they take advantage of the referee's back being turned to switch between who's “legal” and who's waiting on the apron, the referee never being able to tell them apart at first glance so he'd never suspect foul play.)
As a means of trying to humiliate an opponent (though they claim they're just giving everyone “what they know they all dream of”), if there's a slow point in the match and Gia & Gina have a clear 2-on-1 advantage, one of them will force an opponent onto their knees and hold their head while the other will slowly pull down her tights enough to expose her skimpy thong and otherwise bare ass, striking the classic Coppertone Girl pose as her sister proceeds to force the opponent to literally “kiss her ass,” the Glimmer Sisters just laughing at their antics and delighting in them.
Signature Moves:
T&A (With an opponent in the corner, either trying to recover or after being irish whipped into it, one of the Glimmer Sisters will charge in and deliver a stinger splash to them, driving her ample chest into the opponent's face in the process. With the opponent dazed from this, that woman will then get on all fours in front of them so the other Glimmer Sister can use her as a platform for the extra height needed to twist so she can drive her ample ass into the opponent's face, potentially crushing their head against the turnbuckle in the process.)
Tightrope Act (With an opponent down, both Glimmer Sisters will climb to the top rope facing away from the ring. They'll join hands before the legal sister leaps up into a perfect handstand, supported only by the illegal sister holding her up with just her hands while standing tall on the top turnbuckle. They'll hold this for a few moments, with the legal sister even including a bit of ass shaking into her handstand to try and further enrapture the fans as well as prove their perfect balance, before the illegal sister throws her arms back and lets go, giving the legal sister an extra push on top of the extra height she's got from her position to land a beautiful and devastating double rotation moonsault. In the event the moonsault misses, which is possible given how much time they waste with the setup, the illegal sister will still be perched up top and will immediately respond with some other aerial offense to try and maintain the advantage by any means necessary.)
Biography:
Not much is known about Gia & Gina Glimmer, mostly because whoever they used to be has been lost to time because of how much work they put in to completely reinvent themselves, down to legally changing their names and changing up their looks so that nobody from their past lives would be able to recognize them. The first appearance of the women these twin sisters became was as a brand new act for an adult circus called the Cirque du Sins, run by a ringmaster who called himself Lucian Lurid that featured acts that blended traditional circus showmanship with nudity and more “sexy and raunchy” takes on classic circus acts. The Glimmer Sisters, in particular, became fast rising stars of the circus, due to being able to do just about any act asked of them and embracing the more “adult” nature this circus presented to a degree that surpassed even their fellow performers, earning them quite a large cult following. Issues did arise, however, when Gia & Gina realized that Lucian was shorting them quite noticeably on some of their paychecks after a while, proving that being a greedy and sleazy scumbag wasn't just a circus act for him as he tried to throw every bit of legal jargon he could at the twins to convince them that, per their contracts with him, he had a right to take larger cuts as needed. Gia & Gina responded to this by seeking side hustles to make up the money they were being screwed out of, turning to things such as OnlyFans and even briefly dabbling in amateur pornography for a time before Lucian begged them to stop. He succeeded, but only because he gave them a sob story that, surprisingly, actually proved to be true once undeniable evidence was presented to them. Gia & Gina, who had grown to love flaunting their stuff for the Cirque du Sins even if they still didn't fully trust Lucian, agreed to help, and Lucian gave them a platform they weren't expecting to do just that: wrestling. Apparently, he'd used some rather dubious tactics to forge some powerful connections in the business through notable people he'd caught attending their shows, and he was certain Gia & Gina had what it took to take the business by storm and not only get to flaunt what they've got in an entirely different arena, but also make him a lot of money to get himself out of his jam. Gia & Gina agreed, so long as they got to keep a good cut of their wrestling earnings to make up for what Lucian stole from them, and because the women they had styled themselves into now truly believed that they had all the tools they needed to conquer the wrestling business with minimal effort on the actual wrestling front. How they ended up with SCW contracts is truly a mystery, but regardless, the Glimmer Sisters are here and they're ready to put on a show, so long as SCW is ready for the hottest act they've ever had gracing their TV programming each and every week.
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THOTF update |
Posted by: supremecw - 06-05-2025, 01:23 AM - Forum: OOC Board
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Things are coming together. My hope is to have everything ready to post for Friday evening. A card will then follow and we'll be on the road to Rise to Greatness.
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Fed Friends! |
Posted by: Matt Hodges - 06-01-2025, 06:23 PM - Forum: OOC Board
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Greetings everybody. Shoot me a PM if you want me to read your work. I’m hoping to have some downtime at work to do some reading. Anybody who wants a review
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The "Huntsman" Ethan Stryfe |
Posted by: PhantomTroupe - 05-28-2025, 04:49 PM - Forum: Singles
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
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Wrestler's Alias: The "Huntsman" Ethan Stryfe
Wrestler's Real Name: Ethan James Morrison
Twitter Handle (if applicable): Nah...
Pic Base: Jeff Hardy (2002/2003 edition)
Height: 5'11
Weight: 215 lbs.
Birthdate:
Birth Place: Koloa, Kauai, Hawaii
Current Residence: Verona, Hawaii
Physical Description:
A handsome blonde, blue-eyed devil without a care in the world. Very well fit from a life living in Hawaii, however due to his family genetics he just *DOESN'T* tan...not even in the slightest. His normal wrestling gear is composed mainly of a white wife-beater shirt and black cargo pants and black/white wrestling boots. Otherwise he tends to wear whatever he damn well chooses...along with his signature stone mask.
WRESTLING INFORMATION
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Wrestling Style: Queen's Court-Lucharesu/Jade Court-Puroresu
Ethan's style of wrestling is full of strikes and submissions, while he might appear to be "playful"-Ethan's in ring work is the complete opposite and is perhaps one of the most vicious strikers currently on the indy scene as he can hit kicks and strikes with an incredible speed and impact, with one of his kicks being quick and strong enough to knock the wind out of his opponent.
In the ring, he is a fast and agile bastard, not really caring for the well being of his opponent as he is known for being incredibly vicious in the ring, moving almost like a surgeon in the ring with his strikes and holds as he prefers not to let a single move be wasted. Even though he is a high-flyer, when he uses submission holds he falls back upon his martial arts training and applies pressure point locks without any form of hesitation or regret, because to him-he just doesn't care in the ring.
Alignment: Heel with Face Pop and Reactions
Years Pro: 4
Theme Song: "Hate Me" by Escape the Fate
Finishers: The "Killing Joke" and the "Howling"
Finishers Descriptions:
1. The "Killing Joke" is a Pumphandle half-nelson driver AKA Penta's "Pentagon Driver"
2. The "Howling" is a High Impact Spinning Heel kick AKA Malakai Black's "Black Mass Kick" (this move is protected)
Signature Moves:
1. The "Final Testament" (Penta's "Mexican Destroyer")
2. The "Last Surprise" (Slingblade), sometimes done multiple times in succession
3. The "Match Day Shenanigans" (Kick to the back of the knee, hit the ropes, follow up with the world's stiffest penalty kick)
4. The "Blood Eagle" (Double chickenwing facebuster transitioned into a cross-legged double chickenwing camel clutch)-can also be used as a finish
5. The "Hollow Point" (Shining Wizard from behind)-adopted from David Morton
6. The "Final Heaven" (Springboard forearm smash)
Common Moves:
1.Multiple Suplex variations
--Belly-to-back/sometimes into the barricade
--Exploder
--Side Belly-to-Belly
--Slingshot
--Super
--Cobra Clutch
--German/sometimes while sliding to an opponent hung from the second rope
--Snap
--Tiger
--Double-underhook front floated over into a cross armbreaker
--Cravate,
--Full Hatch/Snap double-underhook front
--Half-Hatch/Snap single-underhook front)
2. Multiple Kicks
--Running corner
--Front Missile
--Single-leg missile
--Repeated shoot to a kneeling opponent's chest followed by a roundhouse to the opponent's head with theatrics
Super
3. Multiple elbow strike variations (Corner, Diving, Rolling/Discus, Running)
4. Multiple Submissions
--Ankle Lock
--Arm trap seated abdominal stretch
--Back-clinched double-arm-trap dragon sleeper
--Cobra clutch to a facedown opponent
--Cobra Twist
--Diving pressing arm-breaker
--Dragon Sleeper
--Indian deathlock
--Single leg Boston crab/sometimes with Ethan's knee wrenched into the opponent's spine or neck
--Sleeper Hold, Surfboard/sometimes proceeded by a double-leg stomp to the opponent's knee or while applying a dragon sleeper or chinlock
5. European Uppercut (Forearm Uppercut, sometimes in a diving variant)
6. Dragon Screw Leg Whip
7. Backflip off the top rope over a standing opponent, followed by a crooked arm lariat
8. Bent-arm stomp
9. Double knee facebreaker
10. Tope con Hilo (Suicide somersault senton)
11. Powerbomb onto the Knee
12. Lung Blower (Double knee backbreaker, sometimes while spring boarding)
13. Gotch-style Piledriver (Cradle reverse piledriver)
14. Jumping High Knee
15. Snap Scoop Powerslam
16. Olympic Slam
17. Jujigatame/ARMageddon
18. Diamond Dust
19. Swanton Bomb
20. Triangle Choke
Strengths:
1. Unorthodox Bastard: There is nothing normal about Ethan, from his mannerisms to how he operates outside of the ring, he is very cock and egotistical as well as being eccentric, rebellious, and of times perverted, often disrespecting or just outright mocking his opponents in a very vulgar fashion unless said opponents have earned-he's like Alucard from "Hellsing Abridged" became a pro-wrestler...but due to this unorthodox manner he is a very capable and vicious opponent in the ring, among other things.
2. "I'm never truly alone": Ethan never travels solo, because whenever you see him, the "Enforcer" Kyle Gibson (the older brother of the Phantom Troop's Eric Gibson) is usually lurking in the shadows near-by and the 6'2/240 pound "Insurance Program from Hell", quickly shows why he's simply the best.
3. No Fear: Ethan doesn't fear anything or anyone...nor does he give two shits either as fear simply gets in the way of what the "Huntsman" wants to accomplish and as such, it has no place in his world view. He's very much like Giovanni Aries in that aspect.
Weaknesses:
1. Vicious Bastard: Ethan is a very vicious wrestler with every single move and hold applied without any form of wasted move or action...if he is made to deviate from this, Ethan will become much more physically violent...all with a wide grin on his face because this is a sadist who enjoys his work all too much.
2. Light Heavyweight: Although seen as a weakness, Ethan has actively chosen to stay in the light heavyweight range (215 pounds) and works hard to keep it that way.
Entrance:
Biography:
Born in Kōloa, an unincorporated community and census-designated place in Hawaii, Ethan was a physical prodigy as his grandfather was one of the few surviving masters of the ancient Hawaiian martial art of Kapu Kuʻialua which was based around bone breaking, joint locks, throws, pressure point manipulation, strikes and various other things that was only practiced by the king's honor guards after the "Koa" helped Kamehameha the Great to unify the islands in 1810. The style came naturally to Ethan as did his education as he graduated with honors from the Governor Wallace R. Farrington High School. Having grown up watching old tapes of Polynesian pro wrestling from the eighties and been inspired by them, Ethan soon looked up a local wrestling school and joined the first class of Vergil Urahara's "Apocalypse Academy" and found himself in a unique place on the ground floor as the first class was being jointly trained by Devon Slayton and Jacob Striker.
Trained alongside Kyle Valentine, Marcus Owens, David Striker, and a few others that would become represented by the Tiger's Den which helped him to start working for the Extreme Wrestling Incorporated and started working touring dates all over Japan and somewhere along the way, Ethan formed the "Rogue Army" faction in EWI which turned out to be very effective with it's dark nature and sinister overtones...in short Ethan's mad ways made him successful.
However Ethan's influence hasn't just stayed solely in Japan as Ethan has been revealed as the "Little Devil" on the right shoulder of David Striker, who seems to be working his "corrupting" influence on his old friend and former training partner among other things.
Sample RP (optional):
HANDLER'S INFORMATION
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Handler's First Name:
Email:
Discord:
Other:
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MAN/MONSTER || CHAPTER SEVEN (SPIRALBORNE) |
Posted by: Enigma - 05-27-2025, 11:06 PM - Forum: Character Development
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The spiral wakes in blood and bone—
not curse, not gift, but oath and throne.
It binds the breath. It brands the kin.
It marks the wound beneath the skin.
ROCK HILL, NEW YORK
MAY 1, 2025
(OFF CAMERA)
Elle didn’t cry when she saw the spiral. Not when the shape branded itself into her son’s soft skin like a birthright carved by unseen hands. Not even when the voice inside her finally rose up and said: you lied to yourself. For years.
She didn’t cry, though she wanted to. She simply rocked him, whispering words that said everything and nothing. He cooed, soft but deliberate. Too steady. Too human. His strange eyes opened. She remembered a boy – those same eyes, the same hollow gaze, sitting cross-legged in the sand, saying: “you don’t belong here either, do you?”
Inside, that black door creaked wider.
One she’d buried in memory – under logic, under love, under Sev. Under all the trauma heaped on her, like a punishment never understood until now. A penance she’d accepted because some part of her always knew what waited on the other side.
No more creaking. The door flung itself wide. Because it had to.
She was ten again. Back in that cold, windowless house where she’d been ditched for the summer. The one with the rules. Rules she never understood – no one ever explained them. The one where she wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to, and even then, nobody ever listened. The one where the air was always too still, and the floorboards creaked like they were warning her to run. The one where she’d learned how to be invisible and agreeable as a matter of survival. She’d forgotten all about this first visit. Or maybe it had been buried on purpose – the place didn’t matter. It was what had brought her here.
There had been a boy. Younger, pale, always alone. No one talked to him. Because he had the mark.
She hadn’t understood, then. Not really. She’d thought they meant a scar, or a bruise, or some weird birthmark. Until she saw it. The boy had fallen during a storm drill. Peeled up the sleeve of his shirt. She’d knelt to help him—
And there it was. A spiral, ink-black and perfect, winding just under his skin like a secret trying to crawl out. He’d looked at her, hollow-eyed. Said nothing but there was pity in his gaze. She ran because something stirred inside her when she saw it. Answered. Screamed a name she couldn’t recall. And that terrified her more than the mark did. She’d gone home early, burning up with fever and had drawn that same spiral over and over, covering every inch of paper she could find until her little hands ached. She couldn’t ask the question caught in her throat: who is Wyatt?
She’d forgotten all of it. Or told herself she had. Until now.
Now, holding her child, that same feeling buzzed through her bones. Not fear. Not revulsion.
Recognition.
Sev was speaking— his voice low, broken, begging. But it was background noise. The world had narrowed. Focused. Elle looked down at the boy in her arms, whose eyes were not yet open, but whose breath already mirrored the slow, steady rhythm of something older.
She leaned in, kissed his forehead. Whispered, “I remember now.” Then, finally, she looked at Sev. And what he saw in her eyes wasn’t shock—
It was knowing. A long-buried truth finally came to light.
“I’ve seen this before,” she said, needing him to know it wasn’t just a memory— it was a return. “Before I met you. Before I even knew what you were.” And then— softly, almost to herself:
“…I think I am, too.”
He heard her. He heard her. But his mind tried to reject it, like the body flinching from a too-bright light. He didn’t move. Didn’t dare breathe.
I think I am, too.
The words didn’t echo. They landed like stones in still water. No drama. Just undeniable and inevitable. And Sev— THE MONSTER MACHINE, survivor of horror and handler of beasts— felt his knees go weak. Not from fear. No. From the shattering reversal of it all. He had lived his whole life believing he was the edge she’d walked. The curse she’d taken on. The dark she’d let into her veins in defiance of fate. He’d let himself need that. Let it justify the way he had clung to her. Protected her. Warned her, over and over, “you don’t know what I am.”
But she did. She always had.
She’d just forgotten.
Or lied.
Or both.
Sev’s hands trembled. Their boy let out a soft grunt in Elle’s arms, shifting slightly, unaware of the silence that had detonated the room. The spiral was still there, like a blessing from something older than either of them. A shared hallucination, maybe. But now that they’d both seen it, the mark settled— growing fainter with each breath. He could still feel its truth in the silence, smelling burnt herbs like a mystical offering. But he knew now, this wasn’t just his mark.
It was theirs.
He stepped back. Not far. Just enough for the space between them to feel different. He looked at her like he was seeing a stranger – or the clearest version of her he’d ever seen. He tasted blood, not even aware he’d torn the cracked skin from his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth as if he could grind all those questions to pulp just as easily. One slipped out anyway and he hated how weak that whisper sounded. “Why, Elle… why didn’t you tell me?”
She looked down at the baby and said nothing.
Sev’s voice cracked when he spoke again, fragmented with emotion he couldn’t begin to name. “Why didn’t you tell yourself?”
That landed. She flinched— just slightly. But it was enough for him to understand. She had known something. Not consciously. But the body always remembered what the mind buried. And her body had chosen him because it recognized kin.
He pressed the heel of his palm hard to his eye, as if pushing tears back in. “All this time, I thought I dragged you into this,” he rasped, “I thought I’d ruined you.”
She looked up, sharply. “You didn’t, Sev. You could never.”
“You’re saying you were already…”
He couldn’t say it. Marked. Chosen. Like me.
She finished the sentence. “I was already part of it.”
The words weren’t triumphant. They weren’t resigned. They were just true. Sev sat hard on the bed’s edge, palms open, eyes wide.
“I don’t know what this means.”
Elle came to him, slow. Still holding the boy. “Neither do I.”
And for the first time since the birth, they sat together. Not monster and mother. Not sinner and redeemer. But something else. Two people— each with a scar the other had never seen— staring down into the face of what they’d made.
Something new.
Something old.
Something the world would never understand.
The child cries. The forest grins.
What once begins, begins again.
A crown of fire, a serpent ring,
a mother's fear of what she'll bring.
ROCK HILL, NEW YORK
MAY 20, 2025
(OFF CAMERA)
It was nearly dusk when she saw him again. Through the kitchen window— past the smudge of toddler fingerprints and the leftover rain still clinging to the glass— Sev was out walking the dog, bandaged hands in his coat pockets, shoulders bowed ever so slightly. He moved slowly, like his body still ached from everything it had carried lately.
Maybe it did.
Maybe it was just the aftermath of five days on the road— back-to-back bookings with SCW and PWC.
She felt that flutter in her stomach, the rush of warmth that hadn’t faded even after all this time, and a part of her whispered: welcome home.
She watched his progress beneath the bare-branched canopy, Gizmo tugging gently at the leash in that aimless, instinctual way dogs do near woods. The light was soft— bruised pink and gold— and it haloed him like some exhausted saint dragged from a forgotten painting.
That light suited him – almost flattering, in a way that made her breath catch and fog the glass.
The dog tugged ahead, eager but unhurried, nose to the dirt path curving towards the woods.
Elle stood still, the baby cradled in her arms, his breath warm and steady against her collarbone. She rocked gently, more out of instinct than intent, and watched Sev begin to fade into the treeline, swallowed by the early shadow of trees.
Not all the way into the forest— just enough to blur.
Just far enough for the trees to close around him like an old memory.
And for one breathless instant, she saw something that couldn’t be there.
A door. Half-sunk. Waiting.
Not a memory. Not a metaphor.
Just the truth – rotting quietly beneath the trees.
It was gone as quickly as it came. But her blood knew it. Her bones remembered. It had existed. Once. Not here. But in a place like this.
And once— she couldn’t remember how, or why—
Someone had gone through it.
She could still feel the pull.
Not fear. Not grief. Just the echo of absence.
She hadn’t thought of that place in years.
Not since she was a child, and her mind had folded that summer into corners too tight to open.
Not since her brother—
Elle’s breath caught on another fragment of memory.
She’d told her mother, once. Gotten a strange look and a curt: “Don’t be silly. You never had a brother.”
After that, she stopped asking.
Her son shifted in her arms. A grunt. A whisper. Eyes not quite open. She looked down to hush him. When she looked up again, there was no door.
Outside, Sev turned, as if he felt that stabbing ache she was trying to reckon with now.
The empty womb.
The absence where those memories should have been.
He looked back at the house. At her.
He lifted one hand and waved— and even through vision blurred with tears that refused to fall, she knew that smile was on his face. That smile. The one that transformed him.
She raised hers in return, fingers trailing across the windowpane.
The chill of the glass grounded her. For now.
But behind her ribs, where old things slept, the black door waited.
She held him closer now. Not like a mother holding a newborn. Like a girl clinging to a ghost that never said goodbye.
Her lips brushed the crown of his head.
Warm. Real. Spiralbright.
She held him like she was falling. Like if she let go, the world would tip back into forgetting.
Like the connection she’d remembered— the chasm that had finally been closed— would yawn wide open between her and Sev again. She kept her lips pressed to his baby-soft skin, breathing in his scent. His breath was shallow, like hers.
The spiral burned cold, imprinted on the insides of her eyelids. She could feel it turning.
Her arms trembled with the weight of it all.
“Wyatt,” she whispered—to the boy and the ghost and the name in her blood.
Then, softer— raw with promise or warning—
“…they won’t take you again.”
She said it like a vow.
But somewhere, in the hush between her heartbeats, the woods seemed to breathe. And she wasn’t sure if they believed her.
The sky dimmed as Sev turned, pulled back towards the woods and for one breathless moment, she thought she saw him change.
Not in shape, but in weight, as if something slipped from his shoulders, and something else slipped on. A mantle. A shadow. A memory made flesh. Not monstrous. Not yet.
But not wholly human, either.
Elle whispered, almost reverently, “don’t forget your way back.”
And this time, she didn’t mean just the path. She meant him. The man. The MONSTER. The MACHINE.
The father. Their protector. Her everything.
She blinked. He was just Sev again.
Just the tired man with a dog and bandaged hands, heading down the trail where the light always seemed to vanish faster than it should. But the feeling remained— sharp, metallic, lodged like a splinter in her mind. The baby stirred, as if he’d felt it too. She pressed her lips to his temple. “Shh,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure who she was soothing.
Beyond the glass, Sev stopped walking and turned his head— slowly, almost dreamlike— toward the trees. Toward where that door might have been. The wind caught the hem of his coat, tugging it sideways like a hand trying to pull him in. For a moment, he just stood there.
Then, without warning, he turned back. Walked home.
Not fast. Not slow. Just deliberate. Like a man who knew where he’d been, and what he was walking away from— for now.
Elle’s heart knocked against her ribs. Not in fear. Not in panic. But in recognition.
Again.
When Sev stepped inside, he didn’t speak. Just met her eyes across the kitchen, and something passed between them— wordless, marrow-deep.
Not a question. Not yet. But a promise.
There would be more doors.
They both knew it.
The child stirred. Twitched, once. Let out a low sound that wasn’t quite a cry. She whispered to soothe him, though the words came out shaky. Like part of her wasn’t sure if she was comforting the baby or herself. Because she knew, now. Not just about Sev. Not just about the invisible line between man and monster. Not just about the forgotten boy from the summer house. Not just about the spiral. But about herself.
And about the road ahead. All of it was almost too much to bear and yet she felt alive for the first time in years. Her hand drifted across her son’s back, as if searching for something she couldn’t name. She didn’t find the spiral. But she felt it.
Pulsing.
Turning.
Softly.
Patiently.
Like it was waiting.
Sev joined her at the window, gathering her into his arms. He smelled like tobacco and pine, petrichor and salt – he smelled like home.
I bear the mark. I bit the steel.
I made the gods choke on their meal.
I lit the match with a monster’s right,
To feast on the ashes of your birthright.
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