Syren, Deanna Frost & Kimberly Williams vs. The European Fiery Nation

[Kemal Yilmaz]

Syren, Deanna Frost & Kimberly Williams vs. Federico Gasperoni, Dakon Theron & Ludvig Eriksson

6 RP limit for six person tag

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, March 11, 2026

[The Matt]

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March 3rd, 2026
Baltimore, Maryland
Off Camera
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The Waffle House sat at the corner of a quiet Baltimore intersection, its familiar yellow sign glowing like a stubborn beacon against the late night darkness. Most of the nearby storefronts had already shut down for the evening, their windows dark and lifeless, but the small diner remained brightly lit as though time moved differently inside its walls. The parking lot was nearly empty, with only a couple of cars scattered beneath the humming streetlights. A faint breeze carried the distant sound of traffic from a larger road several blocks away, but here the city felt strangely still. Kimberly Williams, The Woman Scorned and self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match, stepped inside, bringing with her a gust of cooler night air and the restless energy that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She paused just inside the doorway for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the brightness after the dim streets outside.

Inside, fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, reflecting off the checkered tile floor and the long counter that stretched across the front half of the room. The air smelled strongly of coffee, butter, and something sweet lingering from waffles cooked hours earlier. Grease hissed quietly on the grill behind the counter, though no one currently stood over it. A stack of clean plates waited beside the cooking station, and a half filled coffee pot rested on its warmer as if patiently anticipating the next order. Most of the booths stood empty. Their red vinyl seats showed the subtle wear of years of customers sliding in and out at all hours of the day and night. The tabletops were clean but carried faint scratches and marks that had become permanent over time. A small jukebox sat unused near the wall, its colored lights glowing faintly even though no song had been selected. In the corner, an old television hung from a bracket, playing a muted late night news broadcast that no one was watching.

Williams was dressed in a loose dark hoodie hung open over a worn t-shirt with a penguin emblem on the front. Her jeans were slightly baggy, comfortable and practical, the knees creased from regular wear. A pair of old sneakers completed the outfit, their white rubber edges scuffed and dulled from long use. Her red hair hung loosely around her shoulders in uneven waves, not styled or tamed in any deliberate way. Kimberly’s gaze moved automatically toward the same booth she always checked first. Sure enough, Larry Dempsey was already there. He sat in the corner booth near the window, leaning comfortably against the backrest with one arm draped over the top of the seat. A mug of coffee rested in front of him, along with a plate that still held the remains of what had probably been a late dinner. The overhead light above the booth cast a warm glow over the table, separating that little corner from the otherwise quiet restaurant.

Dempsey’s hair was dark brown and slightly messy, as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly during the evening. A light stubble covered his jaw, giving him a somewhat tired but grounded appearance. He wore a flannel shirt over a plain gray tee, the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. His jeans were simple and practical, and his boots looked sturdy enough to handle long days on his feet.

The two of them shared a history that stretched far beyond ordinary friendship. Years earlier they had met under circumstances neither of them would have chosen. Both had spent time in the same mental institution, navigating long days filled with therapy sessions, medication schedules, and the quiet struggle of trying to piece their lives back together. In a place where trust came slowly and carefully, they had somehow found it in each other. When they eventually left that chapter of their lives behind, they made a quiet promise to keep checking in. Not through formal plans or complicated arrangements. Just something simple and reliable. Every once in a while they met at this same Waffle House.

Larry noticed Kimberly the moment she stepped through the door. Even from across the room it was easy to recognize the energy she carried with her. The way she moved had not changed much since the days they first met. There was still that hint of unpredictability in her stride, like someone who was always just one idea away from doing something impulsive. Kimberly started toward the booth, weaving casually between empty tables. Her footsteps echoed lightly against the tile floor as she approached. The hum of the lights overhead continued its steady rhythm, and the smell of coffee hung warmly in the air.

“Lawrence of Arabia!” Kimberly exclaims in a cheerful tone that Larry has come to expect of her. She plops herself down in the booth with Larry. She props her elbow on the table and rests her head in her hand. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Now Kimberly, you know that I prefer Larry.” He chuckles softly.

“And you know that I give all of my favorite people nicknames! You should feel honored to be in such a lofty, elite club.” She winks playfully.

“Indeed I do feel honored to call myself your friend.” Larry responds. But before he can go any further, the waitress, wearing a standard black Waffle House uniform, approaches the booth with notepad and pen in hand, looking at Kimberly.

“Kimmy.” The waitress works this late shift and doesn’t get many customers, thus people like Larry and Kim who visit on a regular basis like this quickly become known to her. “It has been awhile.”

“Yeah, it has!” She snickers.

“What’s up, Kimmy?” The waitress asks. “Too busy for your Waffle House friends?”

“Never.” Kim shakes her head. “But you know me, always busy globe trotting for Supremely Catty Wrestling…they like cats there, so I’m told…”

“Right.” The waitress laughs at Kim’s humor. “So what do you want? The usual?”

“You know me. Coffee. Black. Don’t doctor that shit.”

“I’ll get to it right away.”

The waitress turns and walks away, preparing to fill the order. Once she is gone Larry turns back to Kimberly and sighs.

“You know, she has a point.”

“What?”

“It has been awhile since you made an appearance for our regular Waffle House visits.” Larry points out, with a hint of judgment in his voice. “The last two visits I showed up and I waited for you but you never showed.”

“Maybe you didn’t wait long enough?” Kim suggests. “I mean, you know I have a reputation for being late.”

“Nice try, my friend, but I waited two hours.”

“Darn.” Kim smirks. “Can’t blame a girl for trying, right?”

The waitress returns with the mug of coffee, black as Kim requested, and sets it down on the table in front of The Woman Scorned. Kim thanks her and the waitress turns and walks away. Once she is gone Larry Dempsey once again puts pressure on his longtime friend.

“Kimberly, you do recall why we have these meetings, do you not?”

“Uh-huh,” she nods her head “to check on each other, make sure we’re not regressing, make sure we’re not going crazy again.” She smirks. “Just between us, I think it’s too late for me!”

“Quite right.” Larry nods his head. “We come together regularly to check in with one another, to make sure we are progressing, that we are not…as you so eloquently put it…going crazy. And I take these visits very seriously, my friend. As you know I did regress myself last year.”

“Yep, you started hearing those funny little voices again. I performed an exorcism and everything.” The Queen of the Death Match sighs with a big grin on her face. “Ah, good memories.”

“Good for you, not for me.” He shakes his head. “Quite honestly, I was terrified of potentially losing my mind again, of being committed again. But you were there for me. You brought me back from the brink and I am eternally grateful to you, my friend. And were it not for these meetings, were it not for you, I am not sure if I would have survived.”

“Don’t worry, Lawrence of Arabia, I’m always here for ya!”

“That’s my point.” He states. “You ARE always here for me. And I am supposed to be there for you when you need me. So when you miss two of our meetings in a row, that bothers me. That raises concerns within me that something potentially could be going wrong in your life.”

“Pffft, no need to worry about me!” She insists, trying to deflect and trying to put his mind at ease. She senses where this is going and does not wish to talk about it. “I am fine!”

“So nothing has happened in your life that I should know about?” He asks skeptically. Kim shakes her head.

“Nope, nothing at all. I mean, there was the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament. Made the semi-finals which I am super proud of. Won my sixth and seventh SCW Underground Titles, putting me in the record book as the person with the most title reigns. SCW recently offered me a very nice new contract. I gotta admit, overall everything seems to be going just great for yours truly!”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah, that’s it!” She insists. “Oh, well, I mean coming up I will wrestle on a beach. Well not on a literal beach, perhaps, but I do get to wrestle in a nice paradise and I get to team with one of my besties Deanna Frost. Unfortunately I also have to team with Satan…or is her name Syren? I honestly can’t remember. But we’re fighting a nation of Europeans who happen to be very Fiery.”

“The European Fiery Nation.”

“Yeah, them.” Kim grins. “I like them…a little less so now that Oktoberfest is gone, but still, I like them. It’s a shame me, Deanna, and Satan will have to maim them soon.”

Larry stares deep into Kim’s eyes. The Woman Scorned hopes that he is buying her act. Slowly he shakes his head.

“You are lying.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” He nods his head. “Everyone has a tell, including you, and I know your tells. You are lying.”

Williams tries to hide the frustration building within her. She was hoping to bluff her way out of this but it isn’t working. Finally she sighs and shakes her head.

“Oh alright fine! I admit that not everything has been going perfect for me lately; and yes, there is a good reason I missed our last two meetings.”

“Tell me.” Larry insists.

The Queen of the Death Match is still hesitant about saying anything. She would rather not tell him anything about Lucian Floreschu, how he blackmailed her and tried to warp and twist her into something she’s not. It would force her to once again confront demons of her past. But still, this man, Larry Dempsey, he has been one of the few people she can trust fully and wholeheartedly. He has been there for her through thick and thin. Despite the unease and nerves, Kimberly finally begins to relax and let her guard down as she begins to tell him everything.

“You remember my guardian, right?”

“Your foster mother, Emma Floreschu.” Larry states.

“She wasn’t a mother of any sort.” Kim’s anger boils over for just a moment. But she quickly composes herself. “But yes, her…well, her brother Lucian confronted me.”

“You never told me Emma had a brother.”

“Yeah, well I never knew she had a brother.” Kim retorts.

“What did he want with you?”

“Revenge.” Kimberly states. “He knew everything about me, all of my secrets. He knew how I…” her voice drops to a hushed whisper so that only Larry can hear “...murdered my sister’s abusive ex. Most importantly, he knew about how I murdered his sisters.”

“Ah, I see how this would be problematic.” Larry isn’t surprised to hear about the murders because he already knew about Kimberly’s crimes. Though society may not know of them, he does and he is satisfied that she has paid her debt to society and he is content with keeping her secrets.

“He blackmailed me.” Kimberly states bluntly. “He used the secrets to force me become his heir. That’s what he wanted. He wanted to twist me, to corrupt me into becoming as evil as Emma. He wanted me to regress, to go back to being that monster I once was. And he was there very step of the way, like a sick mentor, trying to control my life. He was telling me how to behave and what to do and what to say.” Emotion starts to well up in her face as she recalls these traumatic memories.

“So that’s why you couldn’t make our meetings?”

“Lucian refused to let me visit.” Kim responds with a sad sigh.

“Yet you are here now.” Larry points out. “Has Lucian finally backed down?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “He’s dead.”

“Oh…” Larry’s eyes grow wide “...did you…”

“No.” Kim shakes her head. “My mom did. She didn’t want me to bear the burden of having another murder on my conscience. We killed him, covered it up. As far as everyone knows he went back to Romania and left me in charge of the entire Floreschu empire.”

“So it’s over then?” Larry asks. Kim nods her head.

“I think so, I HOPE so,” she sighs and shakes her head “but I still feel guilty over his death.”

“He was blackmailing you.” Larry points out. “And you didn’t kill him.”

“No, my mom did, but she did it to save me from a trap I created for myself. If I had not murdered Emma and if I had not murdered my sister’s ex, he would have had nothing on me. Maybe this was a cosmic way of making me pay for my own crimes? I mean, I never did time for any of it.”

“You do not owe a cosmic or karmic debt to anyone.” Larry insists with a shake of his head. “You stared Floreschu’s temptation in the face and you resisted. He tried to make you regress, he tried to make you into that monster again but you would not give in. That, my friend, is a victory worth being proud of. It proves you are NOT the same person you once were. You have changed for the better.”

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March 7th, 2026
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The road that led to the house was little more than a narrow stretch of cracked pavement cutting through a patchwork of neglected land. Tall weeds leaned into the edges of the road as though trying to reclaim it, their dry stalks rustling softly in the late afternoon wind. The sky above rural Massachusetts had begun its slow drift toward evening, clouds stretched thin and pale across a fading blue horizon. It was quiet in that heavy way that only came with distance from the city. No steady hum of traffic, no distant sirens, just the occasional call of a crow somewhere in the trees and the faint creak of old branches rubbing together. The house itself sat crookedly on a patch of uneven ground at the end of a short dirt driveway that looked as though it had not been properly maintained in years. Calling it worn down almost felt generous. The wood siding had faded into an uneven gray, the paint long since peeled away by seasons of harsh winters and humid summers. Several boards along the exterior had warped outward slightly, giving the walls a tired, sagging appearance. The roof dipped unevenly in places, shingles missing here and there like gaps in a worn smile. A small porch clung stubbornly to the front of the structure, its railing leaning slightly forward as though considering giving up entirely. The wooden steps creaked even when the wind brushed against them. One of the porch boards had cracked clean down the middle and had been crudely nailed back together at some point in the distant past. A single outdoor light fixture hung above the front door, its glass cover clouded with dust and insects that had collected there over time.

It was the kind of place most people would glance at once while driving past and immediately dismiss as unlivable. Kimberly Williams stood in the dirt driveway with her hands resting on her hips, staring at the house like it was the most fascinating thing she had seen all day. Most people in her position would have laughed at the idea of living somewhere like this. Kimberly looked almost pleased. Beside her stood Tommy Wasley, her boyfriend, broad shouldered and solid, his presence grounding the scene in a way that contrasted with Kimberly’s restless energy. His thick beard framed a face that carried a mixture of curiosity and mild disbelief as he studied the building in front of them. Tommy crossed his arms slowly as he continued surveying the house, his eyes moving from the sagging porch to the uneven roof and then to the wild yard surrounding it. There was no judgment in his expression, only careful consideration. He was the kind of man who instinctively evaluated things in terms of what could be fixed rather than what was already broken.

“Home sweet home!” Kimberly exclaims as she looks at this place most would call a dump. Tommy looks on at her with a grin on his face.

“You sure you’d rather live here than somewhere more comfortable?”

“Of course!” Kim exclaims. “I mean, I AM COMFORTABLE here! This is where I lived for years and years!”

“I know but…” he sighs “it just doesn’t make sense, if you loved this place why did you leave? Why move into that grand, luxurious estate?”

“Oh that.” Kim rolls her eyes. “A mistake. One that I will never make again.”

“I admit, living in a mansion doesn’t exactly suit your persona.” He looks back at the run down home. “But this certainly does. And if this is where you want to live, then I will happily stay here with you.”

“Awww you’re sweet!” She hugs him tightly. “And I should apologize…”

“Apologize for what?”

“Well, for how I’ve been acting lately. I wasn’t exactly acting like myself.”

“I noticed.” Tommy states. “What was going on?”

The Woman Scorned considers telling him the truth; about the blackmail, about the murders, everything. Something, though, tells her not to, that he isn’t ready for the truth.

“Oh it was Lucian. He was just too controlling. Too domineering. I tried to be patient with him and listen to what he had to say but you know me…” she shakes her head “...I cannot be controlled.”

“That’s it?”

“Yup, that’s it.” It was a half truth, she left out a lot of details, but it is all he needs to know, Kim tells herself. Tommy nods his head.

“It kinda makes sense. That Lucian guy never did sit well with me. Something seemed off about him.”

“He was more than just off…” Kim snickers.

“So where is he now?”

“Oh he went back to Romania.” That is the lie, the cover story she and her mother decided to run with. Part of Kim feels guilty for lying to Tommy but she knows it is for the best.

“What are you going to do with the Floreschu mansion?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe I’ll demolish it?”

“Seems to be a waste.”

“Eh, it IS a waste.” Kim retorts. “But I have plenty of time to think about that. I am just happy to be back where I belong in my comfort zone where I truly feel like myself. No more pretending to be something or someone I’m not. And y’know, maybe that’s why I haven’t had a ton of luck in SCW lately?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, I couldn’t follow through and win Shot of Adrenaline. I couldn’t keep Syren from winning the world title. I couldn’t keep the Underground Title. A lot of shortcomings. Maybe it’s because I’ve been trying too hard to fit some mold that someone else created for me?”

“Someone like Lucian?”

“Him and people like Franky Poo.” Kim says, referring to the CEO of SCW. “I have no desire to fight him but still, I also will not change to fit someone else’s ideal of who and what I should be. I am Crazy Kim, The Queen of the Death Match, and that’s who I need to be.”

“I hate to remind you, but ONE of those people you brought up, Syren, you have to team with her on Breakdown.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” She rolls her eyes. “But I CAN be a team player. I may not like her but for the sake of my friend Deanna, I will do my part to help the TEAM win.”

[Syren]

Sorry I missed the last match. A few people know already, but a few days before I found out that I have cancer, and even when Olek reminded me of the card, I still totally blanked on it and forgot. But I'm back once again (for the renegade master, D4 damage with the ill behavior) this week for part of the very silly idea I had for last week before everything went a bit crazy, and part follow up to what was a great show.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 421
"I’m good at chaos"

[The Matt]

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On Camera
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The stretch of sand was unusually quiet for Panama City Beach, a rare pocket of calm along a shoreline that was often alive with vacationers, music, and the constant churn of activity. The Gulf of Mexico rolled in steady waves beneath a sky that seemed impossibly wide, its pale blue fading toward gold as the sun hung low in the late afternoon. The water shifted in shades of turquoise and deep green, each wave cresting with white foam before sliding gently onto the shore and dissolving into the sand. The beach itself looked almost untouched. The sand was fine and pale, nearly white in places, and it reflected the sunlight in a way that made the entire stretch of coastline seem to glow. Small shells dotted the surface here and there, tiny fragments of the ocean’s quiet offerings scattered along the tide line. A few seabirds drifted lazily overhead, their cries echoing faintly as they circled the water and occasionally dipped low to investigate the shoreline. Farther down the coast, distant buildings and hotels stood like a hazy skyline against the horizon, but here the beach felt surprisingly isolated. The wind carried the scent of salt and warm sand, and the only steady sound was the rhythm of the surf rolling in and pulling back again. Standing near the edge of the water was Kimberly Williams, and The Queen of the Death Match brought with her a completely different kind of energy than the calm surrounding her.

The Woman Scorned was dressed in a loose sleeveless tank top that clung comfortably to her frame, the fabric light enough to move with the breeze coming off the ocean. It hung casually over a pair of denim shorts that had clearly seen their share of sun and sand. The edges of the shorts were frayed from wear, and the pockets stuck out slightly beneath the hem in a way that suggested they had never been intended to be fashionable. Her feet were bare, toes sinking slightly into the soft sand whenever she shifted her weight. A pair of flip flops had been tossed nearby, half buried already by the wind and shifting grains. The ocean breeze played constantly with her hair, lifting strands of her red curls and tossing them around her face in restless waves. The sunlight caught the color in her hair and turned it almost copper in places, a bright contrast against the pale beach behind her. Tucked firmly under one arm was the most unusual companion anyone might expect to see on a beach.

Her beloved penguin plushie and now former SCW Underground Champion, Wasley.

The large penguin plushie was impossible to ignore. Its soft black and white body contrasted sharply with the brightness of the sand, and its stitched orange beak and feet gave it a permanently cheerful expression that looked almost mischievous beneath the sunlight. The plush toy was big enough that Kimberly had to hold it with both arms to keep it steady when the wind picked up. For reasons that only made the situation even more absurd and amusing, and made sense only to Kimmy herself, Wasley was dressed for the beach as well. A tiny bikini had been carefully fitted over the penguin’s plush body. The sight of a stuffed penguin wearing a bikini on an otherwise quiet beach was ridiculous in the best possible way. Kimberly seemed deeply pleased with it.

“Wasted away again in Kimmyvitaville! Searching for my lost shaker of salt!” She raises Wasley high in the air. “SALT! SALT! SALT! Now some people believe that there’s a CEO to blame. Now I think, hell it could be my fault!” The Woman Scorned snickers.

“See, with Breakdown coming to you and all of my Kimmymaniacs live from Panama Beach City, Florida, I am thinking that after me, Deanna, and Satan win our match, the three of us can go out for some good old fashioned karaoke fun. I’m always down for some fun with my friend Deanna. And hell, I’ll even put the past behind us for one night only and enjoy a celebratory night with you, Satan, because there’s no better way to celebrate a successfully executed slaughter fest than alcoholic beverages and karaoke. But seriously, Kimmymaniacs, who would have expected this? Who would have expected the woman who drove the Frosts nuts several years ago and up until just recently tried to maim Satan would now be working on the same side as those two? It’s like…like…THE REVENGERS! Revengers Assemble!” Kimberly strikes an absurdly dramatic pose with Wasley.

“Before I go any further, I want to make something perfectly clear, because I do not want to tarnish my reputation amongst my bazillions of Kimmymaniacs out there who buy all of my wonderfully absurd merchandise…so let me get one thing straight right here and right now; last Breakdown I came to the ring to help Light in the Darkness because I DO respect them. I came to that ring to help Deanna Frost because I like her and consider a friend. But you, Satan, our beloved SCW World Champion,” she shakes her head “you just happened to be in the right place and the right time. Honestly? Same goes for Shaun Cruiserweight. I don’t dislike you, but I’m not sure I like you, either. Still iffy on you. Jury is out, as they say. And this match on the Spring Break edition of Breakdown, The Revengers against The European Fiery Nation, I am doing this for Deanna. I am NOT doing this for you, Satan.”

“I suppose that makes you an honorary Revenger now.” Kimmy reaches off camera and then produces a black t-shirt with the images of Deanna, Kimberly, and Syren printed on the front and the word ‘Revengers’ printed underneath them. There are devil horns on Syren’s head, of course. “I got each one of us a t-shirt so we can have matching shirts heading into battle against the Nation of European Fiery People. See? I am being a team player. And I will do my part to make sure our team successfully tears the Fiery Europeans apart limb by limb right here in Panama Beach City, Florida! So yes, to address that one elephant in the room YOU CAN TRUST ME to do my part, Satan, but not because I like you; you just happen to be in the right place at the right time.” She winks playfully at the camera.

“Now let’s turn the attention to the people in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She points a finger at the camera. “That would be Federico Cappuchino, Dakon Theory, and Ludvig Leif Eriksson. You three find yourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time standing across the ring from me when I have bloodlust on my mind. Then again, you can’t blame me, you can’t blame Deanna, and you can’t even blame Satan…although I do like blaming her for things because, let’s face it, most everything is her fault…but for once this time it isn’t her fault. This one is all on you.”

‘What started as a simple match between Satan and Gavin Taylor turned into something resembling the Hunger Games or Game of Thrones. Just an all out war. Nothing but chaos. Why did everyone decide to suddenly run down and get involved? I mean, I can explain myself. I am crazy; need I say more? Plus my friend Deanna was under attack and I was not going to let her fight by herself. Add to that the fact that you cannot keep me away from chaos and you just knew I would involve myself. It makes sense. But you three? Why would the Fiery European Nationals decide to stick their nose into this, into something that really doesn’t have anything to do with them? Unless you wanted to help shorten Satan’s career, in which case I wish you well!” She flashes a playful thumbs up.

“But no, you went after Deanna too. Were you acting on someone’s orders or were you just itching for a fight and figured, why not?” Williams shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know and, quite frankly, I don’t care. You stepped into the chaos and now you have to deal with the chaos. You entered the world of chaos and I am the ONE TRUE Queen of Chaos. Not only that but I have the Adrenaline Champion and the World Champion standing by my side, both of whom also know how to deal with chaos, both of whom want their pound of flesh and, seeing as I am in a sharing mood, I will gladly let them have it. In other words, this won’t be a nice day at the beach for you.” She snickers.

“See what I did there? Beach?” She looks down at Wasley and frowns. “Shut up, Wasley! My attempt at humor IS funny!” She turns and looks back at the camera. “Don’t listen to Wasley, ever since he became a former Underground Champion he’s let the star power go to his head. You three won’t have to worry about that happening to you. Don’t take it the wrong way, I don’t mean that you’re never going to be stars. I’m sure there are other European Fiery Folk in other European Fiery Nations that are big fans of yours. You won’t let that kind of star power go to your head because I am going to knock your damn heads off before you get the chance.”

“Cappuchino. Theory. Leif Eriksson. To be fair I am actually looking forward to this; your old pal Oktoberfest and I, we’ve had many great wars together. We’ve shed each other’s blood. We’ve destroyed one another. Those were great memories and I look forward to making similar memories with you, starting on Spring Break Breakdown. So no hard feelings, nothing personal, and I really mean that, but sometimes a psychopath has to do what a psychopath has to do and what this psychopath has to do is rip you to shreds right here in Panama Beach City, Florida!”

[Syren]

My second for the week.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 422
"My condolences"

[The European Fiery Nation]

Atlanta, Georgia. Saturday 7th March. (Off-Camera)

It had been three months since their newest European Fiery Nation member had made a massive impact to the entire roster, one they were seeking the type of wrestler for a long time. The only heavyweight wrestler of the entire team that was doing solos wrestling that is. Dakon granted was a heavyweight wrestler as well, but he was trying to transition into something the team didn't have that could benefit from as well as being a heavyweight wrestler, a brawler type wrestler. Ludvig was a lot like Oskar, but Oskar had way more talent, especially being the King Of The Cage champion in another company.

That being said, they were all located at Federico Gasperoni's gym in Atlanta, Georgia where now, the European Fiery Nation lads go to a lot for training as Federico not long had brought in a wrestling ring, but only for wrestling training than to train students as they weren't going to go to Germany and back every single time to train. They got a gym base and the team were thankful for the move they had made and cancelled all their gym memberships at other gyms.

Granted, Federico had regular customers coming in and train in the gym as well, but they weren't allowed to wrestle in the ring which are located behind locked doors and when he needed to use the wrestling ring, he always closed the gym down. Of course, Federico wasn't alone with Dakon and Ludvig, he wanted Kemal to come as well because they needed to get more information on what the deal is.

Especially when Federico was still considered a rookie in SCW and was now the only wrestler in SCW that didn't have another wrestling company to wrestle in and that's because Kemal was still searching for another company for him to wrestle in. That being said, he saw that Federico was posing in the mirror as usual, flexing his muscles, saying he has the best wrestler's body in professional wrestling. While Dakon works on lifting weights and Ludvig goes on the cycling machine.

Federico Gasperoni: “Hey, it's Kemal you guys. I think we need to have a business meeting. Dakon and Ludvig, get your asses over here and go to the meeting room and then we get back to working out.”

It was unusual for Federico especially still being very green to professional wrestling, especially still being very green to lead Dakon and Ludvig into a war they were going to have on Thursday against Syren, Kim Williams and Deanna Frost who was their worst enemy because of her attitude in their eyes. They found her the most boring wrestler for sure. They went to the meeting room and took a seat and Dakon jumps things off.

Dakon Theron: “I don't get it Kemal, why are we working with this loser?”

Kemal Yilmaz: “Because he's the only person outside of our group that's ever spoken to me. Of course, I was going to need friends to talk to. Trust me, I know what I'm doing with Gavin and you all should play along as well. It's going to benefit all of us. Do you want to be in the background and be like Deanna Frosts of the world?”

Federico Gasperoni: “Of course, I want to be a champion, but yeah, I don't want to be that boring. Damn, I just got a perfect wrestler's body for that. People like Syren and Deanna, they aren't proper wrestlers. They are bare boned skinned wrestlers. Nobody takes them seriously. At least Kim has a tough style to it that she want to kick our ass.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “I never thought of them that way before.”

Kemal Yilmaz: “I'm glad you guys got focus on your opponents, but Federico, Kim was Konrad's friend in wrestling so you got to be careful you don't say bad stuff about her.”

Dakon Theron: “Even if she's sucking up to the most boring wrestler on earth? I don't get why Kim is friends with Deanna. Like what's so special about this generic wrestler who to be honest, I can't see the differences between Deanna and Selena to be honest. They are so alike.”

Kemal Yilmaz: “Because she done underground matches against Deanna Frost. Yeah, shocking right that she respects a boring wrestler. Deanna was only was in underground title matches because she was forced into it. Gavin on the other hand, is a wrestler that everyone should actually be. These wrestlers take wrestling too seriously.”

Which was true and always had frustrated European Fiery Nation who sure, some could say that Kemal was the most regular wrestler of the entire lot, but that's because he's limited by his religion that he couldn't go too far with as Federico poses once again with his muscles and showing off his body.

Federico Gasperoni: “Of course I take my body seriously for wrestling.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “But you're different because you're addiction is bodybuilding which you'll do in competitions someday. These wrestlers, they only want championships and nothing else. They have no personalities, no charisma, nothing. Just generic wrestlers, especially with Deanna. At least Kim and Syren, granted with Lexy have some charismatic and personalities in them.”

Kemal Yilmaz: “Anyway, the point is I did Gavin a favour and I encourage you all to work with him. Because you know how hard it is for me to get anyone, let alone a professional wrestler to talk to me, despite getting some Muslim wrestlers in the wrestling school because I need them to move on with my life.”

Dakon Theron: “I admire that for sure that it's good to have different culture to the team and good you got some Muslim friends as well as wrestlers to come to you. So, what do you think Gavin will say to us this week that he wants us to do?”

Of course, this was a question as although Kemal had enjoyed working with Gavin, the other wrestlers on the other hand, weren't sure whatsoever and the feeling of Kemal being uncomfortable accepting about women being on the beach wearing bikinis and because of this, he wants to warn the others.

Kemal Yilmaz: “I won't be at the show. I refuse to be apart of women being allowed to wear bikini's and it being allowed.”

Dakon Theron: “Oh, because of your religion? Yeah I can totally understand that it goes against everything you believe in and I can understand wanting to stay at home for that show. Especially the rumour I heard about the show being on a beach.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Hey, we can get Oskar to lead the team instead this week with talking to Gavin if y...”

Kemal Yilmaz: “Not if, I won't be apart of something that goes completely against my religion. Absolutely ridiculous.”

Of course, it left Federico so lost, even if he was posing in a mirror like a maniac that he had to look up why it was so against Kemal's religion, but it turned out it was big time after looking online on Kemal's refusal to show up for the show. He was still getting to know everyone technically.

Federico Gasperoni: “Well, that's why I'm thankfully being booked because these female wrestler's, they will never have a great body like me or take time in the gym to work on their bodies. Look at Syren and Deanna, they focus on looks than looking like wrestlers that people should fear, but they don't.”

Kemal Yilmaz: “That's unfair to Syren as she's won the top title nine times and plus, she's the current SCW champion as well, but I can totally see where you're coming from.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Honestly, the only threat in this match is Kim, but I would've had Shaun Cruze over her in this match personally. That fucking dude man, he keeps bringing up Konrad every single second, like he can't get over him.”

Dakon Theron: “Yeah, I've noticed in every single video Shaun's ever done for matches, he always mentions the match with Konrad and always mentions his anger issues. So funny he came back right after Konrad's retired and talks so much shit about him, like Konrad's even gonna care what any of SupremeCW wrestlers say about him.”

They all in agreement with that as Kemal nodded, knowing he did need to get his hands on Shaun Cruze at some point as well as Glory Braddock, although Federico had a new goal in mind for himself.

Federico Gasperoni: “I want to face Xander Valentine. The guy is everything in a wrestler you can believe. He has the body for a wrestler, he's a heavyweight wrestler and most importantly, he's someone you don't want to fuck with. Well, apart from me that is. Like with you Kemal and Glory Braddock situation.”

Kemal Yilmaz: “Indeed, but can I please get you guys to agree to work with Gavin Taylor for a bit? I know what I'm doing with him and we do need other friends besides just us, Lorenzo, Evzen and Leo. Kim sort of, but I think she doesn't like us because we work with Frank Deletosso.”

Federico Gasperoni: “Oh the guy is from Italy. I can't wait to speak Italian to him, speaking in the same language. Showing him what a real wrestler's body is like with drinking so much protein shakes and working my body everyday. Anyway, I can agree with that as we all need to advance ourselves, although if you guys want to take care of Shaun Cruze as well, I have no issues doing that either.”

Dakon Theron: “I rather if Gavin was a European Wrestler, but sure, we'll work with him.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “But he said he's got European fans and supports Europe as a whole. Maybe we can convince him to say Gavin makes Europe great.”

Kemal Yilmaz: “Thank you, that's all I ask, but I do agree that it should've been Shaun in this match than Kim to be honest. Anyway, I let you guys get back to work.”

Kemal shakes everyone of European Fiery Nation's hand, agreeing that working with Gavin would be essential to their growth as a team and more promoting European wrestling as a whole with Gavin to bring US and Europe together as Kemal leaves the gym and goes to his Turkish restaurant business that he built himself and got a lot of customers to deal with, while everyone, especially Federico went back to work with his love of working out and he didn't have his girlfriend Olivia distracting him this time either as she had to go to work.

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Back to tag team business for the first time since the PPV twitch.com shoot featuring Federico Gasperoni. (Online)

Federico Gasperoni: “Ironically, I've had experience teaming with Dakon and Ludvig in the past. Yeah, we first met each other at Atlanta Wrestling Alliance when the boss of that company told me to team with these two lads because of embodying European wrestling roots that I've got. But it's been a blessing for me as I'm everything about being a wrestler that every man and woman dreams to be. Look at this fine specimen of a body that I'm a pure bodybuilder that lives, breathes and thinks gym twenty four seven.”

Dakon Theron: “Oh yeah, it's true that Federico is a perfect example of the wrestler I would've been, sort of as I'm currently adding strikes type style to my wrestling as well. But I don't have any interest in solos championships like Federico, Oskar and Kemal do.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Seeing that people want to bring that up that we refuse to do solos wrestling because it's just not for us. We're rather be a team that will eventually win the tag team championships without needing to focus on some pointless solos belts that just get in the god damn way.”

Federico Gasperoni: “None of you female wrestlers even take your bodies seriously as wrestlers. Like come on, can the three of you, apart from you Kim who's the only one in this match that looks intimidating and looking like she can kick the shit out of me say any of you could be taken serious as a SCW Champion? Oh yeah granted Syren, you've been champion nine times, but one thing I never understood is why would you want to hold the same title over and over again? To up the tally title count, pathetic. I'm the world champion of having a perfect wrestler's body that you wish to have.”

Dakon Theron: “Why in gods name are you friends with the most boring wrestler I've ever seen in my entire life Kim? What's so special about Deanna and Selena Frost? I can't even tell the pair of them apart to be honest because they speak, sound and wrestle so alike. Frost family are boring and stale as wrestlers because not only they leech to winning championships, but talk utter nonsense on their fear of breaking the rules. The fact Deanna shits on the underground division and you're friends with that boring wrestler is hypocritical don't you think Kim? You're better than teaming with a boring wrestler like Deanna.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “Tell me Deanna what is it about you that stands you out from your wife, let alone anyone else in the team? At least Kim has charisma with her hardcore brutality wrestling and at least Syren has Lexy bring charisma to her, but you are just so boring that nobody finds you entertaining at all.”

Federico Gasperoni: “Not like Gavin though and you need to think what kind of wrestler you want to be. Ludvig is the high flyer and ironically the more quieter member of the team, Dakon is a powerhouse and striker of the team and me? Of course I'm a powerhouse too and it only made the team stronger by having the bodybuilder the wrestler that focuses more about being in the best shape he can, spending nothing, but pure hours and days in the gym, heck, even workout for twenty four hours.”

Dakon Theron: “Because Federico is a real professional wrestler here. Granted you are as well Kim and I understand, you hate Frank Deletosso for putting you in shitty situations, but maybe, if you minded your business instead of getting involved in his Scrabble, maybe you would've stayed out of it and I don't think you should've been in this match. It's a man who's been talking about our mentor non bloody stop since he's returned to wrestling.

Ludvig Eriksson: “I'm curious Shaun Cruze why you're resorting to talking so much about Konrad, he doesn't give a shit about you or the match you had with him anymore. He's moved on and he isn't enemies with anyone in SupremeCW anymore I have you know and it makes Kemal, Oskar and Federico wanting to beat the living shit out of you.”

Federico Gasperoni: “Just like we're beating the shit out of the three of you who refuse to go to the gym and look like proper professional wrestlers. We can't hate you as much Kim because you were friends with their fellow mentor who approved of me being apart of this team. I've only met him once and he seems to understand the bodybuilding competitions that I will eventually do in the future when I've gotten bigger which I'm currently aiming to do as we speak.

Dakon Theron: “The fact is we're working with Gavin because he believes in the European project and we believe in the Gavin believes in US notion he's got going on and got to admit, he's so entertaining that Deanna wishes to be because we can't stand the sight of you or your dumbass wife with playing the truth card of you saying this, that and how much better you are to suck up to your achievements. There's no differences between Deanna and Selena because you both are boring.”

Ludvig Eriksson: “You see, we don't care for just achievements, we care for destruction of this team because lets face it, Syren and Kim we know don't get along and I don't even know Syren gets alone with Deanna, while there's no such issues over here because we all get along well and wrestle as a team and we'll walk away, still being a team.”

Federico Gasperoni: “I would've loved to see Lexy in the ring, that's for sure, but I guess she's too much of a pretty girl to be in the business. The point is we are going to destroy the living shit out of all three of you wrestler wannabes that look like Syren and Deanna could have the best looking female contest since the pair of you are nothing to be feared with your average bodies and Kim would be in horror movies, trying to kill anyone in her warpath. We're going to show you all what a true team looks like and tomorrow night, we're winning this match with the pinfall or submission to win this match because The European Fiery Nation are the future of professional wrestling.”

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Sorry guys. Not able to get a rp up this week. RL just got in the way.