Simone: Our next match has the setting to be a total squash for the benefit of Alex Jones.

Adams: Oh, Belinda, never count out any wrestler in any match. Justin Smith is extremely capable of taking out and defeating opponents.

Justin: First to make their way to the ring, he hails from Dallas, Texas, and he comes into this match at six feet even and two hundred twenty-five pounds, please give a great Monaco welcome for ALEX JONES!!!

The arena goes dark and the fans are murmuring in anticipation of the entrance of Alex Jones. After a short time we hear CANCEL THE KING by Tommy Vext hit the speakers and the crowd starts cheering and booing depending on their preference in the wrestler. As the lyrics cut into the guitar we see Alex Jones strut out from the backstage area wearing a black and red WOLFSLAIR Tee-Shirt along with his normal wrestling gear. Alex glances around the arena to look over the fans and again he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. Alex then confidently walks down the ramp to the ring and then he plays up the crowd before leaping onto the ring apron and stepping through the ropes. Alex then makes a walk around the ring before taking up residence in one of the corners.

Simone: Alex is all style and class and that is how a successful and confident wrestler should be.

Adams: At the entrance part of any wrestling match it is hard to try to determine the outcome of the match so we will wait until the match starts before we start calling the match for either of the wrestlers.

Justin: Next to make their way to the ring, he hails from Tarrytown, New York, and he comes into this match at six feet four inches and two hundred fifty pounds, please give a great Monaco welcome for JUSTIN SMITH!!!

The opening riffs of MADNESS by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin “The Tarrytown Tormenter” Smith comes out onto the landing. Justin stands on the landing glaring at the crowd as the majority of the crowd is giving him a negative reaction. The New York Smasher walks from one side of the entrance area to the other with a swag in his step. We then watch as Justin Smith walks down the ramp to the ring while stopping occasionally to interact with the crowd. Justin “The Tarrytown Tormenter” lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring. He walks to the ring then he climbs the ring steps, walks along the ring apron, then he steps through the ropes into the ring. Justin then plays up the crowd a bit more before taking up residence in a corner opposite of where Alex Jones is located.

Adams: Although Justin Smith is receiving a mostly negative reaction from the crowd I feel he is a nicer wrestler than Alex Jones is.

Simone: It does not matter what you think Jason. It matters which of these two wrestlers are going to perform better in this match.

Referee Jasmin St. John calls both wrestlers to join her in the middle of the ring. She goes over the rules of this match which is Standard Rules and the winner will be determined by pinfall, submission, or knockout. She checks both wrestlers to ensure they do not have foreign objects or substances on them and finding both of them clean she sends them back to their corners and she tells them to come out when the bell by the Timekeeper rings. Both wrestlers return to their corners to await the bell from the Referee for the official start of their match.

DING DING DING!

Alex and Justin come out of their corners and they stop in the center of the ring glaring at each other. They exchange words and gestures on what they want to do to each other as Referee Jasmine St. John watches on. Justin and Alex continue to do a face-off Referee St. John steps in and tells the two to get into the action of the match before she decides to make a count on them for stalling.

Adams: This is what you get when you have two Alpha Males where they do a stare-down to try to intimidate the other into backing down. However with these two neither is going to back down.

Simone: Referee St. John already warned them to get into the action of the match so they have their instructions from her so we will see what they do next.

The two lock up and both are working hard to get the advantage over the other but right now it is a stand-off. Suddenly we hear yelling coming from somewhere around the ring but we are not sure where it is coming from. A camera person on the arena floor focuses their camera on Felix Hernandez who is the one who is making noise and disrupting this match by hurling insults at Justin Smith. Referee St. John motions for Security personnel to remove Hernandez from Ringside. While they are maneuvering him away from the ring he starts yelling at Justin Smith.

Felix: Justin I did not forget what you did to me recently when I was walking around in the area where booths were set up for wrestlers to meet and greet the fans. While I was looking around you attacked me and slammed into me and then you shoved me to the side. I promised to get even with you for that and I believe we are going to have a Grudge Match at the next SuperCard and rumor has it that it will be a Retirement Match and the loser of the match has to retire from Wrestling.

The Security personnel confine Felix and drag him away from the ringside area into the backstage area. In the ring Justin and Alex are both surprised at what happened.

Simone: That was an extremely rude thing Felix Hernandez just did. I want to see Justin Smith defeat Hernandez and force Felix to retire from wrestling.

Adams: This is one of those rare moments where I fully agree with you Belinda.

Back in the ring Referee Jasmine St. John informs the Alex and Justin that since the disruption at ringside has been resolved they are to get back into the action of this match.

Simone: I think Felix Hernandez just dug his own grave with these assaults on Justin Smith. I know if I was in the wrestling boots of Hernandez I darn sure wouldn’t want to face off against Smith with the requirement that the loser of their match has to retire from wrestling.

Adams: Whatever happens as the saying goes. For sure the match of Felix versus Justin will be an interesting match.

Justin charges at Alex lowering his head and landing a hard Head Butt into the chest of Jones. Although that maneuver landed hard on Alex he remains on his feet. Justin takes advantage of the blow he hit Alex with by quickly executing a Belly-to-Belly Suplex to follow up on the previous Head Butt he landed on Alex. Before Justin is able to get the Belly-to-Belly Suplex executed Alex turns it on Justin causing Smith to stop his momentum. While Justin is regaining his momentum he is quickly hit with a Spear by Alex Jones that drives Justin Smith hard to the mat. As Alex dives on top of Justin to get the pinfall Referee Jasmine St. John drops to the mat and begins the count on the attempted pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Before Referee St. John can raise her hand and drop her hand to the mat for a three count Justin Smith shoves Alex Jones off of him and then Justin rolls to the side and then gets to his knees while Referee St. John holds two fingers up to show it was only a two count on the attempted pin.

Simone: Wow! I honestly thought Alex Jones had the win there.

Adams: That was close and that back and forth action shows that this match can go either way.

The fact that Justin was able to get the initial advantage in this match he did have a pin attempt on him by Alex but even with that Justin proves his ability in the ring by escaping the pin attempt on him. Both wrestlers get to their feet and Referee Jasmine St. John checks both of them and asks them if they are able to continue in the match and both inform her that they are good to keep going so the Referee motions for them to get back into the action of the match.

Adams: The intensity of both wrestlers indicates both are ready to try to end the match with a win over the other. However both wrestlers are also good at countering the moves of the other. I believe it will take a quick move to take out their opponent.

Simone: I agree with you on your comments. I also noticed both wrestlers are giving all they have and neither wants to make an error that will cost them the match.

We can tell by the look in the eyes of Justin Smith that he wants to end this match quickly and get the win over Alex Jones. However seeing the look in on the face and in the eyes of Alex Jones it is obvious he also wants to end this match quickly. The two approach and cautiously maneuver to try to get a dominant position to get the win over their opponent as quickly as they can.

Adams: Both wrestlers appear that they want to do something quickly to end this match but also both are being cautious as they know the slightest mistake could cost them the match.

Simone: This is one of those times where I agree with you Jason.

Justin Smith makes the first aggressive move by rushing at Alex Jones and ramming his shoulder into the body of Jones. This causes Alex to take a step back from the blow but he quickly retaliates with a leap and a whack of his foot to the side of the head of Justin. The two lock up and Justin Smith maneuvers to get a Neck Lock on Alex but before Smith can get it locked in Alex gets out of the hold and moves a distance away from Justin. The two stare at each other for a moment before charging at each other. As the two collide Alex Jones executes a Spinning Neckbreaker bringing Justin Smith to the mat. Jones then stomps on the legs and knees of Justin then he wraps up the legs of Smith into a Figure-Four Leg Lock and he has it locked in hard. Since the two are in the center of the ring unless Justin can escape this hold he will not be able to reach the ropes to obtain a break from the Referee.

Adams: Uh oh. This is not looking good for Justin Smith.

Simone: I believe this is the end of this match.

Referee St. John steps in to ask Justin if he wants to submit but he grunts out NO so she allows the match to continue. Alex Jones cinches up on the Figure Four Leg-Lock and Smith grumble from the pain of the hold. Once again Referee Jasmine St. John steps in and asks Justin if he wants to submit. Although we know Smith does not want to submit to end the match but he is also aware that his legs are under extreme pressure and he does not want to suffer a severe injury so he taps out and Referee St. John calls for the bell to end the match.

DING DING DING!

Referee Jasmine St. John tells Alex Jones to release the hold and he does. She then tells Alex to stand next to her and he does.

Justin: The official decision in this match by Referee Jasmine St. John is the winner of this match by submission is ALEX JONES!!!

Referee St. John raises the hand of Alex Jones for the win and the majority of the crowd cheer the win by Alex Jones while the others who support Justin Smith are disappointed that Justin did not win the match. Referee St. John releases the hand of Alex and he walks around the ring waving to the fans before exiting the ring and he heads into the backstage area. Back in the ring the Referee is checking on Justin Smith and he informs her that he will be okay and he exits the ring and slowly makes his way back into the backstage area but the limp he has indicated he has a bit of healing to do after that Figure Four Leg-Lock.

Adams: This was a good match.

Simone: Yes it was.

We cut to the backstage area where we see Cassie Wolfe stretching out the leg that she hurt in last week’s main event.

Cassie: Last week, this leg was the only thing that kept me from a Roulette Title Match against Harper, well, that and he fact that it wasn’t a one on one match between me and Bea.

Cassie says as she gives her leg a little shake.

Cassie: Is it back to 100%? Not completely, while I did spend the week building the strength back up in this thing through swimming? There’s only so much a girl can get done in a week, you know? But that will have to do if I want to get the win over Andrea tonight!

Cassie says before she starts to walk off.

Cassie: And hopefully? It’ll be enough.

Cassie walks off as the scene fades.

Voice-Over: Brought to you by Sin City Wrestling!

The sound of Wretched and Divine by Black Veil Brides booms over the PA system as the crowd lose the arrival of the new roulette Champion Vincent Lyons Jr.

He appears on stage not wearing the championship but rather dragging it slowly behind him down the ramp where he rolls into the ring, and sets it down in a corner where he sits cross legged, staring at it for a moment.

He motions for a microphone and sitting right where he is begins speaking while just staring at the championship, not touching it.

Vincent Lyons Jr: I've been going through my mind all week, wondering what's the best thing to do in my situation is. Do I give the championship back because I don't deserve it? Because I haven't actually earned it? Or do I keep it because I know deep down I am good enough and I do deserve to be a champion?

The crowd gives sort of a mixed response.

Vincent Lyons Jr: How can I even call myself a champion when I haven't won any important matches in my SCW career? I look at my sister and the amazing reign she had and she fought for it. She earned the right to call herself a champion. But I'm just handed this and expected to feel like a champion?

He pauses shortly.

Vincent Lyons Jr: The truth is I can't call myself a true champion. Not yet. But if you think I'm just going to give it away then you're all sorely mistaken.

He snatches the title and puts it over his shoulder and stands in the middle of the ring.

Vincent Lyons Jr: I mean it was given to me! It's mine! Why should I give it back? If they want this back then they're going to have to take it from me and they're going to have to fight for it!

The crowd cheers because they like the idea of any sort of fight.

Vincent Lyons Jr: So here's the deal, I was handed this and I don't necessarily like it as much as anybody else. So we're going to have to have a proving ground to see who really deserves to hold this championship.

He pauses again for a moment.

Vincent Lyons Jr: What that means is open challenge. I am giving the entire locker room until the end of next week's Climax Control to accept my open challenge for Violent Conduct.

Simone: Wow! How about that?

Adams: Well I think Vincent feels he has just as much to prove to himself and that's why he's doing this.

Vincent Lyons Jr: That's one week and whomever wants in, gets in. If only say, Logan Hunter responds then we'll go one-on-one. If we get two people it becomes a triple threat so on and so forth but you only have one week to take your opportunity. You could reach out to me on X or you can take your request to Underwood himself. Then we'll all have a big ol’ match at Violent Conduct and we'll see who actually deserves to be a champion.

The crowd responds positively to the idea.

Vincent Lyons Jr: Oh and if nobody responds? Then I'm still keeping this and I'll have to take matters into my own hands and force someone to take the opportunity. Remember you all have one week and the choice is up to you.

With that he drops the mic, rolls out the ring and leaves up the ramp to Wretched and Divine with the Roulette Championship now on his shoulder.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the current Bombshell Roulette Champion Harper Mason getting ready to be interviewed by Ms. Rocky Mountains, the title is slung proudly over Harper’s shoulder but the young bombshell is noticeably without her mentor/manager Joshua Acquin this week.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Harper, first off congrats on your first title win in SCW.

Harper: Thanks, it had been a long road to earn this thing but I finally have it.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: By the way, where’s Josh?

Harper: He and Jessie are working Wrestlieleague tonight, same reason why Cassie won’t be accompanied by him for her match against Andrea later.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Right, well speaking of Cassie last week Alicia Lukas overcame her, Bea Barnhart and Seleana Zdunich to earn the right to challenge you for the title, what are your thoughts on this?

Harper shakes her head.

Harper: I won this title from one of my oldest enemies in SCW in Victoria, now I have to defend it against someone who came back and targeted me for perceived nepotism in the lead up to last year’s Summer XXXTreme, but have you noticed anything about Alicia since she came back?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: She’s older I guess.

Harper: And slower, I don’t know if it’s occurred to you Rocky but have you noticed how Alicia hasn’t even had a whiff of the World Bombshell Title since she returned to SCW? Even though she held the record for longest reign with that belt before Amber Ryan came along? Hell, she hasn’t even touched the Bombshell Internet Title Scene.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What exactly are you getting at?

Harper: Alicia’s a shell of her former self! So broken down that she can’t even keep up with those she once dominated.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Bold words.

Harper: And you’d only need to watch her recent matches to realize that there’s merit to them! Alicia, f you want a chat with me? I’ll be waiting next week in Mykonos, Greece, until then? I’m going to enjoy every moment of this title reign because god fucking knows I’ve earned it!

Harper walks off as the scene fades.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match. Introducing first… hailing from Compton, California…. Diamond Caldwell.

Diamond walks out onto the stage. She is met with a chorus of boos. She stands there putting her hands together. Cracking her knuckles she storms down to the ring with an unmistakable purpose. Once she gets to the ring she slides under the bottom rope. Pulling herself up, she walks over to the turnbuckle. Deciding to take a seat in the corner, she rest her arms on the middle rope. The blank expression on her face is quite telling. She mentally went into a place that’s chilling as she waits for her music to stop playing.

Justin: and her opponent…. Hailing from Norwich, England. Kayla Richards.

The voice of Kayla Richards gives way to the opening guitar riff of Bad Omens "Like a Villian" The lights flash from being on and bright to dark and switching between a dark purple and red. Kayla Richards steps out onto the stage in her gear, a black leather jacket over it, her long hair flowing down as she makes her way to the ring, she runs and slides up and across the apron on one knee before getting into the ring and putting both her hands in the air, one crossed over the other to make a "K" with her fingers before they turn into a double bird and move down to a fingergun pose pointed at the crowd.

She moves to the corner, as the ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…

DING DING DING!

Richards and Caldwell exchange a few words before advancing forward and lock up in the centre of the ring, where they jockey for position, as they both try and get the upper hand before as they get close to the ropes, which Richards pushes Caldwell into a corner and pins her there, as the ref moves in and demands Richards to back off and begins to count…

Simone: A few words are exchanged before they move in and lock up, where they jockey for position. They both try to get the upper hand on each other before Richards manages to do so and pushes Caldwell into the corner before the ref moves and forces Richards to back off and she does.

ONE!

TWO!

Richards gives Caldwell a patronizing tap on the arm before backing off, as Caldwell glares at Richards and Richards back off and smirks. Caldwell steps out of the corner, as she and Richards circle the ring once again before moving in and locking up and they once more jockey for position as they both push against each other with neither moving or gaining an upper hand. However, Richards realises this and put extra weight behind her pushing and Caldwell begins to take a couple of steps backwards and then halts Richards’ advance before Richards hits a arm drag and sends Caldwell across the ring.

Adams: The ref gets to two before Richards back off and Caldwell steps out of the corner, where they circle once more before moving back in and locking up once again.

Simone: they jockey and push and shove with neither getting the upper hand at first, but Richards then gets the upper hand and pushes Caldwell backwards but puts a stop to it and Richards surprises Caldwell with an arm drag.

They both make their way back to their feet, and they both move towards each other, but Richards picks up a little more speed and shoulder blocks Caldwell down to the mat. Caldwell stays down, as Richards looks down at Caldwell and mocks Caldwell. Caldwell holds her back as she rolls onto her hands and knee, as Richards grabs Caldwell and pulls her up to her feet and then hits a chop across her chest.

Adams: They get back to their feet and move back in, which Richards sends Caldwell down to the mat with a shoulder block. Caldwell stays down and Richard mocks Caldwell and Caldwell slowly moves to hands and knees and Richards grabs her and pulls her up and hits a knife edge chop.

Caldwell stumbles backward before Richards follows up with another chop to the chest and Caldwell holds her chest and stumbles backwards and up against the ropes, Caldwell steps forward and Richards hits another knife edge chop and Caldwell stays against the ropes holding her chest, as Richards grabs Caldwell’s head and pushes her up as she looks for one more chop, but Caldwell ducks out of the way and past Richards. Richards turns and steps forward and Caldwell grabs her hand and twists it before throwing her leg backwards and catches Richards across the face with her boot.

Simone: Caldwell feels the chop, as Richards his another one, and Caldwell stumbles to the ropes and Richards hits one more before Richards grabs Caldwell by the head and pulls her up and goes for another chop, but Caldwell dodges it and skips past Richards and Caldwell grabs her hand and throws her leg backwards and catches Richard across the face.

Richards stumbles and against the ropes, as she holds her face. She looks at Caldwell with a glare and she takes a few steps forward but Caldwell rushes in and hits a clothesline and sends Richards down to the mat. Richards quickly gets back to her hands and feet, as Caldwell approaches, she grabs Richards and drags her up, where she spins her around and hooks her arms and hits a tiger suplex and into a pin…

Adams: Nice. Richards is rocked from that but before she can react, Caldwell charges in and clotheslines Richards down to the mat. Richards moves to her hands and knees and Caldwell goes to her and grabs her and pulls her up, where then hits a tiger suplex and into a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out!

Richards kicks out, as Caldwell looks to the ref, while takes the opportunity to roll herself from the ring to the outside. Caldwell makes her way to her feet, as she watches where Richards is, who crawls to the barriers and pulls herself up to her feet. She looks to Caldwell and Caldwell tells her to come back into the ring, but Richards shakes her head and moves away from barriers and Caldwell shakes her head and climbs through the ropes and jumps down and follows Richards.

Simone: Richards kicks out, as Caldwell questions the ref and Richards bails from the ring. Caldwell makes her way to her feet and sees where Richards is and she climbs from the ring and moves after Richards.

Richards moves around the ring and then slides in and Caldwell follows and goes to slide into the ring herself, but as she does, Richards begins to stomp on Caldwell a few times before stopping and grabbing Caldwell and drags her up and shoves her into a corner and proceeds to unleash a series of martial art kicks to Caldwell’s legs before firing in punches to Caldwell’s body before following that up with a European uppercut.

Adams: before the ref can make a count, Richards is back in the ring and Caldwell follows but is met with stomps from Richards.

Simone: Caldwell tries to cover up, but Caldwell is drag to the corner and Richards delivers kicks at first and then punches and then an uppercut.

Caldwell clings onto the ropes, as Richards quickly backs up and then rushes in a running corner dropkick and Caldwell finally drops to a seated position in the corner. Richards makes her way back to her feet and places a boot up against Caldwell’s throat and begins to push and the ref moves in and gets to a three count before Richards releases. Richards and she grabs Caldwell and drags her up, where she fires in a knife edge chop before delivering a boot to her stomach and then she grabs her head and hits a running bulldog before going for a pin…

Adams: Caldwell is in trouble here, as Richards rushes in and hits a dropkick before trying to choke Caldwell.

Simone: The ref moves in and forces Richards to release, which she does after three. She back off and then grabs Caldwell and hits another chip before delivering a boot and then hits a running bulldog.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out!

Caldwell shoots her shoulder up, which Richards instantly glares at the ref and tries again…

Adams: Caldwell kicks out just.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Richards slaps the mat and makes her way to her feet, where she grabs Caldwell and drags her up so that she is in a seated position. Richards then backs up and takes a moment before charging in and she tries for the Dreamkiller (V-Trigger), but Caldwell shows some flexibility and drops backwards and dodges the V-Trigger before rolling onto her side and moves to the ropes. Richards unbalanced at first, rebalances herself and turns and moves after Caldwell.

Simone: Another pin and against Caldwell kicks out. Richards look to finish this match, but somehow Caldwell dodges and avoids the Dreamkiller. Caldwell quickly moves to the ropes.

Caldwell gets close to the ropes, however, Richards manages to grab a foot, and Caldwell grabs the ropes and uses them to get to a foot, where she hops on it before turning and catching Richards with an enziguri and Richards stumbles backwards into the ropes. Caldwell makes her way back to her feet, as she checks her face before charging in and hits a running dropkick, Richards is rocked and drops to a knee and Caldwell makes her way back to her feet and charges in and hits a running hip attack.

Adams: Caldwell gets to the ropes, and she gets to a foot and catches Richards with a enziguri, which rocks Richards. Caldwell makes her way back to her feet and hits a running dropkick. She isn’t done and hits a running hip attack on the downed Richards.

Richards falls sideways, as Caldwell approaches Richards and grabs her by the hair and pulls her up and drags her onto the ropes, where she begins to club her back several times before backing away and then charges in and leaps on her back with her knees before leaping off. Caldwell grabs Richards by the hair and drags her backwards onto her back and Caldwell leaps up and hits a leg drop across Richards’ throat before going for a pin…

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out!

Simone: Caldwell grabs Richards and pushes her up against the ropes and then takes a few steps back and then rushes in with knees to her back. Richards is struggling here.

Adams: Nice leg drop and into a pin and Richards kicks out.

Richards this time kicks out last minute, as Caldwell shakes her head, as she makes her way to her feet and grabs a handful of hair and pulls Richards up and then lifts her up onto her shoulder as she looks to finish Richards with – ‘The Diamond Driver' (Belly-to-belly piledriver), but Richards begins to struggle on Caldwell’s shoulders and she drops behind Caldwell and Caldwell turns and Richards grabs Caldwell and hits a sitout jawbreaker.

Simone: Richards kicks out and Caldwell isn’t too happy, as she makes her way to her feet, as she is now looking to finish things with the Diamond Driver, but Richards fights off Caldwell’s shoulder. She drops behind and Caldwell turns and Richards hits a sitout jawbreaker.

Caldwell stumbles backwards, as Richards slowly gets to her feet and moves to Caldwell and Caldwell wildly swings at Richards, Richards ducks and rises up and fires in a forearm and Caldwell tries to stumble backwards, but Richards grabs her hand and pulls her in and fires in a roaring elbow this time.

Adams: Caldwell is rocked, as Richards makes her way to her feet and moves to Caldwell, Caldwell swing at Richards, Richard ducks and fires in a forearm. Caldwell is rocked and Richards hits a roaring elbow this time.

Caldwell drops to a knee rocked by the roaring elbow and Richards fires in a knee to Caldwell’s face before finishing it off with the Dreamkiller (V-Trigger), this time connecting and she pushes Caldwell onto her back and goes for a pin…

Simone: Caldwell isn’t come back from this, as Richards fires in a knee and then finishes her with the Dreamkiller.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Adams: Richards picks up the win.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Kayla Richards!

Richards music hits over the p.a, as she slowly moves to her feet and the ref takes her wrist and raises it high.

Voice-Over: Introducing… The PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE CALENDAR!

Voice-Over: Tired of boring calendars that just tell you the date? Now, your calendar can judge you for missing it! Every day, The Passive Aggressive Calendar delivers a gentle, soul-crushing reminder that you could be doing better!

Kayla Richards enters her kitchen and is greeted by...

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Kayla lies back on the sofa, watching a movie as she hears....

"The gym? No? Guess Netflix counts as cardio."

Kayla's eyes widen as she drinks her morning coffee and hears...

"Another birthday forgotten… must be Tuesday."

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Special Features include...

Snarky voice mode for real-time guilt trips (“Sure, start that project at 11pm. Great idea!”)

Motivational quotes… rewritten to be slightly insulting.

Bonus “Holiday Shame Pack” that reminds you exactly how many years you’ve been saying, “Next year will be different.”

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Call now. Or don’t. I’m sure you’re too busy “relaxing.”

Kayla is tearing the calendar off the wall and hurling it off her balcony!

“Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 hits the speakers. The lights pulse gold and red across the Monaco arena as Mercedes Vargas confidently steps onto the stage with the Bombshell Internet Championship draped over her shoulder. Flanking her is Crystal Caldwell also dressed in street gear.

As they head to the ring, the crowd rains down loud boos mixed with “MERCEDES!” chants. A mixed reaction — but loaded with respect. Mercedes steps through the ropes, spins once under the spotlight, lifts her title high, then carefully returns it to her shoulder with a smirk. With a exaggerated display of reverence, Crystal reaches forward, wrists slack and fingers drooping, signaling her “unworthiness” before Mercedes.

As the music fades into the background, Mercedes steps to the ropes, her hand reaching out to claim the house microphone from Justin Decent. The crowd roars, anticipation buzzing in the air. Mercedes and Crystal stand tall in the center of the ring, their eyes sweeping across the sea of cheering fans, taking in the moment… before turning their attention to address the SCW Universe.

Mercedes: Guess who's champ, champ again?

Crystal: Mercy's champ, tell a friend!

The crowd buzzes. Crystal smirks from the corner, calm and collected, nodding in sync with the arrogance.

Mercedes: Some of you look real surprised.

Crystal: Real shocked.

Mercedes: Real stupid.

Crowd: BOO!

Mercedes: You know, it feels AMAZING to be champion again. I mean, why wouldn’t it? I don't just hold gold—I build kingdoms around it. Sixteen title reigns. Ten singles championships, a record. And now? A record-tying three-time Bombshell Internet Champion. Lilith Locke learned it. The crowd saw it. And now the entire women's division has to live with it.

Crystal claps mockingly. The crowd reacts with disbelief and disdain.

Crystal: Damn, girl. That's a LOT of championships. Some of these girls haven’t had half that many matches!

Mercedes: Two weeks ago at Climax Control 431, I did what I always do—correct mistakes. Rewrite history. And remind everyone in SCW why you don’t bet against Mercedes Vargas.

Mercedes holds the Bombshell Internet Title at eye level, admiring her reflection for a beat.

Mercedes: This championship? That’s not just gold and leather. It’s a legacy — *MY* legacy. And anyone backstage dreaming of a fairy-tale title moment at Violent Conduct X better wake up and apologize. Because if you want this championship from me? You're going to have to beat me for it.

Crystal takes raises her mic briefly, with a cool delivery.

Crystal: Now this... this is what dominance looks like.

Mercedes smirks. Crystal nods once. The boos grow louder, echoing around the arena.

Crystal: You are looking at the blueprint. The measuring stick. The elite that’ll never be replaced. I came out here tonight to stand beside greatness. Not to support it — to solidify it.

Mercedes nods approvingly and speaks into her mic.

Mercedes: Crystal Caldwell knows legacy when she sees it. And what you're seeing is a division I built. A company I helped define. You want the truth? This era? This ring? This title? It’s all part of the Mercedes Vargas story. The gatekeeper, the Final Boss of the Bombshell Division? You're looking at her. And I’m not just keeping this title… I’m defending my legacy, night in and night out. Climax Control 431 wasn’t a comeback—it was a statement. So if random challengers, quiet threats, or Internet wannabes think they’ve got next, let me save you the energy...

Mercedes turns to the hard cam, voice sharp and dangerous.

Mercedes: Step up. Step down. Or step aside. Because the Champion of Champions is not going anywhere.

The crowd roars. A mix of heat and stunned silence follows as Crystal turns to face the hard camera — confidence radiating.

Crystal: And trust me when I say this, you're not built for this kind of legacy.

The crowd roars, some booing hard, others chanting “Mercedes! Mercedes!” out of sheer awe.

Mercedes: Prepare for the worst. Hope for the best. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Mercedes' theme hits again as she slams the mic down on the mat. The crowd rains down disrespect and admiration as she raises the Bombshell Internet Championship high, Crystal standing beside her with a smirk. Fade to black as the camera lingers on Mercedes as she exits slowly up the ramp, pausing at the stage to hold the her title high, triumphant.

The camera cuts across where a gathered throng of party goers are all dancing around the bar, drinks in hand and fully enjoying themselves. And small wonder as right there along with them, partying like there’s no tomorrow, is the reigning World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter. As he is scheduled to compete tonight, he has no drink in hand but he is sporting his wrestling gear along with his treasured purple feathered jacket and shades over his eyes. And joining him? His husband Miles Kasey of course as Miles has his strong arms wrapped snugly around Carter’s waist from behind and their dance moves steam up the entirety of Jimmy’z Monte Carlo. The two-time Couple of the Year are blissfully unaware as they are approached by Mz Holly Wood, performing her roving reporter duties.

Holly Wood: Guuurrrl! If you two get any hotter, you’re going to set off the sprinklers in here!

Carter and Miles look up from their dancing, but they ‘cool it’ a bit but with smiles and Miles’s own arms remain.

HBCarter: Holly! Sorry about that, tend to get carried away when Miles is behind me like this.

Holly Wood: Mmmmm hm… and I can’t find fault with that. At all! But, do you think you could wedge yourself apart because I’d like to ask you about your match tonight with Eddie.

Carter groans in dismay as Miles reluctantly releases his arms from around his husband and stands there patiently.

Holly Wood: Not even a suction ‘pop’ sound, huh? Shocking! Anyway Carter, you’re already scheduled for a big match at Violent Conduct X against Aiden Reynolds. Is he going to be in your thoughts tonight going up against Eddie Lyons?

To which Carter shakes his head.

HBCarter: Not a chance. While I know I’ve got a lot riding on my match with Aiden, you can’t lose focus when you’re in a match against someone like Eddie Lyons. The man reminds me so much of myself, going through the exact same trials that I did. Wanting to fulfill every goal that I set out for myself. Now that I have, it’s only a matter of time before he takes that next step himself.

Holly Wood: And … if Eddie wins tonight? That would almost certainly put him in line for a title shot … and you know there are a lot of people saying Alex Jones deserves one himself after getting a win over you several weeks ago.

Miles rolls his eyes but Carter answers truthfully.

HBCarter: Well Alex does deserve a title shot. I’ve said so myself. Hell, he deserved a shot right away after I first won the title but that’s between him and the match makers. If I’m scheduled to defend against him, then I will. No questions asked. Same goes for Eddie. Only, circumstances will be different compared to Alex.

Holly Wood: How so?

HBCarter: Eddie isn’t going to win tonight.

Holly Wood: But… he might?

Carter smiles and shakes his head as he takes Miles’s arms and wraps them back around his waist.

HBCarter: He won’t.

And the partying continues as the scene changes out.

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control, at Summer XXXTreme HB Carter retained the World Heavyweight Championship over J2H and now he’s in singles action against former SCW Roulette Champion Eddie Lyons in a non-title match!

Adams: Eddie came up short in the Overboard Battle Royal but still put on an impressive showing, Carter has really been showing his stuff and with Aiden Reynolds watching from the backstage area knowing that he is set to be Carter’s next challenger? You know he’s ready for anything.

Simone: This should be a great match, let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall!

The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.

Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the World Heavyweight Champion the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!

Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner, awaiting his opponent's introduction.

Simone: It’s easy to forget that under, well, everything about him, Carter is a hell of a wrestler and a Go Gym Graduate!

Adams: And also the one to dethrone Aiden’s teammate Alex Jones back at Into the Void!

As Clouds by NF begins A fog fills the stage area, as Eddie Lyons appears in the middle, hoodie up, and arms folded. He stands there looking down at the ring for a few moments. Shooting a fist into the air, Eddie pulls his hoodie down, and makes his way down the ramp, tagging the hands of a few fans along the way before climbing the stairs into the ring. Eddie extends his arms to both sides then drops to a knee, and punches the mat, he then moves to his corner to await the start of the match.

Justin: His opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing 230ibs, “Unbreakable” Eddie Lyons!

Simone: Eddie recently became a dad and that was right after he got married on the Summer XXXTreme Cruise!

Adams: A win here would make for a hell of a hattrick!

Dawn goes over the rules with both men before she calls for the bell once Carter hands over his title.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And this non-title match is underway!

Adams: This will be good!

Carter and Eddie share a quick handshake to kick off the proceedings before they back off from each other and lock up! Eddie uses his size and strength advantage over Carter to back the champ up to the ropes where Dawn forces a rope break, Eddie backs off when told by the ref but when he goes in for another move Carter catches him with a pair of arm drags followed by a standing dropkick with a ton of air.

Simone: We just saw why these two men are so different, Eddie has the size advantage sure but Carter is quick as a hiccup.

Adams: Carter’s smart to use his speed to his advantage because he can’t beat Eddie in a straight up fight!

Eddie gets back to his feet and Carter makes a “bring it” motion to the recently married man and the new father takes Carter up on his offer, snatching him into a side headlock though Carter fires off a couple of punches before the champion backs Eddie up to the ropes and drops down on the rebound after sending Eddie across, Eddie goes for a clothesline on the rebound but Carter ducks and hits a sling blade which he follows up with a dropkick to the seated Eddie.

Simone: Carter is once again keeping Eddie on his toes with his speed.

Adams: Eddie will find a way to break it though, remember this is the same guy who ended Peter Vaughn’s Roulette Title reign a couple of years ago.

Carter goes for the first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Eddie gets the shoulder up, Carter backs off to let Eddie back to his feet and when Eddie does get back to his feet? Carter makes his move, going for a running hurricanara but Eddie counters and drives the champ into the matt with a Powerbomb! Eddie follows that up with his first pin of the match as Dawn gets into position.

ONE!

TWO!

And Carter kicks out!

Simone: Didn’t take long for the pin attempts to start but Carter may have gone to the speed well one too many times.

Adams: And that allowed Eddie to take control!

Eddie switches tactics following his pin attempt, showing his skills as one of SCW’s all rounders by locking Carter into a Boston Crab! Dawn gets into position to ask Carter if he wants to submit but the flamboyant champion refuses, instead crawling over to the ring ropes to try to force the rope break, sensing this Eddie tries to put the breaks on the attempt in any way he but Carter still manages to force the rope break! Eddie lets go of the hold and goes to pick up Carter only for the champion to surprise him with a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

And Eddie BARELY kicks out, bailing to the outside of the ring to regroup.

Simone: Carter almost had Eddie there and now he’s retreated to the outside.

Adams: Not guaranteed to work against a high flyer though!

Indeed, as soon as Carter is back on his feet he catches Eddie with a dropkick between the top and middle rope before skinning the cat to get back in the ring, Carter than hits the ropes and goes for a running cross body to the outside before Eddie catches him, adjusts his position and grip before DROPPING CARTER WITH A SHEER DROP BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE RING APRON! Carter drops to the ringside area floor and Eddie returns to the ring to plan his next move.

Simone: And if that doesn’t shift the momentum in Eddie’s favour, nothing will!

Adams: He’s giving Carter a chance to regain his bearings and that could cost him though!

Carter is on the apron by the time Dawn’s count reaches six and gets back in the ring before she can count to seven but Eddie doesn’t wait a second longer, getting behind Carter and dropping him with a bridging German Suplex for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Carter barely kicks out! Eddie is clearly getting frustrated at this point as he’s wondering what he has to do to put the champ away!

Simone: Eddie nearly had Carter there!

Adams: Let’s be honest, Eddie letting Carter come back in under his own power, while honourable, might have cost him a win over the champion!

This time? Eddie doesn’t wait as he picks Carter up for a deadlift release German Suplex, executing the move flawlessly, Eddie does this a couple of more times but on the fourth? Carter’s adrenaline kicks in and he counters mid move into a roll up.

ONE!

TWO!

And Eddie kicks out! Both men get back to their feet and go for the same move, a running cross body, and it lays them both out!

Simone: We’ve said it once and we’ll say it again, whoever gets up first will have a huge advantage!

Adams: Given the size difference? I’d say it’s safe to say Carter got the worst of that over Eddie!

Eddie gets up to his feet first and calls for his version of the Lyons Roar DDT, but when Eddie gets him in position for it Carter backs him into a corner before hitting a leaping kick and running to the opposite corner! Eddie follows him in but it’s a trap by the champ as he hits the Buttocks Injection, ramming Eddie’s head face first into his rear end for a few seconds before sending him away and landing on the apron!

Simone: Somehow I doubt that was how Eddie envisioned his first match as a new father going but Carter’s going for the Fruit Fly!

Adams: This could be lights out for……..WAIT, WHAT THE HELL?!

A hooded figure jumps the barricade as Carter goes for the Eclipse on Eddie and, in blatantly full view of Dawn, shoves Carter off the top rope and to the floor! A shocked Dawn can only call for the bell as Eddie stands there confused, until the hooded figure removes his hood right as Dawn calls for the bell to disqualify Eddie.

Simone: It’s Alex Jones!!

Adams: And he just cost Eddie the match against Carter! But why?!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by disqualification, the World Heavyweight Champion HB CARTER!

Eddie leaves the ring to get in Alex’s face but security comes out as things get heated so they prevent a brawl, Dawn meanwhile checks on the frustrated but otherwise fine Carter.

BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
Mercedes Vargas (c) vs Lilith Locke

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Simone: Hold on! We just got word that something is going down backstage!

The club’s pulsating bassline thuds faintly through the walls, the neon pinks and deep blues of Monte-Carlo nightlife bleeding into the narrow backstage corridor. A row of glittering champagne bottles in a display case rattles as two bodies slam into the wall! Eddie Lyons has both fists buried in the front of Alex Jones’ designer shirt. Alex’s back is pressed hard against the wall, but his expression is maddeningly calm, almost smug. His eyes lock on Eddie’s without a flinch.

Security rushes in, two burly men in black polo shirts, grabbing Eddie’s arms and trying to pry him loose! Eddie resists like a man possessed, muscles straining, boots squeaking against the marble floor!

Alex’s hands remain at his sides, relaxed, but his head tilts slightly, the smallest of smirks curling at the corner of his mouth. It’s enough to make Eddie explode again, lunging forward so hard that one of the security guards stumbles!

Christian: Enough!

The boss man, Christian Underwood, comes charging in as two more security personnel come in to lend their comrades a helping hand! Finally, security wrenches them apart, pinning Eddie against the opposite wall while another guard steps between them, arms outstretched. Eddie glares at Alex like he wants to tear through every barrier in the building!

Alex straightens his collar, glances down at a scuff on his watch, and then looks back up at Eddie. No words. Just that same infuriating, unblinking stare. But his eyes do not meet Eddie’s - they meet Christian’s who is now standing between them but Christian’s green eyes are aflame.

Christian: What the hell was that!? What were you even thinking out there!? Was there a point to you sticking your nose into that match!?

Alex: I-

But whatever Alex was going to say, Christian cuts the veteran off with a hand directly in his face.

Christian: Save it! I don’t care! You thought if you could cost Eddie the match. It would keep him away from the World title and you would get one step closer,am I right?

Again, before Alex can answer, Christian interrupts him.

Christian: I know you deserve a title shot, Alex! You did beat Carter so if anyone should, you should!

Alex nods, satisfied someone finally understands.

Christian: But that does not give you carte blanche to come out here and interfere in any match for any reason! I know what you deserve! I had you scheduled for a title shot this cycle in fact, but circumstances change! That’s what happens when certain people cut out on their contractual obligations and leave us hanging!

Alex: What does that have to do with me!?

Christian: Well, I’ll tell you if you would let me get a word in edgewise! You want a title match? Well, you’re going to get one!

A smirk creases the corners of Alex’s lips, but it is wiped away just as quickly when…

Christian: Just, not the one you wanted. At least, not yet! And you…!

Christian turns to address Eddie who is still being held back by security.

Christian: You want to get your hands on this one… and you will! Just not one on one – yet! In Florida, at Violent Conduct X! There will be a Fatal Fourway Tables, Ladders and Chairs match to determine the NEW Internet Champion!

The crowd watching on the screen cheers!

Christian: Gentlemen? … Carry on.

Christian calmly walks off-camera and the backstage altercation continues on almost nonchalantly!

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INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP - FATAL FOURWAY - TLC
Alex Jones vs "Unbreakable" Eddie Lyons vs TBD vs TBD

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The club is alive with heat and rhythm, the air heavy with perfume, sweat, and the sweet burn of expensive liquor. The bassline thumps so deep it rattles glassware, neon strobes painting every face in alternating flashes of blue, magenta, and gold.

Simone: We are mere moments away from tonight's Main Event, and one of the most unique matches in SCW history!

Adams: Gee, I haven't heard that since ... last week! But you are right, Bel! The VIP Lounge Brawl!

Simone: All bets are off and the opportunity to challenge Kayla Richards next week for the World Championship in Mykonos, Greece!

Adams: I just hope Christian knows what he's in for, signing this one!

Inside the VIP Lounge, people lounge on plush white couches around mirrored tables littered with half-empty champagne flutes. The velvet rope at the entrance is meant to keep the uninvited out. Tonight, it barely keeps the chaos in.

DING DING DING!

That chaos arrives when the rope snaps loose from its chrome posts and whips into the crowd! The first body through is Victoria Lyons, her black leather jacket gleaming under the lights, a grin carved on her face despite the smear of blood at the corner of her lip! Behind her comes Bella Madison, smaller but wiry, ducking under a vicious right hook from Alexandra Calaway whose eyes burn with reckless intent. Bella catches Alexandra’s arm and spins around, whipping Calaway into Victoria and sending the two women sprawling!

Simone: And it has started already! Not even any introductions!

Adams: Those three couldn’t wait for introductions! They just wanted to start this fight NOW!

The crowd screams, phones shooting up to record. Some club-goers scramble back onto couches for a better view. Others shove forward, desperate to see the first blow!

Adams: You’d think this was a car wreck the way these people are acting!

Simone: Nothing causes a crowd to gather around than a good bar fight!

Alexandra makes the opening move, ripping a serving tray from out of the hands of a stunned waiter! She grins at Bella across the lounge, tosses the tray up like a frisbee! Tray Toss TKO! And it whirls through the flashing lights before smacking into the side of Bella’s head! The metallic thud is sharp and ugly, the effects immediate! Bella collapses against a couch arm, one hand clutching her temple!

Simone: A blow like that could have ended things early!

Adams: Well it’s already caused first blood because Bella’s head is bleeding now!

Victoria pounces instantly, sweeping Bella’s legs out from under her! The smaller woman hits the floor with a thud where Victoria straddles her chest and she throws down, letting loose with several right hands that further worsen the wound on her head! Alexandra looks around with surprise and wonder on her face, arms held out.

Simone: I think Alexandra is annoyed that Victoria is taking advantage of the damage that she’s already done!

Alexandra grabs another serving tray, causing the waiter to yell “Oh come ON!” (It was the same waiter!) and she slams it across the back of Lyons’s head, knocking her off of Bella! Alexandra is not about to let Victoria have the spotlight. She jumps onto a couch as Victoria rises, holding the back of her head. She launches from the couch with a flying forearm, slamming into Victoria and sending both over a low table! Glass explodes under them, spraying nearby club-goers who shriek and scatter!

Adams: Okay, NOW I think those people are getting the idea this isn’t just a party game to watch and enjoy!

Simone: Indeed not because glass is everywhere!

Alexandra pops up first, yanking a magnum of champagne from a passing server. She shakes it violently, the foam straining against the cork, then fires it into Victoria’s eye!

Adams: Bullseye!

Simone: Victoria’s Eye!

Victoria yells, stumbling blind, and Alexandra follows with a smash of the bottle over her head! Champagne and blood cascade down Victoria’s face as she drops to one knee! A man in the crowd shouts, “Holy sh*t!” as Alexandra grins wickedly!

Simone: I could not have put it any better myself!

Bella, still dazed, pulls herself up against a mirrored pillar. She spots a dancer nearby draped in neon glow sticks. Bella snatches a handful, slips behind Alexandra, and wrenches them tight around her throat! The neon glows between Alexandra’s teeth as she chokes, clawing at Bella’s arms. Alexandra flails backward, slamming Bella into a table and forcing her to let go! Victoria, bleeding and furious, grabs Bella by the hair and hauls her toward the marble bar! Club-goers part like the Red Sea! The bartenders duck out of the way as Victoria hooks Bella and lifts her up in suplex position but slams her onto the bar! Glass shatters under her, jagged edges biting into her back! Bella arches, screaming!

Adams: Bloody hell! These three Bombshells promised violence last week and they are delivering!

Simone: Kayla must be loving this because there is no way they will be one hundred percent for their title match in Mykonos!

Alexandra climbs onto the bar, grabbing a chrome bar stool. She hefts it and cracks it across Victoria’s shoulders! Victoria’s knees buckle and Bella rolls off the bar, clutching her back, and lands in a heap among spilled liquor! Alexandra drags Victoria down to the floor and shoves her toward the DJ booth. She hauls her up onto the platform and smashes her face into the turntables! The beat skips, loops awkwardly, and then slams back in, somehow making the chaos feel choreographed!

Simone: Wrestling? Choreographed?

Adams: Rubbish!

Fighting to recover, Bella scrambles onto the booth beside them, takes two running steps, and front-flips off crashing into both women in a suicide dive that draws a wave of applause and cheers!

Simone: All three women are down and hurt!

Victoria is the first to stagger upright to her feet. She grabs an overturned ice bucket, flips it, and drives Alexandra’s skull into the steel! The clang rings through the Lounge! Alexandra rolls away, clutching her head and Lyons goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Alexandra kicks out!

Bella charges in to break it up but Victoria sees her coming! Victoria yanks down the heavy velvet curtains, entangling Bella before spiking her head into the floor with a Lyons DDT!

Adams: It’s over!

Victoria with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Alexandra breaks it up!

Simone: Oh this one was almost over!

Adams: And Victoria is PISSED!

Indeed she is! She kicks over a low table, grabs a half-full bottle of whiskey, and hurls it across the room! It smashes against a pillar, sending shards spraying the crowd! Several people scream and duck! Alexandra, regaining her senses, grabs a serving cart, rams it into Victoria’s ribs, then shoves her into a wall of neon signage! The lights flicker, glass tubes crack, and sparks spit onto the floor!

Simone: Okay this is going WAY too far!

Alexandra staggers toward the champagne glass pyramid,now dragging Bella with her! She tries to ram Bella’s head into it, but Bella twists free, boots Alexandra in the gut, hooks her head and delivers a Snapmare Driver into the champagne glasses!

Adams: Neuro-Mutilation!

Neuro-Mutilation

The tower collapses in a glittering avalanche of glass and champagne! Alexandra lies in the wreckage, her gear soaked, cuts glistening under the neon lights! Bella with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Victoria breaks it up!

Simone: NO! Another save!

Adams: This one is STILL not over!

Victoria lunges for Bella with a wild swing, but Bella ducks, springs off a couch, and delivers the Beautiful Disaster that snaps Victoria’s head back! Victoria drops to the floor! Bella turns to Alexandra, who’s barely on her knees. She hooks her up and plants her with a Ashes To Ashes DDT into the broken glass!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: You heard it here first!

Bella with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner! And the Challenger for next week in Mykonos, Greece! BELLA! MADISON!

Bella’s theme hits as the crowd erupts. She rises slowly, blood and champagne dripping, raising her arm in victory while the VIP Lounge lies in ruins! Overturned couches, shattered glass, stunned opponents, and a roaring, drunken crowd that just witnessed carnage they’ll talk about for years!

Adams: What a match! The carnage! The bloodshed!

Simone: The things those three women were willing to not only do to one another but themselves! And all for a championship match in Greece!

Cut backstage as the reigning World Champion Kayla Richards is watching on the monitors and nodding with a slight smirk of approval.

Simone: And that indeed is what it will be all about in next week’s Main Event!

Adams: And you know Andrea Hernandez is going to be paying VERY close attention!

Simone: Fans, we are indeed out of time here tonight! Tune in next week, live from the sands of Paradise Beach in Mykonos! So long everybody!

Adams: Byeee!

The camera fades with one last shot as paramedics strive in to treat the three Bombshells while party goers are escorted out and the poor employees look at the carnage left in their wake!

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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!

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