The opening shot of the sweeping view of the Broadmoor World Arena in Colorado Springs, the packed house buzzing with energy. Bright, overhead spotlights dance across the fans as the camera pans over the six-sided ring at center stage, surrounded by roaring spectators. Pyrotechnics erupt from the entrance ramp in a dazzling display as the SCW theme music blares through the sound system.
Ring announcer Justin Decent makes his way down the ramp with confident strides, dressed sharp in his usual "dare to bare" flamboyant attire, showing just enough skin to tease and tantalize. A spotlight follows him as he climbs the steel steps and steps between the ropes, pausing in the center of the six-sided ring with a warm grin. He raises the microphone to his lips.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready for Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!?
The capacity crowd answers in the affirmative as Justin holds out his arms in wonder.
Justin: That ... is what I want to hear! Now to kick the night off right as only she can, please welcome our very own "Hostess With the Mostess," Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd erupts with applause as the curtain parts and Amanda Hugginkiss steps onto the stage, beaming beneath the arena lights in a playful country girl outfit—complete with denim shorts, a tied-up plaid shirt, cowgirl boots, and a wide-brimmed hat tipped sassily to one side. The twang of upbeat country music kicks in as she strikes a pose, then struts down the ramp with charm and confidence, twirling once to the delight of the fans. With a wink and a grin, she grabs the microphone set at the foot of the stage and launches into her lively opening number, her voice ringing clear and spirited as she sets the tone for a wild, high-energy night in Colorado Springs.
Amanda: I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story in the calluses and lines
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind
I remember daddy's hands, how they held my momma tight
And patted my back for something done right
There are things that I've forgotten that I loved about the man
But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands
I remember daddy's hands workin' 'til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands
Once the performance ends, Amanda takes a sweeping bow to each side of the stage and blows the crowd in Colorado Springs a kiss before vanishing backstage behind the curtains.
The camera then transitions to the ringside area where we join Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the broadcasters table while the fans behind them gather in the shot, smiling and waving toward the camera with excitement.
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to the city known as "Little London" - Colorado Springs, as we celebrate the reign of the two-time King For A Day - King Guy!
Adams: Long may he reign!
Simone: Well, if by long you mean a period of the next several hours, then yes. Much like his previous year and his Queen this year, King Guy has wreaked havoc on the rosters this day - both for the Superstars and the Bombshells alike!
Adams: I'll say! King Guy has brothers fighting brothers and friends fighting friends...
Simone: And it all begins in what has been billed as a Pin the Jackass Gauntlet match for the Roulette Championship. The reigning champion Logan Hunter puts his newly won championship on the line against three challengers! "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart, Justin Smith - and as of yet named Mystery Entrant!
Adams: Mercedes Vargas was successful last week when she defended her Internet Championship against the former champion, Bella Madison. This week? Mercedes takes on Lilith Locke in a Non-Title match!
Simone: And speaking of former champions, we have two women who both have held gold locking up in singles competition! Hall of Famer Necra Octavian Kane goes up against a future inductee I am certain in Andrea Hernandez!
Adams: One of the best stars of the Bombshell division steps back inside of the six-sided ring! Alicia Lukas faces the FoShan Bombshell Song for the first time EVER! Song just might pull off a massive win before her contract runs out!
Simone: King Guy really struck a blow by sinking to all new depths when he booked the following fight. And I say fight because we are not going to see a wrestling match but a three round BOXING match as brothers Miles Kasey and LJ Kasey are being forced to put on the gloves and duke it out!
Adams: But King Guy is always looking out for his one-sided best friend Jayden Harris, and King Guy wants Jayden to get another shot at Vincent as he booked Jayden and his sister Mikhaila in a Hardcore Tag Team match against the Lyons Twins - Vincent and Victoria!
Simone: And tonight's Main Event is for the biggest prize of them all! The brand new World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter puts his title on the line for the first time ever thanks to King Guy! But with TWO catches! Not only is Carter's close friend Artie his first challenger - but King Guy himself is also the self appointed referee!
Adams: I don't know who is going to need to watch their backs more! Carter or Artie!
Simone: Keep an eye on this and more here tonight on SCW Climax Control!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Ms. Rocky Mountains walking around.
Marissa: Err, Rocky?
The camera pans over to show Marissa Shields, the older twin sister of Brooke, the girlfriend of the current Roulette Champion Logan Hunter, that Brunette beauty is clearly unhappy.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Oh hey! Happy birthday for Monday.
Marissa: Thanks, I mean it would've been better if Logan and Brooke didn't try to leave me to dine alone but I got the last lau……………….
Brooke: AHEM!
Marissa sighs.
Marissa: Oh, right, they want a chat with you.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: If they want an interview they can go through the proper channels, I'm not their personal interviewer!
Marissa: I know but they've been giving me a massive headache since me and Brooke turned twenty on Monday, can you at least humour them for my sake?
Rocky sighs.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You're lucky I like you Marissa.
Marissa: At least someone does, they're down there.
Marissa motions to a nearby hallway with her head before following Rocky down it, Logan is sitting on a crate as usual, his Roulette Title over his shoulder and his much shorter girlfriend Brooke is standing beside hm, the stunning redhead dressed in an outfit designed to show off her body.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Logan, tonight……………
Brooke: Err, aren't you forgetting something?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: What?
Brooke: I heard the birthday wish for Marissa, I deserve one too! My birthday was on the same day damn it!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You're twin sisters, of course you share a birthday!
Brooke: I'm WAITING!
Rocky sighs.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Happy belated birthday Brooke!
Brooke: Was that so hard? Now, Logan has something to say, so stand there, look pretty and give teenage boys with a MILF Fetish something to oggle at!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I BEG YOUR PAR……………….
Logan: GUY! You think you can just steal my title from me by entering the Pin the Jackass Gauntlet as the Mystery Participant? You will kneel before me! And Justin and Bill? They are fools who will fall before my wrath!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Err, Bill's a veteran and has been around for years………….
Brooke: Are you trying to suggest that Bill's smart?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yes?
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! That senile idiot was acting like Logan set the match up! He's so fucking dumb he thinks Tupac Shakur is a Jewish Holiday!
Simone: Okay, I'll admit, that made me laugh!
Adams: Don't let her hear you say that!
Brooke: And Justin? Does he even know how to count to three?! He's lost every other match he's been in!
Logan: No matter what this title will still be mine by the end of he night! Woe to the Vanquished, for the reigns of false kings shall be erased from the record books! Bill, Justin and Guy WILL NOT DENY ME MY THRONE! THEY WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME! THE TRUE ROULETTE CHAMPION!
Rocky walks off as the scene fades.
Artie and Bobbie are seen walking backstage, heading towards the locker rooms. Artie needs to start getting ready for his match against Carter later on tonight and the look on his face seems focused and determined. He looks ready to not only face off against one of his good friends, but also…to become a champion. THE champion.
Bobbie: I'm so excited for tonight, sweetie. You're about to do what I never could. Become the top champion!
Artie smiles as Bobbie shows off her excitement and support for her husband. She continues talking and doesn't notice when Artie stops suddenly right in front of a locker room door labeled "KING GUY." The door is cracked open and Artie peeks inside, and what he sees makes him smile even brighter.
Bobbie: Artie? What are you doing?!
After he doesn't respond, she turns around and sees him eavesdropping in the locker room.
Artie: He left it…unattended. Bobbie! It's right there!
Bobbie walks up to him as he speaks in a hushed voice and she looks confused.
Bobbie: What are you talking about? Why are you whisp…Oh, no. Don't even think about it!
She sees the name on the door and immediately warns him. However her warning falls on deaf ears. He drops his duffel bag and slowly creeps inside the locker room. Guy With Cape is nowhere to be found and a few moments later, Artie bursts out of the locker room, with the King For A Day crown in his hands!
Artie: It's mine! He was stupid enough to leave it unattended and it's all mine now!
Bobbie: Artie! Put…It…Back! It's just a crown now. There's no power to even having it anymore.
Artie shakes his head, grins and laughs.
Artie: I don't care. It matters to me. I've got the crown and there is nothing he can do about it.
Artie then reaches down and picks up his duffel bag. He opens it and quickly hides the crown inside. Once it's safely out of view, he starts walking again, acting as if nothing had happened. Bobbie shakes her head and sighs, know full well…that decision may just backfire on him.
We are inside the dressing room of Bill Barnhart and his wife and manager Bea Barnhart at the Broadmoor World Arena. Bill and Bea are ready for the first match to begin as Bill is in a PIN THE JACKASS GAUNTLY MATCH for the Roulette Championship. The participants in the match include the current Roulette Champion Logan Hunter, Bill Barnhart, Aiden Reynolds, and a mystery candidate who will be revealed later. We notice the roving interviewer is in the room with Bill and Bea as they answer questions for the camera to broadcast their answers.
Scott: Bill your match for the Roulette Championship will be the first match for this event. Are you excited for a chance to earn your third Roulette Championship?
Bill: Of course Scott. I have wanted to earn my third Roulette Championship for several years.
Scott: Logan Hunter is not one to easily let go of the Roulette Championship so do you have a comment on hat?
Bill: Of course I have a comment on that. I have every intention of earning my third Roulette Championship. This is not a match where you can only win by pinning the Roulette Champion or making them submit. This is a Gauntlet Match. Although we do not know the specifics of the Gauntlet it will not be an issue for me. Also the current match information does not give specifics on what the Gauntlet will consist of, or who the unknown forth wrestler is, or whether there will be weapons laying around for us to use on the others in the match.
Scott: It is difficult to get fully prepared and fired up for a match when there are a lot of unknowns going into the match.
Bill: That is what separates great wrestlers like myself compared to the other common-place wrestlers in the sport. During all my matches I am able to adjust and maneuver and adapt to whatever is presented. Scott I will win this match and earn my Third Roulette Championship.
Scott turns his attention to Bea to ask her a few questions before she and Bill need to get to the Staging Area to be ready for his match.
Scott: Be honest Bea. Does is frustrate you that Bill gets many shots at the Roulette Championship but you do not?
Bea: Nope! I take the assignments Management gives to me and I always do the best in my matches. One day the Bombshell Roulette Championship will become mine.
Scott: Although this is a Hardcore Rules match for the Roulette Championship are you planning in getting involved in this match to help Bill get the win?
Bea: Oh, Scott, I cannot believe you asked me that question! Here is the deal. I serve at the Manager at Ringside for the matches Bill is involved in. I am at ringside to ensure the match is officiated correctly by the Referee in the ring and that no interference from outside the ring takes place unless it isa Hardcore Rules match. We have four wrestlers in this match and if the other wrestlers in the match have interference, or run-ins on the match from their friends, then you damn sure will see me get involved in the match.
Scott: That is all the time I have available as you two need to get to the Staging Area to be ready for your match. Thanks for allowing me in your dressing room to get your comments on your match.
Bill and Bea thank Scott Oliver for his time spent with them. The two then leave their dressing room and head down the hallway to get to the staging area to be ready for their match. Scott Oliver stands in the hallway to watch the two walk down the hallway and when they are out of sight Scott informs his camera person to cut their camera feed and they do and our screen goes black.
It was now time for the first scheduled contest of the night. The fans could be heard showing their excitement for everything. All eyes on the ring. "Hope Castrated" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke follows him out and has her back to the crowd while she does some sensual poses and her boyfriend glares at the ring.
Justin: The following contest is a SCW Roulette Championship Gauntlet Match. It will be contested under Falls Count Anywhere Rules. Introducing first at this time. From Sydney, Australia. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke Shields. He is the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the two start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed.
Adams: I cannot wait to see Logan fail in his first title defense.
Simone: We are meant to remain unbiased for those watching, but Logan has pushed out buttons one too many times over the last few months.
Adams: Sure has. Besides it would be the most Logan thing ever if he wins, then loses just like that. After all. Isn't his record like three and seven?
Simone: Certainly more losses than wins.
The opening riffs of Madness by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin "Tarrytown Tormenter" Smith comes out to the stage, looking smug. He stands there as the crowd gives him boos. The New York Smasher walks from one side of the stage to the other with a swag in his step. He looks around the crowd, and starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head with his nose in the air to look at the crowd, their faces showing that they do not like the way he is looking down upon them.
Justin: Now making his way to the ring. One of the challengers of this gauntlet. All the way from Tarrytown, New York. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds. He is the 'Tarrytown, Tormenter' JUSTIN SMITH!
The Tarrytown Tormenter lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Hitamashii climbs up to the apron and steps between the top rope and the middle rope, looking around at the fans as they continue to boo him.
Simone: Justin has a chance to shock the world right here tonight.
Adams: We know that's not going to happen.
Simone: Let's not forget he beat Bill. Not that long ago.
Adams: His first win in what three years? Let's call it what it is here Belinda. Justin is about to get smacked around. But thank goodness. It won't be a one and done. Logan has a long night ahead of him.
DING DING DING!
The very second the bell was heard Logan wasted no time at all. He rushed across the ring and completely blindsided Justin with a forearm to the jaw. Knocking the man back into the corner. Logan stayed up on the man with a series of punches and kicks. Justin doing what he could to protect himself but thanks to being so caught off guard from the assault it was heard to do. Those kicks to the midsection now started to have Justin falling down into the corner to a seated position.
Adams: This is exactly the kind of behavior I expected out of Logan. Nothing but underhanded tactics right out the gate.
Simone: He knows what he was doing. He didn't even give Justin time to realize the bell had rung. But guess this why you need to have your head on a swivel.
Adams: You can say that again and thanks to the Roulette Wheel deciding this is going to be a Falls Count Anywhere match. We can only assume how crazy this is going to get.
Simone: But lets not forget Logan has his work cut out for him. He has to get through Justin, then Bill, and then whomever Guy's mystery man is.
Adams: Ugh. Don't remind me of the mystery man crap!
Justin was seated in the corner as Logan landed a couple more kicks to the man's chest to keep him down where he was at. Finally, Logan took a couple steps back with a smirk spread across his lips. Dusting his hands off in an arrogant manner as the crowd proceeded to boo him over his actions. Logan then turned right back around to face Justin who was trying to get up, but Logan wasn't having any of it.
He rushed in and connected with a Face Wash across the man's face causing his head to snap back. From there Logan grabbed a hold of Justin's foot and began to drag him out of the corner with no remorse for the nasty kick he just landed. Having him right there in the middle of the ring as he decided to make the cover. Holly Wood being right there to drop down and make the count.
ONE!
KICK OUT FROM JUSTIN RIGHT AWAY!
Logan looked more annoyed than anything that Justin appeared like he was going to be giving a fight. He then grabbed the man by his head and pulled him up to his feet. He landed a stiff forearm to the jaw that caused Justin to stumble back against the ropes. Quickly reaching out to grab them and prevent himself from falling. Logan already had the man sized up as he started to charge at him for a clothesl-nooo! Justin ducked down at the last second and sent Logan flying to the outside.
Simone: Who knew Logan could fly?!
Adams: I don't even think he did! That was a nasty landing to the outside.
Simone: Oh boy! Look at Justin!
Back inside the ring Justin was starting to take the top rope. Climbing it as he turned himself in a position where his back was facing the outside. Logan was trying to get up to his feet as he limped a little. Looking like he might have tweaked his angle on the landing. But no sooner than he was able to get his feet under him. Justin launched himself from the top rope and came flying down on top of Justin for a Moonsault taking them both down to the floor. Staying on top of Logan for the cover forcing Holly Wood to slide out of the ring to count.
ONE!
TWO!
LOGAN FORCES A KICK OUT!
Of course the crowd booed heavily when the champion showed what kind of a fighter he intended to be. Justin had control now and he planned on keeping it. He grabbed Logan by the head and pulled him to his feet. Quickly he spun around leading Logan by the head before sending him right into the metal post of the ring. Logan's head hitting it with force. Logan crumbled to the floor as soon as his head hit the mat. The very second he lifted his head up though. Blood could be seen leaking from the cut on his head.
Adams: We got a bleeder, Belinda.
Simone: Come on now, Jason. That's not funny. But it does seem his skin is as a thin as his ego.
Adams: And you want to get on me for making a joke?!
Logan was reaching out for the guardrail the best he could. Blood just stains his face in the matter of seconds. With using the guardrail to get his feet under him, Logan then fell back against it and used to to keep himself up right. Justin was already in prime position. Sprinting forward and connecting with a Spear through the guardrail sending them both through it and into the front row of the fans. There was quite the pop coming from the live crowd with Justin rolling Logan over and pinning him right in front of everyone. Again Holly Wood rushed over to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
ANOTHER FORCED KICK OUT FROM LOGAN!
Holly Wood held up just two fingers as Justin looked at him for a brief second. Nodding his head in understanding of the situation. Justin got right back to his feet as he grabbed a hold of Logan again pulling him up. He turned and brought him out of the front row of the crowd. Before throwing him into the ring from under the bottom rope. Logan rolling to the center leaving a trail of blood along the way.
Justin was showing that he wasn't done just yet. He grabbed the ring apron and yanked it up searching under it. He managed to pull out a steel chair only seconds later, as he rolled right into the ring with it. Once in the ring he unfolded the chair and sat it up right in the middle of the ring. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Logan was trying to get back to his feet as he got to one knee and started to dig inside his tights for some reason. Something that the commentary team caught onto.
Simone: Did you see that Jason?!
Adams: I sure did. He's digging in his tights for something!
Simone: You don't think it could be those Brass Knuckles he likes to use do you?!
Adams: It's Logan. I wouldn't put anything past this snake!
Simone: Couldn't have said it better myself.
Logan was finishing getting up as he was protecting his right hand with his left. As soon as he turned around there was Justin. He landed a stiff kick right to the gut that forced him to double over. Justin putting Logan's head between his legs and then turning back towards the chair. Both arms wrapped around his waist and then lifting Logan up onto his shoulders for "THE STRIK-NOOOOO!" Logan was able to counter what could have been the end with the "RIGHT HAND OF GOD" striking Justin with those brass knuckles. Justin's eyes rolled back as he fell to the mat. Logan landing right on top of him for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Justin: It is official, Justin Smith has been eliminated!
As soon as the three count took place. Logan rolled over as he was smirking through that blood covered face of his. Clearly feeling very proud of himself for what he had done. That's when "Raise You Glass" by Pink could be heard. With Bill wasting no time at all coming out from the back and starting to march towards the ring.
Adams: If I were Bill. I'd be careful getting in the ring with a man that has brass knuckles on.
Simone: That is a dangerous situation, Bill is walking into right now. You're right about that, but you have to also question how much does Logan have in the tank.
Adams: He has lost quite a bit of blood already. He is easy pickings but Bill is going to have to actually get a hold of him first.
Logan was getting back to his feet as Bill found himself sliding right into the ring. As soon as he stood up Logan swung "RIGHT HAND OF GO-NOOOO!" Bill quickly snatched the hand with the brass knuckles on it and just looked at Logan shaking his head. Panic set into the eyes of the Roulette Champion. Bill quickly pulled the brass knuckles off and threw them out of the ring.
Before pulling Logan in and then wrapping his hand around his throat. The crowd came alive as Bill lifted Logan straight up and then brought him down with a Chokeslam to the chair! The metal gave out under the pressure of Logan. Bill dropped right down to his knees as he put his arm across the arm of Logan and made sure to hook the leg for the pin with everything intention of taking the Roulette Championship with ease.
ONE!
Simone: I can't even imagine what it feels like to be put through a metal chair like that!
TWO!
Adams: I can tell you this. It might not be tonight. It might not be even next year. But that is going to cause Logan serious trouble with his spine.
TH-NO!
Simone: Oh my! Logan is actually still alive after that. How?!
Adams: That's a damn good question!
Simone: Has to be instincts alone. No way he was able to kick out based on anything else other than that.
Bill shook his head in a disappointing manner as he grabbed a hold of Logan by his blood soaked hair and pulled him to his feet. Long enough to ragdoll him into one of the corners where his body hit with a thud and he stayed up right. Bill not wasting much time at all as he rushed right in and connected with a huge splash in the corner just driving the air out of Logan's lungs.
Logan leaned into Bill looking almost completely out of it at this point. Bill quickly transitioned into a position beside Logan and then lifted him u. He spun towards the center of the ring and then slammed him down with "BULLDOG SLAM"! Logan's body just bounced off the mat as he flopped over to his face, but Bill grabbed a hold of him and rolled him right back to his back to go for another pin attempt.
Adams: What a slam by Bill, but is it going to be enough?!
Simone: Better yet. If that is enough, do we still get to see the mystery person?!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NOOO!
LOGAN POPS HIS SHOULDER UP!
Simone: I may not like this man, but how I can I not give him props for being able to keep fighting like this?!
Adams: Even as impressive as he is with the fight. I can't do it. Logan has left a bad taste in all of our mouths for far too long.
Bill once again shook his head. The fight that Logan was putting on didn't seem to impress him. Not even in the least bit. The large man got right back to his feet and proceeded to roll out of the ring. As soon as he was on the outside he lifted up that ring apron and lifted it up to search under the ring for a couple of seconds. Only to reveal himself to be pulling out a table much to the delight of the fans.
He grabbed a hold of it with both hands and started to pick it up. However the second he had it out in front of him. Logan came out of nowhere diving through the middle ropes with a suicide dive. Slamming that table right into the face of Bill. Both of them hitting the floor on the outside. Of course Logan was a little worse for wear than Bill, but somehow someway he was finding a way back to his feet.
He took notice of Bill doing the same thing. Making sure to cut him off the second Bill was up to his knees. Connecting with a Savate Kick to the temple of Bill This flattened the Bulldog onto his back. Allowing Logan the chance to drop down and hook the man's legs in an attempt to get the win. Holly Wood sliding back out of the ring to make that cover with the crowd waiting in suspense.
ONE!
TWO!
BILL SHOVES LOGAN OFF HIM!
For a brief second the Roulette Champion was launched into the air. Before he hit the hard floor. Bill was already starting to get to his feet as he was not about to let Logan get too much more control. Once he was up on his feet. He turned to see Logan running at him. With one quick fluid motion he popped Logan into the air. Caught him on his shoulder and then connected with a modified version of the running Powerslam to the ring apron. Logan's spine hitting harshly as he rose in pain.
Simone: Oooh! The hardest part of the ring!
Adams: Remember what I said about his spine having long term damage earlier? Yeah, Bill is going to make sure of that.
Simone: Logan just keeps on asking for it though. He won't stay down.
Adams: Let's be honest with ourselves here Belinda. Logan isn't smart enough to stay down.
Simone: I'm not trying to call anyone stupid but...
Bill could be seen shoving Logan into the ring from under the bottom rope. Before he turned back around and grabbed that table that he was trying to use earlier. Picking it up and turning to slide it into the ring. Following right behind it, he grabbed a hold of the table, and then flipped it so he could begin pulling the legs out. As he was distracted with this. Brooke could be seen rushing down to the ring and heading right to the side of the ring where Logan had crawled to.
She reached forward with her hands and put something in the champion's hands. The fans getting a view of what was going on. They were not supportive of it by any means. Logan cupped it for a second and drew back to his knees. Then revealing he had a bag of white powder in hand. Undoing the bag and quickly pouring it into the palm of his hand. About that time Bill flipped the table up right and then turned his attention back to Logan. Approaching him from behind and not knowing what was waiting for him.
He snagged a hold of Logan's hair to pull him up to his feet. The very second he did Logan turned around and launched that white powder right into the eyes of Bill. a cloud of smoke was seen briefly as Bill head his eyes and screamed out stumbling backwards some. Logan wasting no time as he kicked Bill right in the gut and then grabbed his head to drive it down into the mat with a Spike DDT. Both men off their feet for the time being.
Adams: That dirty piece of trash! Once again with the underhanded tactic!
Brooke was slamming her hands against the mat as she was doing her best to get Logan back into it. He had to be the first one on his feet. Bill was already tried to roll over, but was very blinded. Sure enough Logan rolled himself over and got up. Just before Bill could. Allowing him to grab Bill by the head and then slam it into the table he set up in the ring. He went limp against it.
Logan took things a little further when he grabbed one of those large legs of Bill and started to lift him onto the table. He got him on the table and then started to stumble towards the ring ropes. He was having a hard time standing with all the blood he had lost, but he managed to make it to those ropes and started to step out onto the ring apron. Logan turning to face the ring once again where Bill was on that table.
Simone: What in the world is he even thinking right now?!
Taking no time at all, he grabbed the top rope, and pulled it down to jump onto it. Quickly launching himself into the air, turning, and then coming straight down on Bill in the middle of the ring with "NO HERO" causing the table to just shatter underneathe Bill. Both men hitting the mat as soon as it gave away, but Logan found himself landing where his shoulders were on Bill's chest. Holly Wood sliding down to make the count with the crowd looking on in horror.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Justin: Bill has been eliminated from this match!
Logan heard the three count and it was enough to start bringing some life into him. He rolled over a bloody mess and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. With him trying to get to his feet. The speakers within the arena started to play some really weird dark and twisted circus music. Logan then pushed up and fell right into the ropes looking at the entrance way. Taunting for whomever to come out with his hands.
Adams: I am honestly shocked that in this state. Logan has made it this far into the gauntlet. He's made it to the mystery man.
Simone: But who the heck is the mystery man and why is it taking them so gosh darn long to get out here?
Adams: Your guess is as good as... Wait a minute! Belinda look!
Jason was bringing attention to the person that had just hopped the barricade in an all black suit. Complete with an entire black mask over their face and head. They slid right into the ring from behind Logan. The crowd was very much coming alive for what they were seeing. Leaving Logan looking puzzled and confused. With his attention still on the entrance way, but with the way the crowd was reacting. He forced himself to let go of the ropes and turn around.
The second he did that Mystery Man acted, scooped Logan onto his shoulders, and spun around. Not once, not twice, but three times. No doubt making the defending champion dizzy. Stopping in the middle of the ring, the Mystery Man launched Logan off his shoulders and bringing his knee up right into his chin to connect with GO TO SLEEP causing Logan to slump down to the mat. The mystery man dropped down, forced Logan onto his back, and waved Holly Wood over as he made the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Holly Wood's hand hit the mat for a third time. The entire crowd was silent at first. It was a genuine shock until they all realized that Logan had just lost his championship and then the cheers came in. The buildings walls were rattling with the excitement that the crowd was showing.
Justin: Here is your winner and NEW Roulette Champion... The Mystery Man?
Following that announcement, The mystery man quickly rolled themselves off of Logan and got to their feet just as Holly Wood was bringing the championship to him. He snagged it out of their hands and then began to sprint around the ring in excitement. Holding the championship high above their head as they made their rounds.
Simone: We have ourselves a new Roulette Champion to start the night off!
Adams: Something is fishy about this. Something is real fishy!
Simone: Fishy? What do you mean?
About that time the mystery man stopped sprinting as he came back to Logan's prone body in the middle of the ring. He reached up and grabbed a hold of the mask that was over his face and head. Yanking it up and off of him to reveal their true idenity which just so happened to be the King himself, GUY! The crowd was a little shocked at first. Some mixed reactions being heard, but for the most part still positive. Guy was smirking hear to ear as he placed his foot on Logan's chest in a sign of disrespect and lifted the championship over his head.
Adams: See! I told you something was off! Talk about cheating someone out of a championship!
Simone: Cheated?! Now you're on Logan's side all of the sudden?!
Adams: In this case. Yes! Guy just rigged the whole damn system to make himself a champion and you can't say he didn't!
Simone: Guy didn't do anything that others haven't done in the past with just giving themselves a championship match... It was just a little secreative?!
Adams: Exactly! He had to make sure he had an unfair advantage!
Simone: Wait a second there Jason. I don't think that's what this was at all.
Back inside the ring Guy still had that smirk featured all over his lips. Once he took his foot off of Logan's chest. He put the championship over his shoulder and started to make his way out of the ring. Leading to Brooke quickly sliding into the ring to check on Logan. With the cameras then cutting backstage to catch some more action.
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Rocky Mountains is standing, holding a microphone. She looks a little nervous, but she takes a deep breath as she brings the mic to her lips.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Welcome back to Climax Control. Last week, after a hard-fought title match, SCW Hall of Famer and Bombshell Internet Champion Mercedes Vargas was blindsided by someone no one expected—Lilith Locke. That attack has shaken the Bombshell Division. Let's take a look at what happened.
Footage of last week's Bombshell Internet Championship match and the post-match attack plays.
Simone: Bella was starting to show signs of frustration herself now. That was one of the best moves she had in her arsenal and somehow it wasn't enough.
As she started to get to her feet Mercedes had rolled away from her, crawling to the corner, reaching out to grab a hold of it to try and pull herself up. As she was doing so, Bella was coming right up behind her. She grabbed a hold of the champion's waist and tried to pull her away from the corner.
Adams: Mercedes is holding on for dear life! She's not letting go!
Bella pulls back with everything she has, finally forcing Mercedes to let go—but in the process, Mercedes rips the turnbuckle pad off, exposing the top metal. Mercedes drops the pad and turns around just as Bella rushes her again.
Simone: Oh no! The turnbuckle's exposed!
Mercedes, ever the opportunist, drops down and nails Bella with a drop toe hold, sending Bella face-first into the exposed steel!
Adams: That's a mouthful of metal and I don't think Holly Wood noticed it!
Bella clutches her mouth in pain, dazed. Mercedes quickly rolls her up from behind, grabbing a handful of tights for extra leverage.
Simone: Not like this!
Holly Wood slides into position, missing the handful of tights.
Crowd: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The crowd erupts in boos as Mercedes immediately releases the tights and rolls to her knees, a sly smirk on her lips.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL the Bombshell Internet Champion… MERCEDEEEES VAAAARGAS!
Mercedes snatches the championship from Holly Wood and holds it high, soaking in the jeers from the crowd.
Adams: That is not the ending any of us were looking for.
Simone: Mercedes took a shortcut and she knows it. She had to cheat to beat Bella tonight.
Adams: And she doesn't have any remorse for it at all. Just look at her parading around the ring!
Suddenly, the crowd's boos shift in tone as Lilith slides into the ring behind Mercedes, a wicked smirk on her face.
Simone: My goodness! Where did she even come from?!
Mercedes turns around—just in time for Lilith to scoop her up and drive her into the mat with the Storm In My Head! Mercedes screams in pain as she hits the mat. Lilith stands, glaring down at the fallen champion.
Lilith picks up the Bombshell Internet Championship, staring at it intently. The crowd's boos rain down as she clutches the title tightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Bella struggling to her feet.
Adams: Oh no, Bella, look out!
Lilith charges and blasts Bella from behind with the championship belt, dropping her to the mat.
Simone: That's just uncalled for! Adding insult to injury at this point!
Lilith stands tall over both fallen women, then slowly raises the Bombshell Internet Championship high above her head, her wicked grin never fading.
Adams: She's making sure everyone knows she's next in line!
The camera lingers on Lilith, championship held high, as the crowd's boos echo throughout the arena.
Simone: What a statement from Lilith! The Bombshell Internet Championship picture just got a whole lot more interesting!
The scene cuts back to Rocky Mountains and she clears her throat.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight, hoping for answers, I'm joined by Mercedes Vargas.
The shot widens to reveal Mercedes, arms folded, eyes locked on Rocky. The crowd's reaction is mixed but passionate. Mercedes' posture is all confidence—she's ready for a fight.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, congratulations on defending your title against Bella Madison. But after last week's attack by Lilith Locke, everyone's wondering—why do you think she targeted you and Bella? And how do you feel about tonight's non-title match where Lilith could earn a future title shot?
Rocky offers the microphone. Mercedes smirks, steps forward, and taps the mic.
Mercedes: I'm sorry, Rocky, but is this thing on?
Rocky nods.
Mercedes: Good—because it's about to be on tonight.
She flicks her hair back, her eyes burning with intensity.
Mercedes: You know, last week... I thought maybe things were starting to settle. I defended my title, did what I'm supposed to do. But then Lilith Locke? She blindsides me and Bella like it's some game. Like it's all just a damn show. Tonight, I'm not just answering Lilith's attack. I'm making a statement. One she won't forget. And neither will anyone else.
She shifts her title belt on her shoulder, the weight of it suddenly feeling real.
Mercedes: Now, I know I walk in with gold around my waist and a target on my back. Lilith is trying to jump the line and make a name for herself at my expense. Tonight's match isn't for this gold. But if she thinks she can come in here, win, and earn a shot at my championship? She's got another thing coming.
Mercedes pauses, glancing down for a moment as she collects her thoughts. She exhales, the tension in her jaw visible. For a split second, the bravado slips, replaced by something rawer—a flicker of vulnerability. She looks back up, her eyes sharper than ever.
Mercedes: Lilith, if you wanted to say hi, I'm not too hard to find. Then again, you don't seem to be the type who would invite someone to tea and crumpets. No, no, no. You're more hands on. You want to make an impact, send a message? Well, message received, loud and clear. Now, it's my turn.
Mercedes steps forward, shifting the title belt higher on her shoulder. Her eyes narrow, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone as she stares straight into the camera.
Mercedes: You want to make this personal? Fine. I thrive on personal, mamita. But let's get one thing straight: when you come for me, you better not miss. I don't just send messages—I deliver statements. And after tonight, there won't be any doubt about who runs this division. Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember.
Mercedes stares into the camera, her jaw set, then walks off, leaving Rocky standing in the hallway, the tension hanging in the air as the scene fades out. Rocky lowers the mic, her eyes wide, as the weight of Mercedes' words lingers.
A shot of the backstage area revealed the Internet Champion, Kevin Carter arriving. His right hand clutching his gear bag. All while his other hand had Lilith's hand in it. Walking alongside her. With the audio starting to pick up and hear the conversation. Per usual the champion didn't sound pleased or happy with anything.
Kevin Carter: I can't wait to get my hands on him!
Lilith Locke: There is a time and place with everything, sweets.
Kevin Carter: That time and place is now. But no. He would rather hide behind a social media account than show up here. Or just do the creepy shit he did last week. Raven has always lacked a particular set of nuts.
Lilith Locke: I understand your frustration. You are, however, giving him far more attention than he deserves. It should not be concerning your every thought.
Kevin Carter: I have to hurt him, Lilith. Do you not get what I am saying to you?!
Following those words. The two had approached his personal lockerroom. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it down to push it open. Letting her walk in ahead of him, but as he followed behind her. He continued to rant.
Kevin Carter: We gave that imbecile everything. Literally everything!
There was a small sound of horror in Lilith's voice as she called out.
Lilith Locke: Oh no...
Kevin Carter: We pulled him out of the obscurity hell he was stuck in. We brought him to the promiseland. We showed him what it meant to be a true feared individual. We showed him a slice of the main event pie tasted like...
Lilith Locke: Kevin!
Kevin Carter: He didn't have to work for any of it. Being associated with us alone elevated him. And then he pulls the shit he pulls. He left us high and dry, but has the balls to get an attitude with me for costing him Blast from the Past. Payback is a bitch. You don't get to screw us over and think there are no consequences for your actions.
Lilith Locke: Kevin!
Kevin Carter: Goddamnit Lilith! What is it?!
He finally forced himself to stop his rant and look around. Finding himself being forced to look at exactly what she was looking at.
It looked like a massacre had occurred in the room. The chairs and lockers strewn about, doors pulled off their hinges. The walls were smeared in carrion, blood and feathers stuck all over the walls. Messages written in spray paint over the top of the blood and decay.
'SACRIFICE' 'SLAUGHTER' 'FRIENDSHIP RUINED' 'MY CHAMPIONSHIP'
Decaying bird carcasses strewn about the floor, a pile of them in various states of decay stacked in the middle of the room. It was a slasher flick come to life. There's a small bowl affixed to a wooden cross that has been stuck in the centre of the pile of dead birds.
In the bowl is what looks to be a pair of eyes, inside the teeth of a human looking skull. Streaks of red running down from the skulls eye sockets. Tears of blood. Clearly Alexander Raven was sending a message. The wall opposite the doorway is surprisingly clean except for a message scrawled across it in bright crimson. An apropos message written in blood. The one meant to convey the most important message.
'I'M COMING TO BLEED YOU DRY
COUNT YOUR DAYS
YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD.'
Beneath it, three little figures. Reminiscent of little wooden effigies. The letters A, J and K painted in the middle of them. A nine inch nail stuck through the one with the letter K on it. The screech of Raven birds seem to fill the air, as the door slams shut, trapping them both inside the room. Surrounded by the sight and smell of blood, death and decay. Horrified expressions remained on both Lilith and Kevin's faces. The reality of what the Scumbag had done was starting to set in and it may have been a grave mistake.
Backstage the cameras found themselves catching up with a very familiar face. Jayden walked side by side with his sister. The expression on the young man's face was saying a lot, and the words coming out of his mouth just confirmed it.
Jayden: I can't believe this shit.
Mikhalia: What?
Jayden: Guy.
Mikhalia: Guy? What about him?
Jayden: How the hell is he a champion before me?!
His words were almost instantly met with a mixed reaction from the live audience. Finding himself stopping in his tracks. Standing there in the hallway. His frustration boiling over a little more.
Jayden: I have dedicated time and effort into the craft. This is all I have ever wanted to be was a wrestler. It's all I've ever known. And since signing here. I've got nothing to show for it. Nothing.
Mikhalia: I wouldn't say nothing, Jayden. You've done a lot of cool things around here. For better or worse, it's stuff people talk about.
Jayden: I know Mikhalia. I make moments. It's something I've said before, but I also need to justify those moments. I should've had gold around my waist by now. But, that hasn't happened. Instead I'm stuck dealing with Vincent while people like... Guy .. are winning championships. It's kind of...
Mikhalia: Uh, Jayden.
Jayden: It's kind of embarrassing. If I were to be honest.
Well, Mikhalia's warning didn't exactly work. He just blurted out what he was feeling and the very second he did. What Mikhalia was trying to warn him about let their presence be known. A small clearing of the throat sound got Jayden's attention. Forcing him to look in the direction of where it came from. Sure enough there stood the brand new Roulette Champion, Guy. The entire setting instantly felt off. Jayden's usual harden expression becomes soft.
Guy: Huzzah! My frens.
Mikhalia: Hello King!
Jayden: Oh hey there buddy.
Guy: Buddy? Yew sure that's what yew want to call your King, Jayden. He wouldn't want it to be 'embarrassing' for yew to be calling him that or anything!
Right away Guy's expression went from his usual joyful one. To his eyes narrowing and an almost evil-like glaring consuming them. This was not helping the situation at all when it came to how Jayden was feeling.
Jayden: Guy, listen. What I meant was...
Before he could finish what he was saying. That expression of Guy's changed back. He slapped Jayden on the shoulder. A little on the rough side with a chuckle coming from the new champion.
Guy: Relaaaaaxxx! King Guy is giving you a hard time.
Jayden: Oh...well thanks man. I'm just a little stressed out.
Guy: Yiiiis Yiiiis! King Guy understands all too well. Dealing with the big dumb people are never fun. But yew have nothing to worry about my fren.
Jayden: Nothing to worry about?
Guy: Mmmmhmmmm! King Guy knows your dream is to be a champion like him. Gold makes the world go around and around and around. Good time to be a champion. King Guy is here to tell yew. He knows the future and he can personally guarantee the next time yew face a champion. Yew are going to become that champion.
His head nodded in a little bit of an excited manner. Jayden on the other hand just arched his eyebrow up a little bit. Trying to determine if that was a backhanded compliment or not.
Mikhalia: Thank you! I tried to tell him that his time is coming. It's just taking a little longer to get there than expected, but those things happen.
Guy: Indeed! Indeed they do. Not to mention, it's hard to be on the same level as King Guy. Becoming a champion is second nature to him. For everyone else it's going to take a little bit of time, but it'll happen. Yew will get there 'buddy'. Guy promises!
Jayden: Riiiiight... well before I can put any focus on championship dreams. I gotta put Vincent in the rearview mirror. Speaking of, We need to finish getting ready for that tag match.
Guy: Ahhhh yiiiiis! Go hand out the punishments. Your King will be watching!
There excited manner of Guy still shining through as Jayden and Mikhalia walked off. With them out of the camera frame. Guy turned and began to walk back down the hall a little ways. Shining up his championship on his shoulder as he sung out loud to himself.
Guy: Guy is the champion. Guy is the champion! No time for losers like Logan, cause Guy is the chaaaaaampionnnnnn!
As he finished down the hallway, he walked right up to a door and opened it up. Walking inside this office. Instantly becoming very 'Guy Coded' by the design of everything. His voice still rings out in song.
Guy: Yiiiiiiissss! Guy is the champion. Yiiiiis! Guy is the champi---
Mid-sentence he stopped as his jaw almost hitting the floor. His eyes focusing on the satin purple pillow that sat on the desk. Nothing on the pillow but the indent of what was sitting on it was left in the fabric.
Guy: Hey! Where is it?! Where is King Guy's crown?!
Panic was setting in. He tossed the championship off his shoulders and onto a chair. He grabbed the pillow and lifted it up. Looking under it like it was going to be there. Sure enough it wasn't. Guy started to roam around the room. His panic voice could be heard as he started to flip things over and throw them out of the way in his search.
Guy: Where is the crown!?!
He was sounding more and more angry by the second. Flipping over the chair to look under it. Nowhere to be seen. Next thing he did was flip the desk over causing it to hit the floor with a thud. Again the crown was nowhere to be seen. This was quickly starting to turn into a night of disaster for Guy. As his raging and searching continued the cameras found themselves cutting elsewhere.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match! Last week we saw Mercedes Vargas retain the Bombshell Internet Title un a return match against the former champion Bella Madison, as mandated by Queen Alexandra Callaway, and now she faces non-title action against one of our most promising newcomers to the Bombshell Division in Lillith Locke!
Adams: Lillith is coming off a unsuccessful challenge for the Bombshell Roulette Title in the Queens Gambit Match at Ino the Void in a match that also featured Harper Mason, Song and, of course, the champ Victoria Lyons and while Harper has made it clear that she's not done with Victoria by any stretch of the imagination? Lilith has moved on and a non-title win over the Bombshell Internet Champion would do a lot for her career.
Simone: This should be a great match. Let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall!
The arena is consumed by darkness. A low, distorted hum seeps through the speakers like a whisper slithering through the air. A deep purple strobe flickers erratically, casting eerie shadows across the stage. The tron screen glitches to life—flashes of crawling spiders, hollow-eyed skulls, and shattered, bleeding hearts. Then, a breathy, haunting voice crackles over the speakers:
"Do you feel it? That little shiver down your spine? … That's me."
Then—BOOM!
The opening riff of "Chaos in the Calm" rips through the speakers, sending a violent shockwave through the arena. A swirling, sickly violet mist floods the entrance ramp. From the haze, a shadow emerges—Lilith Locke. Her figure slowly becomes visible, clad in black and deep purple ring gear adorned with intricate spiderwebs and ominous skulls. She drags her fingers along her wristbands, the broken heart symbols catching the dim, flickering light as she twitches them with eerie anticipation.
Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, LILITH LOCKE!
Her lips curl into a sinister smirk as she drags a hand through her jet-black hair, streaked with deep violet highlights. Her piercing eyes, lined in smudged, dark makeup, lock onto the ring with a cold, predatory hunger. She moves down the ramp with an almost unnatural smoothness, her black knee-high Converse boots laced up tight, stomping methodically against the steel grating. Every step feels deliberate, like she's savouring the moment before the chaos begins.
Simone: As I said moments earlier, that woman's one of the most promising newcomers to the division we've seen in some time.
Adams: It is worth noting that while she is not undefeated? She's yet to suffer a pin or submission, she suffered her first loss in the Blast from the Past Tournament when Frankie Holiday pinned Melissa to advance to the Semi-Finals and at Into the Void, as Harper has pointed out a few times, it was Song that was pinned in that match, not Lilith or Harper.
At ringside, she stops abruptly. Her fingers curl into the ropes, and with a sudden, jarring movement, she hoists herself onto the apron. She drops into a crouch, her red-painted lips parting slightly as she glares into the ring, then, almost snake-like, she slithers under the bottom rope.
Now inside, she rises in one fluid, eerie motion and paces the ring, dragging her fingers along the ropes like she's feeling the energy coursing through them. She circles, eyes locked onto her opponent, her head tilting slightly in that unsettling way—as if she's studying them, deciding how much she wants to make them suffer. Finally, she backs into the corner, slumping lazily against it before flicking her tongue across her bottom lip, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. The music fades, but the tension in the air remains thick. The storm has passed… but the real chaos is about to begin.
Justin: And her opponent!
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, she is the reigning 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 for her opponent(s) to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes is a hall of famer but many had written her off as a spent force in recent years, then she got that shock win over Cassie Wolfe last cycle and now she's holding a title again.
Adams: I don't know what's lit a fire under Mercedes since the Elimination Chamber Match but I hope for her sake that it doesn't go out any time soon.
SCW's senior referee Drew Patton goes over the rules with both women and once it's known that they understand the rules he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our second match of the night is underway.
Adams: This will be good.
Once the bell sounded Lillith and Mercedes circles around each other before they locked up in the middle of the ring, Lillith takes the early advantage with a arm drag on Mercedes and follows that up with a high standing dropkick to the chin, knocking down the Bombshell Internet Champion! However Mercedes quickly retreats from the ring before Lillith can press the advantage further, much to Lillith's frustration.
Simone: Lillith might be a newcomer but at 32 she's actually one of our older newest signees.
Adams: Not to mention a former Tag Team Champion in her own right, Mercedes has been around for a while but she had better not underestimate Lillith.
Drew tries to get Mercedes back into the ring but the champion refuses to give the relative newcomer the time of day, storming over to a spot near the announcer's desk! Then Belinda and Jason barely have time to get out of the was as Mercedes is sent head over heels over the announcer's desk, all thanks to a Suicide Dive from Lillith! Drew is forced to restart his count while the crow is going crazy!
Simone: HEY WATCH IT!
Adams: I was THIS CLOSE to having Mercedes in my lap thanks to Lillith!
By the time Drew's count reaches five Lillith retrieves Mercedes from behind the announce desk (and Belinda and Jason return to their seats) and Lillith rolls Mercedes back into the ring before following her in and going for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes gets the shoulder up! Lillith shakes her head before picking up Mercedes only to get her eyes raked.
Adams: There's Mercedes's veteran instincts right there, maybe Lillith should've hit her hard with that dive.
Simone: Jason if Lillith had hit Mercedes any harder she would've landed in the front row and we'd likely be there with her!
Lilith backs off from Mercedes as she reaches for her eyes but the veteran Bombshell is on the relative newcomer almost immediately, grabbing the Las Vegas native in a headlock before taking Lillith down with a Snap Suplex! Mercedes floats over into a pin of her own on Lillith.
ONE!
TWO!
And Lillith gets the shoulder up, Mercedes has some choice words in both English and Spanish for Drew but she promptly returns her attention to Lillith when it becomes clear that arguing with Drew is a fruitless endeavour.
Simone: Mercedes has been a Bombshell since both member of Young Justice were still in school, and yes, that does make me feel old, but she still fell into the trap of arguing with the ref.
Adams: She's always been a proud woman but Mercedes can't underestimate Lillith!
Mercedes turns around but gets met with an Uppercut to the jaw from Lillith, sending the Argentinian Bombshell against the ropes as Drew backs off to give the two women some room, Lillith zeroes in on Mercedes, firing off punches while the veteran Bombshell is against the ropes but before Lillith can fire off a fourth punch Mercedes grabs her by her top and flings Lillith to the outside between the top and middle rope! However Lillith manages to catch herself on the middle rope and uses that to pull herself back onto the apron where she grabs a hold of Mercedes's hair.
Simone: Lillith isn't afraid to use dirty tactics either as Mercedes just found out!
Adams: And that was some quick thinking on her part to use the middle rope to pull herself up!
Mercedes manages to break the hold by hanging Lillith on the top rope and this time? Mercedes leaves nothing to chance, hitting the ropes and sending Lillith flying off the apron with a shotgun dropkick, sending the Las Vegas native straight into the barricade, Mercedes measures up her opponent for another move, this time going for a dive of her own but Lillith ducks out of the way at the last second! Mercedes lands on her feet but Lillith turns around and runs right through Mercedes with a spear!
Simone: That's one way to turn momentum around!
Adams: Might've been better if Lillith had caught Mercedes with the spear as she came down but you can't deny that was effective!
Lillith is still reeling from the impact into the barricade but that doesn't stop her from picking up Mercedes and rolling her back into the ring (beating Drew's count at seven) before Lillith goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes kicks out! Lillith glares at the ref before going for another pin, this time with both legs hooked!
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes still kicks out! Lillith is clearly getting frustrated but she shifts gears by locking in Muta Lock on Mercedes.
Simone: I'm not sure if that Muta Lock was a wise move, it involves arching your back upwards and Lillith was still hurting from that collision with the barricade.
Adams: Hurting or not, she's trying anything she can to keep Mercedes down.
Drew gets into position but even with the pain etched on her face Lillith doesn't give up the fight to Mercedes as she keeps the hold locked in, Mercedes starts a slow deliberate crawl to the ropes, hoping to make Lillith's back hurt more as she goes for the Rope Break but Lillith quickly catches on, changing her hold to an STF! But Lillith's hold isn't as strong on this one as it was the STF and that allows Mercedes to catch her with a roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Lillith kicks out, letting go of the hold in the process.
Simone: Lillith was smart to pivot but it could've cost her the match there!
Adams: You don't outsmart a veteran like Mercedes every day, that's for certain.
Both women get back to their feet and Mercedes manages to score with a Discuss Lariat, she goes for another pin on Lillith.
ONE!
TWO!
And Lillith kicks out! Mercedes picks up Lillith but the newcomer scores with a double knee strike to the chin of Mercedes, knocking Mercedes down but Lillith doesn't capitalize, instead calling for her finisher.
Simone: Wait, is Lillith going for the Storm in my Head?!
Adams: I know her Death Valley Driver has been proven to be effective but her back is in serious pain, can she support Mercedes's weight?
Lilith manages to get Mercedes onto her shoulders for a few seconds but her back gives out, forcing her to drop Mercedes, Mercedes lands on her feet behind Lillith and seeing the opportunity Mercedes nails her with her version of the Burning Hammer.
Simone: BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE! Lillith just got spiked!
Adams: Mercedes has this in the bag, stick a fork in Lillith, she's done!
Lillith bounces off the matt and lands near the ring ropes but Mercedes doesn't bother pulling her to the centre of the ring, instead going for a pin right away.
ONE!
LILLITH STILL HAS THE AWARENESS TO PUT HER FOOT UNDER THE ROPES!
TWO!
BUT DREW DOESN'T SEE IT!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here's your winner, the Bombshell Internet Champion, MERCEDES VARGAS!
Simone: Mercedes is 3-0 since the chamber match but Lillith's foot being under the rope should've stopped the count!
Adams: I think Lillith has a strong argument for a title rematch here, what a match!
Mercedes celebrates her win while Lillith argues with Drew while he checks on her.
The opening piano strokes of "Skeletons" by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn't acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the 2025 Bombshell's blast from the past winner, Frankie! Holliday!Frankie glances a smirk at the crowd before she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies the microphone up to her lips as her music dies out.
Frankie: Now that we have been formally introduced, you to me and me to you, I am here tonight, of course, to gloat about my blast from the past victory. I did what absolutely none of you actually thought I would do, because you didn't know me, you didn't have any frame of reference and as such, you all wrote me off. So in addition to the ability to gloat, I would also like to take this time to accept your apology for doubting me.
Booing ensues.
Frankie: I know, some of you bet on Julianna, didn't you? Some of you bet on Sam Marlowe, a lot of you bet on Mikah. I will even venture to guess that a few of you even put your faith in Dawn Lohan. Boy, I bet you all feel really dumb right now don't you? You didn't see me coming and now, now it's too late to act like you were in my corner. It just sucks for you.
And more booing
Frankie: But let's just cut to the chase, shall we? I am here to change Sin City Wrestling. I know, a lot of you appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, but there comes a time where things must be changed. How much longer do you want to suffer through people like Harper Mason complaining about everything under the sun? How many more nostalgia acts like Mercedes Vargas and Crystal whoever, coming back time and time again because everybody else is stuck in this stupid holding pattern.
Frankie gestures around with her arm and hand, swiping the whole arena.
Frankie: Everything is boring. How many times do we all have to watch as the same few people end up in the same spots. I am here to change these things. The plan has already begun, and things are in motion. I have already changed the dynamic in quite literally 4 matches. And now, thanks to winning this tournament, I have a date, on the Sun princess cruise with perhaps the biggest cog in the wheel in this company, Kayla Richards.
A mixed reaction for the champion.
Frankie: Kayla epitomizes everything that is wrong here. Soon, I will change her, just as I change the landscape here, simultaneously. We all dealt with Kayla as champion for pretty much a year and some change, because no one stepped forward to be the change this place so desperately needed. I will do what everyone else appears to be unable to do, and remove Kayla from the equation, because once the person most responsible for the problem is removed, the true healing and change can finally begin.
A pause. Frankie holds up a finger with a knowing grin.
Frankie: Soon dear people, you will see the change happen, right before your very eyes. You will see a true revolution and evolution of this company. And it will be because of me.
And boos.
Frankie: Boo now, doubt now, but understand this: You doubted me when I first appeared, you doubted me when I made the finals, and you doubt me now. But everything I have said would happen, has happened. Do you really want to be against me again? I can't stop you, but I just want you to think about it. Kayla, I want you to think about it. And at the end of this, when all is said and done, are you going to make the same mistake that everyone else so far has? Will you see what I've been showing this entire time? Will you do what no one else has done until it's too late? The clock is ticking.
Even more booing
Frankie: Soon, change will be here, and this place will be better for it. And you will thank me. You will thank me. You will believe. Trust me.
Frankie tosses the microphone aside, rolls under the rope, and immediately heads back up the entrance way, believing her point was made.
EARLIER TODAY
The screen above the stage fills with a panning shot of the backstage halls of the Broadmoor World Arena and the crowd cheers as the door leading to the parking garage opens and in walks the reigning World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter, followed closely by his husband, Miles Kasey. Both men are pulling their luggage along behind them while Carter has the World Heavyweight title belt securely around his waist. Carter takes Miles's offered arm and the two men chat between themselves as they walk along the hallway.
With the cameras finding their way backstage. Before they could evene see the King, they could hear him. He was not in a good mood. Not even in the least bit.
Guy: Where da heckin' heck is it?!
Finally, he had emerged. Storming down that hall of the building. Looking inside trash cans, under tables as he passed by, and even going as far as popping a door or two open. He was just down right furious. That search for his crown was not going to stop. As he rounded the corner, he found himself bumping into someone with force. Nearly knocking them over.
Guy: Watch it! Your King is walking here!
His attitude is a little on the snobbish side. Different from the usual attitude, but his eyes focused to finally realize he had ran into. That of course being Scott Oliver. Guy's eyes widened the moment that realization set in.
Guy: Huzzah! The funny smelling man. Yew are a snitch correct?!
Scott Oliver: Huh? A snitch?
Guy: Yiiiis. Big snitch. You would do ze tattling if yew were promised some delicious treats, right?!
Scott Oliver: I don't even know what you're talking about. But I do have the munchies right now...
He found himself trailing off in his train of thought for a brief moment. Guy quickly snapping his fingers in his face to bring him back to reality.
Scott Oliver: What do you think I know?
Guy: Yew is in everybody's business. All the time. Yew hang out around here like a hooker on da streets. Who was near King Guy's chambers earlier?
Scott Oliver: Near your chambers?!
Guy: Yiiiiiiiiiis! Yew big dummy. Listen to King Guy. His crown is missing. Someone stole it. They are the worst of the worst kind of person. Deserve to have their head taken off. Guy wants to know who it was!
Scott Oliver: Oh... yeah... that. Nope! Don't know anything at all.
The sound in Scott's voice was a little off. Instantly making Guy give him some shifty eyes. He wasn't buying the story that was being told. Closing the gap between them. His eyes narrowed.
Guy: Do yew want to be the one punished? Huh? Do you want King Guy to take your head loser-boy?!
Scott Oliver: Woah. Let's calm down for a second. I just said I don't know anything.
Guy: Liar! Yew lie to your king. The disrespect! How dare yew!
He found himself grabbing a hold of the tie that Scott had on with his suit. As soon as he grabbed a hold of. The entire tune of Scott changed. He put his hands up and tried to plead his case.
Scott Oliver: Wait! Wait! Okay, I might know something!
Guy: Spill da beans! Spill them right now!
Scott Oliver: I do not know for sure if he is the one that took the crown, but I do know that he was around your chambers during the Roulette Championship match.
Guy: Who?!
Scott Oliver: Artie. I saw Artie hanging out there earlier!
Guy: ... Hmph! Guy should have known!
His grip on Scott's tie was non existent now. Scott just taking one look at the expression Guy was giving and starting to realize that this wasn't a place he wanted to be anymore. Turning and quickly hurrying himself back down the hall where he had come from. A close up shot of the King's face was seen. His expression displaying unhappiness and annoyance all the same. All before the cameras found themselves cutting away.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control: King for a Day edition and our next contest pits two Bombshells who were in the Elimination Chamber Match at Blaze of Glory against each other in singles competition for the first time! It's former World Bombshell Champion Andrea Hernandez against three time former Bombshell Roulette Champion and former Bombshell Tag Team Champion Necra Octavian Kane!
Adams: Both women were on the Into the Void Card but had different outcomes, Necra defeated Candy in a Powderpuff Hardcore Match, yes, seriously, while Andrea failed to reclaim the World Bombshell Championship from Kayla Richards in the first of that night's main events! If Necra wins this then she might just put herself in title contention but Andrea is eager to get back on track after that loss.
Simone: No time to waste, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The house lights go down, as a golden spotlight goes over the crowd. On the tron shots of Egypt are seen, moving across the desert before moving over the pyramids of Giza. The camera moves out to the Valley of the Kings, and stops on a strange looking temple. "Temple of the Black Pharaoh" by Nox Arcana begins to play over the loud speaker as the scene changes and we see a group of people standing before a sarcophagi which holds Necra.
Justin: Introducing first! From the Isle of the Gods in Greece! Please welcome - Necra Octavian KANE!
Her eyes open as the scene changes to matches and title reigns. On the stage mist rolls out and down the ramp way, as the sarcophagi appears out of the floor. The door falls to the floor as Necra steps out and starts down the ramp way and starts toward the ring. She reaches the ring and walks up the steps, and slips through the ropes. She moves to the middle of the ring, and raises her arms, as lighting hits each of the posts. Green flames erupt from each post as she brings her arms down. She removes the heavy headpiece and waits for the match to begin.
Simone: Necra doesn't seem to have lost a step since her return to SCW.
Adams: Same can be said for Andrea though!
Justin: And her opponent!
"Summertime Sadness" hits the venue's soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next.
Justin: From Phoenix, Arizona, ANDREA HERNANDEZ!
Simone: Andrea is looking as focussed as ever and she'll need that focus against Necra!
Adams: Especially if she has any further designs on getting the World Bombshell Title back!
Dawn Barnes, the most recent addition to SCW's referee core, goes over the rules with both women and once they nod to confirm that they understand Dawn calls for the bell.
Simone: For many this would be a inter-generational dream match! Necra was nearly unstoppable during SCW's early years while Andrea is one of the late stage stars who have emerged in recent years!
Adams: Guess it's time we found out which generation is better!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Andrea and Necra circle around each other for a couple of seconds before they lock up in the middle of the ring, the height difference between the two women is immediately apparent as Necra is towering over Andrea but the former World Bombshell Champion isn't letting that stop her even as Necra backs Andrea into a corner! Dawn forces the break and Necra backs up before causing Andrea to drop to the bottom rung of the corner with a clothesline.
Simone: Necra is one of our tallest bombshells at 5ft 11 while Andrea is one of our shortest at 5ft 4, Necra will be looking to use her height to her advantage.
Adams: Don't forget, Andrea has speed and agility on her side.
Necra follows that up by choking Andrea with her foot and Dawn is once again forced to apply the five count before Necra backs off, Andrea uses the ring ropes to pull herself back up to her feet and upon seeing this Necra charges in for another clothesline but instead gets Andrea's boot to her face courtesy of a Busaiku Knee Strike! Andrea goes for the first pin of the match as Dawn gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Necra kicks out!
Simone: Andrea just showed what she has to do win though, use her speed and hit and run tactics.
Adams: But Necra has been around in SCW longer so it's safe to say that she's got a trick or two up her sleeves.
Andrea is the first to get to her feet and she heads to the top rope, looking to execute a high flying move on the Greek Bombshell but when Necra gets back to her feet moments later Andrea changes plans before going for a top rope Tornado DDT! However Necra catches her before hanging Andrea stomach first across the top rope! Necra that follows that up with a running boot to the head, sending Andrea flying of the apron and landing near the announce desk.
Simone: Hopefully we won't have a bombshell nearly crash into us for the second match in a row!
Adams: Seriously!
Necra steps out onto the outside and lays in a good couple of stomps on Andrea until she starts removing the protective covering from the announce table before going to Powerbomb Andrea through it! However Andrea lands some punches on Necra and manages to get free, landing on the announce table before hitting a running/jumping clothesline on Necra! Upon hearing Dawn's count reach nine though? Andrea rolls in and out of the ring before heading up the nearest turnbuckle,
Simone: And now we've nearly had Andrea slammed through our table by Necra!
Adams: I hope we get hazard pay for this!
It isn't long before we learn what Andrea has in mind as she hits a corkscrew moonsault on Necra! But she can't go for a pin right away because this isn't a Falls Count Anywhere Match so she picks Necra up, rolls her back into the ring and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Necra kicks out! Andrea heads to he top rope again and waits for Necra to get up, when Necra does Andrea goes for a Hurricanrana but Necra counters into a Powerbomb! Necra goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Andrea kicks out! But Necra then flips Andrea onto her stomach before locking in an STF.
Simone: Necra's always been a powerful wrestler but she is a submission specialist as well.
Adams: And Andrea's finding that out the hard way!
Dawn gets into position to ask Andrea if she wants to quit but the former champion refuses to give up as she starts crawling her way over to the ring ropes, Necra tries to fight it by cranking up the pressure but it isn't enough as Andrea reaches the bottom rope and breaks the hold! Necra drags Andrea back to the centre of the ring and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Andrea kicks out! Necra goes back to her feet first and calls for her finisher while making the cutthroat motion with her throat.
Simone: Necra's calling for the Crook and Flail!
Adams: If she hits this, it's over!
Necra goes for the Cutthroat Neckbreaker but Andrea counters that with a backslide, rolls through it and connects with a Sitout Facebuster! Sensing an opportunity to end it Andrea heads to the top rope and hits the Phoenix Splash!
Simone: Rise of the Phoenix!
Adams: Stick a fork in Necra, she's done!
Andrea goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here's your winner, Andrea Hernandez!
Simone: Andrea gets the win and is back on track!
Adams: It'll be a slow build back to the top but she's been there before, and a tough break for Necra too.
Andrea celebrates her win while Drew checks on Necra.
LIVE! 07/20/2025! Aboard the Princess Cruises! It's...
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Cassie Wolfe watching the end of the tag match between Young Justice and Diamond Caldwell and Seleana Zdunich, pausing the footage right after Cassie hot the pin on Diamond following the Ode To Team Hero.
Cassie: So Seleana? Do you get my message now?
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: The Queen for a Day Match didn't resolve shit between us, we only lost to Alexandra after she climbed the ladder and claimed he crown and she had her time in the spotlight last week.
Cassie lets out a sigh.
Cassie: At least King Guy ignored me this week.
Cassie mutters before she gets back on track.
Cassie: Sel? I hope you're listening, because I want to move on from this shit! Summer XXXTReme is right around the corner, that show will mark exactly one year since I signed my first SCW Contract! And for those wondering? I renewed that thing right before the Viking Era Tour commenced.
Cassie grins.
Cassie: With a bit of a payboost! Having a veteran manager negotiate your contract with you for the win!
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: Anyway, as I was saying? I want you in a match at Summer XXXTReme Seleana, no gimmicks, no outside interference and I swear to god if they add us to the Ultimate X Match I'll probably scream!
Cassie lets out a deep breath.
Cassie: I mean yeah, a title shot would be nice but my point still stands! I'll be waiting for your answer next week Sel.
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia…. Alica Lukas.
I still wear this crown" By Kittie hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie
Justin: and her opponent… hailing from Foshan, China…. Song…
Song's theme starts to play we see Song walking down the ramp. She gets half way down and pauses. Song bows and then proceeds to walk to ringside. Song jumps and lands on the apron. Song puts her hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans Boo with a few cheers and we see Song bowing to the fans.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Lukas and Song give each other a respect nod, as they then circle the ring before slowly inching in and then lock up in centre of the ring and jockey for position with neither getting the upper hand right away, but Lukas sees this and breaks and grabs Song into a headlock, where she cranks on her head and even drops to a knee briefly to put pressure on. She rises back up, as Song hunts for a way out as Lukas cranks on her head, but Song places a foot to the back of Lukas' knee and begins to push and forces Lukas down to the mat and Song breaks and counters into a headlock of her own.
Simone: Show of respect with a nod, but no handshake, as they circle the ring and then move in and lock up and battle for position, which Lukas eventually gets their and breaks and grabs Song and locks in an a headlock.
Adams: Lukas works on Song, as she cranks and drops to a knee. As Song looks for a way out and she places a foot against the back of Lukas's knee and pushes and forces her down and quickly counters.
Song goes to a single knee, while Lukas has to stay on her knees as she now looks to for a way out of the move, as she grabs at Song's hands, as she pushes herself to her feet, which forces Song up and Lukas breaks the headlock and counters into a wrist lock, which she cranks on Song's wrist, as Song grimaces in discomfort as she thinks about a way out of the move, but Lukas tweaks on Song's wrist.
Simone: Song now focuses on Lukas and the headlock, as Lukas hunts for a way out as she gets to her feet and forces Song to follow and she breaks the headlock and counters once more into a wrist lock this time.
Song briefly drops to a knee as she seeks a way out, before she twists around and then counters into a wrist lock of her own, but its only brief as Lukas counters and she breaks Song's grip before dragging her in for a headlock and then takes her down to the mat. Once on the mat, Lukas puts extra pressure on Song's head and neck, as Song get a leg up and across Lukas' forehead, but Lukas shakes it off as the ref moves in and checks for any possible pins.
Adams: Song drops a knee and she looks for a way out and she does, but Lukas counters and grabs Song into a headlock again and this time takes her down to the mat. Song looks to get a leg up, but Lukas shakes it off.
Lukas continues to work on the headlock, as Song tries again and gets one leg up and round Lukas' head, which forces Lukas to release her grip and give Song the changes to fully lock in the headscissors, which leaves Lukas to figure a way out of the move. Song squeezes a little tighter, as Lukas begins to swing her legs side to side before getting to her knees and then slide out of the headscissors. Lukas smirks before taking a few steps back, as Song looks at her and shakes her head before making her way to feet, as they back off and circle the ring once more.
Simone: Song tries again with getting her leg up and around Lukas' head and this time it works and forces Lukas to break and Song locks in a headscissors.
Adams: Song squeezes the headscissors, as Lukas takes her time to figure out her next move and she begins to swing her hips and then gets to her knees and easily slides out from the headscissors.
They move in and lock up, where Lukas quickly breaks and grabs Song's arm and then wrist and Song quickly flips herself onto her back and then kips up, which affects Lukas' grip and Song counters with a wrist lock of her own and tweaks on her wrist and Song fires in some kicks to Lukas' thigh, which Lukas tries to shy away from the kicks but Song doesn't allow her to move away and fires in some more kicks before hitting an arm drag.
Simone: Lukas takes a step back and Song shakes her head, as she makes her way back to feet, where she they circle and move in and lock up, but it's brief as Lukas breaks and grabs Song's arm but Song quickly seeks a way out and she counters before firing in kicks to Lukas' thigh.
Adams: Some of those kicks are vicious.
Song makes her way to feet, as she turns to see Lukas getting back to her feet and turns and slightly limps towards Song and Song approaches and leaps up with a running dropkick and drops Lukas to the mat. Lukas makes her way back to her feet and Song who has got back to her feet approaches Lukas and grabs her hand and Irish whips her into the ropes, where Lukas bounces off them and comes back at Song, who wildly swings at Lukas but Lukas ducks and bounces off the ropes and as Song turns Lukas catches Song with a shoulder block and sends her down to the mat.
Simone: Song follows up from the arm drag a running dropkick, where it drops Lukas. Lukas makes her way back to her feet as does Song, and Song Irish whips Lukas into the ropes.
Adams: Lukas bounces off the ropes and dodges the wild swing from Song and Lukas bounces off the ropes and hits a shoulder block.
Lukas turns and bounces off the ropes and Song flattens herself and Lukas leaps over Song, before Song makes her way to her feet and Lukas bounces off the ropes and as Song turns, Lukas hits a spear into Song.
Song holds her torso, as Lukas hooks her leg and goes for a cover…
Simone: Lukas with a spear.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout…
Song kicks out, but Lukas shrugs as she wasn't expecting to win that way, as she makes her way to her feet, where she grabs Song and pulls her up and lifts her onto her shoulders, but Song quickly begins to wriggle on Lukas' shoulder before sliding off and Song grabs Lukas and spins her around and Lukas fires in a forearm shot that rocks Song. Song stumbles back, but Lukas reaches out and grabs Song's hand and drags her into with a short arm lariet.
Adams: Song kicks out, but Lukas isn't too annoyed, as she makes her way to her feet and grabs Song and drags her up and lifts her onto her shoulder as she looks to finish Song, but Song slides off Lukas' shoulder and she spins around and Lukas fires in forearm shot.
Simone: Song is rocked, as Lukas grabs Song's hand and hits a short arm lariet.
Song lays on the mat stunned, as Lukas grabs Song by the hair and pulls her up into a seated position, where she hits a penalty kick to Song's spine. Song arches her back in pain as Lukas smirks and then gets into Song's face and pushes and slaps her before grabbing Song by the hair and drags her up and then throws her into a corner and Lukas charges in with a splash before turning and follows up with a series of muay Thai kicks and punches, which Song tries her best to cover up from.
Adams: Song doesn't know where she is, as Lukas then plays with Song a little bit as she kicks her and then pushes and slaps her before sending her into the corner and fires in some Muay Thai moves.
Lukas takes a step backwards and goes to boot Song in the stomach, but Song grabs Lukas' foot and then hits a dragon screw. Lukas rolls away holding her leg, as Song makes her way to feet, as she takes a moment before moving to Lukas, where she leaps up and hits a standing moonsault.
Simone: Lukas takes a step back and goes to boot Song in the stomach, but Song catches her foot and hits a dragon screw. Then tops it off with a standing moonsault.
Song then adjusts her position and grabs Lukas and proceeds to go for the Ninja death Grip (Tongan death grip). Lukas kicks her legs about and grabs at Song's hand, as she looks for a way out before bringing a knee up and catches Song in the temple. Song doesn't release and Lukas does it again with more force a few more times and Song releases and rolls away.
Adams: Song grabs Lukas and goes for a choke hold submission, which Lukas struggles but quickly finds a way out with knee shots to Song's temple.
Lukas coughs as she grabs at her own neck, as she sits up and continue to cough, as Song shakes off the knee shots and moves to the ropes and pulls herself up. She moves to Lukas, where she grabs her and pulls her up and Lukas shoves Song back and she fires in spinning back fist, which rocks Song and Lukas grabs Song hands drags her close and drives a knee up into Song's face.
Adams: Lukas somehow escapes the submission hold with knee shots and they make their way to their feet, where Lukas begins to fight back.
Lukas doesn't allow song to drop and instead she grabs her close and lifts her up onto her shoulder and hits The Georgia Drop (The GTS).
She then goes for a pin…
Simone: Song can't do anything and Lukas hits the GTS and into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner if this match via pinfall… Alica Lukas.
Lukas music hits over the p.a, where she rolls off Song and makes her way to feet, where she continues to cough and rub her neck, as the ref raises her arm in victory.
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Helluva Bottom Carter (c) vs J2H
Jonathon Young's cover of "New Divide" by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Simone: Harper had quite an eventful show last week because on top of picking up the win with Cassie against Seleana and Diamond she went on to cost Victoria Lyons the Street Fight against Frankie Holiday in the Main Event.
Adams: Those two have been at each other's throat since the start of the Viking Era Tour and now she's made it clear that isn't done with Victoria.
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees, she stands up and takes a mic from a stage hand while Josh takes his own.
Harper: Victoria, Queenie, Goddess, god, you're earning more names than Crystal Zdunich at this rate!
The crowd laughs at Harper's joke.
Harper: Did you really think it was going to end just because you won the Queen's Gambit Match? Like I said last week, you pinned Song, not me! And in none of our encounters to date have you pinned me once!
Harper holds up a finger to illustrate her point.
Harper: Granted our first match was a Last Bombshell Standing Match so it's up in the air as to whether that counts, but I went into the crowd last week for one reason: to get your attention and insure that you haven't forgotten about me!
Before anything else could be said "The Phoenix" by Fall Out blasts all across the speakers as Kate Steele along with her sister Phoebe "Sapphire" Steele emerge from the back. Kate is all smiles as she walks her way out. She admires her looks in a pocket mirror as she slowly closes it and asks for a microphone.
Kate: Well all we seem to be hearing every single week is queenie this, and queenie that. In reality what needs to be happening is that I get my proper respect. I return with a win over Bea and I prove to everybody that I am the most BEAUTIFUL thing in all of wrestling, and the only thing that would complete the look is to wipe the smile off of a faux Queen's face and to emerge as a future Roulette Champion!
Harper: Okay, first off, my dogs could beat Bea in a fight, that's hardly something to brag about!
Harper quickly shakes her head.
Harper: YES I KNOW SHE BEAT ME IN MY SECOND MATCH! Need I remind you that Bea cheated to win that match?!
Joshua: Ignore that, that match is still a sore spot for her.
Harper: Gee. you think?
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: Look Kate, I heard you try to state your claim to a Roulette Title Match after your return match last week, but I've been beefing with Victoria for what? Two months now? Get in line!
Sapphire rolls her eyes.
Sapphire: No disrespect and how many have thrown themselves at Victoria in trying to beat her?! She has been a champion for far too long and it's time for somebody new to try her hand.
Kate smirks.
Kate: Somebody who returned with a big win and somebody who has risen to the top of the Roulette division twice, same with the Internet division, and once in the Mixed Tag Team division. Little girl you need to just go away. Your cousin and I go way back. I respect her but I won't say the same thing for you. So get out of my way and let the grown-ups speak. I want Victoria and I want to humiliate her in front of the entire world!
Harper: Okay, first off? I've never even challenged for the Mixed Tag Titles! Trust me, I think I'd remember going against the Wolves of…………………however you pronounce that word.
Joshua: Gheimhridh.
Harper: Yeah that! And as for Jessie? Bitch, you may respect her but she sure as hell doesn't respect you!
Harper then turns to Sapphire.
Harper: And on that matter? Who the hell are you? Doesn't your family have enough branches in their tree as it is,
Harper doesn't let Sapphire speak.
Harper: Do me a favor Kate and don't condescend me! I've been a Bombshell for just under two years by this point, while you were away from here? I've been here, grinding away, making a name for myself, you just come and go wherever the fuck you want, at least i can say that I've been in the ring with Victoria, at least I can say that I did more than beat the literal bottom of the Bombshell Totem Pole in my return match, at least I can say that I did more than just say mean things about the champ because unlike you?
Harper goes up to the ring ropes.
Harper: I care enough to stick around far longer than a fucking cup of tea and coax on the fact that I was the third wheel in the Metal and Punk Connection!
Kate just rolls her eyes as she looks back at Harper.
Kate: You do NOT get to speak to me like that, I am the most GORGEOUS woman in all of wrestling. I am the walking definition of BEAUTIFICATION and you do not get to talk to me like you are above or on the same level as me.
Sapphire: Truth is Kath-Lyn is LEVELS above you Harper, and instead of standing here and talking perhaps the two of you just need to have a match and call it a day. This division has been irrelevant without Kath-Lyn around, and she plans to make it interesting again. For she is the SHINING STAR, THE SPARKLING SENSATION, THE CONQUEROR OF CATCH WRESTLING, THE SORCERESS OF SUBMISSIONS, and THE HEROINE OF HIGH FLYING.
Kate: Yes nicknames upon nicknames, I am just about anything but one of the most important is being the BOMBSHELL of BEAUTY, and it's only a matter of time before you worship the ground I walk on just like Bea is.
Harper: Really? Most beautiful? Bitch, you're BARELY an eight and yet another blonde an industry flooded with them!
Harper scoffs as she looks at the British Bombshell.
Harper: And all those nicknames huh? "The Shining Star", "The Sparkling Sensation" "The Conqueror of Catch Wrestling" "The Sorceress of Submissions" "The Heroine of High Flying" "The Bitchy British Brat" "The One Veteran Bombshell who's title reigns NO ONE remembers" "The Compensator for Lack of Talent or Memorability" "The Woman With More Plastic in her than The Seven Seas."
Simone: I'm pretty sure Harper made a few of those up.
Adams: You think?!
Harper: Me? I ONLY NEED ONE NICKNAME TO TELL THE WORLD WHAT I'M ABOUT! I am "The Slaytanic Avenger" Harper Mason and I will stretch you the fuck out! I will kick your head into the cheap seats and bitch? High flying isn't even my primary style but I can still fly better than you ever could, even in your prime!
Harper grins.
Harper: So go on, give me a reason why you should get next dibs at a woman who made winning Queen for a Day her whole personality because frankly? I could wait all fucking night!
Sapphire quickly gets in Harper's face
Sapphire: Watch how you speak to my sister. She is a legend, a pop star icon, and unless you want her to wrestle circles around you I would watch my tongue.
Kate pushes her little sibling aside as she gets in Harper's face.
Kate: Because it's time for people to see something new instead of the same old played out track. I am on the path to being a Hall of Famer and this is but one stop in my path. By all means if you want to try me, let's do this.
Harper: Something new? Isn't this the hundredth time you returned to SCW following your debut?
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: It's funny how someone who has been part of the SCW family for over a decade, give or take, calls me, someone who is not even old enough to drink yet and can still wrestle circles around most of the roster, played out! What does that make you? A broken record that insists on being played?
Harper lowers her mic to look straight into Kate's eyes.
Harper: And ass for that match? I don't care if it's a singles contest next week or even at the Ultimate X Match at Summer XXXTreme, you're on bitch!
Harper drops the mic and her theme music plays before she and Josh make their leave.
Simone: Between Victoria and Kate, Harper seems to be picking up enemies by the handful lately.
Adams: If nothing else she's showing a lot of backbone and confidence.
It was time for the next match of the night. That much was clear with the cameras finding themselves right back at the ringside area. "Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers—opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who's coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops—
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down.
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: "So you can throw me to the wolves…"
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
Justin: The following contest is going to be a boxing match consisting of three rounds. A winner will be determine donly by TKO, KO, or by unamious decision. Introducing first at this time. From Manchester, United Kingdom. Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... MILES KASEY
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy.
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto the stage, ready. As the cameras cut to the commentary booth, they happen to catch as the new Roulette Champion: Guy was taking a seat next to Jason.
Guy: Huzzah! Your King is here for commentary!
Adams: Nope. No. No way. We're not doing this again.
Simone: Hey there Guy! Welcome to the team!
Adams: Do not embrace it Belinda! Tell him to get lost!
Guy: This is Guy's show loser. You get lost, kekekekeke!
Back inside the ring Miles was slipping on the gloves that were being handed to him. 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: And now introducing his opponent. From Middelton, United Kingdom. Residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... 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 Miles, who stands waiting in the ring.
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.
Simone: Guy. Can I ask you a question?
Guy: It's King Guy, but Yiiiis.
Simone: Why did you make this match?
Guy: Why not?
Adams: You pitted family against each other. Two brothers in an actual boxing match.
Guy: Yeah, so?
Simone: You don't feel like it's a little wrong?
Guy: Nope. King Guy wants to see blood! He wants to see violence. He wants to see a knockout. Let it happen!
DING DING DING!
Drew stepped back from the middle of the ring after he called for the bell. Miles and LJ finding themselves coming out of their respective corners. Circling around each other keeping their hands out in front of them with the boxing gloves on. For a second it seemed like the two of them were a little hesitant to engage in a fight.
Guy: Throw hands!
Adams: Shut up, you idiot. You really think these two want to fight each other?!
Guy: Uh yiiiis? That's what your King has called for!
Simone: No so easy when they're brothers. I just want to point that out.
Guy: Pfffffffffft! Siblings fight all the time!
Miles was the first one to act. Throwing a jab right towards LJ, but he dodged it by swaying to the right just a little. LJ just looked at Miles as he backed up a little bit to keep the separation amongst them. Starting to see how this might have to go after all. Circling back around each other. LJ shuffled inward a bit, throwing a jab towards the gut, but Miles brought both hands down to protect himself. Blocking the punch just before he could connect.
Yet as soon as both hands came down to block that punch. LJ was quick to bring his fist up and catch Miles right under the chin with an uppercut. That punch not only caught the other Kasey by surprise but it had just enough force on it to knock Miles off his feet and put him down on his backside. LJ backing up as Drew stepped in to start counting. Miles sat there looking at his younger brother hearing the count.
ONE!
Simone: I am surprised by that uppercut! I didn't see it coming.
TWO!
Guy: Neither did Miles. Hu
ah! Zigger!THREE!
Adams: I can't. I can't do this the entire time. Why are you even out here?!
Right at the three count. Miles got up to his feet and nodded his head at his brother. It was clear they were going to have to fight. That's what it was coming down to. Circling around once again. Getting a feel for each other. LJ tried to keep the pressure on. As he stepped up with a jab. Miles ducked under it. Coming around with a left hook into LJ's ribcage. LJ stumbled back feeling that punch. With Miles then catching him with a right handed jab. That second punch landed directly to the nose of the younger brother. LJ brought his hands up over his nose as he glared at his brother.
Those eyes were a bit watery. Clearly that jab to the nose doing a lot more damage than thought. Miles brought his hands up and waved his brother to come on. To keep himself into the fight. LJ shuffled his feet forward and swung with a right hook of his own. Miles ducked under it. To come up with a left hook to the jaw and then a left uppercut to LJ sending the younger brother stumbling back against the ropes almost falling. Drew stepped in to stop the fight long enough for LJ to get off the ropes. Once he was off them. Drew stepped back some. LJ started to glare a little harder.
Adams: It looks like LJ is starting to upset here a little bit.
Guy: Yiiiis! Yiiiis! Let the hate fuel yew, young padawan!
Simone: Oh Guy. Don't be silly. There is no hate among them. Just looks like LJ is sick of getting bullied in there a bit. Maybe his boxing isn't where it needs to be.
Guy: Hush! There will be hate. King Guy is calling for it!
LJ was starting to fight off of emotion a bit. Throwing a right hand, but Miles slapped it out of the way. LJ then tried a left body shot, but Miles jumped back avoiding it. Frustration setting in a little more with LJ going for another uppercut, but as he was throwing it. Miles clobbered him with a right hook to the jaw. LJ fell face first towards the mat, but managed to put his hands out in front of him to break the fall. For a second LJ sat there, spitting a little bit of blood onto the match, and listened to Drew's count.
ONE!
Guy: Kekekeeke! This isn't grand isn't it? Not as grand as Guy winning the Roulette Championship tonight but pretty grand!
TWO!
Adams: A championship you cheated to win?!
THREE!
Guy: Don't make King Guy order your head to be taken off by his minions. Yew watch your tongue about your majesty!
FOUR!
Simone: Let's focus on the boxing match gentlemen! I don't know if I would call it grand. I don't like seeing family fight like this, but it's what has been called for.
Before Drew could get to five. LJ slapped his hands against the mat and proceeded to stand himself up. Getting his hands back out in front of him. Miles watched as LJ started to circle around him again. Forcing him to follow along. LJ moved forward like he was going to throw a punch causing Miles to lunge forward with his own, but with the fake out. Miles missed wildy as LJ stepped back and lined his older brother up for a wicked right hook to the side of his head. Miles nearly falling over as the bell was heard.
DINNNNNNNNNNNG!
Justin: The is the end of round one.
Drew instructed both Miles and LJ to take a step back to their corners. With them sitting down. LJ pulled his mouth piece out and spit down on the mat agan. Getting the rest of that blood out of his mouth. Looking up to look across the ring where Miles was sitting. His older brother just rolling his neck back and forth trying to keep himself loose.
Adams: Who do you think had round one here, Belinda?
Simone: I don't know much about boxing myself as far as how to score things, but based on what I saw. I think that round would have gone to Miles.
Guy: Indeed! He was being a very good minion. Come prepared with the hands and the violence Guy wants to see!
Simone: But I think LJ has an idea for how Miles is doing things. He was catching on there at the end of that round.
Adams: We're going to have to see some excellent boxing out of LJ in this next round to have things even itself out.
DINNNNNNNNNG!
There went the bell to start round two. Drew waving both men to get to their feet and thats exactly what they did. Coming to the center of the ring Miles put his gloves out in a sign of respect for his brother. LJ agreeing as the two of them touched gloves. Then taking a couple of steps backwards. Miles being the older of the two. He made it clear he was going to keep trying to control the pace. Shifting to the right to force LJ to follow along. Trying to bait LJ into making a mistake.
LJ staying on his toes. So much in fact the very second Miles came out of nowhere with the first jab. He was ready and leaned way back to avoid it. Miles tried to keep the pressure on coming forward with a left. LJ ducking right under it. Throwing a quick right jab directly to the chin of Miles forcing the man to back up a little bit. Miles having his gloves cover his mouth a bit. Making it more than clear he felt that punch. LJ bouncing back and forth keeping himself light on his feet.
After taking that moment to collect himself. Miles was right back in the fight. Starting to add a little pressure. Closing in on LJ to make him feel it, but LJ kept keeping the distance between them when Miles closed the gap. Keeping his eyes peeled for anything that might be coming his way. Sure enough Miles caught him with a surprise body got. Dead in the gut as LJ gasped and took a couple of steps back.
Guy: Kekekekee! That look like it hurt!
Simone: A shot directly to the gut. I am sure it at the very least knocked the wind out of LJ.
Adams: I tell you what. I know Miles is the king of the sky. Very much a man about speed and quickness too. Didn't have him for the type to be skilled in boxing though.
Guy: Never mention King and Miles Kasey in the same sentence again. That's just foolish and disrespectful as da heck to King Guy!
LJ remained doubled over for the second. Miles keeping the distance between the two as a way to allow LJ time to recover from that shot. It wasn't long before LJ had himself standing back in an upright position. Putting his hands back up in front of his face to show that he was ready. Miles tried to put the pressure on. Landing a couple of quick body shots. Causing LJ to back up a little.
However the very second Miles tried to sneak in an uppercut. LJ leaned back and avoided the contact to the jaw. Miles was in a bad position from that missed punch as he didn't have time to recover before LJ hit him with a jab to the jaw. Then another jab to the jaw. Going low with a left hook to the ribs causing Miles to hunch hover. On his way to down to double over LJ landed a nasty uppercut. Causing Miles' eyes to roll back as he hit the mat with a thud. Drew quickly checking on him while making the ten count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Adams: Oh man! LJ might have landed the knockout blow!
Simone: If that's the case. We won't be seeing the third round.
Guy: Yiiiiiiiis! Yiiiiiiiiiiiis! Who doesn't love a knockout?!
FIVE!
SIX!
Drew was closer to seven by the time Miles had gone from his back to a seated position and then rolling over to his knees to finish standing up. The crowd showing a lot of love for Miles as he was able to get back up. That's what they wanted to see. Miles shaking his head a bit. A sign that he had gotten his bell rung, but nevertheless he looked right back up at his younger brother. Something about his eyes let it be known he was willing to keep going. The very second that Miles stepped forward though. LJ swung and busted the older Kasey right on the chin with a right hook. He crumbled to the mat right away in the fetal position as the crowd gasped.
Guy: HA! He didn't see that coming!
Simone: I don't even think Miles was even truly ready to go there. Kind of a cheap shot by LJ if you think about it.
Adams: No, I don't agree with that logic at all. I don't think it was a cheap shot. I just don't think Miles knew what he was getting himself into standing back up. LJ is not holding back here.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
.SEVEN!
As the eight count was about to come out of his lips. Miles was somehow able to get back to his feet. However with him standing up. He instantly fell backwards and fell into the ropes. Drew grabbing a hold of him to prevent him from falling out of the ring. There was a bit of a glazed over look in Miles' eyes. Thankfully for him at that moment the bell sounded to end the second round.
DIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Justin: That concludes the second round. We will give both boxers a one minute break to collect themselves before the third and final round.
LJ wasted no time at all backing to his corner and taking a seat. Miles on the other hand had to be helped to his corner by Drew. It was not looking good for the elder Kasey. Taking his seat finally as he reached down and grabbed his water bottle. Untwisting it and pouring it over his head trying to make that hazy feeling in his head go away and get himself back into this fight.
Adams: I think allowing them to have a full minute before this final round isn't enough time. At least not for Miles.
Guy: Womp womp!
Simone: You are in rare form tonight huh Guy? There's just something about this attitude lately.
Adams: See? See?! Now you're finally starting to get me.
Guy: Womp womp again?!
The lack of respect in this moment was kind of showing with the new Roulette Champion. Back inside the ring Miles was finally starting to look a little better. Taking those gloves and tapping his own jaw with some force. LJ kept his gaze on his older brother. He had to be feeling like he was closing in on the win with how the previous round had just gone. That's when the bell sounded.
DIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGG!
LJ and Miles both hopped to their feet. This third and final round officially underway. The two of them meeting each other in the center of the ring. There was a little bit of an intense stare down between the two for just a second. Before Miles stepped back and then caught LJ by surprise with a jab. LJ stumbled back some, but wasn't going to be outdone by any means. Throwing his own punch and connecting with the ribs of his older brother. Creating a small space between them.
Miles held his cut for a moment. LJ closing the gap between them with another punch. Hitting Miles in the chin and then another punch that connected with the side of his temple. That second punch had Miles on wobbly legs. They almost gave out from under him as he stumbled backwards a little more. LJ kept the pressure on with his brother. Landing a straight shot to the gut. Miles dropped to his knees in the middle of the ring as Drew got between the two and made LJ step back so he could count,
Simone: That was nasty looking. I think I heard his ribs crunching!
ONE!
Adams: LJ has got Miles right where he wants him. Even if he stands up after this. Miles doesn't have much left in the tank.
TWO!
Guy: Don't be a loser, Miles. Get back up. Get back up and fight!
THREE!
Adams: Why don't you box somebody then Guy? You want to tell someone to keep fighting like its so easy.
FOUR!
Guy: Pfft. King Guy makes Mike Tyson in his prime look weak as heck!
FIVE!
Simone: I somehow do not believe that at all. I like you, Guy. But Mike Tyson in his prime? That's too far.
SIX!
Guy: Pfffft!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
It was cutting it close, but Miles was able to get himself back to his feet just before the nine count. His face said everything though. He was in pain and a lot of it. LJ taking notice of it. This was keeping him at bay for the time being. Miles limping towards his brother favoring his ribs, but because he was coming at him. LJ felt like he had no choice. He threw a jab and Miles jabbed it with a slight head lean to the right. LJ threw another jab but Miles ducked it with a slight head lean to the left.
Followed up with Miles landing a couple of quick body shots to his younger brother. It was putting the pressure on as LJ tried to cover up. Another little combo to the ribs but when LJ went to protect himself again. Miles caught him by surprise with an uppercut. LJ stumbling way back but managed to keep himself on his feet. LJ then coming back to try and cut Miles off. Landing a left hook and then a right jab to Miles face and chin. Stunning the older Kasey for just a second.
Guy: Das it! Das it! Punch him harder! Down with the Miles Kasey!
Simone: What is your deal with Miles all of the sudden?
Guy: He brokeded King Guy fren's ankle. He never forgave dat!
Adams: That was over a year ago?! Closer to two years ago! Let it go!
Guy: Nevaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Miles cracked his neck a little bit before bringing his hands up. Throwing a left punch and connecting at the same time his brother was connecting with a right shot to the body. This time almost both of them went down, but they created space to make sure that didn't happen. LJ using the gloves to wipe sweat out of his eye before motioning with his hands for Miles to keep coming his way.
Taking that as a challenge. Miles did just that. He swung and connected with a right hook to the mouth of LJ. It sent the young Kasey falling way back. His back hit the corner from the sheer force of that punch, but he pushed himself right out of the corner. Not wanting to feel trapped and damn sure not wanting to go down. LJ threw a wild punch of his own.
Miles ducked out of the way at the last second. LJ stumbling forward from the miss. As his other brother came around with a nasty left hook to LJ's jaw. His head snapping to the side as he looked like he was about to go down. Stumbling forward again. Not even giving him a chance to fall. Miles landed another hook this time to the right side of LJ's head. His eyes rolled back with his head snapping and then hit the mat with a thud.
Adams: Damn! He might be out cold!
Simone: Miles was really swinging for the fences right then!
Guy: It wasn't that impressive. Calm down minions!
Drew was right there to check on LJ. His eyes were closed and he could be heard snoring. Right away Drew started to call for the bell and this fight to come to an end with the younger Kasey seemingly unconscious.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, MIIIILLLLEEESSSS KAAASSSEEEYYY!
As soon as he was announced as the winner. Miles started to rip off the gloves he had on. Tossing them down in the corner and then finding himself rushing to his brother's side. By then Drew had LJ a little more alert than he was. He was trying to sit up on his own having trouble. Miles reached down and helped get his younger brother into a sitting position.
Simone: Thank goodness. This is all over with.
Guy: Yew want your King to restart the round?!
Adams: That's not what she said at all!
Simone: No. I think we have seen enough brother on brother violence for the night.
Guy: Pffft! King Guy is only kidding. Jeebus! Relllllllla
XXX! Gahhh.Adams: Go on. Get out of here. You served your purpose.
Guy: YoU sErVeD yOuR pUrPoSe! Shut up doo-doo head!
The tension between Jason and Guy could be felt. With the new Roulette Champion taking the head set off and starting to walk away from the commentary table. Back inside the ring LJ was starting to look around a little bit. Talking with Miles despite it being hard to make out what was being said. That's when Miles grabbed a hold of his brother's arm and helped pull him to his feet. Lifting his hand into the air for the crowd as a sign of respect. Cheers being thrown at them by the crowd just as the cameras found themselves cutting away from the ring.
WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
"Dreamkiller" Kayla Richards (c) vs Frankie Holliday
We cut to the backstage area sometime after Harper's in ring back and forth with Kate Steele where we find the young Bombshell chatting with her manager Joshua Acquin.
Joshua: You really got under Kate's skin earlier.
Harper: You know as well as I do that she and Jessie go way back, I had heard all the stories about Kate from Jessie so I guess some of that came naturally.
Joshua: Yet you still didn't have that confrontation with Victoria that we were expecting.
Harper: She was booked as part of Guy's King for a Day Matches tonight, she's bound to be around here somewhere.
Joshua spots someone approaching them.
Joshua: Speak of the devil.
Sure enough Victoria emerges from camera left with a smirk on her face.
Victoria: Well didn't the two of you make me feel like the prettiest girl at prom out there. The two of you fighting over me. I must say I'm honored.
Harper turns her attention to Victoria and smirks as she folds her arms.
Harper: What can I say? That……………
Harper points to the Bombshell Roulette Title over Victoria's shoulder.
Harper: Painted a target on your back on day one, never mind day whatever number your reign is one.
Harper smirls.
Harper: So, what's it like tasting defeat in a main event because someone else decided to stick their nose in? Because that's how I felt after you and Vincent showed up during my match with Kayla in the last cycle.
Victoria: You're sounding a lot like Jayden Harris. If you want to go that route, you need to watch what happens to him and his sister tonight. Because my brother and I intend to send a message to the Harris family and everybody else who wants to cross The Lyons Twins. Maybe you should watch tonight and decide if this is what you really want Harper.
Harper's eyes narrow.
Harper: You're really going to stand here and ask what I really want?
Harper doesn't wait for an answer, instead nodding towards the Bombshell Roulette Title.
Harper: I want to be the one who finally ends your reign, I want that recognition, I want my name in the record books.
Harper steps forward and gets in the taller woman's face.
Harper: And most of all? I want to relinquish your stranglehold on this damn division so other people, not just me, can get a chance at holding that title! Kate was wrong about a lot of things earlier Victoria but you want to know that one thing she got right? You have held onto that title for too damn long!
Victoria: Is it my fault nobody's been able to take this from me? Many have tried from Alexandra Calaway to Bella Madison. Many have tried, but none have been able to take this from me. So feel free to get in line and try, because I AM the entire bombshell roulette division and there's nothing a little girl like yourself can do about it.
Harper: Many may have tried, but how long can you really keep it up Victoria?
Harper doesn't let her answer.
Harper: The woman who held the record for longest reign before you, Krystal Wolfe? Her reign was ended by one of my mentors, Keira Fisher, and you'd better believe that i'm going to do everything in my power to repeat history!
Harper starts to back off.
Harper: Start counting down the days until the end of your reign Victoria, because it's days are numbered!
Harper and Josh walk off as the scene fades.
Cameras were returning from the backstage. Finding themselves focused around the ring. A slow wide shot of the cheering fans could be seen, but those cheers weren't about the last for much longer. The arena lights dim as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage.
Justin: The following contest is a mixed tag team match and it will be held under Hardcore rules. Introducing first at this time. All the way from Charlotte, South Carolina. She is the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion. 'The Head Lyoness' VICTORIA LYONS!
She makes her slow and haunting walk to the ring. She glares at some of the fans, and even bites at a few as she passes by. As she gets in the ring, the lights go back on, as Victoria raises her arms in a V in the middle of the ring, as if looking for worship, and giving the camera a creepy smile.
The lights dim, as a lions roar is heard, Vincent Lyons Jr appears on the stage in a black jacket as "Wretched and Divine" by Black Veil Brides starts, Vincent appears on stage, he looks around and makes a slow walk to the ring.
Justin: And now introducing her tag team partner. Also from Charlotte, North Carolina. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds. 'The Primal Prince' VINCENT LYONS JR
Vincent was looking at the fans cautiously. Once ringside, he rolls climbs into the ring and goes straight to a corner, where he sits and waits quietly. Victoria found herself walking right on over to him. Whispering something into his ear. One having to assume it was going over the strat for the match set to take place.
Adams: These two are some of the most dangerous sets of siblings I have ever seen in this business.
Simone: It is already bad enough how they are on their own. That alone is enough to scare you but putting them together. It's a whole new ball game.
Adams: And something just tells me they got the advantage tonight. I know Jayden and Mikhalia have teamed together before. Well before here, but that was years ago. Don't think they're going to have the same chemistry.
The surge of excitement from the jam packed arena could be felt. Each fan in attendance had high vibes, but little did they know they were about to experience a little more life brought to the party. The opening beat to "Bad Man" by Polo G began to play over the building's speakers. That was more than enough to putting things over the edge a little bit. The fans have no problem in letting their voices be heard. Showing support for the man set to walk out.
Cameras found themselves cutting over towards the ring entrance area. Standing right there peering out into the sea of fans with a big of a sour expression on his face was none other than "The Brat" himself. Jayden's sour expression didn't let up for even a second. Yet a small smirk did cross his lips at the cheers. About that time he waved behind him for a second. Long enough to bring his little sister out. Mikhalia sprinting from behind the curtain with a smile. This got an even bigger reaction from the crowd as she took the left side of her brother. The two of them starting to head to the ring together.
Justin: And now introducing their opponents. Both of them coming from Chicago, Illlinois. They are the tag team of MIKHALIA and JAYDEN. Better known as NEXT GEN!
It didn't take long at all for the two of them to make their way to ringside. Jayden and Mikhalia leaping up on the same ring apron. He turned to face the crowd slowly raising his fist to acknowledge them all. Meanwhile Mikhalia put her hand on her hip and raised her other hand with a 'peace sign' thrown up on those fingers. The crowd let it really be known where their support was going to be all night. That's when the two of them tossed their legs over the ropes, and then ducked down to get into the ring. Heading for their corner clearly ready to get things underway.
Simone: We haven't seen Mikhalia compete inside a SCW ring since High Stakes last year. I can't wait to see what she brings to the table tonight.
Adams: There is no denying that she is without a doubt the wild card in this situation. Could be the biggest asset to this team.
Simone: It could be, but we're going to have to wait and see how it plays out in real tme. Looks like this is about to get under way.
DING DING DING!
The bell sounded and the very moment it did. All hell broke loose. Jayden and Vincent find themselves squaring off in one of the corners of the ring. The two of them just slugged it out. Back and forth. Jayden would land a right hand. Vincent would come back with a left hand of his own. Vincent would land a kick to the mid section. Jayden would fire back with a headbutt. Both men were just laying into each other. The ladies on the other hand looked a little bit more one sided.
Mikhalia had Victoria trapped in the corner. Both of her arms wrapped around the top rope as she landed a knife-edge chop across the chest. It was harsh as the sound echoed throughout the loud arena. Victoria finds herself instantly holding her chest and coming out of the corner in pain. Mikhalia wasting no time as she grabbed the back of Victoria's head. She spun her around and then proceeded to toss Victoria right out of the ring to the unforgiving floor.
Adams: This match is going to be chaos!
Simone: It's a mixed hardcore match. There's no need for tags in and out.
Adams: I get that, but look at how this thing is starting off. We're going to see someone get hurt. I can sense it.
Simone: Don't put that bad juju out in the air Jason! No one wants to see anyone get hurt... well maybe the Lyons Twins. They might love that.
The thud of Victoria's body could be heard hitting the floor. With Mikhalia eyeing her up for a second waiting to see what the move was going to be. On the other side of the ring Vincent could be seen just leveling Jayden with a nasty looking European Uppercut. Causing Jayden to fall back into the corner. Vincent takes the time to stomp him down into a seated position. Before he turned around to see what Mikhalia was doing.
That young woman had Victoria in her sight. The Bombshell Roulette Champion getting up on the outside. Mikhalia turned and sprinted to the ropes with a dive in mind, but as she was coming back. Vincent stepped right into her path to stop her. He glared at her as Mikhalia started to back up some in fear. Thankfully at that moment Jayden came rushing in clubbing forearm to the side of the head. Knocking him against the ropes.
Somehow that wasn't good enough. Jayden found himself rushing at him again. This time he connected with a clothesline that sent Vincent up and over. He hit the unforgiving floor right there next to his sister. Victoria reached down and grabbed her brother. Trying to force him to get up so they could get out of there. This wasn't the fight they wanted after all.
Simone: It's looking like the Lyons Twins didn't come as prepared as one would have thought!
Adams: No, but then again. To be fair despite how I might feel about Victoria. How was she supposed to prepare for someone that isn't actually on our roster?
Simone: That's kind of on her. She had a whole week to prepare for this. The internet is full of knowledge. If she looked past Mikhalia. Then she's to blame and no one else.
Adams: I just feel like the Harris' have an unfair advantage here!
She did manage to get her brother up to her feet. However they didn't make it far. Mikhalia found herself connecting with a Cartwheel Somersault Plancha that took Victoria right off her feet. It was done at the exact same time Jayden dove right between rhe ropes directly under his sister to take Vincent off his feet with a massive Suicide Dive. Both the Lyons' siblings crashed against the floor.
Mikhalia was the first one to her feet as she turned towards the ring. Lifting up the ring apron and found herself searching under it. First thing she was able to grab a hold of was a trash can lid. She held it up to the crowd to receive a huge ovation from them. As she turned her attention back to Victoria who was trying to get up. She was closing the gap on her. Yet, it turned out to be bait. As Victoria suddenly reached and grabbed her.
Pulling Mikhalia forward by her tights and causing the woman to fall right into the steel barricade. Catching her chin on it before slumping down to the floor of the arena. Jayden had already grabbed a hold of Vincent and rolled him into the ring. Before grabbing a hold of the ring apron himself to pull it up and look under the ring. Seconds later Jayden pulled out what appeared to be a black nylon bag.
Adams: Oh that's never good. Anything in a bag like that is downright dangerous.
Simone: We have seen thumbtacks being in bags like that. We have seen glass be in bags like that. We have even seen legos be in a bag like that.
Adams: Legos... ugh. I'd take stepping on glass of a thumbtack all day long over stepping on a lego. That is just instant death.
Simone: Personally, I have never stepped on a lego. Hope that I never do.
Jayden was sliding himself back into the ring with the bag in hand. However he was mid-slide into the ring when Vincent cut him off with an elbow right to the back of his head forcing Jayden to let go of the bag. He clutched the back of his neck right away. Vincent popped back to his feet as then took it a step further with stomping on the back of the Brat's neck to keep him grounded.
Back on the outside of the ring. Victoria had that trash can lid Mikhalia had pulled out and was using it to her advantage. First diving it into the gut of Mikhalia the very second she was able to stand up. Then Victoria took it across the back of second generation woman. The force of the lid hitting Mikhalia's back. Not only dropped the woman to her knees on the outside, but it also bent the metal of the lid all to hell.
Victoria finding herself to start looking under the ring for goodies. Inside the ring Vincent had grabbed that bag that Jayden had brought into the ring. He untied the bag and quickly dumped the contents of what was inside it out onto the mat. It was a mixture of glass, thumbtacks, and yes you guessed it - legos. Vincent tossing the bag out of the ring with a devious crossing his lips.
Adams: This isn't good. This isn't good at all. That smirk says Vincent is about to cross a line of no return.
Vincent locked his focus on Jayden who was trying to get back to his feet. Quickly cutting the man off with a kick to the gut forcing the Brat to double over. From there Vincent forced the head of Jayden between his thighs. As he hovered right over the glass, tacks, and legos. Lifting Jayden upside down for a Piledri-No! At the last second Jayden swung his legs down. Then launched Vincent over the top of him for a back body drop.
He hit the mat with force. Vincent grabbed his lower back a little bit. Clearly feeling the effects of the mat, but as he got to his feet. Jayden was already on the prowl as he locked both his arms around the waist of Vincent. Lifting him straight up and brought him down on top of the pile of tacks, legos, and glass with a stiff German Suplex. That got quite the reaction out of the crowd when Jayden going ahead and briging that German with a pin to try and steal the win.
ONE!
TWO!
STRONG KICK OUT FROM VINCENT!
Simone: That was a close one!
Outside the ring. Victoria had started to set up a ladder across the ring apron and the guard rails. Little did she know having that be a distraction Mikhalia had crawled towards the ring on the other side and reached under the ring herself. Victoria found herself satisfied with what she had set up and then turned around looking for Mikhalia. Only seeing her feet around the corner. Stomping towards the woman to go back on the attack. She grabbed Mikhalia's feet and dragged her out from under the ring. For her to find out there was a fire extinguisher in her hand.
Victoria didn't even get a chance to properly reach before Mikhalia pulled the pin and decided to spray the Bombshell Roulette Champion in the face. That white substance blinding the woman for the moment. She stumbled away from Mikhalia trying to clear out her eyes. Mikhalia tossing it out of her hands and then got right back to her feet. She grabbed a hold of the back of Victoria's head and then turned throwing her back into the ring. Mikhalia hopped right up onto the apron and started to call for the champion to get to her feet.
Adams: We're about to see some highflying action out of Mikhalia!
Simone: It's always so cool to see how some of these second generation and even third generation wrestlers are these days. Always so much different from their parents.
Adams: Yep. Jayden being a submission and mat based type of wrestler. Completely different from what Mikhalia had been showing us.
Slow, but surely the blinded Victoria was able to get to his feet. As soon as she did Mikhalia pulled down on the top rope to get ready to launch herself into the ring. She leaped to the top rope balancing herself but at the same time she did that. Victoria fell down onto the ropes on purpose. Both arms hitting the top rope as Mikhalia's legs gave out from under her. She landed gut first on the top rope and then just bounced into the ring. She hit with a thud as Victoria threw herself on top of Mikhalia to make the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
MIKHALIA FORCED A KICK OUT!
Victoria was not happy with the woman being able to kick out. She quickly used both of her hands to wrap around the throat of her opponent. She squeezed with everything she had trying to choke the life out of Mikhalia. As wrong as it was it was legal with Jasmine being forced to just stand there and wait to see if Mikhalia would tap or if she would pass out. As this was taking place Vincent was back on the attack with Jayden on the outside of the ring. He had the Brat pinned up against the guardrails.
His arms trapped in between the slits in them. Not getting a chance to pull them out. Thanks to Vincent wielding a kendo stick in hand. He swung it forward and connected with the rib cage of Jayden. Instantly the Brat could be heard screaming in agony. The bright red mark on his skin showing up almost the very second that stick made contact with his skin. Vincent was far from done as he lined Jayden's chest up with that kendo stick. Swinging and connecting with all his might.
Simone: How is Jayden not just tapping out right now? Those shots look brutal!
Adams: It's not in Jayden's DNA to give up. We have already seen everything this kid has been through so far in his short career here. And that hasn't been enough to make him give up.
Simone: I guess wanting to feel like you are proving a point with your toughness, but at the same exact time. There's no way he is going to live to fight another day. If he doesn't start to pick and choose certain battles.
Jayden had managed to free himself from that barricade. Yet being on his hands and knees wasn't much better. Vincent saw that opportunity and took it. Swinging that kendo stick down across the back of the Brat. That third hit was enough to snap the kendo stick in half. Making it pretty much useless. Jayden falling to his stomach before he rose up kicking his feet from the pain he was in. Everything about the smirk on Vincent's face was letting it be known he was pleased with the pain and suffering he was causing.
Inside the ring Victoria was still working over Mikhalia. She landed a couple of forearms to the woman's jaw as it sent her closing and close into the corrner. On that third forearm Mikhalia fell the rest of the way into the corner. Victoria taking it upon herself to then lift the young woman up by her hips and plant her on the top rope in a seated position. Victoria grabbing the top rope with her hands and started to pull herself up as well. Looking off to the side a little bit where that ladder was set up.
Adams: No. You better not Victoria. You better not!
She then grabbed Mikhalia around her head and neck. It was clear what her next move was. Attempting a Suple-Noooo! Mikhalia locked both her legs around the top turnbuckle to prevent her from being pulled off. Victoria tried again but Mikhalia held on. Only to then surprise Victoria with a head butt. The eyes of the blonde rolled back as she fell off the top rope and landed right on top of that ladder. It didn't break though as Victoria just laid on the metal looking completely out of it.
Simone: Flesh meeting metal is one of the sickest sounds in all of wrestling if you ask me! This could be spelling the end for Victoria.
Thanks to that headbutt. Mikhalia seemingly understanding what she needed to do as she started to stand herself up on that top rope. Not really thinking things through when she launched herself off the top rope and to the outside where Victoria was. Mikhalia coming right down onto Victoria with a Frog Splash causing the ladder to snap out from under them both sending them down to the floor with a bang. The young woman clutched her ribs as she rolled over. The crowd breaking out in a chant.
Crowd: Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!
Jasmine found herself very briefly leaving the ring to check on both women. About that time Vincent could be seen throwing Jayden back into the ring. The welts and bruises all over the Brat's body was a tell sign of just how much that kendo stick had worn him out. Vincent found himself backing into the corner when he got into the ring. He was lining up Jayden's face. He had a clear line of it just as Jayden was forcing himself up.
He had no sooner than got to his knees when Vincent rushed in. Connecting with a Running Knee Strike to the side of the Brat's head. Right away Jayden was slumped down to the mat thanks to the knee. Vincent got in position to roll Jayden over as he then hooked both of the Brat's legs hoping that it was going to be enough. Jasmine happened to look up and see what was going on. She slid herself right back in to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
JAYDEN FORCES HIS SHOULDER UP!
By no means was Vincent happy with the kick out from Jayden. He got right back to his feet and began to stomp away on Jayden. That lack of respect being shown with each stomp. As well as showing his intent to break bones with those stomps. Jayden letting out groans of pain with each one. Before landing one final stomp to the head of Jayden forcing the Brat to roll to his stomach holding his head in pain.
Adams: I don't think Jayden has much left in the tank. Vincent had really wore him down.
Simone: And right now the outcome of this match is kind of depending on them. Mikhalia has made sure both she and Victoria are out for the time being.
Adams: We're just one Ionic Impact away from this thing being over.
Speaking of that signature move. It's just like Jason knew it was coming. Vincent's eyes had lit up the moment that Jayden rolled himself onto his stomach. Putting himself in the worst position that could have been in. The Primal Pince waited just a few inches away. The time to strike was important and waiting for that very moment to present itself. Jayden finally tried to get up to his feet. With him up on his hands and knees Vincent went for the kill.
He rushed in and leaped straight up into the air putting his foot into the back of Jayden's neck for "IONIC IMPAC-NOOOO"! Before he could stomp down Jayden popped himself up and sent Vincent high into the air. Vincent had nowhere to go but down and as he was doing so. Jayden caught the man in midair right into the piledriver position dropping to his knees to drive Vincent's head into the mat with a modified version of "THE HARRIS EFFECT REMIX"! Not a single fan believing what they just saw.
Simone: No way! No way! Did he really just do that?!
Adams: I don't think I have ever seen anything like that in all my years of calling professional wrestling. What in the world!
Simone: Jayden is on some next level stuff tonight!
That had taken the last little bit he had in him out of him. Finding himself falling right on top of Vincent. Lazily hooking one the man's leg for the cover. Hoping it was going to be enough as Jasmine got into position to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOO!
VICTORIA DIVES ON JAYDEN TO BREAK IT UP!
The crowd was letting it be known where they stood on the matter. Their boos were almost defeaning at that point, but it didn't matter to her. Victoria was just happy she was able to break up the pin. Victoria started to get to her feet trash talking the Brat, but what she didn't realize is that Mikhalia was perched into the corner. She slowly turned herself around thanks to the crowd reaction. Mikhalia launched herself into the air in a Shooting Star Press type of dive.
As she came down her arm wrapped around Victoria's head for "MIK N' MATCH"! Spiking the Bombshell Roulette Champion down on her head. The force of that variation of a DDT was so intense the entire ring shook. With the ovation of the crowd helping take things up a notch. They were impressed with such an groundbreaking move. Mikhalia going for the cover the vert second she connected with the move. Every single fan in attendance shouting out loud with Jasmine as she made the count.
Adams: A shooting star press DDT?!
ONE!
Simone: I am at a complete and utter loss for words!
TWO!
Adams: We have seen some things over the years. Lots and lots of things. But I don't think anything we see in a match the rest of 2025 will top that!
THREE!
Simone: You are a hundred percent accurate! Wow just wow!
DING DING DING!
As the bell sounded Mikhalia found herself rolling over. Clutching her ribs a little bit clearly very much feeling the effects of the match. The crowd was cheering her on, as her brother crawled on over to her. His arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. Jayden starting to help the woman to her feet in the process. Once they were up, Jayden grabbed her arm, and Jasmine grabbed his other arm. Before they were all raised in the air for that amazing victory.
Justin: Here is your winners. The tag team of Mikhalia and Jayden Harris... NEEEEXXXXTTTGEEEEENNNNN!
Simone: First time seeing the brother and sister duo of Jayden and Mikhalia compete together. I have to say I am glad we got to witness it. They did not disappoint.
Adams: I am one that usually speaks out about having anymore Harrises around here, but if I were Mark and Christian. I'd be going out of my way to sign that young lady to a full time contract after what she just showed us.
Simone: She would certainly bring some fire to the Bombshell division. That's for sure. And after just pinning the Bombshell Roulette Champion. I think that has a lot of ground to stand on for her.
Adams: You got that right!
Little did they know that celebration was about to be cut short. All thanks to Vincent who showed up behind Jayden with a steel chair in hand. He swung for the fences and cracked the chair across the back of Jayden causing the second generation to fall to his knees in pain. Mikhalia looked on in fear as she watched Vincent pick that chair up high above his head and then slam it against her brother's back a second time. Jayden's screams of pain finding themselves echoing over the booing crowd.
Mikhalia was horrified at watching her brother take such a beating. That was until Victoria found herself clubbing Mikhalia from behind. Catching her on the back of her neck and knocking the woman to her knees. Victoria screeching at the top of her lungs as she began to follow things up with nothing but stomp after stomp after stomp to Mikhalia. Aiming to keep the woman grounded. Of course the crowd found themselves booing louder but it made no difference.
Adams: Sore losers! Both of them are just so losers!
On the final stomp to keep Mikhalia down. Victoria looked up at Vincent mouthing something which resulted in him handing the chair to her. Victoria found herself dropping to her knees as she grabbed a handful of Mikhalia's hair and lifted her head up long enough to place the chair under it. That's when she used both hands to keep Mikhalia's head hovered over that chair. She looked back up at Vincent and screamed "Do It" with all her lung power. Vincent backing up to his corner eyeing up the head if Mikhalia.
Simone: Do what?! Do what?!
Vincent was about to answer all questions. He grabbed those ropes and rocked himself back and forth in the corner. Like a true mad man. Trying to get himself in the right head space. Before he sprinted out of the corner with every bit of quickness he could muster up.
"IONIC IMPACT" ON THE CHAIR TO...
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JAYDEN DOVE IN SHOVING MIKHALIA OUT OF VICTORIA'S HANDS!
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HIS HEAD BOUNCING OFF THE STEEL CHAIR, PUTTING HIM OUT COLD!
The bravery of Jayden to save his sister at last second was something that was admirable, but at what cost? His eyes were closed. He wasn't showing any signs of movement. Victoria and Vincent both looking on for that second. Smirks starting to cross their lips as it didn't seem to matter who they took out as long as someone went down. Jasmine found herself asserting herself more. Screaming at them to get out of the ring. As they started to back up the concerned Mikhalia slid by her brother to check on him.
Adams: Jayden did the right thing! He did the right thing in saving his sister, but that might have been just put him back on the shelf.
Simone: Damnit to hell Jason! These two keep bending the rules and keep taking things too damn far. Someone has to put a stop to this.
Adams: But who? Who is going to be the one to put a stop to both Victoria and Vincent?! Anytime it seems like its figured out. They change up the game.
That worried expression of Mikhalia got a good close up from the cameras. Only for her to turn her expression to Vincent and Victoria who were both walking up the ramp backwards. Admiring their work and considered it a job well done. That's when it was time for the cameras to cut away from the ring and head backstage. Knowing that more drama was about to unfold there.
Artie and Bobbie are once again seen backstage. Artie is dressed and ready to go for his match against Carter. He should be mentally preparing himself for the biggest match of his career so far, but he's distracted as he looks back and forth from his duffel bag and then to Bobbie.
Artie: I don't need to face Carter, right? I can forfeit and say I'm not feeling well or something, right?
Bobbie narrows her eyes and shakes her head.
Bobbie: Absolutely NOT! You were all fine and ready for this match until you went and played Robin Hood and stole Guy's crown!
Artie brings his index finger up to his lips and shushes Bobbie. She did say that a little louder than he wanted and no doubt Guy was livid and searching for his crown right now.
Artie: Would you be QUIET?! Guy doesn't know it was me that took the crown.
Bobbie: Oh I'm sure he knows it was you. You are NOT forfeiting this match. You are NOT disrespecting Carter like that all over this stupid crown and your anger at Guy.
Artie: Ok. Ok. Fine! You stay backstage and protect the crown. At least I'm smart enough to have someone guarding it—-
Bobbie growls and throws her hands in the air.
Bobbie: Artie, I love you to death but right now? You're grating on my last nerve. I'm not staying back here to guard a crown that is worthless!
Artie: Okay. Relax. I'll just hide it out of sight. I'm sorry.
Bobbie sighs and shakes her head. She starts pacing back and forth as Artie tries to mentally focus on his match in a little while. He had to focus because he could just be minutes away from becoming the new World Heavyweight Champion
The camera picks up with a closeup shot of the World Heavyweight title belt. It draws back and the belt is shown to be resting on the bench in the private dressing room of the champion himself, Helluva Bottom Carter. While he shares the dressing room with his husband Miles, Carter is clearly focused on the task at hand, his eyes staring straight ahead at the gold while he does his pre match stretches.
Carter is dressed to compete, sporting his new ring gear of a shimmering rainbow unitard with white boots and matching rainbow tassels. Just as he bends at the waist to stretch out, there is a knock on the dressing room door.
Pussy Willow: Carter? It's me, Pussy Willow. Are you decent?
Ever the playful scamp, Carter stands upright with a wisp of a smile on his face and he calls back in answer…
HBCarter: That would depend on the manner in which the question is delivered!
There is an obvious pause of silence, and Carter realizes he might have just confused the poor thing.
HBCarter: Everything is fine, Pussy! (There's a sentence I never thought I would utter!)
Miles opts to put the poor woman out of her misery and he walks over to the locked dressing room door and opens it, casting a "shame on you" expression to Carter who just smiles in return.
Miles: Sorry about him. He had chocolate cake for breakfast.
Pussy nods at first in understanding as Miles steps aside to allow her entry, but then she frowns as she is inside.
Miles: I'll just leave you two for a moment.
He shuts the door behind him and Pussy turns back to the champion and she looks around.
Pussy Willow: Very nice, your very own private dressing room. That has to be quite the change from sharing with a majority of the roster.
Carter sighs as he looks around at his surroundings, taking it all in.
HBCarter: It really is. It's still taking some getting used to. By sheer habit, I went right for the regular dressing rooms and a stagehand had to stop Miles and myself and bring us here instead. I thought for a second that there had to be some kind of mistake until it hit me and - duh! The World Champions have their own private rooms.
Pussy Willow: Something to be proud of, I'm sure. But tonight you do have your first defense since winning the title from Alex two weeks ago. Do you have any butterflies going into this match?
HBCarter: Butterflies, no. More like a flock of giant Mothras. And not just because the same thing that happened to Logan at the start of the show could end up happening to me too. I don't want that to happen, Pussy. I don't want my title reign to be two weeks short and a joke backstage.
He shakes his head.
HBCarter: I'm not going to let it happen!
Pussy Willow: But it's about more than just defending the title for the first time, isn't it?
Carter nods.
HBCarter: Mm. They always say that winning the title is the easy part, defending it is even harder. But where does it stand when you're defending the title against someone you call a good friend? I want to see Artie succeed, but I don't want to see him succeed at my expense. And I want him to fight his hardest to try and win, because otherwise what sort of champion would I be?
Pussy Willow looks thoughtful.
Pussy Willow: Well, plenty of champions in the past have sought easy defenses and taking the low road to retain their titles.
HBCarter: Yeah, well. That's not who I am. And that's not how I want to represent SCW.
Pussy Willow: And how do you want to represent SCW?
HBCarter: Simple.
He reaches down and picks up the championship belt.
HBCarter: By being myself, plain and simple. Staying true to who I am and serving as an example to the entire LGBTQ community that we belong. It started at Into the Void IX. It just continues tonight.
That said, Carter reaches down and picks up his feathered jacket and smiles at Pussy.
HBCarter: That said, it's time for Artie and I to bring the house down as only we can.
Carter heads for the dressing room door as Pussy Willow smiles after him and waves.
Stomping down the hallway with anger in his eyes was the Internet Champion himself. Only the back of Kevin's head was caught as he grabbed a hold of a door handle. Not so much as even a knock was placed, he twisted it, and let himself in. Slamming the door shut behind him in the process. This seemingly interrupted a phone call that J2H was in the middle of. Forcing the Hall of Famer to hang up. Kevin not even giving the man a chance to say anything.
Kevin Carter: We gotta get a handle on this thing.
J2H: A handle on what? We got the game plan for tonight.
Kevin Carter: I'm not talking about that. I don't give a fuck about Carter and what will be a lack luster World Title reign.
J2H: Then what the hell are you talking about?
Kevin Carter: Alexander Raven. That's what I'm talking about.
Just the sheer mention of the man's name. It left a sour taste in Kevin's mouth and it showed in that twisted up expression for a brief second. J2H just looked back at the man. Shaking his head slightly.
Kevin Carter: The mind games. I'm not here for any of that shit. The birds. The destroying my locker room. Leaving blood and dead Raven carcasses behind. It's all a bunch of shit done to try and spook me. We need to handle it.
J2H: It sounds like you need to handle it.
Kevin Carter: Excuse the fuck out of me?!
J2H: I don't believe I stuttered or said anything that wasn't clear. I said, it sounds like you need to handle it. That has nothing to do with me.
Kevin Carter: It has everything to do with you, James!
J2H: It really doesn't.
Within the blink of an eye, there was tension rising between the two men and it could be felt. Kevin found himself glaring heard in the direction of the Living Legend.
Kevin Carter: I did what I did at Into The Void to make sure you were walking out the winner of Blast from the Past.
J2H: That is something you did on your own free will. I did not ask you to do that. And we both knew I was going to win regardless.
Kevin Carter: Were you?! Because last I remembered Raven had Eddie dead to rights and you were nowhere to be seen!
J2H: Like I said, I would have won regardless. You are the one that started a war with this psychopath. His blood is on your hands and you need to handle it. Plain and simple, Kevin. Unless you really don't think you're man enough to get it done yourself...
Such an arrogant smirk overcame the expression of J2H. Almost like he was mocking the man that he had stood on the same team with all this time. Kevin's expression grew angrier by the second.
Kevin Carter: ... I am more than man enough. Don't you fucking worry.
J2H: Good. That's what I like to hear. Now put all this behind you and focus on what we have planned tonight.
Kevin Carter: Right, because that needs all the attention.
J2H: Glad to know you see things my way.
That smug expression remained on the Living Legend's face. J2H walked away from the Internet Champion and exited his own locker room door. It left Kevin just standing there angrily looking in the direction he had walked off in. As angry as he was, Kevin himself had no idea he was still being watched. Directly behind him on top of one of those empty lockers sat a Raven. Those beady little eyes lazer locked onto the Scumbag. That was a haunting image in itself before the cameras cut away to catch some more of the action elsewhere.
It was the moment that many had been waiting for. The main event of the evening was upon them. With the SCW audience getting treated to a SCW World Championship match for the main. So the excitement very much could be felt throughout the entire arena. 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 and is for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing the challenger. From Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds... 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.
Simone: Who thought we were ever see Artie competing for the World Championship?!
Adams: I won't say the thought didn't cross my mind. I didn't think it would be this soon. Kid still has some work to do. But this is the kind of the thing that happens when you got an idiot like Guy calling the shots.
Simone: As much as people have bagged on Guy. All night long and despite some of his mood swings. I think overall this has been an entertaining show and he has really given Artie a chance to shine here tonight. Even given Carter a chance to show what type of World Champion he's going to be.
Artie paced himself back and forth in the ring. Every so often shooting a nasty glare in the direction of Guy who stood there with his referee shirt on.The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: Now introducing the champion. From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the current reigning and defending SCW World Heavyweight Champion. 'Hardcore Bottom' HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner, awaiting the match to begin.
Adams: We once lived in a world where no one ever thought Carter could win the big one. He has shut down his haters once.
Simone: But he has to continue to shut them down. There are already rumors flying around that with J2H winning Blast from the Past. He won't be champion for much longer.
Adams: That's if he even makes it to Summer XXXtreme as the champion. There is always the chance he could lose here tonight.
DING DING DING!
Guy stood there in the middle of the ring just smirking right at Artie. The challenger for the World Championship not taking his eyes off of the King. Carter found himself quickly walking up and grabbing Artie by the jaw making him look in his direction. Snapping his fingers and getting Artie to focus on what actually mattered. Artie just looked at Carter and nodded his head. Seemingly understanding what needed to be done.
Simone: One thing about Carter is he wants to be a fighting champion. But he wants to make sure things are done the right way.
Adams: I get all of that, but regardless of all thats going on. Artie was gifted with a World Title shot. He should be more alert and focused on that.
Carter and Artie found themselves locking up just seconds later. That collar and elbow tie up was intense for a couple of seconds. That was until Carter got the upper hand. Pulling Artie right in for a side headlock. His arms tightening up around the challenger's head. However, as quick as he did that. Artie was quick to fight back. Wrapping his arms around Carter's waist and backing them both up towards the ropes.
Using it as leverage to then push Carter off of him and sending him towards the ropes. Carter hit them, but when he came back. The World Champion leveled Artie with a huge shoulder block knocking Artie off his feet. Carter taking one look at where Artie was and then turned to run towards the ropes. As he was coming off them Artie flipped over trying to trip the World Champion up, but Carter saw it coming.
He leaped right over Artie and went running towards the ropes on the other side. He hit them and was coming back, but as Carter did so. Artie was up on his feet and quickly surprised him with an Arm Drag that sent Carter flying across the ring. Thankfully, at the last second Carter was able to stop himself from flying out of the ring as he got to his knees and looked over at Artie with an impressed expression.
Adams: Artie really has come a long way from that year that he entered Blast from the Past on accident.
Simone: You are right about that. He has taken the in ring training seriously and he is seemingly getting better every match.
Adams: He really is. If he could just stay focused and stop letting things that don't matter distract him. He could have a bright future here in SCW.
Simone: Could not agree more. We're talking future championship reigns in the future for him. It could start tonight in a big way. Maybe the biggest way possible!
Carter got right back to his feet as he looked at Artie for a second. Both of them charging at each other and locking up again. This time Artie got the upper hand with a side headlock of his own. He then dropped down to one knee and took Carter down with him with a side headlock takedown. Locking it in real deep.
But Carter wasn't having it. He managed to twist himself just enough to pull his head free as he sprung to his feet. Artie tried to kick at Carter, but he grabbed a hold of both his feet. Then flipped himself over the top of him for a surprise jacknife pinning combination. Forcing Guy to drop to the mat to make the count.
ONE!
ARTIE KICKS OUT!
The second he got his shoulder up. Carter got right back to his feet and turned around. Carter waited until Artie sat up before rushing in. Going for a kick to the chest, but Artie ducked down to avoid the kick. Carter didn't even have a chance to plant his foot back down before Artie grabbed him and rolled him right up from behind. Guy sliding right back down for the count.
ONE!
CARTER POPS HIS SHOULDER UP!
Artie and Carter both rolled away from each other the very second Carter kicked out. They both got to their feet. Artie was eager to try and keep control as he rushed in. Only for the World Champion to show his experience by sweeping the leg right out from Artie causing the mat to fall on his back to the mat with a thud. Carter throwing himself right over the top of him for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
ARTIE KICKS OUT!
Simone: Lots of back and forth here in the early going. This is the type of match you love to see, Jason.
Adams: Do not disagree with that statement. As long as the idiot referee in there right now remains doing his job and doesn't ruin things.
Simone: I admit Guy's attitude has been a little strange here lately. I do not think he would do anything to like intentionally cause this match to swing one way or the other.
Adams: Are you serious right now?
Simone: Yes! I have a lot of faith. I really think Guy is a fantastic person. A great king. Just a little misunderstood at times.
Inside the ring Artie and Carter were both back up. Artie getting the first lick with a kick to the gut of Carter forcing the World Champion to double over. Artie then grabbed Carter by the head and started to pull him towards the center of the ring. He had something in mind, but he took too long to get there. Carter rolled out of the hold Artie had on him. Then leaped into the air and landed a perfect Standing Dropkick that sent the challenger flying into the corner.
Artie hit with some force and it instantly had him on his backside. Carter kipping right back to his feet as he looked at the position that Artie was in. Pointing towards him as a way to let him know he was coming and he was coming full speed. The crowd cheering as they watched Carter rush the corner for a running Mete-Nooo! Artie rolled out of the way just in time causing Carter to slam his knees into the turnbuckle. The World Champion found himself limping away in pain.
In that pain riddled limp Carter managed to stumble himself right into the waiting Artie, He landed a firm boot to the gut again. Cater doubled over in pain with Artie taking his head and putting it under his arm. With no hesitation at all, Artie dropped down and drove the World Champion into the mat with a Spike DDT. Carter's head hitting the mat with force as he popped up briefly before falling back down onto face. Artie sat up and glared at Guy for a brief moment,
Adams: See, this is what I was just talking about. He is going to have to stay focused.
Simone: No, you're right Jason. He has Carter down and out right now. He has to stay with it. This is a costly mistake.
Adams: You right it is. But it is also Guy's fault for appointing himself as the referee of this match. He knew it was going to be a distraction,
By then Artie was back on his feet as he grabbed a hold of Carter and started to drag him towards the corner just a little bit. When he was satisfied where Carter was at, he stepped on over the World Champion and then went up to the corner. He started to climb it with his back turned. All of the sudden Carter sprung to his feet, just as Artie was about to stand up. It was Carter that cut his legs out from under him.
Artie falling and crotching himself right there on the top rope. Carter was starting to climb up there with the challenger. He hooked him around the waist and forced his arm over his shoulder. With them both perched on the top rope for a second. Carter took one look behind them before leaping and taking Artie with him. Slamming the challenger into the mat with a Back Suplex. The entire ring rattled from the force of the move,
Simone: My oh my! What a top rope Back Suplex!
Carter found himself sitting up a few seconds after they had landed. He rolled right over to Artie as he grabbed one of the challenger's legs and hooked it. Making the cover, Guy leaping over the two of them to get down to the mat and make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
ARTIE KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Guy found himself holding up two fingers at Carter. Showing that it was indeed just a two count. Carter nodded as he got to his knees and then grabbed Artie's head to pull him up to his feet with him. The second they were both up, Carter hooked his arm around the front of Artie's chest. Making it clear he had something in mind, but before he could secure the move. Artie landed a stiff elbow to the side of Carter's head.
Then he landed a second elbow to the side of Carter's head. It forced whatever Carter was going for to be put on hold now. Carter stumbling away holding his head from those elbow shots. Artie had went running towards the ropes and hit them with force. Coming right back to the unsuspecting World Champion. Leaping into the air and using both hands to grab Carter by the head. Planting him face first into the mat with a leaping Bulldog. Carter's head hitting the mat before he flopped over to his back.
Adams: There we go! There we go Artie. Stay with it!
Carter was in that prone position. Artie dropping down to make the cover. Once again putting a glaring gaze on Guy to make sure he did the right thing. Much like he had been doing Guy dropped down to make the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
CARTER KICKS OUT WITH FORCE!
Artie's eyes narrowed with disgust and hate as Guy showed him a true count, Forcing his eyes off of the referee. Artie got back to his feet as he then grabbed a hold of the foot of Carter. He rolled the champion right to his stomach there in the middle of the ring as Artie stepped over his back. He then re-positioned his hands, grabbing at the knee of Carter, and securing that half Boston Crab submission right there in the middle of the ring. Carter heard letting out a low groan of pain.
Carter pushed himself up a little bit trying to get rid of some of the pain, but more than anything trying to find a way out of it all. Artie on the other hand was being sure to keep a tight grip. Keeping that knee of Carter's bent. All while putting pressure on the man's back. About that time Guy was seen getting down on one knee and asking Carter if he quit, but the World Champion was shaking his head from side to side. Showing he had no intent at all to give up despite what he was going through.
Simone: This the training I was talking about earlier with Artie. He keeps getting better and better. It's showing. That is quite the submission move he has locked in.
Adams: And I am not trying to put words into anyone's mouth or anything like that. However, I don't think even Carter himself was prepared for this kind of fight from Artie.
Simone: You might be right there Jason. You very well might be right. Yet the last few weeks now. We have seen Artie come into his own and get closer and closer to finally breaking through that glass ceiling thats over him.
Artie was shouting at Carter to just tap. Yet that was not going to be a thing. In a very last ditch effort. Carter pushed himself up a little more and managed to cause Artie to lose his balance long enough to fall and let go of the submission. Favoring his leg as he did so. Carter rolled away and got to his feet. Yet, as soon as he stood up. Artie was already on the attack. A nasty kick to already hurt knee of Carter dropped him to his other knee. Artie then followed up with a Roundhouse Kick to Carter's head. The World Champion turned and fell face first into the mat. From there Artie grabbed a hold of Carter and dragged him more towards the center of the ring. W
With the man lying face first into the mat when Artie let go of him. He turned and went running towards the ropes. He hit them with force. Using the momentum to bring him back to where Carter was as he leaped up as high as he could into the air a Leg Dro-Noooo! At the last second the World Champion rolled out of the way causing Artie to land tailbone first on the mat. Artie got to his feet. Holding his backside with both hands. Turning right into Carter who drove him down into the mat with "PASSION FRUIT" being sure to hook Artie's legs on the way down for that pin combination with the signature move.
Adams: Passion Fruit! Passion Fruit! Artie might be out of this thing!
ONE!
Simone: He never even saw it coming. That is how quick Carter is with this innovative moveset of his!
TWO!
Adams: If this is how it ends. I can't fault Artie. He did put up a fight!
THR-NOOOOOOO!
ARTIE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Simone: And it looks like he's going to be fighting just a little bit longer!
There was quite the shocked expression on Carter's face over Artie being able to kick out. He had used that move to put people away before, but it was not good enough to keep Artie down and out. Carter knew what he had to do as he got right to his feet. Backing himself into the corner, long enough to grab a hold of the top tope, and pull himself to the top rope. His eyes lazed focused on Artie taunting for him to stand up.
A little bit at a time Artie was starting to do just that. When all of the sudden KEVIN CARTER could be seen leaping up on the ring apron. The crowd went into a booing fit almost the very second they saw him. This was quick to catch the attention of not only Carter who stood up on the top rope confused, but it caught the attention of the official. Guy marched right over to defend the integrity of the match trying to force the Internet Champion to get down, but it wasn't an easy task.
Simone: What the hell is the meaning of all of this?!
Adams: Woah woah! Carter, look out!
Of course the World Champion couldn't hear Jason's warning. J2H was seen hopping right over the barricade and then leaping onto the ring apron behind everyone's back. He grabbed a hold of Carter's head and leaped to the floor. Pulling Carter off the top rope and hanging him neck and head first over the top rope. Carter choking for air from where his throat hit. He grabbed his throat and gasped turning around. Artie having no idea what happened was right there to kick Carter into the gut.
He grabbed his head and then hit a perfect STUNNER right in the middle of the ring. Carter flopped into his back as Artie made the cover on the World Champion. J2H dropped down to hide not to be seen. With the crowd booing over what had taken place, but this was the chance Artie needed. He had it won. Yet, Guy was still arguing with Kevin. All of the sudden Guy spit YELLOW MIST into the eyes of the Internet Champion sending Kevin spilling to the floor as he grabbed his face in pain.
Adams: Turn around Guy! Turn the hell around!
Simone: We got a new World Champion in the waiting!
Guy was shouting at the Internet Champion who rolled around the floor on the outside holding his face after being misted. Artie still not really understanding what was going on. Just realized Guy was not counting and had his back turned. Leaving him to think it was done intentionally. Slamming his hands to the mat in frustration he got out of the cover and got to his feet. Marching right up to Guy and grabbed him by the wrist. He yanked on his wrist and turned him around. Before shoving Guy as hard as he could. Guy nearly falling through the ropes but grabbed them to catch himself.
Simone: Now wait just a second here. I understand Artie is frustrated but you cannot put your hands on a SCW official.
Adams: The hell he can't! In this situation it's fair game if you ask me. Guy might've just cost him the World Title!
Simone: He was trying to protect the damn match. Kevin and J2H had no right coming out here!
Adams: No they didn't, but Guy didn't have to allow himself to get distracted either.
Artie was pretty much dressing Guy down following that shove. Guy's face somehow turning red despite all that white paint he had on it. His eyes shot up at Artie as he proceeded to shove him right back with all he had. The second he shoved him Artie spun all the way around and out of nowhere came Carter with "FRUIT FLY"! Taking the challenger off his feet. Carter quickly crawled over the top of Artie to make the cover. Guy dropping down to make the count with rage still in his eyes.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
As soon as J2H heard the bell. He popped up from the side of the ring he was hiding from and saw what was taking place in the ring. Whatever the plan was it had failed and it had failed in a big way. Carter was starting to get to his feet as Guy found himself rolling out of the ring.
Justin: Here is your winner and STILLLL the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBB CAAAAAAARRRRTTTTEEERRRRR!
Outside the ring Guy had marched right over to where Artie had sat the crown when he walked out of it. Snatching it up and placing it back on his head. Guy then turned to start marching around the ring. Artie was seen leaning against the ropes after realizing what happened. With that smug smirk on his face. Guy shouted and pointed to his crown.
Guy: This belongs to Guy! It has always belonged to Guy. Yew aren't good enough or worthy enough to have it, peasant!
Artie continued to glare at Guy. Clearly in a whole lot of pain following that match. On the other side of the ring Carter had grabbed a hold of his World Championship. Finding himself staring down with the man that just tried to cost him the title and the man he was set to defend the title against, J2H. The intense glare in both men's eyes were already setting the tone in what to expect in the future.
Adams: We were having a damn good World Title match and then all of this had to happen. Guy being an idiot. Kevin and J2H sticking their nose where it didnt belong.
Simone: What do you think the reason was for them even coming out here? Why did they feel the need to try and ruin this match?
Adams: I think it is obvious. J2H doesn't want to face Carter for the title. It's not easy enough for him. Artie would have been the easiest man to take the World Title off of.
Simone: I don't know about easiest... Artie put up a fight tonight. But I could see why J2H wants to take a short cut. It's kind of who he is!
About that time Carter was letting his statement and status be known. Taking his championship in hand and raising it high into the air. Pretty much rubbing it into J2H's face as he did so. The glare in J2H's eyes only got more intense as he shouted something at the champion. Carter just looked on with a smirk feeling himself. The show came to a close with those two staring each other down and leaving the SCW audience wanting more in the future.
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