The camera fades in from black. We see a kaleidoscope of neon lights spinning through thick Ibiza night air. Laser beams sweep across the walls of UNVRS, a massive open-space nightclub pulsing with bass-heavy dance music. Fog cannons hiss as strobe lights shimmer over the six-sided wrestling ring set directly in the center of the dance floor. Surrounding it are hundreds of fans waving glow sticks and dancing to the beat as the DJ mixes live from an overhead booth.
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Cameras swoop down into the crowd, showing fans holding signs like “I WANT BODY SHOTS ON VINCENT LYONS!” and “I CAME TO PARTY WITH LOGAN HUNTER!” before panning to the ring where Justin Decent stands with a cocktail in one hand and a mic in the other.
Justin: IBIZA, SPAIN!! ARE YOU READY TO PARTY HAAAARD?!
The crowd cheers wildly!
Justin: We are live from the world-famous UNVRS nightclub, and you are watching Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! This is the first stop on the 2025 Party Hard Tour, it’s gonna get LOUD, it’s gonna get WILD, and it’s gonna get a little bit irresponsible!
The crowd cheers as confetti cannons blast across the ring and beach balls bounce across the audience.
Justin: Over the next few weeks, we’re taking SCW to the hottest party destinations on the planet! And tonight, we kick it all off right here, under the Spanish stars, in the world's capital of nightlife!
The lights drop suddenly, plunging the ring into darkness except for one spotlight. The DJ stops the music, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
Justin: So grab your drinks and find your rhythm because Climax Control… starts… NOW!
The bass drops. The music kicks back in. Pyro explodes from the ring posts. A graphic flashes across the screen: SCW Climax Control – Ibiza: Party Hard Tour as the crowd erupts into chants.
Justin: Now please welcome Sin City's very own "Hostess With the Mostess"! Amanda ... HUGGINKISS!
The fans roar with excitement as Amanda Hugginkiss struts out onto the glitter-soaked stage, dressed in an impossibly sparkly, barely-there feathered outfit that screams Ibiza excess. She twirls dramatically with a cocktail in one hand and a glitter microphone in the other as the opening performance begins.
Amanda: Oh honey...
I came. I slayed. I blacked out.
Roll the hangover footage, darling!
Last night I was the queen of the floor,
Sparkle jumpsuit, heels, size four!
Shots with strangers, crowd went wild,
Flirted with a priest, and a Girl Scout child.
I did the splits on a pizza box,
Stole a traffic cone, I thought it was haute couture!
I danced on a bar to a Britney track,
Now there's glitter in places that won't come back!
Who drank my dignity? (Not me!)
Woke up next to a drag named Timothy (or was it Steve?)
There's a flamingo in my living room,
And someone waxed my left eyebrow, too soon!
I partied hard, now I’m soft as Brie,
Cryin’ in my robe, screamin’ “Whyyy, tequilaaaa?!”
Ohhh I was fierce at 3 A.M.,
Now I’m just… texting my ex again! ??
Phone says I FaceTimed my boss at two,
Tried to choreograph a number in the drive-thru.
Venmoed five hundred to a guy named “Zane”
With the message: “For emotional support... and propane?”
There’s a wig in the freezer, lashes on the cat,
Someone turned my corset into a cheese hat.
Lipstick on the mirror says, "You’re a star!"
But I’m crying in bed, eating pickle jars.
Who drank my dignity? (It vanished!)
Got tagged in a pic kissing a mannequin (trashy!)
There’s a receipt for twelve mojitos,
And a tattoo that says "Live, Laugh, Lube-o!"
I partied hard like a disco queen,
Now I’m hiding from daylight and Listerine.
I was glam till the break of dawn,
Now I’m just dry heaving on my front lawn…
Alexa, play something soft... like my morals.
Oh no… why does my fridge smell like regret and cheese?
Wait—is that my wig on the neighbor’s tree?
...again?
Who drank my dignity? (Check the dog!)
My soul's in a blender with a corn dog.
I lost my lashes, pride, and shoe,
But baby I’d do it all again, WOULD YOU?!
Yes I crashed, burned, and snacked on shame,
But tonight we rise, and do it all the same!
Because queens may fall, but we rise in heels,
With glitter, grace, and overdue meal deals!
Regret? Maybe.
Memory? None.
Ready to do it again?
...Give me 20 minutes and a Bloody Mary.
Amanda blows one last kiss to the crowd as the music fades out. She takes a bow at center stage as the crowd gives a loud, affectionate cheer. Amanda sashays offstage with a wink and a spin, and the camera transitions smoothly to the ringside commentary desk.
The camera zooms in on the SCW broadcast team of Belinda Simone in a shimmering blue halter top and hoop earrings, and Jason Adams in a floral-print button-down and sunglasses even though it’s nighttime. Behind them, the vibrant Ibiza crowd continues to dance and party around the six-sided ring.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to SCW Climax Control, and what a way to kick things off here at the world-famous UNVRS nightclub in Ibiza! I’m Belinda Simone, and this is already off the rails in the best way!
Adams: I’ve been to some wild SCW shows, Bel, but this? This is next level! Glow sticks, fans in speedos, and Amanda Hugginkiss giving the performance of the summer! I mean, how do we follow that?
Simone: We follow it with Guy With A Cape putting the SCW Roulette Championship on the line in our opening contest against the ultra violent star Vincent Lyons Jr. And since it’s a Roulette title match… who knows what stipulation the wheel is going to land on? Steel cage? Flamethrower limbo?
Adams: Then we’ve got a showdown of punk vs attitude when Kate Steele steps into the ring against the woman that took Kayla Richards to the brink of defeat - Frankie Holliday! It's veteran versus rookie!
Simone: Felix “The Cat” Hernandez and his magic briefcase takes on the rising star in LJ Kasey in what’s sure to be a sleeper hit. And while LJ needs to keep an eye out for Bea on the outside, due to recent events? Felix had best keep an open eye on Justin Smith!
Adams: The Bombshell Internet Championship is on the line as the newly crowned champ Lilith Locke defends her title against a legend of the division and former champ, Mercedes Vargas! Mercy wants her title back, but Lilith has already proven she could be beat once, can she do it again?
Simone: Miles Kasey takes on the always-dangerous and confident young upstart Logan Hunter! Logan once made life hell for Miles's brother LJ so Logan is keeping it in the family!
Adams: And then it’s time to crank the disco ball, baby, because our main event is the most Ibiza match ever!
Simone: It’s the Disco Inferno Dance of Death! Four of SCW’s finest! Alicia Lukas, Cassie Wolfe, Seleana Zdunich, and Bea Barnhart! They ill battle it out in a wild, anything-goes match with one goal! Earn the right to challenge Harper Mason for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!
Adams: It’s chaos in heels and we LOVE it!
Simone: On this and more on SCW Climax Control!
The camera catches a slice of calm backstage, the polar opposite of the chaos happening in the ring. A hallway lit by exposed bulbs overhead, crates and cables pushed to the side. A Party Hard Tour banner hangs loosely on the cinderblock wall.
LJ Kasey stands near a monitor, his hoodie halfway unzipped, earbuds dangling around his neck. He’s clearly just returned from warming up. A deep breath escapes his lips. His brow furrows—not from nerves before his match, but something heavier.
Miles Kasey steps into frame, holding two water bottles. One gets lightly tossed LJ’s way.
Miles: Figured you’d be lurking back here. You’re always lurking before all your matches.
LJ (catches the bottle): I’m not lurking. I’m thinking.
Miles (leans against a crate): Mhm. Thinking about Felix ‘The Cat’? Or thinking about the law school acceptance from Boyd that you still haven’t told Ally about?
LJ exhales through his nose, looking away for a beat.
LJ: Both.
Miles (with a smirk): You do know it's okay to be happy when something good happens, right?
LJ (softly): I just don’t want to screw it up. I finally got in. Boyd Law...they saw something in me. And it means I’m staying in Vegas.
Miles’s expression softens. He nods, quietly proud.
Miles: You’re doing the damn thing, huh? Wrestling. School. Grown-up decisions. I like it.
LJ: It’s been a year with Ally. And she has stood by me through a lot. And I think I’m finally in a place where I’m not just surviving anymore. I’m ready to build something. With her… and with Ash. That’s what this is about now.
Miles (grins): So when are you telling her?
LJ shrugs, then glances toward the nearby curtain where a tech counts down to the next segment.
LJ: Soon as I’m done out there. After I make Felix Hernandez regret ever stepping into the ring with me...then I tell her. I put out the whole feeler about her and Ash possibly moving in. I don’t know if it’ll happen but at least I want to let her know the good news.
Miles: You’re serious about this aren’t you?
LJ (smirking now): Dead serious. I’ve waited long enough for everything else in my life. I’m done waiting.
Miles (claps his brother’s shoulder): Then go take care of business. And after that? Go take care of home. Dinner after the show maybe?
LJ: Yeah, I’ll let her know. Kick ass later, bro.
Miles: Break a leg out there.
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.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome THE NEW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPION, the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!
Simone: It’s been two weeks since Victoria’s historic reign with that that title ended at Summer XXXTreme but it feels surreal knowing that it’s in the hands of the youngest bombshell on the roster! 371 Days, Eight Defences, the last Bombshell to even get close to that was Krystal Wolfe who’s number of successful of defences Victoria matched before Harper ended it.
Adams: Just like her older cousin Jessie Salco Harper’s first title win was the Bombshell Roulette Title, and now she’s all set to go on her own reign!
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, the Bombshell Roulette Championship that was previously around her waist how held high above her head, she hands the title to Josh before sghe 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 and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh hands her the title back and joins her in the ring as Harper grabs a mic.
Harper: 1,070 days, big number huh? And no, that’s not me making a bold as fuck prediction for my reign’s length, that’s long many days have passed since I signed my first SCW Contract back in 2023!
Harper states as she holds her title high.
Harper: And now? Just under two years later? I have won my first title in SCW, in the process ending the tyrannical reign of Queen Victoria! I ensured that this title has a new home and that’s at my loft back in Las Vegas!
Harper adds as she looks at her new title.
Harper: Of course, once the celebrations settled down? I had a lot of things on my mind, what kind of champion will I be? Who will be my first challenger? When will that title match take place? Will Victoria try to take back the championship from me?
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: Well, in part three of those questions were answered after the show, Victoria clearly has her sights set on the Bombshell Internet and World Bombshell Title divisions, my next challenger is being determined in tonight’s main event and as for when? Whenever the bosses feel like scheduling it I guess.
Josh: Probably at Violent Conduct.
Harper: Yeah, probably.
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: You’ll have to excuse Josh, he’s jet jagged from the Wrestleleague show that aired last night so he’s not in a talkative mood, same reason Jessie can’t be here tonight despite planning to be here, but back to tonight’s Main Event! The Disco Inferno Dance of Death Match: Cassie vs. Alicia vs. Seleana!
Harper lets out a sigh of relief.
Harper: Thank fuck that’s not my first defence! Not because I don’t think I’d win, oh no, I just can’t dance for shit!
Simone: Gotta love her honesty!
Adams: She says that now…………….
Harper: Cassie, Alicia. Bea, Seleana? Good luck tonight, I’ll be watching! And as for now? The reign of Harper Mason has begun!
Harper leaves the ring with Josh holding her title above her head as she heads up the ramp.
The camera cuts to the backstage area of the nightclub-themed UNVRS arena, where SCW Owner Christian Underwood stands in front of the Roulette wheel. He’s dressed sharply, holding the championship belt with a firm expression. The background buzzes with backstage personnel, and the tension is palpable.
Christian: Ladies and gentlemen of the SCW Universe... I wish I was here with better news.
He raises the Roulette Championship belt into frame.
Christian: Earlier tonight, our scheduled Roulette Championship match between Guy and Vincent Lyons Jr. was set to open the show. The wheel was spun. The stipulation was set. The world was watching...
He pauses, frustration clear on his face.
Christian: But Guy has chosen not to show up. As of this moment, he has failed to meet his contractual obligation to defend this championship.
He lowers the belt slightly and speaks with finality.
Christian: And because of that, I am left with no choice but to officially strip Guy of the Roulette Championship and award the title to the man who did show up, who was prepared to fight, and who earned his opportunity... Vincent Lyons Jr.
He holds the belt up again as the camera zooms slightly in.
Christian: Congratulations, Vincent. You may not have won the championship the way that you had hoped, but tonight you’ve proven what it means to be a professional. You are now the new SCW Roulette Champion.
He turns and walks off with purpose, leaving the shot focused on the championship belt for a few moments before fading back to ringside.
“Hey You” by Nova Rockefeller plays on the PA as the former Bombshell Roulette Champion Victoria Lyons makes her way out onto the stage, looking at the crowd with an unreadable expression.
She rolls her eyes and went to flip of the hair makes her way down the ramp and into the ring where she's given a microphone.
Victoria Lyons: Look I'm not going to come out here to make any excuses okay? Harper Mason beat me and she is your new Bombshell Roulette Champion but there's a very good reason why she was the one to beat me. Because I made Harper Mason.
She smirks as the crowd boos her.
Victoria Lyons: I planted that first seed a year or so ago by putting her in that handicap match and she said it herself she had a grudge ever since that means it changed something in her then I tried to open her eyes to the true nature of Cassie wolf and that further messed with her mind. Harper Mason wanted nothing more than to rip my head off, and thanks to the seeds I planted, while I still have my head, she was able to go to the distance and end my glorious reign.
Victoria pauses as the crowd boos.
Victoria Lyons: I just hope she proves to continue and be a proper successor I will be watching. But it won't only be you I'm watching said Victoria because now that I have no championship, now that I'm no longer the target and nobody's hunting me, that means I get to be the hunter. Do any of you know how a lioness hunts?
She pauses.
Victoria Lyons: They stalk, they lie in wait and they wait their time for the perfect moment and they wait for the perfect prey and when they do strike they strike with ferocity and precision. So that means all you Bombshells need to keep your head on a swivel because you might be next.
Her voice still holds that usual confidence.
Victoria Lyons: All I wanted was my flowers for everything I did in my rookie year. I broke records and I made the Bombshell Roulette Championship mean something in this company. I did that! Me!
The crowd boos some more.
Victoria Lyons: year two is going to be even better so I say this, Kayla Richards keep your head on a swivel, Lillith Locke, keep your head on a swivel, Andrea Hernandez, keep your head on a swivel, Harper Mason, keep your head on a swivel. All of Harper's potential contenders tonight? Keep your head on a swivel. Anyone who holds a championship, or is in line for the opportunity to earn one…? Keep your head on a swivel. You never know where or when I might strike next. But when I do I will hold a championship around my waist again. The question is which one of you will I be taking a championship from and when.
She pauses again before grinning.
Victoria Lyons: Let the hunt begin.
She drops the mic and exits to “Hey You” by Nova Rockafeller has the crowd continues booing.
Adams: Strong words from the former Bombshell Roulette Champion.
Simone: And the mind games have begun. She wants all the bombshells looking over their shoulders for her.
There is a roving camera person walking in the hallway in the backstage area. They hear a door to one of the dressing rooms open and then turn around to see Felix Hernandez coming out of his dressing room. When Felix begins walking down the hallway to where the staging area where wrestlers get in place to make their entrances for their matches the camera person asks if it is okay for them to follow him with their camera and Hernandez gives them permission. As they begin walking to where the staging area is located he glances over at the camera to make comments as he makes his way to where the staging area is located.
Felix: I want everyone to know that the incident I had with Justin Smith earlier today at the Meet And Greet area where fans can talk with wrestlers they enjoy watching in the ring. I was minding my own business when Justin stumbled around in front of me and I got knocked into him. Although Justin refused to verbally comment to me on what happened at that time he did give me looks that made me upset and ready to kick his butt. So I issued a challenge to him to get into the ring with me in the near future and that I will ask Sin City Wrestling Management to make our match a Retirement Match. That means the wrestler who loses our match has to permanently retire from the sport of Wrestling. I am waiting to hear the decision from Management and if they agree to the Retirement Match for me and Justin then the career of Justin Smith will be ended by me.
Felix is met by a backstage attendant and they inform him which way to turn to get to the staging area to be ready to make his entrance for his match. Felix makes the turn then he continues with his comments as he makes his way to the staging area.
Felix: Now that I am done commenting to Justin Smith I will now send comments in the direction of LJ Kasey. Well, LJ, are you looking forward to this match against me or are you worried knowing that I am going to send you back to basic wrestling training after I easily defeat you in our match? To be honest with you it does not matter what you think as I know what I know and I know I am walking away from our match as the winner. Hope you are ready to get into the action of our match because I am damn sure ready! See you in the ring shortly.
Felix Hernandez reaches the staging area and he stops to wait for the introduction to be ready to make his entrance. The camera person explains they need to get off to follow other wrestlers and Felix thanks the camera person for their time.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Frankie Holliday.
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.
Once she hits the ringside area, 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 herself for the match.
Justin: and her opponent. Making her way to the ring being accompanied to the ring by her sister Phoebe “Sapphire” Steele from London, England, RISING FROM THE ASHES…. She is “The Phoenix” Kate "Diamond" Steele!!!!!!!!
Sapphire: AHEM!!!!!
Sapphire doesn’t seem impressed as she yells into the microphone and slides an index card to Justin.
Justin: She is the MISTRESS OF THE MEGAPHONE, THE COUNTESS OF CATCH WRESTLING, THE SORCERESS OF SUBMISSIONS, THE SPARKLING SENSATION, THE SHINING STAR, THE PRINCESS OF PUNK, GOD’S GREATEST GIFT & GEMSTONE, DIAMOND STEELE!
Sapphire: Much Better.
As the drums in the song pick up, Steele takes a moment before running the remaining few feet and slides into the ring but before she can get to her feet, Holliday attacks and begins to stomp as the ref indicates for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Simone: Holliday waste no time in getting this match started as she attacked Steele as gets into the ring.
Holliday continues to stomp, as Steele tries to cover up the best she can as Holliday then begins to club Steele a couple of times, as Steele pushes herself to her knees before Holliday grabs Steele by the hair and partially pulls her up and fires in some insults before dragging her up, where she releases Steele’s hair and then goes to fire in a slap but it’s blocked and Steele fires in the slap, which shocks Holliday and stumbles backwards and Steele follows her and then fires in a mule kick to Holliday’s stomach, which Holliday doubles over before Steele grabs her hand and then goes to Irish whip her into the ropes, which is countered by Holliday and Steele bounces off the ropes and dodges the wild swing from Holliday before Steele bounces off the ropes and as she comes back she leaps up and looks to go for a headscissors takedown, but instead she shifts her weight and drags Holliday down to the mat and into a pin…
Adams: Steele tries to cover up, but Holliday continues to attack, however, Steele gets to her knees before being pulled up by Holliday and Holliday insults Steele before pulling her up fully, which Steele delivers a slap.
Simone: Don’t think Holliday was expecting that, as Holliday stumbles back and Steele fires in a mule kick. She then sends Holliday into the ropes, but Holliday counters and Steele bounces off the ropes and dodges the wild swing and she bounces off the ropes and leaps up with a headscissors takedown. But she doesn’t use the full move and she shifts her weight and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Holliday kicks out, as Steele remains on her feet, as Holliday makes her way to her feet and Steele moves towards Holliday and Holliday turns and tries to catch Steele with a boot, but Steele grabs her foot and Holliday holds her hands up to plead for a moment, before Steele drops her foot and spins around and catches her with another mule kick to the stomach, which doubles over Holliday and Steele grabs Holliday and pushes her up against the ropes and then grabs her hand and Irish whips her across the ring, which Holliday bounces off the ropes, as Steele follows and bounces off the same ropes and Holliday turns to see Steele coming back at her and tries to go for the high elbow but Steele blocks and spins her around off Holliday’s back before grabbing her hand and hitting an arm drag.
Adams: Holliday kicks out, as Steele remains standing before Holliday makes her way to her feet. Steele approaches and Holliday tries to surprise Steele, but Steele catches her foot, which she then drops, and she catches Holliday with another kick and then she Irish whips Holliday and Steele speeds things up and Holliday looks for an elbow, but it’s blocked and is hit with an arm drag.
Holliday climbs back to her feet a little bit unsteady, while Steele stays on one knee and Holliday rushes forward before Steele trips Holliday and she lands on her back and Steele goes for a pin.
ONE!
Kick out!
Simone: Steele goes for a pin, but Holliday kicks out.
Holliday kicks out, as Steele makes her way back to her feet but Holliday now trips pulls Steeles foot from underneath her and goes for a pin…
ONE!
Kick out!
Steele now kicks out, as Holliday rolls away before she and Steele make their way back to their feet and moves to the centre of the ring, where Steele fires in a forearm shot into her face, which rocks Holliday a little and Steele fires in another forearm shot on Holliday as she then grabs Holliday around the head before taking her down to the mat, where she keeps hold of her hair.
Adams: Holliday tries for the same move and covers Steele for a one count. They both make their way back to their feet, where Steele hits a forearm shot on Holliday and hits another before taking her down to the mat.
Steele smirks and proceeds to deliver a kick to Holliday spine, which Holliday cries out as Steele delivers another kick to the spine, which Holliday lets out a winded muted cry, before Steele releases and hits once more kick before turning her back to Holliday and throwing a kick backwards and catches Holliday in the head. Steele smirks and pulls Holliday backwards onto her back and Steele turns and leaps onto the ropes and hits a springboard legdrop before going for the pin…
Simone: Steele violently kicks Holliday in the spine a few times before catching Holiday in the head and before pushing her back and hits a springboard legdrop and into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kick out!
Holliday kicks out, as Steele shakes her head, as she climbs back to her feet and grabs Holliday and drags her up and pushes her up against the ropes. Steele fires in some forearm shots before backing away and then charges in and goes for a corner yakuza kick but Holliday ducks out of the way and Steele lands in the ropes. Holliday goes to move from the ropes, but Sapphire grabs a foot and momentarily distract Holliday and allows Steele to untangle herself and charges at Holliday.
Adams: Holliday kicks out with, as Steele looks a little frustrated, as she moves back to her feet and drags Holliday along the way, where she fires in some forearm shots and then pushes her into the corner, where she then look for a yakuza kick, but Holliday moves and Steele ends up in the corner.
Simone: Sapphire interfere that best she can, which does distract Holliday.
Holliday gets an elbow up and catches Steele, who stumbles away and Holliday shakes off Sapphire as the ref gives a stern warning to Sapphire who pleads innocence and backs off, as Steele rushes back in and this time Holliday gets a foot up into Steele’s face and Steele stumbles away again and Holliday rushes forwards and catches Steele with a forearm across the back of her head and Steele drops to a knee and Holliday turns and rushes forward and catches her with a boot to the face.
Adams: The distraction doesn’t work out and Holliday shakes off Sapphire and Holliday catches Steele with an elbow. Steele tries again but this time Holliday gets a foot up and connects with Steele’s face. Holliday then pounces.
Steele falls backwards stunned and Holliday quickly follows up with a pinpoint elbow drop, but she doesn’t stop and hits a couple more elbow drops before following up with a standing legdrop. Holliday rolls Steele onto her stomach and then begins to tie her up and locks in a Boston crab.
Simone: Holliday proceeds to work over Steele with elbow drops and a leg drop before locking in a Boston crab.
Holliday stares at Sapphire with a smile, as Steele grimaces in pain, as Holliday squats down a little more for more pressure, as the ref moves in and checks on Steele who refuses to give up. Sapphire shouts encouragement towards her sister and she reaches out trying to grab her hand, but she is too far away and instead Steele claws at the mat as she drags herself and Holliday towards the ropes.
Adams: Holliday makes eye contact with Sapphire, showing that she can’t do anything about. However, Steele doesn’t give up and she attempts to drag herself to the ropes.
Holliday shakes her head and releases Steele before turning and grabs Steele by the hair and drags her up, where she then hits a clothesline and sends Steele down to the mat once more. Holliday stomps on Steele before grabbing her by the hair and drags her up, where she looks prepares to set up for the Ode to Amber Ryan (Mschif’s Desecrator). Sapphire sees this coming and leaps onto the ropes and distracts the referee. Holliday hesitates as she releases Steele as she looks to Sapphire and pushes passed the ref and begins to argue with Sapphire.
Simone: Holliday releases the submission hold and she grabs Steele, where she continues to work on Holliday and she looks to hit the Ode to Amber Ryan, but Sapphire leaps onto the apron and distract the ref and Holliday is suckered in.
Steele yells at the referee and distracts them as she says that she has an injury and Holliday swings at Sapphire and Sapphire ducks and grabs Holliday’s head and rope hangs her. Holliday stumbles backwards and Steele gets back to her feet and grabs Holliday and drags her down to the mat, where she grabs a handful of ring gear and rolls her up…
Adams: Steele distracts the referee now and claims she has an injury.
Simone: The ref falls for this and Sapphire attacks Holliday and this gives Steele the opening she wants and grabs a handful of ring gear and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Holliday kicks out but it’s a little too late.
Adams: That’s too much ring gear she held onto their, as Holliday kicks out a little too late and Steele picks up the win.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Kate Steele!
Steele quickly exits the ring, as her music hits over the p.a and Sapphire moves to her and she raises her arm in victory, as Holliday argues with the referee about her tights being held but the referee shrugs.
LIVE! September 14, 2025! From South Beach in Miami, Florida!
It's....!
Bea Barnhart in walking down the backstage hallway and she appears to be going to the entrance area where Felix THE CAT Hernandez and LJ Kasey will soon get into their match. Bea approaches Felix and taps him on the shoulder. Due to numerous altercations recently Felix spins around to see who is tapping him on the shoulder. When Felix sees that the person is Bea Barnhart he backs down.
Felix: Oh! It is you Bea. I thought someone was about to attack me. What can I do for you?
Bea: Felix we have been friends for a long time. I want you to back down and tone down your attitude and comments to others in Sin City Wrestling. What you did to Justin Smith was way over the top and you were insulting and demeaning to him when he kept his comments to himself and didn’t cause an issue.
Felix: So now you are telling me how to run my life and my position as a wrestler in Sin City Wrestling. I know you serve as my Manager but I do not need to be talked down to. You are no longer going to serve as my Manager.
Bea: Felix I have no idea what got into you recently. You have been rude and aggressive and sarcastic. I accept that I will no longer be your Manager but you also have to accept the consequences of your actions.
Felix: Like what? That I have demanded a match against Justin Smith and the loser has to retire from Wrestling? I got this in the bag Bea.
Bea: A trash bag perhaps.
Felix: Just watch me take care of LJ Kasey then if Management schedules the Retirement match for me against Justin Smith you will be a beliver in me.
They are calling Felix to be ready to make his entrance. Bea turns and walks away shaking her head in that she cannot believe what became of Felix Hernandez.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Felix The Cat theme song hits the speakers as Felix Hernandez, who has the nickname THE CAT, steps out from the backstage area. He stops at the middle of the landing while the Felix The Cat theme song plays. When the song ends Felix Hernandez starts to walk down the ramp to the ring. When he arrives at ringside he walks up the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. After playing up the crowd for a short time Felix walks to a corner and waves to the fans. Felix then leans back into the corner to await the arrival of his opponent. Felix glares at LJ on the opposite side of the ring.
Simone: And here comes trouble—Felix ‘The Cat’ Hernandez, and with him, the ever-devious Bea Barnhart and that walking slab of bad intentions, ‘Bulldog’ Bill.
Adams: Call him what you want, Simone, but Felix is a master of strategy. He doesn’t need rules. He creates the rules.
Simone: Oh please, Felix bends reality until it snaps. The only reason he's even walking out here is because of backup like that.
Bea is with him, walking slowly behind them. Felix mocks the crowd, blowing kisses and smirking as he climbs the ropes, soaking in the boos. Bea claps slowly, smugly. Bulldog Bill just stares, arms folded like a human cinderblock.
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. Beside him is his girlfriend Alexandra Calaway.
Justin: And now introducing his opponent. From Middleton, United Kingdom. Residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. Being accompanied by Alexandra Calaway. 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 Felix, 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 Felix, 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: And listen to this ovation! LJ Kasey is here, and he’s not alone—there’s Alexandra by his side, the heart in his corner tonight.
Adams: Ugh. All this energy, all these high hopes—it’s cute, Simone. But Felix is a dream killer. He’s going to tear this kid down.
Simone: He’s not a kid anymore, Adams. He’s a contender, and tonight could be the night everything changes.
DING DING DING
Simone: The bell is sounded, and this is the opportunity LJ Kasey has been clawing for. Let’s see if he can survive Felix ‘The Cat’.
Adams: Survive? Please. Felix doesn’t wrestle matches — he orchestrates chaos.
Felix and LJ circle. Felix feints a tie-up, then slaps LJ hard across the face.
Simone: Cheap shot! That’s vintage Felix.
LJ doesn’t hesitate, he lunges in, grabbing Felix in a tight waist lock. Felix tries to escape, but LJ transitions beautifully into a quick standing switch, then hits a mat return takedown and floats over into a front headlock. Felix squirms, pops out, rolls to his knees, and slaps on a headlock of his own. LJ fights up, shoots him into the ropes. Felix ducks a roundhouse, rebounds, and gets dropped by a dropkick square in the chest! Felix rolls to the corner, surprised. He pops up and charges again, deep arm drag by LJ! Another arm drag into an armbar!
Adams: He's not supposed to have Felix grounded like this!
Simone: That’s what happens when you disrespect a technician!
Felix rakes the eyes, rolls under the ropes and shouts at Bea. The ref backs LJ up. Felix reenters and this time fakes a lock-up again but boots LJ in the gut and nails a sharp uppercut forearm, then a European uppercut that stuns LJ.
Alexandra tries to rally behind LJ. But keeps an eye out for Bea or Bill to get involved. Felix goes to work, snapmare, stiff kick to the spine, then slaps the back of LJ’s head. He pulls him up, whip to the ropes, kitchen sink knee to the gut. LJ flips over violently, clutching his ribs. Felix drags him up and whips him to the corner, charging with a running back elbow, then pulls him into a short-arm lariat. Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Felix doesn’t let up. He mounts LJ and drops forearms to the side of the head, then stomps the left leg repeatedly.
Simone: He’s isolating the leg. Looking for that Figure Four or Ankle Lock later.
Felix grabs the ankle, dragon screw! LJ screams out, clutching the knee. Felix grabs it again, second dragon screw! Then rolls through into a knee bar! LJ reaches, screaming, twisting and finally grabs the bottom rope. Felix breaks at four, grinning. He drags LJ to the apron, positions his leg on the edge, and drops a knee across it, then again! He pulls LJ out suplex from the apron to the floor! LJ crashes hard. At this point Alexandra starts yelling at Felix, but LJ motions for her to stay back. She relents though not happy about it.
Adams: That’s how you end a breakout moment: drop it flat on concrete!
Felix waves to the crowd mockingly, then throws LJ back in. Cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Felix goes for a Figure Four, but LJ kicks him off, straight into the corner post! Felix stumbles back. LJ slips into the corner and hits him with a Canadian destroyer!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Felix pops up, charges LJ leapfrogs him, then hits a ROUNDHOUSE KICK from behind! Felix drops to one knee and hits a running lariat! Both men are down! Alexandra slaps the mat, rallying the crowd. LJ hobbles up, favoring the leg, but fires off sharp kicks to Felix’s chest. Roundhouse to the back of the head! Felix stumbles forward hitting a sitout spanish fly.
Simone: WHAT A COUNTER!
Adams: NO! NO! DON’T LOSE TO THIS KID!
ONE!
TWO!!
T—KICKOUT!!!
LJ screams, feeling the momentum. He points to the top rope. He climbs slowly, holding the knee diving cutter attempted! Felix sidesteps and spins LJ midair scoop backbreaker immediately into the Ankle Lock!
Adams: He caught him! Ankle Lock! Tap, kid! TAP!
LJ is dragging himself, twisting, writhing, and finally rolls through, sending Felix through the ropes! LJ pulls himself up suicide dive through the ropes! Lands on his feet, tosses Felix in. Climbs the ropes again, diving cutter connects this time.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO!
Simone: How?! HOW did Felix kick out?
LJ doesn’t stop and signals for the Kingslayer! He grabs Felix, spins into the hammerlock, but Bea jumps on the apron! The ref is distracted, giving Bulldog Bill the chance to slide in and hit LJ with a lariat!
Adams: YES! Clean up, crew!
Bill rolls out just in time. Felix crawls over, after the lariat from Bill and attempts to pin LJ
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Felix is furious. He shouts at Bea to get Alexandra. Alexandra yells right back — and climbs onto the apron! As the referee tries to regain control in the ring, chaos brews at ringside. Bea Barnhart and Alexandra Calaway are nose-to-nose, shouting over one another, their voices cutting through the noise of the crowd. Suddenly, without hesitation, Alexandra hauls back and slaps Bea square across the face, the sharp crack echoing through the arena. The fans erupt as Bea stumbles backward in shock, clutching her cheek, eyes wide in stunned silence. Alexandra stands her ground, fire in her eyes, daring her to retaliate.
Simone: Justice served!
LJ is staggering. Felix charges and misses the knee strike on LJ! LJ with a low dropkick to the knee! Felix stumbles reverse spin michinoku driver. He looks around. The crowd is screaming. He slowly drags himself to the ropes. LJ climbs up and hits the Blast from the Past!
Simone: He hit it! HE HIT IT!
Adams: No no no no...
LJ doesn’t even cover, he wants to end it. LJ pulls Felix up, hammerlock. Spins.
KINGSLAYER!!!
Simone: PLANTED HIM!
LJ drops down and goes for the pin, just as the referee drops for the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner by pinfall… LJ KASEY!
Kingslayer by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL) hits as the crowd comes unhinged.
Simone: He did it! After all the setbacks, all the interference, all the heartbreak—LJ Kasey just arrived in a whole new way tonight!
Adams: No, no, no! You can’t tell me this is how it ends. Felix had this thing locked down—until Alexandra stuck her nose where it didn’t belong!
Simone: You mean like Felix and Bea have been doing in every match they touch? Turnabout is fair play, Adams and tonight, LJ finally flipped the script.
Inside the ring, LJ leans on the ropes, exhausted, adrenaline still pulsing. Alexandra slides in beside him and throws her arms around him. LJ clutches her back, breathing hard, nodding. He knows what this win means.
Simone: This wasn’t LJ’s debut. This wasn’t a fluke. This was a man who’s scratched, clawed, and sacrificed to prove he belongs. And tonight, he beat Felix ‘The Cat’ Hernandez at his own dirty game.
Adams: And if Bea hadn’t been caught off guard? If Bulldog Bill didn’t get dropped? We’d be having a very different conversation.
Simone: But they did. Because LJ Kasey didn’t just show up. He came in prepared. Laser focused. Ready. And he just took down one of the most underhanded competitors we’ve seen in years.
Felix is dragged from the ring by Bea, humiliated, shouting at the official and throwing a tantrum. Bulldog Bill stalks behind them, jaw clenched, clearly steaming. The villains retreat in disgrace while the crowd chants. YOU GOT BEAT! YOU GOT BEAT!
LJ looks out over the sea of cheers, then climbs the second rope. He slaps his chest and points to the crowd. Alexandra claps and mouths This is yours, as the moment sinks in.
Simone: LJ’s been on the cusp for months. Close calls. Big fights. Near misses. But tonight… This is the night LJ Kasey made it real. A victory over Felix, with all the odds stacked against him, and the whole world watching.
Adams: Don’t crown him yet, Simone. He got through Felix. Barely. But there are sharks in this division.
Simone: Then they better swim faster. Because LJ Kasey isn’t chasing the pack anymore—he’s leading it.
As the music fades, LJ and Alexandra stand side by side in the center of the ring, arms raised together and bathed in the golden glow of the spotlight and the sound of the fans chanting. L-J! L-J! L-J! The screen fades out on the two of them face to face, foreheads pressed together.
Ms. Rocky Mountains meets Mercedes Vargas in a private lounge area just off the main room at UNVRS, where the distant pulse of Ibiza’s legendary nightlife serves as a constant reminder that even backstage, the energy never fades.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, you made sure to get this interview time tonight. After your loss at Summer XXXTreme, how do you respond in coming up short in your title defense?
Mercedes stands solid with her arms folded, never taking her eyes off Rocky.
Mercedes: I didn’t fly all the way to Ibiza, Spain to play small or act humble, Rocky. If you’re expecting damage control, you’re at the wrong interview. Thats Bella's lane.
Crystal Caldwell appears at Mercedes’s side, arms folded, a clear nod of agreement reinforcing every word Mercedes says.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Do you think you've maybe underestimated Lilith after what happened at the supercard?
Mercedes: Underestimate her? Hardly. Lilith managed to outlast both me and Bella Madison in that chaotic, wet-and-wild Ultimate X match. Did she get lucky? Absolutely. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. She caught lightning in a bottle, but let’s not call this a new era, Rocky. That’s just a borrowed trophy she’s holding, and I plan on collecting it tonight. I'm not just walking into that match — I'm taking everything back. Title, spotlight, respect — all of it.
Crystal: One win doesn’t rewrite history, Rocky. If Mercedes walked out with the title at Summer XXXTreme, Bella would be done. That was her stipulation.
Mercedes: Instead, Lilith gets to call herself champ for a little while longer — and she should be grateful. If she wasn't clinging to borrowed gold, she'd be sitting right next to Bella.
Crystal gives an approving clap, slow and deliberate, adding just enough emphasis to remind everyone who she’s standing with. She whispers, “Let them know,” quietly but audibly enough for Rocky to catch.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Some are saying your reign was short-lived, Mercedes. What do you say to that?
She tilts her head and steps closer to amplify her words, then adjusts her stance with a slight smirk as she makes her point clear.
Mercedes: If you call under two months “short,” I can only imagine what you’d call most of the careers in this division. My “short” reign’s worth more than half the resumes floating around this company. Not everyone can say they’ve made a legacy. Not everyone’s name actually means something when it’s on the match card. Mine does. Always have, always will.
Crystal lets out a low, knowing laugh, gesturing confidently to Mercedes as if to say, “preach.” with a lift of her chin. The five-time world champion stands slightly behind Mercedes, providng backup without ever taking the spotlight.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So is it about revenge, or reclaiming what’s yours?
Crystal: Maybe if you’d ever held gold, Rocky, you’d know. It’s not about revenge. Simple as that.
Mercedes: I gave Lilith a taste of what it means to stand across from legacy — this time, she chokes on it. I just want what’s mine. And for the record, when I say I’ll become a three-time Bombshell Internet Champion, it’s not aspiration or wishful thinking. It’s inevitable.
Crystal nods again, arms still folded, lips curled in a measured smirk. She glances at Rocky as if daring her to challenge the truth of Mercedes’s statement.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Any message for Lilith Locke ahead of tonight?
Mercedes: Balloons, confetti, red carpets—make it a spectacle. By all means, Lilith, pop your cheap champagne, strike your poses, soak it up. You should've sent those invitations express. The party's over.
Crystal: Keep that belt warm, Lilith. You're on borrowed time. Tick-tock, bitch.
Crystal steps forward, placing a hand supportively on Mercedes’s shoulder. She looks to the camera.
Mercedes: And that’s not a threat, it’s just the facts.
Mercedes takes a slow breath, steady and resolute, before casting one last glance toward the camera. Her voice doesn't rise — it doesn't have to. The conviction says it all. She adjusts the cuffs of her jacket like she's already dressing for the post-match celebration.
Crystal: Come on, let's get out of here.
Mercedes brushes past Rocky, not waiting for another question. Crystal falls in beside her, and the lounge door swings open to the muted roar of the live crowd beyond.
The scene opens backstage where we see Cassie Wolfe leaning against the wall. ahead of her match against Alicia, Seleana and Bea for a shot at the Roulette Championship.
Cassie: At Summer XXXTreme Harper became the first Hero Academy graduate to win a title in SCW and tonight? The first graduate is fighting for a shot against her alongside Alicia Lukas, Bea Barnhart and Seleana Zdunich!
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: In a Disco Inferno Dance of Death Match! Seriously, how do they come up with this stuff? I spent most of the week having dance lessons!
Cassie grins.
Cassie: But it’ll be worth it once I get that shot at Harper! She may have dethroned the Queen but the Rebel Princess is coming for her throne!
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Simone: It’s time for our second title match of the evening and it’s a rematch from the last cycle as the new Bombshell Internet Champion Lillith Locke defends against the former champion Mercedes Vargas!
Adams: Those two have been at each other’s throats since Mercedes scored a controversial win over Lillith in the last cycle but now that Lillith has won her first title in SCW at Mercedes’s expense? Things have gotten heated and it’s not because of the Ibiza sun!
Simone: This should be a great match, let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship!
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!
Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is the reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion, LILLITH LOCKE!
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.
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 savoring the moment before the chaos begins.
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.
Simone: Lilith was the odd woman out in the Ultimate X Match as she was the only newcomer in a match that also featured Mercedes and Bella Madison and, at the time, had yet to win a title!
Adams: And that wasn’t even the most shocking thig at Summer
Treme!Justin: Introducing the challenger!
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, being accompanied by Crystal Zdunich, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, 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: And Mercedes has been closely linked with Crystal since she won the Internet Title from Bella!
Adams: Lillith and Jacob will have to keep a close eye on her!
Jacob warns Crystal to stay out of the match before taking the title from Lillith, however Mercedes wastes no time as she charges in for a sneak attack! Her younger opponent sees it coming and Lillith meets her dead on with a brawl as Jacob calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Simone: And we’re off to an explosive start already!
Adams: Lillith and Mercedes both want to leave Ibiza with the title!
Jacob tries to regain control early but neither champion nor challenger is listening to him as Lillith and Mercedes go at it! After a few minutes Mercedes backs Lillith to the ropes and hits a couple of knee strikes to her gut before whipping her off the ropes, Mercedes ducks down on the rebound but Lillith counters it, not with a kick but by leaping over Mercedes with a Sunset Flip for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes BARELY KICKS OUT! A stunned Mercedes quickly realizes how close she just was to defeat and charges Lillith with a lariat only to get caught with a Small Package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes barely kicks out again! Lillith taunts her by making a “this close” motion with her fingers and Mercedes bails from the ring to regroup!
Simone: Lillith nearly had the win in two successive pin fall attempts and we’ve only just got started!
Adams: The look on Mercedes’s face as it set in was priceless!
Crystal soon joins Mercedes at ringside and Mercedes has some words in Spanish for Lillith (which the locals in Ibiza DEFINITELY pick up on) but that is quickly set aside when they see Lillith gearing up fort a dive! Thinking quickly Mercedes pulls Crystal into Lillith’s path and she takes the brunt of the impact and when Lillith gets back to her feet? Mercedes is waiting for her and she takes the champ down with a running clothesline!
Simone: Like it or not, that’s the most involved Crystal’s been thus far!
Adams: And Mercedes has taken control from Lillith!
Crystal is giving Mercedes a “what the hell?!” look while Mercedes picks up Lillith and rolls her back in to the ring where she goes for her first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Lillith kicks out! But Mercedes isn’t one to be deterred as she grabs Lillith’s leg and locks in (no pun intended) a Single Leg Boston Crab on Lillith! Jacob quickly gets into position to check on Lillith but the champ isn’t about to give up her newly won title just yet!
Simone: And now Mercedes is slowing Lillith down with that Boston Crab!
Adams: And considering one of her finishers is a Death Valley Driver? That’s gonna hurt Lillith in the long run!
Lillith refuses to submit to Mercedes’s tactics and starts making her way to the ring ropes to force the rope break, however Crystal is now back on her feet and ready to hinder Lillith’s efforts! Unfortunately for her? Jacob threatens to disqualify Mercedes if she even thinks about getting involved and Crystal wisely backs off! However this gives Mercedes a bit more time to keep the hold locked in because of the distraction and she pulls Lillith back to the middle of the ring before going for a pin, using Lillith’s targeted leg!
ONE!
TWO!
And Lillith still kicks out!
Simone: The champ’s still in this!
Adams: For how long?
Both women get to their feet and Lillith has a noticeable limp as she does so, Mercedes notices this and tries to go after the bad leg again but Lillith uses her good leg to sweep the legs and send Mercedes into the middle rope! Lillith follows that up with a Springboard Leg Drop but it’s unclear if that move did more damage to Mercedes or Lillith, what isn’t unclear? Even after Lillith rolls back into the ring both Bombshells are down for the moment and Jacob starts his count.
Simone: It’s been said many times but………..
Adams: Whoever gets up first between Mercedes and Lillith will have a huge advantage!
Jacob’s count reaches seven before Lillith starts to stir and she lays one arm across Mercedes’s chest for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes kicks out! Both women slowly get to their feet but Lillith has to be running on adrenaline as she brings the fight to Mercedes, bad leg and all! Clotheslines? Check, Single leg dropkicks to protect her injured leg as much as possible? Yep! And she finishes it with a Cannonball in the corner! Crystal changes sides of the ring on the outside to check on Mercedes but Lillith is calling for her finisher!
Simone: Lillith just called for the Storm in my Head, the DVD Jason mentioned earlier!
Adams: Can she keep Mercedes up for it though?
Lillith gets Mercedes up for the move but her stance isn’t as strong as it could be because of her leg! Seeing an opportunity Crystal waits until Lillith is close to her position and when Jacob isn’t looking? She trips up Lillith! Mercedes lands on top of Lillith as she lands back first and with Jacob out of position? Crystal grabs Lillith’s legs to pin her down!
ONE!
Simone: NO! JACOB, LOOK!
TWO!
Adams: LILLITH IS BEING ROBBED BEFORE OUR EYES!
3!!!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPION, MERCEDES VARGAS!
Simone: Lillith just got robbed so blatantly it wasn’t even funny!
Adams: But Crystal and Mercedes will be laughing all the way to the bank!
Lillith sits up upon realizing what just happened and Mercedes bails before she can react! Crystal retrieves the title and Lillith has a very heated argument with Jacob!
The camera show switches backstage where the camera gets a shot of Bea Barnhart who just stepped out of her dressing room into the hallway. She sees the camera person and thanks them for their time to catch her pre-match comments. Bea stands facing the camera and launches into her pre-match comments.
Bea: First I want to state that I will win the Disco Inferno Dance and I will get the first choice of weapons to use against Alicia Lukas, Cassie Wolfe, and Seleana Zdunich. Then when our match starts I will destroy my my three opponents and move on to face Harper Mason for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. And, yes, I fully expect to win this match then win the match to de-throne Harper for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Bea is about to turn and head for the entrance area but she stops and again looks into the camera.
Bea: Alicia. . .Cassie. . .Seleana. . .and yes especially you HARPER. . .damn sure better be ready for what I am bringing to this match. I have had my sights set on the Bombshell Roulette Championship for a long time and this is my time to become the new Bombshell Roulette Champion!!!
Bea turns from the camera and heads off down the hallway in a run and she quickly disappears around a corner so the camera person cuts their feed on their camera.
Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” hits the speakers and the standing room only crowd within UNVRS roars as the World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter makes his entrance. Wearing his violet feathered jacket and his ring gear; the shimmering rainbow unitard and white boots. With the World Championship around his waist, Carter walks down the entrance aisle with purpose, slapping hands.
Arriving at ringside, Carter bounds up the ring steps and climbs through the ropes, walking the entirety of the six-sided ring, waving to the cheering fans with the brightest of smiles worn on his face. Stepping into the corner, Carter hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and dances along to the beat of the song that has fast become the calling card for the LGBTQ community. As the music begins to fade out, Carter drops down to the mat once again and reaches out through the ropes, accepting the house microphone from Justin Decent.
Carter pauses as he looks out to the cheering hordes of fans supporting him - accepting him, before he begins to address the SCW Universe.
HBCarter: You all know the song. You’ve heard it a thousand times. "Don't be a drag, just be a queen." But tonight, I’m not out here to entertain you with sass and bullshit. I'm here to remind you of why I wear this title.
Carter holds up the gold and jewelry encrusted championship belt and the gesture was openly appreciated by the fans.
HBCarter: This championship isn’t about flash and glamour. It's not about prancing about like some “woke” gesture tossed my way as a means of appeasement during Pride month. Like a certain someone implied.
Carter looks directly into the camera.
HBCarter: I am the World Heavyweight Champion. And I earned this title inside of the ring, against the best this company has to offer! And I did it not because I fit a mold or as some PR stunt! But because I broke the mold and made it all about myself! I don't just survive here. I thrive!
Carter pauses while the fans rally around him!
HBCarter: A few weeks ago, I stepped into that ring across from J2H. The very same man that some still call the greatest SCW has ever seen. Titles, records, legacy… all of it. I heard every whisper leading up to that match. Every doubt. Every “he’s not ready for J2H.” Well…
Carter smiles into the camera.
HBCarter: I met that challenge and I answered it! I proved to the WORLD that the great J2H is not invulnerable! And now? I’m still your SCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Carter raises the belt and rests it on his shoulder.
HBCarter: But this responsibility never stops. There’s always another challenger. Someone stepping up to try and take what you’ve earned. And now… I am against a man who's had one hell of a summer. Aiden Reynolds.
The crowd cheers for Aiden’s name to which Carter nods.
HBCarter: Yeah, I hear you. You love him. I get it. And truth be told, I respect the hell outta him. At Summer XXXTreme XIII, Aiden walked into one of the most unique wrestling matches in SCW history and came out the last man standing. That's not luck. That’s proof. That’s someone who’s hungry. He didn’t just earn a title shot. He took it.
Carter then pauses and a chuckle escapes him.
HBCarter: And the last man he threw over the top rope… was my husband, Miles Kasey. That was hard to watch. I’m not gonna lie to you. That was personal. But this is a sport built on moments like that. Aiden, you didn’t just eliminate a competitor. You eliminated my family. And now? Now you’re stepping into my ring to try and take my title. So let me make this clear. I don’t resent you. I don’t underestimate you. I know what kind of fight you bring, and I know how hard you’ve worked to stand where you’re standing.
But this championship? This is the crown I bled for. And I’m not handing it over to anyone. Not out of respect, not out of sentiment, not even if the fans chant your name louder than they ever have mine! You’re walking in with fire. I’m walking in with purpose.
So bring your fans. Bring every lesson you’ve learned from every loss you’ve taken. Aiden, you’re not here because the fans love you. You’re not here because it makes a good story. You’re here because you fought for it. Because you deserve this match. But guess what?
He steps right into the camera.
HBCarter: So do I!
He steps back out of the way, back into the center of the ring.
HBCarter: I deserve to stand in this ring and hold this title not because of what I wear, not because of who I love, but because I’ve beaten world champions! Because I’ve gone from a longshot to the shot…
Parkway drives vice grip hits and Aiden Reynolds steps out, a microphone in his hand already as he makes his way down to the six sided ring. He walks up the steps across the apron and stops looking at Carter and leaning on the top road before tilting his head and slowly getting in. He moves around Carter eyeing him up and down his eyes and focusing on the SCW heavyweight championship. The music dies down and Aiden clears his throat.
Aiden: Respect. You know, it’s funny mate that word always meant a lot to me. When I was first getting into the business that’s what I really wanted. I wanted to be looked at and respected. When the boys in the back talked about Me I wanted them to use that word. When these fans thought about Me that’s what I wanted them to think. I wanted people to respect me, I wanted people to like me. But do you know what I want now, Carter?
He steps forward reaching out with his finger and placing it on the belt.
Aiden: That…
The crowd reacts and Aiden smirks and steps back.
Aiden: respect is great except it doesn’t when you championships. And for the last two months I have run my mouth about everyone in this company. And all I’ve done is told the truth. And the truth is always hard to hear. And mate, I’m not gonna sit here and say you didn’t earn that championship because you goddamn right you did. You won the opportunity to fight for it, you then beat a three time SCW world champion, then you defended that championship against a champion who most people think of when they think of that title. And until recently he was the longest reigning champion of all time.
You did that and no one can take that away from you. I’m not gonna stand here and say you aren’t a hell of a wrestler, I’m not gonna stay here and say you’re not a hell of a competitor and you don’t deserve that but what I am going to tell you is this.
Aiden steps closer.
Aiden: I don’t give a shit. I don’t give a shit about that because I have to not give a shit about it. I am going to take that championship from you and I am going to become the world heavyweight champion. I’m not going to do it out of anger or malice, I’m not gonna do it because I dislike you or I hate you or I want to see you fail. I’m going to do it because I simply want to. I want to be the champion to do that I have to beat you. I want to be able to hold that title over my head and to do that I have to crush all of your dreams. and in the past I would be so hung up on respect and friendship that I would hesitate to pull the trigger. But not this time, not any more Carter. Whether I hate you or I like you or I think you’re a top person or I think you have earned anything doesn’t come into this. What does come into this is that I want to be champion I am going to.
Aiden lowers the mic and stays face to face with Carter. The two men get even closer when the ring is suddenly swarming with the officials of SCW, Jasmine St. John, Drew Patton, Jacob Summers and Dawn Barnes. The crowd boos for want of an impromptu fight as champion and challenger are separated.
Adams: Oooo!
Simone: Things are ALREADY getting heated up between Aiden Reynolds and Carter over that coveted World Heavyweight Championship!
The show cuts to the back where Scott Oliver is standing by.
Stoner Scott: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the current number one contender to the SCW Bombshells World Championship: Andrea Hernandez.
There is a very strong cheer with the audience as Andrea comes into the picture.
Stoner Scott: Andrea, you were able to come through in a huge way back at Summer XXXtreme. It wasn’t easy, but you were able to break out of what you have admitted was a psychological funk and came through just after it seemed like you were all but ready to quit after the triple threat match. How are you feeling now?
Andrea: Better.
Andrea pauses for a bit before she elaborates.
Andrea: I was absolutely out of it for months. I don’t need to belabor that point and that’s my own fault. Yeah, that triple threat was, in every sense of the word, humiliating. It was rock bottom. But, I was able to pull through. Most people in my situation would’ve given up but I didn’t. I know there was some chatter about how I didn’t deserve to be in that match at Summer XXXtreme, but I suppose that was proven wrong, wasn’t it? Not that, in all honesty, I need to prove anything to anyone.
Stoner Scott: Kayla Richards appears to think that you should take her opinions at face value and she seems to think that you don’t deserve to face her again. As a matter of fact, she seems to prefer facing Victoria Lyons instead of you and she’s even openly said that she’s out to destroy you.
Andrea doesn’t even flinch when Scott brings all of this up.
Stoner Scott: How do you feel about all that? Is there anything you want to say to her in this space regarding her comments and attitude about you?
Andrea: With all due respect, Scott? I would be wasting my time if I said what needed to be said about that with you. I know you want me to punch back and I get that there are people that want me to respond to all of that, but this is not the time. The only thing I am going to say right now is that someone, anyone, can have all the opinions that they want about me, but opinions is all that they are. I’m going to let her talk and chirp and tweet and lie and exaggerate as much as she wants. It’s not like she’s doing anything different than anyone I’ve ever dealt with in this company has ever had.
Andrea shrugs and Scott seems to be taken aback by this.
Stoner Scott: Huh, I was expecting you to go off on a passionate rant about all of that yet, you’re not even flinching.
Andrea: I’m not rising to that right now. You can bet that when it’s time to let it all out, I WILL let it all out because there are SO many things about her that I’ve been holding back for too long.
Stoner Scott: What makes you so sure that this time around is going to be the proverbial script flipper for you?
Andrea: I think you and everyone else needs to remember an important fact here. I am the only person in this company that has beaten Kayla Richards in a world championship match in this company. Let’s extend that further. I wasn’t even as confident as I’m becoming when I did so, so you can make an argument that I wasn’t even at my best when it happened. I WILL be at my best when Violent Conduct comes around and I am going to warn everyone that regardless of what type of match that it is, because I KNOW the reputation that particular supercard has, I’ll be ready for anything. I’m done holding back. I’m done being in my head. I’m done valuing the worthless opinions of other people, especially the ones that are shallow and stupid. Trust me, at the right time, I will have plenty to say.
Stoner Scott: You’re not worried about how she might respond to this?
Andrea: No.
Andrea doesn’t offer up any more than that as she seems like she’s being intentionally poignant with her words. She walks out of the interview at this point.
Stoner Scott: Well then… back to you guys.
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Helluva Bottom Carter (c) vs Aiden Reynolds
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Ms. Rocky Mountains ready to interview Logan Hunter ahead of the match against Miles Kasey. The Shields Sisters are nearby as always, Marissa leaning against the wall in the background with her arms crossed and Brooke at her much taller boyfriend’s side.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why is it always me that has to interview you guys?
Brooke: Because Scott and Pussy are cowards.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Right……………..
The backstage interviewer clears her throat.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So how’s Ibiza been treating you guys?
Marissa: I don’t want to talk about it!
Brooke: Trust us, it’s a long story involving a local creep.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I’ll take your word for it, now Logan you are facing Miles Kasey later, thoughts?
Logan: That fool needed outside help to beat me the first time. this won’t be a repeat!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: But Brooke……………..
Brooke: I’m at least honest about it and yet Carter and Miles get hailed as heroes? Fucking joke.
Logan: Soon to be fallen heroes!
Rocky walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first!
"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: From Sydney, Australia, and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke Shields, 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, Brooke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed.
"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.
“…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!”
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 Logan as he gets ready.
Justin: And his opponent, from Manchester, England, standing 6’1, MILLLLLES KASEY!!!
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings, signaling the match to begin. Logan and Miles stare across the six-sided ring at one another and start to move. The crowd starts to rise in volume as they move. The crowd seems to be behind Miles, as Logan ignores them and looks over to Brooke, who slams her fist on the mat telling Logan to get him. Logan nods and then explodes, running at Miles with reckless abandon. He fires off a right-handed lariat, but Miles ducks under it and then throws his leg back, going to kick Logan in the face. Logan ducks under it and then turns, going to try and hit Miles with a superkick. Miles ducks the superkick and then spins and twists, going for a spinning enzuigiri. Logan ducks under it, and Miles lands face-first on the mat.
Miles pops to his feet and, as Logan steps in, Miles rolls forward and throws himself off his shoulders, kipping up to his feet, spinning around and facing Logan. He jumps up and goes for a dropkick. But at the same time, Logan jumps up and goes for a dropkick as well. The two of them then spin and look at one another in a face-off. The crowd applauds as Miles simply smirks and shakes his head.
Adams: What a start to this match. Logan went right after Miles, but Miles was almost ready for him. Neither man was able to actually connect with anything they were throwing, but this was an excellent show that they are just as fast as each other.
Simone: They are a lot more even than people give them credit for. I still think Miles has a little bit more when it comes to athleticism, but Logan has a kind of disregard for his own well-being that very few people can stand up to.
Adams:But will that help him in this match, or will it end up being a hindrance?
Miles and Logan measure each other up and feel each other out, raising their hands and locking their fingers. After a few moments, they push against one another. Logan, though, slides down and grabs hold of Miles by the ankle, picking his leg and throwing Miles onto his back. He twists Miles by the foot, spinning him over before snapping around and going to lock in a single-leg crab. But Miles spins with it, hooks his legs around Logan, and pulls him down across his body, rolling him up and stacking Logan while going for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
Logan kicks out and rolls over to get to his feet. As Miles stands up, Logan blasts him with a superkick. Miles stumbles and turns. Logan ducks down and hooks Miles before picking him straight up in the air and dropping Miles down with a sheer drop brainbuster. Logan covers Miles.
ONE!
TWO!
Miles kicks out this time. Logan thought he had an early win and he slams his fist on the mat before getting to his feet. He moves over and gets onto the ring apron, grabbing the top rope. He measures Miles up and goes for his springboard flying elbow as Miles gets to his feet. Miles rolls across the ring, ducking the springboard elbow, and Logan is able to land on his feet. But as he turns around, Miles comes flying across the ring, jumping in the air, hitting a running double foot stomp, landing hard on Logan and slamming him against the mat. Miles rolls over his shoulder and gets to his feet before pumping his fist in the air and turning to wait for Logan to get back up.
Simone:Nearfall after nearfall. These two are going at it. It’s fast-paced and high impact. Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything less from these two.
Adams:And it also helps when you have two competitors who don’t like each other. Logan has made no secret that he does not respect Miles Kasey, and Miles Kasey has made no secret of the fact he wants to destroy Logan and beat the crap out of him.
As Logan gets to his feet, Miles goes for the Double-Edged Sword. But Logan ducks under it, and Miles flies across the ring and almost out of it. As he gets up, Logan runs across the ring and clotheslines Miles over it onto the floor. Miles lands and gets up, but as he does, Logan hits the opposing ropes, sprints across the ring, and throws himself out with a suicide dive, shoving Miles backward into the barricade. There is a loud crashing sound as Miles holds his back in pain. Logan pops to his feet and grabs hold of Miles, rolling him back in the ring. As he rolls in, Logan jumps onto the apron and then onto the top rope before flipping back with a moonsault, landing onto Miles. He hooks the outside leg and puts all of his weight on Miles' shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
Miles kicks out.
Simone:That was so close from Logan. A couple of high-risk moves seemed to pay off. In fact, he’s kind of taking a few pages out of Miles' book of tricks.
Adams:High risk can definitely pay off. But so far, Logan hasn’t been able to beat Miles.
Logan seems frustrated and he grabs hold of Miles, hooking his arms, going for the double underhook Impaler DDT. He lifts Miles up, but Miles fights it off and lands on the ground. Logan goes to do it again, and again Miles fights it off and lands on his feet. He then powers Logan up and takes him up and over, slamming Logan down before rolling off of him and shaking out his arms after being held in the double underhook position. Miles gets to his feet, and as Logan follows, Miles measures him up and jumps up, going for a reverse Frankensteiner. He spikes Logan on his head and Logan looks dazed. As Miles gets to his feet, Logan reaches forward and grabs Miles by the arm, turning and spinning him around, hitting him with a ripcord knee strike. The two men fall to the mat, exhausted, as the crowd applauds and starts to stomp their feet as Logan and Miles stir and drag each other to opposite ends of the ring.
They pull themselves up on the ropes and stare across at each other. They shake their heads, and as they rush into the center, Miles stops suddenly as Logan goes for a lariat. Miles hooks Logan by the arm and flips backward, landing a standing Spanish Fly. The two men crash onto the mat and Miles hooks Logan’s leg, going for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Logan kicks out!
Simone:That was so close!
Adams:Miles can’t believe it!
Simone:He has to get his head in the game.
Miles takes a few deep breaths and gets to his feet. He moves over to one of the corners and reaches over, slowly removing his right elbow pad and throwing it into the crowd. He then points at Logan and waits. Logan stirs and sits up before Miles comes flying in full speed, slamming his elbow into Logan’s head with the Double-Edged Sword. Logan is out, and Miles covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! Miles! KASEY!
The crowd cheers as the official raises Miles's arm in victory while Logan rolls out of the ring and into Brooke's waiting embrace to console him as she calls to the referee about Miles cheating in every way imagineable!
Justin Smith is seen in the locker room area and decides to talk about the incident with Felix “the Cat” Hernandez during the meet and greet event they were both at.
Justin: I want to address what happened during a recent meet and greet event I was at, where there was a situation between Felix “The Cat” Hernandez and myself. I was leaving my table to go use the bathroom, and Felix, being a stupid oaf, not paying attention to what he was going on around him, he bumped into me, and tried to blame me for the fact he wasn’t paying attention. Then he decided to freak out on me like it was my fault. After he went off on me for his lack of intelligence, I decided to ignore him to not cause a scene during the event. I informed both “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward and Christian Underwood of my frustration with Felix bumping into me during the event, and trying to pin it on me. I told them I wanted to teach the man a lesson, that actions have consequences. They agreed with me, and they said they would book us in a match with a special stipulation. They didn’t tell me about, and as curious as I was to what the stipulation was, I knew that if they wanted me to know right then and there, they would have told me.
Justin takes a deep breath before talking again.
Justin: Felix, be prepared to face the consequences of being a oblivious fool. You were so focused on being a fanboy opposed to being a wrestler, you would have seen me and not bump into me. But not only did you bump into me, you BLAMED me for bumping into you!!! I am going to teach you a lesson that you should have learned as a kid, and that is respect! You will be regretting bumping into me and blaming me and freaking out on me for your mistakes. There is nothing you will be able to do to weasel your way out of this.
Justin cackles as the scene fades to black.
The cameras catch up in the back of the arena where you can see a woman walking from behind. At first you can't quite tell who it is. She raises a hand and enthusiastically waves at a random stagehand. The fans go nuts!
Adams: I know who that is!!!
Simone: We haven't seen Candy in SCW since she lost to Necra.
Adams: I heard she had gotten hurt, but no one would, or could, confirm.
Simone: I had heard rumors she was fulfilling other obligations outside of SCW.
Adams: Doesn't matter! She's back!
Candy keeps walking but was stopped by Ms Rocky Mountains, causing her to turn around.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Candy? Can I get a moment of your time?
Candy: Of course.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: It's been several weeks since we've seen you in SCW. Where have you been?
Candy: Well, my match with Necra put me on concussion protocol, and it took a long time to get cleared. I was here today for my final visit with medical, and they finally gave me the all clear!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's great news! I'm sure the fans are excited to see you back in an SCW ring.
Candy: I hope so.
Before anything else can be said, Ruby, who was now roughly 4 years old, comes skipping over to Candy - Fluffy in tow of course.
Ruby: Mommy? We go see Bella and Mai!
Candy: Of course, sweety. Let's go find her right now.
Ruby gets excited and starts to run off down the hall, her protector Fluffy close behind. Candy giggles as she follows as cameras cut back to ringside.
WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
"Dreamkiller" Kayla Richards (c) vs Andrea Hernandez
Simone: It’s Main Event Time folks and this is going to be one of the Record Books! It’s the Disco Inferno Dance of Death Match to determine the first challenger for Harper Mason’s Roulette Championship as Cassie Wolfe, Alicia Lukas, Bea Barnhart and Seleana Zdunich do battle! In both dancing and wrestling! The match will open with a 30 Second dance off and then launch into a No DQ Match!
Adams: And we have Harper on Commentary to boot!
Harper: Hey guys!
Adams: Anyone you want to see win who isn’t Cassie?
Harper: Funny! But I’m confident that I can beat any of those four women, let’s take it to Justin!
Simone: THAT’S MY LINE!
Justin: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening and is a Disco Inferno Dance of Death Match for a shot at Harper Mason’s Roulette Championship!
The opening riff of “Wolf Within” hits the speakers and once the lyrics kick in Cassie Wolfe emerges from the back excited to start the match, with her hands on her leather jacket’s sides the rookie wrestler turns her back to the crowd, Joshua Acquin soon joins her, applauding his charge.
Justin: Introducing first, being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, from Greenock, South Australia and now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe!
When her name is announced Cassie spins around flashing the metal horns sign with her left hand and clapping fans hands with the other, when she reaches the ring Cassie jumps onto the apron before giving her hair a full flip and removing her jacket to give to a stagehand, she then jumps over the top rope and into the ring, rolling to her knees and basking in the moment.
Simone: So what happens if Cassie does win?
Harper: We talked it out yesterday, we’ll figure it out during the plane ride to the next stop on the tour.
Adams: Any insight?
Harper: That would be telling and jinxing Cass!
"I still wear this crown"
"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: From Atlanta, Georgia, she is the “Strong Style Southern Belle” ALICIA LUKAS!
Simone: Since her return Alicia has yet to reach the heights she once enjoyed as World Bombshell Champion!
Adams: Maybe she’s going for the Grand Slam?
Harper: Not if I can help it!
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.
Justin: From Lawrenceville, Georgia, BEA BARNHART!
Simone: You and Bea have a lot of history, don’t you Harp?
Harper: Unfortunately.
Adams: Want to talk about it.
Harper: Not really!
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5...
4...
3...
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat’s roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat” blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.
Justin: And from Halmstad Sweden, “THE CAT” SELEANA ZDUNICH!
Simone: Seleana is coming off a loss to Cassie at Summer
Treme and this would be a great way to bounce back!Adams: That’s a big if!
Harper: People were talking that way about my match with Victoria, remember?
Adams: ……..good point!
Once all four wrestlers are in the ring the disco ball descends and “Disco Fever” starts playing, prompting them (and Harper at the announcer’s desk) to start dancing, with varying degrees of grace, however as the 30 seconds elapses it emerges that Alicia and Cassie had the same idea: grab weapons and dance into attacking their opponents (Cassie spins into a chair shot to Bea’s back and Alicia finds creative ways to incorporate Singapore cane shots to Seleana into her dance moves prompting Holly to call for the bell.
Simone: I’ve officially seen it all in wrestling! Also, you’re not much of a dancer, aren’t you Harp?
Harper: No but I could’ve thrown in some martial arts kicks for variety! But I doubt you guys want to be kicked in the face!
Adams: …………..carry on!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Cassie and Alicia realize that that they had the same idea and go after each other, however their respective weapons manage to cancel each other out and the height and weight difference between Cassie and Alicia isn’t helping ether, this continues for a few minutes before Bea and Seleana re enter the fight, Seleana with a running Hurricanrana on Alicia and Bea with a chair shot to Cassie, dropping the Aussie! But it’s Seleana that goes for the first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea breaks it up with a kick to the face.
Harper: Everyone has a plan until they get kicked in the face!
Simone: Or hit with a chair!
Adams: Or both!
Seleana gets off Alicia and the two women start trading blows in the middle of the ring, Bea having discarded her chair for now, they end up brawling near the ring ropes before Alicia comes in from out of nowhere and takes them both to the outside with a Double Clothesline! Alicia follows them out and the three women start trading blows until the youngest wrestler in the match makes her presence known as Cassie wipes all three of them out with a running, no hands, suicide dive!
Simone: Cassie’s one of the Bombshell Division’s best high flyers and she just showed Alicia, Bea and Seleana why!
Adams: The parrelels between Roxi and Keira are clear here aren’t they Harp?
Harper: If you mean Cassie’s all about speed and high flying like Roxi while I’m all about the kicks and power than yeah! They were our trainers for a reason!
Cassie pick up Bea and rolls her back into the ring but rather than go for a pin she picks up Bea and drops her with the Down Under Driver! The Brainbuster is perfectly executed and Bea sits up from the impact which Cassie uses as an opportunity to hit one of her other signature moves: a running Soccer Kick to Bea’s face as she’s seated or GOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLL! Cassie goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alicia pulls Cassie out of the ring before Holly can count three.
Simone: Cassie’s showing that she’s no slouch in the power or kicks department either.
Harper: Yeah but the power from her kicks comes from her days of playing soccer in high school.
Adams: True as it may be, it is effective!
Once Cassia is on the outside Alicia levels her with a lariat before rolling into the ring. Bea is waiting for her and she catches Alicia off guard with a forearm shiver to the jaw before she hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline only for Alicia to duck under it and hit a German Suplex which Alicia bridges for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Selena breaks it up with a Singapore Cane shot to Alicia’s stomach! Alicia rolls out of the ring and Seleana turns her attention to Bea as she gets back to her feet, Seleana swings right as Bea gets to her feet but Bea ducks and hits a bulldog! Bea goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Cassie breaks it up with the “Air Aussie” 450 Splash!
Harper: Suddenly I’m glad I never became a ref!
Simone: Me too Harp, me too!
Adams: Seriously how do they keep track of this?!
Bea rolls out of the ring before Cassie can go for a pin attempt off her signature move but she spots Alicia sitting up in the middle of the ring clutching her stomach, Cassie switches gears by going for the GOOOOALLLLLLLLL kick again but Alicia has it scouted, tripping up Cassie after catching the kick and locking in a grapevined Ankle Lock!
Simone: That’s one way to ground a high flyer!
Harper: Especially since that’s the leg that got injured during soccer practice!
Adams: Didn’t that injury end Cassie’s soccer career?
Harper: Yep!
Holly gets into position to check to see if Cassie’s ready to submit but the Aussie refuses to submit and Josh shouts words of encouragement to his young charge! Luckily for Cassie? Seleana breaks it up with a springboard moonsault on Alicia! Alicia is forced to get go off the hold and Cassie rolls away while clutching her leg in pain while Seleana goes for a pin on Alicia!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea breaks it up!
Simone: Bea with the timely save there!
Harper: That could’ve ended the match!
Adams: But it didn’t!
Alicia rolls out to the apron while Seleana and Bea trade blows in the centre of the ring but before they can get far into it? Cassie flies in from out of nowhere with a high cross body on both women! Though Cassie is still favouring her keg she goes for a double pin on Bea and Seleana!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alicia BARELY breaks it up! Alicia picks up Cassie and goes for the Georgia Drop but Cassie slips out the back off the GTS attempt and goes for the Wolfe Hunt! However Alicia counters the Double Underhook DDT with a Northern Lights Suplex which she bridges for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea breaks it up!
Simone: What will it take to end this?
Harper: I think we’re about to find out!
Adams: I think you’re right!
Bea waits for Cassie to get back to her feet and when she does Bea goes for the Sleeping Pill Sleeper Hold! But Cassie drops down and rolls Bea out in front of her before hitting the Running Powerbomb into the Lung Blower!
Simone: HEIR TO THE WOLFE!
Adams: But that move involves Cassie’s legs, how much damage did she just cause herself?
Harper: A lot from the look of things!
Bea is out but Cassie can’t take advantage because of her bad leg, seeing this Seleana hits her Asaii DDT on Cassie!
Simone: And the Kattoga on Cassie!
Adams: But I think Seleana’s forgotten about the other woman in the match!
Harper: And from the look of things? My first challenger!
Indeed, Alicia is measuring Seleana up and when Seleana turns around she drops Seleana with the Georgia Drop! Alicia goes for the pin off the GTS!ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, ALICIA LUKAS!
Simone: Alicia gets the win and is now your first challenger Harper!
Harper: I’ll be ready for her, for now, I’m off to check on Cass!
Adams: Go ahead!
Harper leaves the announcer’s desk and checks on Cass with Josh, however Alicia gets in Harper’s face and two exchange words while Harper holds her title high.
The camera returns to ringside and the crowd is on its feet. Belinda Simone and Jason Adams are standing behind the broadcast desk, smiling wide, their headsets off and resting on the desk as they turn to face the camera one final time.
Simone: What a night! We witnessed two championship titles change hands and four of SCW’s toughest Bombshells tear it down in tonight’s main event!
Adams: And that’s why Climax Control continues to be the hottest ticket in professional wrestling! You never know what’s going to happen!
Simone: Thank you for joining us tonight. We appreciate every single one of you.
Adams: We’ll be back next week, same time, same chaos, same six-sided ring!
Simone: So long everybody!
The camera pans out wide, catching fans waving signs and chanting, the SCW logo pulsing on the screen with flashes of upcoming events and highlights from the night’s show. The music swells as the screen fades to black.
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!