The cameras come into focus backstage as a woman could be spotted standing in front of a vanity mirror. She cracks a very wicked grin as she runs her hands through her long hair.

Crystal: Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the most beautiful of them all?!

Crystal cracks a bigger grin as she nods her head in agreement.

Crystal: Why of course it is me. After all I am the REFLECTION OF PERFECTION, I am the Silver Screen Queen. It's really funny but months hell even years I feel like I dwelled in the concept of mediocrity. I really wasn't applying myself to the very best of my ability. Everybody was quick to look down upon me. Nobody thought much of me, not the fans, not my family, and definitely not anybody who prides themselves on being from the so called SCW Universe but tonight I was reminded from a very close friend of mine in the form of Mercedes Vargas that I am indeed that good. I am among the best and I just need to let that part of me come back to the surface.

Crystal cracks a wicked grin.

Crystal: Oh, that version of me is definitely returning to the surface where it belongs. The vicious Bitch who only cares about making sure that she is the biggest star in the company. I need to bring back the woman who didn't hesitate to betray her own wife just to emerge on top and that's what I am on my way to doing again. It's all about me, it's about ME, MYSELF, AND I, and of course having some huge support from my biggest and best friend in the form of the greatest Bombshell Internet Champion that isn't named me of course in Mercedes Vargas.

In the background boos could be heard but Crystal laughs as she shrugs her shoulders and continues to speak.

Crystal: Now I already know what people are going to say, oh no here comes Crystal insert a last name. You think I give a shit at what all of you think of me?! No, I deserve better. Now tonight it's all about showcasing myself to the world as the "Silver Screen Queen" Crystal Caldwell. I am the only true Queen in all of this company. Now I know it's a travesty that I am not booked tonight and I have but one person to blame for the snub. It's the very woman who decided to leave me off the card and to that I have a major problem. I have a problem with what she said about me around the last super card.

Crystal begins to get upset as she begins to vent.

Crystal: She called me dead weight, she made fun of my names. She stated the broke the illusion and NOBODY, AND I MEAN NOBODY BREAKS MY IMAGE. You think I give a damn if you talk down Seleana?! That's between the two of you but I know I am wrestling royalty and I will be treated as such. You are an idiot Miss Calaway, Alexandra you had all of the power in the world and you don't do anything for yourself?! Maybe deep down it's because you know that you can't hack it. You want to tarnish the legacy of greatness?!

Crystal angrily continues to speak.

Crystal: NOBODY hates on my greatness. Bitch I am a five time Champion, not even the almighty J2H has managed to accomplish what I have in this industry but maybe I have been too laid back. Maybe I haven't been taking things as seriously as I should have been. People like you, like Andrea, like Kayla, like Bella. You make fun of me like I don't give a damn anymore. You act like my days are way past their prime well guess what?! You have my attention and it's about time I start showing up and showing to you and the entire world that I am the marquee in this company. I have 99 problems when it comes to this company but you are the one who is pissing me off the most.

Crystal cracks another grin as she begins to speak more.

Crystal: You don't think I am worthy enough to put on a Climax Control?! I am not good enough to be booked by you?! You want to throw shade at me on social media, and you want to go back and forth?! I am not going to tolerate that anymore and the only place that this could be settled is in the ring. So let's stop the small talk "Queen" let's settle this in the only possible way that we should handle this and that's one on one inside a ring. You can pretend to be Queen for a day but I am the SCW Queen forever and nobody threatens the kingdom that I have established. I don't know how things are done in Texas but in Hollywood it's all about the flash, it's all about the bright lights, and it's all about a huge moment, and I plan to create one at your expense.

Crystal smirks.

Crystal: Lights, camera, action… It's showtime, and the ball is in your court Queen…

With that Crystal kisses the vanity mirror leaving a lipstick stain on it as we go elsewhere.

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match! Tonight we've got two debuts and a return and we've already seen the returning Kate Steele and the debuting Diamond Caldwell in separate matches, now? It's the men's turn! The debuting Liam Davis takes on LJ Kasey in singles action!

Adams: LJ missed Into the Void because of an injury he sustained during a match against Alex Jones who was the World Heavyweight Champion at the time and now he's returning to action, Liam is a former police officer turned wrestler and we'll see how he does in the ring!

Simone: No time to waste, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.

Justin: Introducing first, making his SCW Debut, from Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davies!

Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.

Simone: Liam looks like he wants to make an impact in his debut.

Adams: But he doesn't have an easy opponent!

Justin: And his opponent!

The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.

L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance.

Justin: From Middleton, England, weighing 210ibs, LJ KASEY!

The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at (opponent), who stands waiting in the ring.

Simone: Not much of a size difference between the two men here.

Adams: Kasey's the taller of the two men at 6ft 4 but Liam outweighs him by ten pounds, it'll come down to speed and agility at the end of the day.

Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.

He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving (opponents name), and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd. Jasmine goes over the rules with both men and once they nod to confirm that they understand she calls for the bell.

Simone: Liam looks like he means business in his SCW debut.

Adams: While LJ looks ready to bounce back!

DING DING DING!

Once the bell rings LJ offers a handshake to the newcomer but Liam soon shows his true colours by blasting LJ in the face with a forearm. Knocking LJ back as the former cop continues to unload on LJ, LJ soon returns fire with some shots of his own and after a few moments he breaks away from Liam long enough to score with a standing dropkick to the chin, knocking Liam down.

Simone: It didn't exactly take long for Liam to show just what kind of competitor he is.

Adams: Between Liam tonight and the current Roulette Champion Logan Hunter a few months ago? It seems LJ can't escape trouble with newcomers to the men's division.

Liam gets to his feet and LJ is waiting for him, hitting a forearm shiver to the face of the newcomer before backing Liam into the ropes and going to whip him off, Liam reverses it and LJ goes for a Springboard Cross Body to counter the counter but Liam drops down while LJ is mid jump, causing the Brit to drop to the matt hard! Liam mounts LJ to deliver a couple of punches before going for his first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And LJ kicks out.

Simone: From what I understand, this is Liam's first match period so that's some impressive ring awareness.

Adams: Either that or he's done his homework on LJ, not bad for a guy who's probably used to giving people speeding tickets!

Liam shakes his head before going for an arm wringer on LJ but the Brit is already fighting his way back to his feet as Liam applies the pressure, LJ forces the former copper to lesson his hold on the Brit's arm with a forearm to the face before hitting an armdrag to get out of it! Liam scrambles to his feet but LJ greets him with a Hurricana which he holds onto for his first pinfall attempt of the night.

ONE!

TWO!

And Liam kicks out before rolling out of the ring for a breather.

Simone: And there's Liam's first rookie mistake.

Adams: A noted high flyer like LJ won't let something like the opponent being outside the ring stop him!

Indeed, LJ is measuring up the newcomer for a dive and when the opportunity presents itself? LJ takes it! However Liam ducks out of the way again but this time LJ doesn't dive, instead using the momentum to slide out of the ring feet first! LJ then goes for a Tornado DDT off the Ring Steps that Liam passed to get away from LJ but Liam counters that into a Double A Style Spinebuster onto the ring apron!

Simone: Oh! LJ's girlfriend Queen Alexandra won't like that!

Adams: Neither will LJ but that's given Liam a huge advantage!

Jasmine's count reaches seven before Liam rolls LJ into the ring and follows him in for another pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

And LJ gets the shoulder up! But Liam keeps up the pressure by locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab on LJ and Jasmine quickly gets into position to check if LJ wants to tap! The Brit refuses to tap however and starts crawling his way over to the ring ropes after a couple of more seconds, Liam does whatever he can to stop the attempt but it proves fruitless as LJ forces the rope break by reaching the ring ropes! Liam lets go of the hold and tries arguing with Jasmine that LJ tapped.

Simone: And Lian's just learned the one rule everyone in SCW learns at some point: DON'T ARGUE WITH THE REFS! They won't take your crap!

Adams: I mean seriously, Jasmine's been a part of the referee core since SCW's beginnings, that's longer that LJ's been able to legally drink annnnnnnnd now I feel old!

Liam doesn't back down from Jasmine but is stopped in his tracks when LJ scores with a School Boy rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

And Liam barely kicks out! Both men are slow to get to their feet at this point in the match but when they do they both go for the same move, a running clothesline, and that knocks both men down for the count!

Simone: Whoever gets up first will have a huge advantage!

Adams: And that could mean the difference between a bounce back win for LJ or a debut win for Liam!

Jasmine's count reaches seven before both men get back to their feet, LJ up first and meets Liam with a series of kicks before calling for the Kingslayer!

Simone: LJ looks to put the newcomer away with his finisher!

Adams: Can he pull it off after Liam dropped him back first onto the ring apron?

LJ goes for the Spinning Hammerlock Tombstone Piledriver but Liam manages to counter it and turns LJ around, scoring with a Double Underhook DDT!

Simone: That DDT looked nasty!

Adams: And I think it got the job done, stick a fork in LJ, he's done!

Liam goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, LIAM DAVIES!

Simone: Liam gets the win in a hard fought debut!

Adams: If I were Logan Hunter I'd keep an eye on Liam because he might come for the Roulette Title sooner or later! But good effort from LJ all the same!

Liam celebrates his win while Jasmine checks on LJ.

Cameras had cut to the backstage area. The primary focus coming onto the arriving Internet Champion. Carter with his arm slung around the shoulder of Lilith Locke. From just seeing the two had the entire building full of fans let out a collective boo. Respectfully considering their actions at Into The Void. Almost proud like smirks were displayed on their lips from hearing that reaction. With rounding the corner, the two only took a couple of steps before stopping right outside a door with the letters "J2H" printed on them in bold. Carter took his arm from around the woman's shoulder.

Kevin Carter: James and I got some business to discuss.

Finding himself turning towards the door and grabbing the handle. Only for him to stop himself. Turning back around to Lilith before she could walk off.

Kevin Carter: Before I do all of that. We need to chat for a second. Something I need to get off my chest.

She looked up at him, pulling back just a bit.

Lilith Locke: What's that?

Kevin Carter: This thing. Whatever it is. I'm not one for labels. We got enough cringe fucks that roam these halls.

There was a slight shake of his head.

Kevin Carter: There is strength in numbers. We've proven that. But you have to have strength on your own too. You have to be able to stand on your own two feet. You have to prove that you can thrive on your own.

A slight narrowed gaze was met with her own on his end.

Kevin Carter: What has happened has happened. The past is the past. You can't dwell on the times you've been pushed down or casted to the side. It'll keep happening. It's what this place does, but if you're serious. You go out there. You make an opportunity for yourself. You stand on your own. You let them know who you are. I don't care how you do it. Who you do it too. But something needs to happen and it needs to happen tonight.

Lilith's own gaze stayed on his, her normally soft eyes, going cold.

Lilith Locke: You're right. I need to stop dwelling on the past. I can't change that. I think I know exactly what I'm going to do. Don't want to keep J2H waiting.

She motioned towards the door.

Kevin Carter: Whatever it is you do. Make sure it means something. That's the only way you're going to get respect around here.

For a couple of seconds there was just an exchanged look between the two. Almost like there was quite the understanding among them without even having to say anything else. Carter finally turned himself around and went into the locker room. Leaving Lilith to start heading down the hall on her own. Only for the cameras to cut back out to the ring side area for the next scheduled contest of the night.

Crystal: ¡Felicidades, mi amiga! Siempre sabes cómo hacer que el oro luzca tan bien en ti. ( Congratulations my friend. You always know how to make gold look good on you.)

Crystal pauses, glancing at Mercedes' reflection in the mirror.

Mercedes: Gracias... It's about time everybody in the locker room started to respect me again. It took a long journey to get here, but now that I am here, I don't ever see myself letting go of this feeling.

Crystal: You're telling me. It's well deserved, and I hope you never drop that title. I was shocked when you beat me all those months ago and earned your spot in the chamber for the World Bombshell opportunity.

Mercedes: Like I said before, you're a great wrestler, Crystal—but sadly, you were handled. You may have gotten me in the beginning, but it was only a matter of time before the Argentinian Assassin started to cross you off her checklist again and again. You should be proud, though. The last time we fought, you put up a better fight than the time I had to hit you with the Black Rose Overdrive five times—and even on your wife, until Tempest saved the day.

Crystal rolls her eyes.

Crystal: Don't remind me! You're doing great, and I want you to keep up the great work. It's always good to see a strong Latina leading the charge in SCW.

Mercedes opens her eyes in amazement.

Mercedes: Crystal, you do realize it doesn't just have to be me who's in charge. You can do it, too. You're a former five-time World Champion, and I think it's about time you get back to where you need to be. I know that would put a smile on my face. I appreciate you talking down Bella and Alexandra on social media, defending me, but I want to see you get back to proper form. Maybe the two of us can do it together—unless your wife has an issue with you being my friend.

Crystal: Bella and Alexandra are not better than me—they're not better than us. Mercedes, you're my best friend. It doesn't matter what Seleana thinks. She doesn't know what we went through as Ebony and Spice, dominating the tag team scene all those years ago. I can speak for myself.

Mercedes nods as she keeps her eyes on Crystal.

Mercedes: Perhaps it's time for the Mexican Mauler and the Argentine Assassin to join forces again. I know SCW could use a lethal dose of the Mean Girls within its roster. I'll help you get back to the Crystal that I know you can be.

Crystal sets down her makeup brush with a deliberate clink. She swivels in her chair, locking eyes with Mercedes. Leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees, her gaze burns with intensity—a fire rekindled. Slowly, her eyes open wider, and a wicked grin breaks across her lips, promising trouble and triumph in equal measure.

Crystal: Maybe you are right…

Mercedes leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Mercedes: You know, Crystal, back when we were Ebony and Spice, nobody could touch us. The tag division could be ours. But I think the singles division is just begging for a little chaos—our kind of chaos.

Crystal's wicked grin widens, a spark of nostalgia in her eyes.

Crystal: You're making it sound tempting. The locker room wouldn't know what hit them if we started running together again. Ebony and Spice, Mean Girls style?

Mercedes laughs, the sound echoing with confidence.

Mercedes: Exactly. Let's remind everyone why they used to fear us. Why they still should. You and me, unstoppable. And if anyone has a problem with it, well… they can try their luck in the ring.

Crystal crosses her arms, her demeanor shifting from playful to serious.

Crystal: You know, I've been waiting for something to light that fire in me again. Maybe this is it. Maybe it's time the Bombshells remember who the real threats are.

Mercedes nods, her eyes flashing with excitement—a spark of anticipation lighting up her gaze. With a confident smirk, she pushes herself off the wall, closing the distance between them in a single, purposeful stride. She reaches out, placing a hand on Crystal's shoulder and giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze, the gesture as bold as her ambition.

Mercedes: Then let's do it. No more holding back. No more playing nice. The Mexican Mauler and the Argentine Assassin, back and badder than ever.

Crystal extends her hand, her expression fierce, her voice steady.

Crystal: Partners?

Mercedes smirks, taking her hand with a firm shake.

Mercedes: Partners. Let's shake up SCW—one Bombshell at a time.

Crystal stands up, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She grabs her jacket from the back of the chair and swings it on with a flourish. The two women share a knowing look, the promise of chaos, dominance, and a legacy reborn hanging in the air. The scene fades out as the lights dim, leaving only the echoes of their laughter and the unspoken vow of a revolution about to begin.

We go backstage where we see Miles Kasey making his way down the hall, obviously looking for one person and he smirks when he sees her.

Miles: Well, well. If it isn't the Queen herself!

Miles does a slight bow as Alexandra Calaway comes into view.

Miles: Your majesty.

Alexandra gave him a look that goes 'really'.

Alexandra: Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Honestly, I'd started to believe you forgot your old friend existed.

Miles: No, we just were busy with that last tour, for obvious reasons. Between preparing Carter for that match against Alex and attempting to get my own shit together, well things got a little out of hand. Good to see LJ back though and of course your big win.

Alexandra listened to Miles.

Alexandra: Thank you. It wasn't easy and honestly I just.. want to do the right thing, but a few people made my original plans change.

Miles: You mean like Artie?

Miles raises his eyebrow.

Miles: I mean, Artie has quite a legit argument when it comes to what happened with the King for a Day match. And as someone who also dealt with that, I was shocked when you booked him against, of all people, Kevin Carter. ESPECIALLY because he had nothing horrible to say to you or about you, but instead against Guy.

Alexandra: Nothing against me? He literally shot right at me. Yes, the conversation started with them, but then he decided to have a go at me. Miles I adore you, you know this, one of my best friends. But Artie had a go at me.. And while I know you all are friends with him, I had to go to someone I know, who would step in.

Miles: The only reason he had a go at you was because you SUPPORTED what Guy did! You are the one that put in your two cents about it. What if that was LJ? Hmm? What if that was me? Or Carter? Artie, who I helped train by the way, is still learning and had an actual gripe about the whole thing. If you really wanted him to learn something, have it be an actual teachable moment, you could have easily booked me in a match with him and have a revisit to the Clusterfuck match before Into the Void. But instead, you put him up against a man that will have no qualms about hurting him.

Alexandra sighed and shook her head.

Alexandra: If it had been LJ, you, or Carter we wouldn't be having this conversation, because I never would have let it happen. I would have sacrificed my own ass for you all.. Look, I know you are unhappy with my decision, but it's what it is. I can't change it now. I'm sorry.

Miles: Not unhappy about it, Ally. Just disappointed. We saw what happened last year when a Queen went mad with power.

Alexandra: I am nothing like Victoria. This is one night. One. And I chose someone to be my arm, because Mark and Christian are too afraid to let ladies fight the men.. Or I would have booked myself.

Miles: And yet you picked the most sadistic son of a bitch in the men's locker room. ....This may be ONE night, your majesty. But it's one night that can change paths, alter careers or end careers. You did this, over a squabble on twitter. I adore you, you know this. And this is ME saying this, but you backed the wrong horse here.

Alexandra: Maybe I did and truly, I feel bad for your protege, but it's done.

Miles nods.

Miles: You're right. It's done. I'm just sorry it took me so long to say something before it happened.

Alexandra: Perhaps if someone had stepped in during the conversation, it would have been different. Had he just stopped with being upset about the Guy thing.. Instead of egging it on, it would have been different. Out of respect for you though.. I must say, if you have been training him, perhaps he would learn that saying what he said to me, often comes with a bite back. You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the very same.

Miles: I've been training him with Fenris, for the ring. Artie is his own human and you know as well as I do, no decent trainer would stop you from that. You are telling me that after being sprayed like that, which you have, that you wouldn't have spoke up? COME ON, Ally. I would have spoken up JUST the same as him. AS would have you. And if you wanna stand there, your majesty, and tell me I'm full of shit, then we know which side you land on.

Alexandra shook her head.

Alexandra: You are absolutely right. I would have. However I would not have gone off on someone else about what the other person did. Or have you not been seeing the things Victoria has been saying about me for months. But you are right.. I would have.

She pushed off the wall and stepped away a bit.

Alexandra: Despite what you think of me right now, I'll always have your back.

Miles: I'll remember that you said that, then when the King is in charge next week. Tell my brother I said hello. You see him more than I do lately.

And with that Miles turns and walks away.

Cameras were making their way from the locker room area. To be back out for the next match set to take place. The opening beats to "Eye of The Tiger" begin to play throughout the arena. The fans in attendance cheer and start "drumming" along, as the music plays for several moments. A fog machine fills the backstage entrance up with fog and moments later, Artie bursts through the curtain joined by Bobbie Dahl, to a round of cheers.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Where one of the men in this match will be blindfolded! Introducing at this time. Wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds. He is ARTIE!

Artie punches at the air, pumping himself up for the fight ahead as Bobbie stands at his side, smiling proudly but with a hint of nervousness. After a few moments, they make their way to the ring. Artie high fives the fans along the way, doing his best not to show his inexperience. Bobbie follows behind him and stays on the outside of the ring as he enters and skips to the center of the ring jumping up and down and continuing to punch at the air. Once he calmed down Drew began to approach him with a black nylon bag for the blindfold he had to wear.

Adams: I cannot believe our bosses actually okayed this.

Simone: What do you mean, Jason? It's not fair by any means. However this is what the Queen wanted.

Adams: It may be what she wanted, but Mark and Christian still run this joint. They could have easily said no.

Simone: I guess they could have but it kind of defeats the purpose of letting the Queen have control for a night.

The venue was filled with an excited crowd. Lots and lots of cheers. As well as chatter could be heard throughout as they were all patiently awaiting the next bit of action to take place. There was a sudden dim of the venue lights. Only to be replaced with the flashes of green and white strobe lights. All while the opening to "The Devil In I" by SlipKnot began to play over the speaker system. Those first couple of notes had the crowd's tune changing. Boos ringing out heavily and for no other reason than they were not the least bit pleased with who was about to make their way out.

Only a few seconds had passed before the camera angle had changed just in time to see the curtain being pushed aside and the man of the hour stepping through said curtain. In an all black zip up hoodie with the hood up was none other than the Entity of Sin City Wrestling, Kevin Carter. He stood there at the top of the makeshift ramp with a glare in his eyes while glaring out at the booing fans. His facial expressions said it all. Feeling a certain amount of disgust in having to be before them, but he just ignored their boos as he began to make his journey down to the ring.

Justin: Introducing, at this time. From the most vile part of Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. He is a true Scumbag. The Entity of Sin City Wrestling, and your reigning Internet Champion... KEVIN CARTER!

By the time the proper introduction had come to an end from Justin, he had reached the ringside area. A short little jog Kevin leaped onto the ring apron planting his right knee pad into the mat and using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical basis on the ring apron. The boos seemed to have only gotten louder in those few moments he made his way down to the ring. As he stood there the man proceeded to bring both his hands up in the air with a middle finger on each hand. As one would have expected, it didn't do Kevin any favors. Not by a long shot.

All types of comments were starting to be hurled in his direction along with those boos. Kevin smirked with hatred as he lowered his hands and then gripped the top rope with his left hand before swinging one leg over the middle rope. Ducking down under the top rope to finish climbing into the ring. In a true prick fashion, he took what appeared to be a small 'victory' lap around the ring culminating in him stopping in the middle of the ring. Dropping to his knees and flipping his hood back to his jacket before tossing his arms out at his side. The boos continued to ring in from the disapproving crowd as Kevin smirked a little more. Undoing his jacket as he stood up to his feet. The music started to fade out as he retreated to his corner tossing said jacket to the floor.

Simone: Something just tells me that Kevin is going to have far too much fun with this.

Adams: You got that right. This man is all about having any leg up he can on the competition. Regardless of how unharm they might be.

Simone: I am not willing to write Artie off just because of how things are, but I will say this much. This would be the most embarrassing loss for Kevin. If somehow Artie is able to pull this off.

Adams: You got that right and as far as I am concerned. Artie pulls this off; he's the new number one contender for the Internet Championship. That would be heard to deny.

DING DING DING!

Carter couldn't contain his laughter as he looked across the ring. Artie had that black nylon bag tied over his head keeping him blindfolded. Artie was swinging his arms out trying to see if he could feel where the Internet Champion was. He stumbled out of his corner hearing the laughs. Using his ears to his advantage and going the direction it was going on. Carter just started to circle around him making it even harder for the man.

That's when Carter reached out and pushed against the head of Artie inside that bag. Right away Artie began to swing his right hand. Of course he was hitting nothing but air thanks to Carter jumping back. His laughter got even louder seeing just how pathetic this man was in this situation. Carter switched positions behind Artie and then shoved him with force in his back. The blindfolded Artie flying forward and landing on his knees. Again he tried to swing but there was no one there.

Simone: This turned into exactly what we expected to be!

Adams: I understand that our Queen feels slighted by some of the things Artie said, but he doesn't deserve to be in a situation like this.

Simone: Only thing I will say is Artie really should learn to not stick his foot in his mouth. He's still new in this business. Being the way he is with his social media posts aren't doing him any favors.

Adams: Maybe so, but he didn't deserve to be blindfolded in a match against a straight up savage!

Artie was trying to get back to his feet after he was pushed down. Carter finding himself just circling around the man like a shark that smelled blood in the water. That's when the Internet Champion jabbed Artie right in the face that was hidden by that bag. Artie stumbled back. Carter circled him again and then landed another jab to the jaw of Artie as he stumbled back again. Not being able to see anything that was coming his way. Carter put his hands down and began to laugh again. This was too easy.

Yet, the very second Artie heard that laugh. He lunged forward and began to unload with punch after punch. He was connecting and because he could feel those punches connecting. He kept firing on all cylinders. Carter was trying to cover up and block the punches but they were coming fast and they were coming often. The crowd coming alive for the young man as he started to back Carter into the corner with those punches. Not letting up now that he had some kind of power.

Simone: Go Artie! Go!

Carter was backed into the corner with nowhere to go. A few more punches came from Artie. That was until the Internet Champion was able to land a brutal kick to the gut causing Artie to fall back to his knees. That kick seemingly taking the wind out of him for the second. In fruistation Carter grabbed the blindfolded man and yanked him to his feet. Long enough to take Artie's head and slam it right into the top turnbuckle. Artie's head hit with force as he fell back to the mat.

Adams: Well that was short lived.

Artie rolled to his knees and was trying to find a way back up. Shaking his head a little bit inside that bag clearly feeling the effects of being slammed into the turnbuckle. Carter was right back to being devious. As soon as Artie was on his knees. The Internet Champion took his foot and just shoved it against the face of Artie. The blindfolded man toppled over to his hands, but he was quick to push back to a kneeling position.

Carter took his foot and repeated the same action. Forcing Artie to fall back down to his hands. The crowd was not pleased with any of the actions from the champion. Not that it was making the slightest bit of difference. It just appeared that he was ignoring them all. All before he took his hands and raised them up. Cupping them over his mouth as he shouted right at Artie in a sarcastic tone.

Kevin Carter: Hey Artie! Watch this!

Knowing damn well the man couldn't see anything. Carter stepped back and then attempted a Superki-Nooooo! Artie reached out with both of his hands and caught the foot that was incoming. Carter had a bit of panic on his face as he tried to break free, but the grip was tight. Artie gets to his feet holding the man's foot up forcing Carter to hobble around on just one foot. That was until Artie slammed the foot down and caused Carter to stumble forward from the momentum. Artie brought his knee right up into the Internet Champion's face and connected with his nose.

The force of the knee was so hard. It was not only enough to drop Carter down to his knees, but blood could be seen trickling from Carter's nose almost right away. In that prone position on his knees. The blinded Artie managed to step back in hopes that where he was aiming would be the sweet spot. Sure enough it was as he came forward with a Superkick of his own. Catching Carter on the jaw and then knocking him back. Artie stumbled forward thanks to that blindfold, tripping over the down body of Carter, and landed himself in a pinning position.

Adams: This is going to be the greatest upset in history!

ONE!

TWO!

T-NOOOOOOOO!

CARTER KICKS OUT WITH FORCE TO PUSH ARTIE OFF HIM!

Simone: Looks like you'll be holding your breath on that one, Jason!

The crowd let out a groan in disbelief as they wanted that win to happen. They craved that upset but it wasn't meant to be just yet. Artie was fumbling around in that blindfold as he started to push himself up to his feet. Not being able to see anything was a clear disadvantage but he was trying to make it work. Reaching out as he managed to grab the head of Carter as he was trying to get up. Artie hooked a hold of that head helping pull the champion up the rest of the way.

That was until Carter broke the hold that Artie had on him and then landed a huge Roaring Elbow right to the tip of the jaw. Artie flew back into the ropes and managed to wrap his arm around the top one to prevent himself from falling out of the ring. Carter wasted no time as he rushed in. Using the ropes to help himself step up on them and land a knee right under the chin of Artie inside that bag for a blindfold. Artie's body went limp and fell into the Internet Champion right after that step up knee.

Simone: Oh no! That knee might've just knocked Artie out cold!

Adams: I do not care what the outcome of this match is or what the record book says. This was unfair from the gate. Artie should have never been put in this situation.

Simone: These are consequences for your actions. This happens almost every single time we crown a King or Queen. Someone speaks out and they get punished.

Adams: But this is just with Alexandra. Could you imagine what kind of danger he could be in next week with that idiot Guy in charge?!

Carter knew that he had Artie right where he wanted him. As he hooked the limp man around his head and neck Taking the position behind him as he then lifted Artie straight up into the air and slamming him down with everything he had for "NO MORE MEMORIES" spiking his blindfolded opponent into the match. Taking his time to crawl into a pin. Smirking the entire time like he just believed he had it in the books.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NOOOOO!

ARTIE KICKS OUT!

That man being able to get his shoulder up off the mat proceeded to bring some life right back into the crowd. They were right back to being behind him and supporting him. Carter just glared at Artie for a second. Not even the least bit pleased. He grabbed a hold of the bag on his head forcing Artie to sit up on his knees. Cruelly he began to drive his knee into the blindfolded man. Not once, not twice, and not even three times. No he struck Artie five separate times with those stiff knee shots.

Adams: Come on! Just end it already. He's done for now.

Simone: I don't agree with it, but he's clearly making sure that Artie doesn't kick out again. Those knees were brutal!

Front here Carter pulled Artie up all the way to his feet and then ducked down long enough to scoop the man onto his shoulders. The crowd gasped as they knew what was coming. The bloody nosed Internet Champion looked at the crowd for a second and then went for "INTO THE ABY-NOOOO"! Somehow, someway Artie had some fight left in him. Taking the point of his elbow and driving it into the side of Carter's head a few times. Before he was able to slip down his back. Artie rolled Carter up from behind trying to catch him off guard.

ONE!

Simone: Yes! Yes! Artie, You can do it!

TWO!

Adams: If Artie pulls this off! Give this man whatever the hell he wants. A crown. A title shot. An entire year dedicated to him!

THRE-NOOOOOOOO!

CARTER KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND

Simone: Ahhhhh nooooo! He was so close!

Adams: Not close enough!

Artie knew he had to be the first one to his feet. Sure enough he was but he was feeling around. Only to come up with nothing. Carter had managed to back himself in the corner just down right furious at Artie almost getting that upset victory. His frustration boiled over as yelled out and then charged Artie with quickness. Aiming for a Spe-NO! Carter missed thanks to the sixth sense of Artie kicking in. He felt something coming as he leap frogged right over Carter and had him spearing the ring post.Carter grabbed a hold of his shoulder in pain as he stumbled right out of the corner. Artre managed to reach out and land his hands on him.

He spun Carter around then kicked him in the gut to double him over. Using both of his arms to his advantage to put the Internet Champion in an unique position for the DOUBLE ARM DD-NOOOOO! All before he could drop back Carter slipped out of it and yanked on Artie's arm to pop him onto his shoulders. Wasting no time to drive him into the mat with "INTO THE ABYSS" smack dab in the middle of the ring. Once again the crowd felt the life be ripped from their chests. Silence overcoming them all. Carter rolled over slamming his arm across Artie's bagged face in frustration. Holding him down as he hooked the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, KEVVVINNNN CARRRTTTEERRRRR!

Carter found himself sitting up in the ring. His glaring eyes were focused on Artie's seemingly unconscious body. That bag still over his head, but not far too much longer. Thanks to Drew dropping down to start untying it from around his head in order to be able to check on him. Right then the Internet Champion forced himself to stand up as he marched across the ring demanding a microphone.

Adams: It wasn't bad enough to watch him just maime Artie in front of us. But now he's going to make us listen to something he has to say?!

Simone: I am fed up with Kevin. I am really fed up. I want someone to finally just come along and put this man on his ass.

Adams: Woah! Woah a little hostile don't you think? I can't stand him either, but we do have to remain as professional as possible.

Simone: What can I say? I'm not feeling very professional right now.

Carter started to hit the top of his mic making the loud sound thud. Ensuring that it was on as he angrily looked at Drew who was trying to help Artie out of the ring,

Kevin Carter: Get this delusional piece of shit out of my ring!

The lack of respect showed with Carter using his boot to help push Artie through the ropes. Drew instantly shouted at Carter but it fell on deaf ears. The Internet Champion backing off to the center of the ring.

Kevin Carter: This entire company. Top to bottom are filled with people like him. That clown thought he stood a chance. Just like Miles Kasey thought he had a chance. Just like Miles Kasey thought he was good enough to stand toe to toe with me. Just like he thought he could defeat me. Just like he thought he had what it took to become the Internet Champion. The guy was so damn delusional he was flat out telling lies heading into that match. Per usual every single goddamn one of you drank the kool-aid. You bought it. Only to find out your support doesn't mean jack shit!

As one would have expected. Every single one of those fans in attendance were hurling boos and hateful comments right at him. Carter kept that trademark smirk plastered across his lips. Showing no remorse for anything he was saying.

Kevin Carter: Aren't you people tired of being let down? Aren't you tired of your heroes making empty promises? Aren't you fed up with your favorites having these delusional dreams and goals that they can never deliver on?! Because if I were you. I sure as hell would be. I'd be abandoning the Miles Kasey train. I'd be leaping off the sinking ship that is Artie. I'd be watching those disasters just unfold knowing it has nothing to do with me. But that's not how it works with you people. Just like it's not how it works with anyone in the goddamn locker room.

For a split second he just shook his head for a moment.

Kevin Carter: Which is what brings me to the biggest and most delusional piece of shit that has ever existed in this company. I'm talking about you, Alexander.

The mention of that man's name was enough to get the crowd to become a little quieter. By no means was Alexander a saint in their books, but the fall out that was unfolding before their eyes had their attention. Carter found himself leaning against the ropes. Making direct eye contact with the hard cam.

Kevin Carter: You had been with this company for quite sometime before James and I took you in. On your own you were nothing special. Nothing more than a man that was a little off his rocker and liked to talk in riddles. To which neither of it ever seemed to have an advantage for you. The proof is in the pudding. You cannot deny the facts or the history. No matter how many stories you told. No matter how many riddles you talked in. It got you nowhere. You never delivered on any of the carnage or chaos that you promised. Came up short time and time and time again. You were drowning on your own. Barely keeping your head above water. And against my better judgment from the start...

Based on the expression he gave. There seemed to be a little bit of a sour taste in his mouth. His glare became a little more intense.

Kevin Carter: James and I, we gave you a helping hand. We gave you a chance to become more than mediocre. We allowed you to work under us. So you could see what success was about and so you could see how to get things done. We took you to the promiseland and allowed you to see what it is like on top of the mountain. Simply put Alexander. We helped you become everything you ever wanted to be. We made you that threat and that feared man you always needed. We made you a king. And how do you repay us? You disappeared like a fucking coward.

Pushing himself off the ropes he was leaning against. Finding himself taking a couple of steps back towards the middle of the ring. His voice became more and more enraged with the words that came out of his mouth.

Kevin Carter: It wasn't a matter of being hurt. It wasn't a matter of needing time off. It wasn't a serious matter that you needed to attend to. No, it was a pride and ego thing for you. You thought the grass was greener on the other side. So, you tucked your tail between your legs. You went running away. You left us high and dry after everything we did for you. Only for you to find out the grass wasn't greener after all. For you to find out that you are still every bit as mediocre on your own somewhere else as you were here. For you to discover what has been said about you all along which is the fact that you are just a delusional fuck that's not that goddamn good. You hit your ceiling a long time ago, Alexander.

The close up shot on the Internet Champion's face said quite a bit. He was more than unhappy with how things had played out.

Kevin Carter: Then after doing that, after spending all that time away. You really thought that you were just going to walk back into our company like nothing happened? Without speaking to us. Without groveling at our feet and begging for forgiveness. Not only that, but you thought you could just go be in this tournament and begin a journey towards trying to be the World Champion. The World Championship that you knew was our ultimate goal. We always had plans to bring it back to us. But you wanted to try and do it on your own when you knew how far we were already willing to go to get it back where it belonged? You are stupider than you look. You tried to be selfish, but I made sure I was selfish. I made sure you will never even so much as sniff a shot at the World Championship. And it'll keep being like that until I run you out of this place once again. Except this time it'll be for good!

By then the fans were once again starting to vocalize their hate for the man. All of which was rolling right off his shoulders.

Kevin Carter: This could have all been avoided Alexander. All you had to do was be a good little bitch and stay in your place. But that pride. That ego of yours. It has always been one of your biggest---

Suddenly the lights go out. A loud static screeching sound echoes around the arena, almost ear-piercing, cutting Kevin off completely.

A Voice: You talk too much.

The sounds of flapping wings, screeching birds. Squelching sounds, almost reminiscent of birds picking flesh from dead creatures and bodies, fills the air. A spotlight snaps on, on Kevin in the ring. A flash of black, and then another. Raven birds swooping through the beam of light, striking just past the man. Not quite touching him but keeping him spinning on the spot as they dive at him from out of the dark.

A Voice: You are delusional, Kevin. You should know better than anyone, that you've put a target smack-bang on your head. I'm going to get you, Kevin. I'm going to pluck your goddamn eyes from your skull with my fucking teeth, and then I'm going to rip your filthy tongue out, so no one ever has to hear you speak again, you filthy fucking backstabbing degenerate.

The screeching and swooping of the birds intensifies, more lights coming up to illuminate the ring and the ringside area. Countless Ravens swooping and swarming around the outside of the ring, screeching past Kevin, stabbing out at him with their beaks.

Alexander Raven: You should have stayed out of it.

And then almost as quickly as it started, there's a loud bang that echoes through the arena, the lights going out once more. A moment passes.

And then another.

As quick as it all came about, the lights on the arena came back on completely. The birds gone, no sign of Alexander Raven. Kevin is still in the ring, with a pile of black feathers at his feet. Each one caked in blood. A murmur from the crowd who are questioning what they have just experienced. The look on the Internet Champion's face was one of legitimate concern. Unlike any other look he had given before. But that's when the cameras cut away for now.

We cut to the backstage area and it is there we are able to see Crystal Zdunich she cracks a confident grin as she struts her way to where she could find Bella Madison. Zdunich moves her hands through her blue hair as she begins to speak to the blonde.

Crystal: Well, well, well, if it isn't Bella Madison. The woman who put me on the shelf. Think I have forgotten about you trying to get rid of me?! Sending me out of an arena in an ambulance. Delivering Ashes to Ashes after Ashes to Ashes to prove what point exactly?!

Crystal is disgusted as she shakes her head and keeps her eyes locked on Bella.

Crystal: It doesn't even matter because I am back, and after tonight my good friend. My partner Mercedes Vargas is going to put you firmly back in your place. She's going to showcase that she is not a transitional champion. She is personally going to set you back and prove that she is better than you. More importantly you will not be CHAMPION because nobody is better than the Mexican Mauler and of course the Argentine Assassin.

Crystal continues to smirk.

Crystal: But YOU are Mercedes' problem because I have a different problem altogether. I do not appreciate what your little "queen" did by not booking me. I am a star. I am one of the only FIVE Time World Champions in all of this company, and I do not appreciate not being respected!

Bella shakes her head and reaches up and pulls out a ear bud from each of her ears.

Bella: Sorry, I didn't catch a damn word you just said. I was just in the middle of my stretching routine before you so rudely interrupted. BUT I can take a guess as to what you said, 'How dare you call me on all my bullshit? Blah blah blah. How dare you accept a match that Alexandra gave me? Blah blah blah. OH and Mercy is my bestie even though ANYONE in not just the bombshell locker room but the ENTIRE locker room can tell you that she cannot be trusted and you cannot be consistent to save even YOUR life. Did...did I narrow it down in not so many high pitched annoying words?

Crystal cracks an evil smirk keeping her eyes on the former champion.

Crystal: You truly are a real comedian. After tonight I will be the one laughing though when Mercedes sends you to the world of irrelevancy and you will forced to acknowledge that she is as great as she claims to be, perhaps even better. As far as Alexandra goes, I can't wait until the day that I get my hands on her because I have something to prove.

Bella just rolls her eyes and sighs.

Bella: Well, Crystal if ANYONE knows anything about irrelevancy. It would be you.

Crystal goes to speak and Bella holds up her hand.

Bella: I can go away for 10-12 months, have a baby, still come back and be in high demand and loved and adored while every time you worm your way back in you have to try and snuggle up to the one person that actually puts pity on you. Mercy has held the Internet Championship for a MINUTE and the minute she did, suddenly you were like "O-M-GEE SHE'S THE GREATEST THING EVER! LET ME KISS HER ASS AND MAYBE SHE CAN GIVE ME A SHOT OF LIFE!" when in fact you are a LEECH Crystal.

Bella swipes her long blonde hair off to the side and smirks.

Bella: I am not that same little girl that came in here 5 years ago, with bright eyes and hopes to be the best. And you coming here, pulling this sad and overdone MEAN GIRL trope...trying to bully me and belittle me when you aren't even worthy of carrying my BOOTS is laughable at best. If I had the time, I'd consider putting your ass back on the shelf. You wanna come in here with your hot and bothered attitude and play cheerleader for Mercy, that's on you. But you push me, and I WILL push you down the stairs without a second thought. THAT'S what the last 5 years have taught me. The last 5 years where I have remained relevant where, even though your resume is impressive, don't mean an STD riddled DICK anymore.

Crystal crosses her arms.

Crystal: If that's how you feel so be it but I am just calling it like it is and Vargas and I go way back. Something you couldn't even understand. You can talk me down but the reality is I feel like this will be my time. I will be back to great form and after I prove myself I will be a six time World Bombshells Champion, something you have never managed to do considering you haven't even won a single one. As great as you might think you are, you should be thanking Alexandra because she is the only reason why you are getting a rematch tonight and Mercedes will make sure that the same result happens.

Crystal grins even wider.

Crystal: With you on your back staring up at the ceiling. Only fitting for Miss Bella Madison.

At that point Bella laughs and then leans back and pouts comically at her general direction.

Bella: You think you're worthy of facing Kayla? That's adorable. And Ally giving me my rematch was only a matter of time, I AM that former 2-time Internet Champion. That I am not denying. Mercy bested me ONCE and everyone can have a bad night, Crystal. Meanwhile, the way your career has been going lately, this is karma coming down on you. The Bombshell Division has outgrown your childish shit and honestly, at this point...so have I.

From behind Bella we hear:

Voice: Do we have a problem here?

Bella turns around and Crystal looks annoyed as we see Laura Phoenix standing there in business attire with a smile on her face.

Bella: Hey mom! No, no problem. Just something annoying making it's way over from twitter and trying to psyche me out of becoming a THREE TIME Internet Champion.

Laura steps between them at this point.

Laura: Bella, why don't you finish getting ready by the gorilla?

Bella: Exactly what I was thinking. TOODLES Crystal.

With one last eyeroll Bella grabs her ring jacket and walks away. Laura turns and looks at Crystal.

Laura: Zdunrich, do we have a problem?

Crystal stutters backing up.

Crystal: My… Fight isn't with you Laura. It's with Bella but mainly Alexandra for not booking me tonight! If you want there to be a problem I am sure we can settle it in some shape or form.

Laura smiles.

Laura: No Crystal, your fight isn't with me or even with Bella. She is on her own road and well...you are working your way up from the bottom. Literally. There are a lot of people that are not on this show tonight that should be. You picking fights with anyone is not going to help, especially tonight.

Laura steps up and stands a little taller.

Laura: I am also not here to protect my daughter, and I am not going to fight you. I am also going to give you some sage words of advice, you can take it or leave it, but...stop attempting to attach yourself to people. To Mercy, to Bella- Hell, even to me. I am here now, strictly as a veteran of 20 plus years, who has been there and seen it all. And most importantly, I'm someone that you do not want to piss off. Trust me on that.

Crystal: Uh… Sure I will see you around. I will take what you said although I doubt I will listen. Anyway, go watch your daughter's match tonight. She's going to need a shoulder to cry on after my girl beats the brakes off of her tonight. Ciao Laura.

Crystal chuckles as she walks away. Laura stands there for a moment and looks up.

Laura: Yeah, I can't believe I got talked into this either.

The cameras were right back out around the ring where they belonged. Each and everyone of those crowd members were vocal. Couldn't wait for the next bit of action to take place. That's when the arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day's "Shut up" begins to blare. The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken with a different set of footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kick pads.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Bombshell Internet Championship. Introducing first the challenger. Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!

The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with a ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans along the way. Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.

Adams: Bella has had to be thinking about this moment ever since Into The Void. This is the chance for her to get that championship back.

Simone: This is not a knock at the reigning champion, but a lot of us thought Mercedes golden years were behind her. Likely Bella did too. Then she pulled that shocker of a victory out to become champion. That is a lesson learned. Bella is one to learn fast too. She is ready to go here tonight.

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, The reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting.

Simone: As much as Bella is looking to get back her championship tonight. You can see it in Mercedes eyes. She's determined to prove this isn't a fluke and determined to prove that she isn't far from done here in SCW.

Adams: The resume for this legend is a mile long. She's done a lot of great things for many years. This could truly end up being another chapter in an already impressive book. We'll just have to see how it plays out.

DING DING DING!

The very second the bell sounded. Bella and Mercedes both found themselves coming out of their respective corners. Both ladies tie it up in the middle of the ring with a tight collar-elbow tie up. Bella, despite lacking a little bit of surprise compared to Mercedes, found herself taking control. Quickly getting the upper hand and pushing Mercedes back into the corner. Holly Wood was right there to tell them to break it up.

Bella followed the rules as she had a clean break up. Putting her hands in the air. To which was a mistake with Mercedes choosing to cheap shot her with a wicked slap to the face. The look in Bella's eyes turned to rage within an instant. However before she could even have a chance to do anything. Mercedes showed her cowardice ways when she rolled out of the ring to create some distance between them. Looking back into the ring with a smirk.

Adams: That is one thing Bella is going to have to look out for all night long. Mercedes is going to cheap shot her every chance she gets.

Simone: You're right about that, Jason. Mercedes is almost proud of cutting corners. Anything to keep her on top.

Adams: Oooh! Look at that the chase is on.

That was in reference to Bella rolling out of the ring on the hunt. Mercedes taking off into a spring with Bella doing the same. Both ladies running around the ring as Bella seemed to really be gaining on the Bombshell Internet Champion. That was until Mercedes switched gears by diving herself back into the ring. Bella found herself starting to do the same. She slid in half way, but being the scout she was. She saw what was coming.

Mercedes, trying to cheap shot her again when she was going to slide in. Dropping down with an elbow, but at the last second Bella slid herself right back out. Forcing the champion to land elbow first into the mat. Mercedes began to favor her elbow right away. Holding it as she got to her feet. By that point Bella leaped up onto the ring apron. Using the ropes to pull them down and springboard into the ring taking Mercedes off her feet with a Hurricanrana!

Simone: Beautiful hurricanrana from the former champion.

Adams: This type of offense will lead to Bella being the champion again. Mark my words. It's a fast pace. It's unpredictable and it's going to have the old vet in Mercedes having a hard time keeping up.

Simone: I will admit that this kind of offense is a bit difficult to combat most of the time. However it is Mercedes we are talking about. She's been in the game long enough to adapt to anything. Her history speaks for itself.

That hurricanrana had Mercedes through a loop as she hit the mat and tried to get up right away. Falling back into the nearest corner behind her. For a breather, but that was the last thing she was going to get. Because as soon as she was in that position. Bella was already up on her feet and sprinting right towards her. Delivering a Yakuza Kick right under the jaw of Mercedes. Her head snapped back and as did her eyes in the back of her head. Before she fell out of the corner to the mat. Bella making the first cover of the match.

ONE!

KICK OUT FROM MERCEDES RIGHT AWAY!

Bella knew there was no reason to get frustrated. Not when she was in the driver's seat. She grabbed a hold of the reigning champion by her head and started to pull her up to her feet. A couple of forearms to the jaw of Mercedes had her backed up against the ropes. Bella then gripped the woman by her wrist and whipped her across the ring. Bella bending over right away with the intent to take the champion down with a back body drop, but as Mercedes came back. She stopped herself mid stride. Yanking the hair of Bella and then whipping her towards the mat with force. Bella's head hitting the canvas with a thud.

Adams: Ooh! That did not sound good. Fast track to concussion city with something like that.

Holly Wood was right there to warn Mercedes about the hair pulling. Yet she paid no attention to the official. Dropping down to her knees where Bella had rolled over clutching the back of her head. Mercedes proceeded to wrap her hands around the jaw of Bella. Pulling back on her head while putting her knee right into the former champion's spine for a painful looking submission. Bella groaned out in agony as she grabbed a hold of the hands of Mercedes and tried to pry them away, but that was nowhere as easy as she would have hoped. Mercedes put more pressure on her spine as she yanked back a little harder.

Simone: I think this is becoming a little more than just trying to make Bella tap out. Mercedes is really aiming to hurt her.

Bella was screaming a little louder in pain. As she tried to dig her nails a little deeper into Mercedes' to get free. No use by any means. Realizing that she wasn't going to get the tap out she desired. Mercedes let go of the submission by grabbing the hair of Bella once again. Then slamming her face forward into the mat with everything she had. As soon as her face collided Bella could be heard letting out a scream as she rolled over favoring her nose.

The champion wasn't anywhere close to finish with her challenger. She grabbed a hold of the right arm and leg of Bella dragging her across the mat like a piece of trash. Bringing her as close to the ropes as she could. From there she stepped through the ring ropes to the apron for a brief second. Long enough to use the ropes to her advantage. Sling shotting herself over the top rope and connecting with a Leg Drop across the chest of Bella. Going for a cover right away.

ONE!

TWO!

BELLA WITH A STRONG KICK OUT!

Mercedes glared in the direction of Bella as she tried to roll away from the champion to create some space. She wasn't going to get too far. Before Mercedes was reaching out and grabbing a hold of her head pulling her to her feet. With a well placed back elbow to the jaw Mercedes has Bella stumbling towards the middle of the ring. Only for her to come forward with a Bu

Micah…well. My car is a woman that I can research by walking into the archives of this company and watching tape. But more more than than that I know she's passed her prime. She was able to fluke her way into the final and when she was exposed everyone could see she simply doesn't have it any more. And when all was set and done for the blast from the past she shut up shop, took a ball, and went back to Hawaii. She's left. Because she didn't want to stick around if she can't have a free ride to wait championship match. She tried her hardest she failed and now she's leaving. And instead of sticking around and trying to work her way back up and really try She just didn't. She doesn't have the heart

But Frankie. Frankie holiday. That excites me but also scares me a little little. Not only is she extremely talented but she's also a relative unknown. She's not a legend like Laura Phoenix who has her prodigy running around this company, she's not someone like that idiot blonde bimbo who can't keep her nose out of everyone's business and I can research by simply watching tape. No, Frankie holiday is a challenge. Unknown unbeaten and someone who seems to be gunning not only for my championship with my spot. So really well the best woman won that match the worst challenge one for me. Frankie holiday is a horrible match up for me. Half of what I do is getting into people's head and now I have to try and learn about her and get into her head. It's going to be a great match and a great defence but I'm under no illusions here, Frankie is a threat to my championship. And my legacy.

What makes no mistake, I love this business. I respect this business. That ring is everything I've ever wanted. And even though I have an amazing personal life with a man that I love and I have friends and family and people that I never thought I'd care about. Being a champion and being the best of the best in that ring or sitting here talking to you that is all I have ever wanted. That's all I've ever thoughtful. And you can hate me and you can cheer me or you can boom me or you can throw something at me and you can think I'm full of shit. But don't you ever, and I mean ever question my dedication to loving this business and wanting to be the best. So you ask me what my future is and where I'm going. I want to face the best this company has to offer and test myself against them. And one of those will be Frankie holiday. And she and I are going to do everything we can to win the match and walk out as the champion. But, the difference between her and I? I've already done it.