Prologue

Do you know why people choose to join SCW? They come here from all corners of the world, male and female, poor, rich, and obscenely wealthy, because they know that nowhere else on this planet we call Earth is as good as SCW. They come here because without testing yourself here against this roster, any claim at being the absolute best ring hollow.

SCW is where you prove you’re the best.

And still, how many of the so-called, self-proclaimed “best” wrestlers in the world avoid this place like the plague? How many men and women are content in their little hidey-holes? How many cowards will never do what it takes to prove their claim to being the “best”? Look, SCW isn’t for everyone. I get it. It took me years to finally feel worthy to step in that ring and test myself against its rich history. Me! But others… I mean, I get it. There’s a certain safety in cowardice. There’s a nice warm blanket in staying where you’re already lauded as “the best” without having that claim tested by the best. To be a big fish in a small pond, knowing that if you tried to swim in the ocean, you’d be chum for the sharks.

So maybe I’m not the right person to promote a recruitment drive. But you know what? I will happily fly the company flag as a representative of the absolute best. If other people think I’m bullshitting them? Well… there’s one way to prove it.

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GT: “Okay everyone, get in.”

It was an early morning in Los Angeles. Gavin Taylor had taken the initiative to prove his generosity, flying out his agent, Ava St. Claire, her assistant, Violet Appelby, and his longtime personal All-Star Security, Jack and Karl Barker, for what he called an essential team-building week. But as everyone gathered out in front of Gavin’s place on Rodeo Drive, The All-Star pulled up with his Range Rover.

ASC: “Gavin, can you actually drive that thing?”

GT: “Can and have, Ava. Now, there’ll be no need for bags… this is a day trip.”

JB/KB: “Shotgun! Jinx! Double jinx! TRIPLE JINX! QUADRUPLEJINX! QUINTUPLE JINX! SEXTUPLE JINX! SEP–“

The youngest and most inexperienced of the group, Violet leans over to Ava, conferring with her…

VA: “Should… should we stop them?”

ASC: “Nah… they’ll eventually wear themselves out. Let’s just get in.”

The Barkers do continue their game of attempted one-upsmanship, as Ava leads them to the back seats. She slides in beside them, leaving shotgun to Violet...

Gavin drives off into the distance and the scene fades…

TO BE CONTINUED…