Aaron Blackbourne vs. Blake Mason

2 RP Limit for singles matches
Deadline: Noon ET Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Breakdown Card – October 10, 2018
Jason Helms w/Bree Lancaster vs. Abigail Lindsay w/Dawn Lohan
 
Kennedy Street vs. Chris Cannon
 
Syren vs. Jake Starr
 
SCW Television Championship
Scarlet Grey vs. Josh Hudson
 
Marie Jones vs. Alistaire Allocco
 
Datura vs. Dustin Adams
 
Bianca Evans vs. Gigi Steward
 
Television Championship Eliminator
Total Terror vs. Casterillo
 
Slayter McKinney vs. Owen Cruze
 
Aaron Blackbourne vs. Blake Mason
 
2 RP Limit for singles matches
Deadline: Noon ET Tuesday, October 9, 2018
 
 
Breakdown Card – October 17, 2018

Selena Frost vs. Damian Angel
 
Redemption (James Evans & Angelica Jones) vs. The Network
 
Andrew Raynes & Ravyn Taylor vs. Tommy Valentine & Christy Matthews
 
Sam Raine & Crissy Gardner vs. Har Megiddo (Malphas & Behemoth)
 
Bree Lancaster w/Jason Helms vs. Dawn Lohan w/Abigail Lindsay
 
SCW Television Championship
Casterillo/Total Terror vs. Scarlet Grey/Josh Hudson
 
Konrad Raab vs. Ruby Amarant
 
Bianca Evans in action
 
1 RP Limit for singles matches; 2 RP Limit for Tag Team matches
Deadline: Noon ET Tuesday, October 16, 2019

http://www.supremecw.com/results/breakdo...t32018.htm

I need to take off for next week's show. I have a wedding to attend this weekend so I won't be around a computer for quite awhile.

Okay, whilst before I know I had a patchy time role-playing but I thought I had turned a corner as for my reasoning which caused me to take an extended LOA.   However, I was wrong and things got worse at work. After being on an 'Improvement Plan' for nearly half a year and working my fingers to the bone every day I was working..  Despite there being tons of evidence  the delightful people I work for told me I wasn't good enough to be on the security department I was on, and there had been no improvement which left me heartbroken, and feeling like I was worth nothing and a failure to be quite honest. The bright idea they had was that it would work wonders to put me in the department I was previously in which they KNEW I hated with a passion which made me feel even worse when I thought it wasn't possible. But it wasn't all bad as I now feel the need to share with you all that I was approached by another security company that were eager to get me on board with them and so yesterday, I handed in my notice at work and start a new chapter in my life in just over a week!

So yeah, i get the feeling that I'm no longer going to be experiencing anything like I have been over the past year and will get back to being a lot more active here too. I might not be as active as others on here but I share the feeling that we are all one big (if not sometimes dysfunctional) family and sharing this with all of you has been on my mind for a while but this is the first time I've seen light at the end of the tunnel for me.

For me it was Wrestlemania VIII My dad ran a restaurant and he decided to start showing ppvs. And this was the first. I saw this show and it just got me and i was a fan...first of the warrior and hogan. But then Summerslam would come and my all time fave would be sealed Bret the Hitman Hart. His match with Bulldog just showed me how awesome and exciting wrestling could be it was fantastic and i will say probably one of the best matches ever for me.

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!

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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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

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.

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.