The camera pans across the neon glow of The Castle Club in Ayia Napa, Cyprus, one of the largest and most famous nightlife hotspots in all of Europe. Strobe lights sweep across the packed venue as the pulse of electronic dance music sets the atmosphere. The six-sided ring glows under the spotlight in the middle of the dance floor, with fans pressed in close at ringside, club-goers mixing with wrestling diehards, drinks in hand, chanting and cheering.
The camera cuts to Justin Decent who stands center-ring, microphone in hand, dressed in his usual party-casual suit.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, party people of Cyprus, wrestling fans from all around the world... WELCOME to The Castle Club and WELCOME to the next stop on the 2025 Party Hard Tour! This... is Climax Control!
The crowd roars, drinks lifted, as Justin pauses, letting the noise wash over.
Justin: And tonight, not only are we bringing the party to Ayia Napa, but every single match you see tonight takes us closer and closer down the Road… to Violent Conduct X!
The audience pops again.
Justin: And now, to kick things off properly... you know her, you love her, the true heartbeat of SCW… give it up for our Hostess With the Mostess … AMANDA HUGGINKISS!
The lights drop, the beat kicks back in, and the spotlight sweeps toward the entrance as Amanda makes her grand entrance, the crowd erupting with cheers and whistles as the party officially begins with the evening’s opening performance.
Amanda: Well he swears he’s straight, no ifs, no buts,
But last night I saw him in mesh and short shorts.
He said, It’s just a joke, with a wink and a smirk,
Then asked me if his crop top would work.
Says Bro it’s not gay, it’s just for the 'Gram,
As he oiled up his chest like a glazed Christmas ham.
He’s got a rainbow flag, says it’s for the vibes,
But baby that glitter don’t lie!
That ain’t gay… but it’s pretty gay,
He’s got nail polish on and a walk that slays.
He kissed his bro and said No homo though!
But he’s got Grindr on his Apple Watch, yo!
That ain’t gay… but girl, come on—
He’s doing death drops to Celine Dion.
He’s straight as spaghetti ’til it’s hot and wet…
And suddenly he's lost on the internet!
He’s got frosted tips and a Friends box set,
His fave movie’s Burlesque, and he ain’t seen it yet.
Says I just like the beat to Britney’s Toxic,
Then twerks on a pole like it's straight-up logic.
He drinks White Claws, does squats in heels,
Wants a bromantic cuddle after Taco Bell meals.
No labels for me, he says with a laugh,
Then sends me a pic in a bubble bath!
Honey, if you’re "just experimenting,"
Then why is your Pinterest board titled Shirtless Sailors
And your Amazon history says...
Bulk glitter, crop tops, and latex thigh-highs?
Explain. I’ll wait
That ain’t gay… but it’s kinda gay,
He’s watching Drag Race on his lunch break.
He says Werk, queen! to the girl at the bar,
Then asks if his butt looks good in faux leather. (It does.)
That ain’t gay… but let’s be real …
He cried at Glee and owns a sex appeal.
He’s straight but he knows all of Lady Gaga’s tours…
Girl, that closet’s got revolving doors!
So here’s to the bros who just don’t know,
That a little glitter helps the feelings show.
You do you, babe, I won’t complain…
Just admit it, sweetie—you’re straight-up gay. (At least on the weekend!)
And that’s okay, sugar.
This queen welcomes all confused gym bros.
Mwah!
The music fades as the cameras cut from Amanda onstage to the broadcast position at ringside. The crowd’s energy is still buzzing as Belinda Simone stands with a warm smile, microphone in hand, alongside a young man with a goth, emo look to him but the brightest of excited smiles on his face.
Simone: Thank you, Justin! And thank you, Amanda! Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we have ahead of us here at The Castle Club in Ayia Napa, Cyprus! Welcome once again to Climax Control as the Party Hard Tour rolls on toward Violent Conduct X! I’m Belinda Simone, and tonight, I am joined by the newest voice of the SCW broadcast team…
She turns toward the tall, lively figure standing next to her, dressed sharp but with a fun, party-friendly aura.
Simone: …SCW Universe, please welcome—Erik Lunam!
The crowd cheers. Erik flashes a big smile, throwing up a quick wave to the fans before leaning toward the camera with charismatic energy.
Lunam: Belinda, thank you so much! SCW Universe, thank you for that welcome! I could not be more excited to be here tonight! What better way to make your Climax Control debut than in the middle of one of the hottest party cities in the world, with the greatest wrestling fans on the planet?!
The crowd pops again as Erik leans back against the barricade and several fans swarm en masse to get up close and personal with the handsome and charismatic color commentator.
Simone: Energetic, witty, and clearly ready to dive into the madness of SCW! Erik, it’s a pleasure to have you here.
Lunam: Pleasure’s all mine, Belinda. Tonight is going to be wild, unpredictable, and absolutely unforgettable… and I’m ready to dance right into the action with everyone here!
The two finally take their seats at the announce desk as the camera zooms out to capture the packed venue, the ring glowing under the lights, and the crowd on fire.
Simone: Fans, our opening contest tonight is another first for Sin City Wrestling as we hold the first-ever hangover Hell Rules match between the two men who will be challenging Vincent Lyons Junior for the Roulette title at Violent Conduct X! It’s Logan Hunter taking on Liam Davis, and here is where things get interesting! At the start of the match, both men must down a shot given to them by the referee! Then at regular intervals, they will be given more shots which they must drink. To win, one of these men must put their opponent through a bar table stacked with empty bottles!
Lunam: A spot of some unfortunate news. The showdown between Lilith Locke and Joanne Canelli has been cancelled due to traveling conflicts. A tough break, but rest assured, both women will be back in action soon.
Simone: Making up for that absence though, we’ve got a big Internet Championship Qualifying Match lined up. ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart will square off with Miles Kasey. The winner takes one step closer to earning a shot at the gold come Violent Conduct X.
Lunam: And that’s not all. Alicia Lukas, one of the top Bombshell Roulette challengers, is in action tonight. She’ll be taking on Cassie Wolfe, close friend and teammate of the champion, Harper Mason. You know Lukas would love to send a message through Cassie tonight.
Simone: And then it’s the big one, the Main Event! Reigning Roulette Champion, Vincent Lyons Jr., goes one-on-one with LJ Kasey. It’s non-title, but it will be contested under Roulette Division rules. You never know what kind of chaos we’ll see when the wheel spins.
Lunam: Chaos, unpredictability, and a whole lot of intensity! Now that’s a party! That’s what tonight’s all about. Let’s get things rolling!
The camera cuts to the locker room area. Miles is lacing up his boots, a smirk on his face, humming a tune under his breath. Carter walks in, holding a bottle of water, arching a brow.
HBCarter: You’re in a suspiciously good mood. Usually, before a match, you’re pacing like a caged animal.
Miles: *chuckles* Yeah, well, tonight feels different. For once, I don’t feel the weight dragging me down. No baggage, no chip on my shoulder. Just me, ready to punch Bill Barnhart’s lights out.
HBCarter: *smirks* You’re telling me the Bill Barnhart factor isn’t getting under your skin? The man’s been running his mouth nonstop.
Miles: Oh, I know. Bill has been running that mouth of his since he came out of his mother. He’s always been good at talking like he’s still the guy he was ten years ago. But that’s just it, he isn’t. He’s bitter, stuck, clinging to whatever scraps he’s got left. Me? I’m not chasing ghosts anymore. He’s not a ghost. He’s just a guy. And I’ve already survived worse than him.
HBCarter: *nods, crossing his arms* So what’s the game plan?
Miles: *smiling, standing up* It’s simple love, making him regret ever stepping in the ring with me. If Bea gets in the way, if Felix sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong? Same deal. Doesn’t matter. They can bark, bite, throw the whole kennel at me. I’ll still be standing
.HBCarter: *grins, handing him the water* Damn. Look at you. It almost makes me think this’ll be easy.
Miles: Easy? Nah. Fun? Absolutely. And after I punch my ticket to Violent Conduct X and I get my road back to the Internet Championship, we’re going to live it up and allow ourselves to celebrate.
Miles takes the water, downs it in one go, and slaps Carter on the ass before giving him a kiss. The camera lingers on Miles’ grin, sharper than usual, before fading back to the arena.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the Aussie Bombshell Cassie Wolfe leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Cassie: Stop me if you’ve heard this before: Harper’s set to face a blonde, older bombshell in a title match at the next Supercard and because I’m Harper’s best friend? I’m facing Harper’s opponent tonight.
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: Really, the only difference is that Alicia is set to challenge Alicia and not the other way round, unlike what happened with Victoria during the Summer XXXTreme Cycle!
Cassie shakes her head,
Cassie: If Alicia thinks she’s got a easy route to being relevant for the first time in years by becoming the Bombshell Roulette Champion? She’s got another thing coming and I’m going to prove that night!
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
”Breaking the Law” begins playing and the first match is set to begin!
Justin: Our opening contest tonight at Climax Control is the Hangover Hell Rules match! The match begins with both wrestlers drinking shots. At regular intervals throughout the match, more shots will be handed to the men by the referee and consumed! The only way to win is to put your opponent through the bar table at ringside!
The crowd cheers as the camera showcases the special table set up at ringside and lined with bottles of liquor and empty shot and drink glasses!
Lunam: I never thought the first match I ever called professionally would be something like this!
Simone: That is what Sin City Wrestling is all about! Chaos and firsts and how to combine them!
Justin: Introducing first…!
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davies!
Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.
Justin: And his opponent…!
"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 broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed.
The referee, already looking weary about his job tonight, holds up a tray. Two shot glasses glistened with amber liquor beneath the bright lights.
Lunam: Hangover Hell rules! They have to down the first shot, then the bell rings.
Simone: And more shots to come whenever the referee presents them to the combatants.
Jacob Summers calls both men to the center of the ring and holds the tray out to both.
Crowd: DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!
Logan snatches his glass first, holding it high like a toast to the entire arena. He downs it with flair, grimacing theatrically afterward and tossing the glass aside. Liam grabs his without ceremony, slams it back, and drops the glass hard enough it cracks against the tray.
DING DING DING!
Logan circles the ring, shaking his arms loose, still wearing that smirk. Liam doesn’t circle. He advances, straight as an arrow, like a man headed into a street fight. Logan darts in for a quick lock-up, but Liam shoves him back so hard he lands on his ass. The crowd erupts. Logan scrambles to his feet, jaw tightening, and points a finger like he’s just been cheated, getting right up in Liam’s face!
Lunam: I know I’m the new guy around these parts but I really don’t think Liam is the sort you should be getting in the face of.
Simone: And I imagine Logan will find that out for himself any given moment.
Logan tries again, this time feinting high and darting low for a waistlock. For a moment he manages to latch onto Liam’s midsection from behind, but the cop’s response is immediate and violent. He drives a sharp elbow straight back into Logan’s head and face. Logan staggers back, clutching his head, and Liam pivots around and delivers a discus lariat that turns Hunter inside out as one can hear the shriek of Brooke at ringside cutting through the cheers!
Lunam: Sorta like that?
Simone: Let’s just call that a visual aid.
Logan sprawls on the mat, blinking at the lights. Liam then kneels down at Logan’s side and grabs a handful of his hair with one hand and pulverizes him in the skull with the other! Liam then drags him up by his hair and hurls him shoulder-first into the corner!
Simone: Logan took a lot of offense at Liam inserting himself into the Roulette Championship picture and so far we are seeing just why he was allowed to.
The sound of Logan’s body colliding with steel is harsh as the entire ring shakes. He crumples back from between the turnbuckles, gasping and holding his shoulder in pain. Liam follows with stiff stomps, each one landing heavy, targeted, merciless and for the most part, referee Jacob Summers is powerless to intervene. Still, he tries and Jacob pulls him back to get some separation between the two but Liam shoves past. He grabs Logan by the wrist and hauls him roughly to his feet. Liam Irish whips him across the ring but Logan reverses at the last second … but on the rebound Liam jumps and pounces on Logan with a Thesz press, but before he could inflict further pain…
BUZZER!!!
Lunam: What was that!?
Simone: Two guesses!
Jacob suddenly slides into the picture again, tray in hand and two fresh shot glasses wobbling precariously. Liam snatches his and downs it without breaking his glare at Logan. Logan rolls toward the ropes, dragging himself upright, then raises his glass like a trophy before downing it with a grin.
Lunam: This kind of punishment and Logan is GRINNING?
Simone: He’s not giving Liam Davis the satisfaction of seeing him in too much pain.
Logan tosses the glass into the air and without warning … mule-kicks backward, catching Liam square in the groin!
Lunam: Oh F**K me!
The crowd boos as Liam doubles over in pain, rage already boiling in his reddening face! Liam struggles to stand upright but Logan lays him right back out with a superkick right to the chops! Logan goes down like he was shot! Logan pops up, arms spread wide, strutting around the ring like he’s just won the world title.
Lunam: Is he always like that?
Simone: There are advantages to being the new guy. You weren’t here to see Logan at his absolute worst.
With Liam down, Logan stomps repeatedly at his chest, then rolls out under the ropes. He yanks a beer bottle from the stack on the bar table, holds it high, and pretends to take a swig before smashing it against the barricade! The glass explodes! He slides back in, jagged bottleneck in hand, stalking Liam like a predator.
Simone: Don’t do it! This is going too far!
He raises it high but Liam’s arm shoots up, catching Logan’s wrist! The cop’s grip is iron. Logan’s eyes widen as Liam slowly forces the weapon hand downward. Slowly, Liam powers his way back to his feet as he holds Logan’s weapon-wielding hand at bay! Liam shakes his head slowly and then STRIKES! One headbutt! Then another! And a third! Each thuds with sickening impact, Logan’s cocky expression giving way to a slack, glassy stare. He drops the bottle fragment. Liam hurls him into the corner and the assault is merciless! Forearm after forearm! A knee to the ribs! A brutal chop across the chest that echoes like a gunshot! Logan slumps in the corner, gasping. Liam pulls him out, spins him, and delivers a brutal back suplex that rattles the entire ring!
Simone: And Liam Davis has regained control of this match!
Logan rolls onto his stomach, crawling toward the ropes, coughing violently. Liam stalks him like a hunter with wounded prey. He drags Logan up, walks him to the ropes, and hurls him clear over! Logan crashing onto the apron, then tumbling to the floor with a thud!
BUZZER!!!
Lunam: Again???
Jacob approaches with another tray and another pair of shots. Liam snatches his, downs it, and motions for the crowd to get louder. They oblige with a roar! Logan, groggy but opportunistic, crawls to the bar table and grabs the other glass. He smirks weakly, downs it, then staggers upright, using the table for balance as Liam rolls out of the ring to meet him.
Simone: And things are about to get ugly.
Lunam: You say that like they weren’t already.
Liam grabs Logan by the back of the head and slams him face-first onto the wooden table! Bottles rattle dangerously but don’t break. Liam does it again and then goes for a three-peat but Logan braces his hands, blocking it! With surprising burst, Logan elbows backward, catching Liam in the ribs, then drives a forearm into his jaw. He spins, grabs one of the bottles, and smashes it across Liam’s forehead!
Lunam: And right there is the risk these two were running going into this match!
Liam reels, blood trickling from a thin cut across his hairline. Logan grins, wiping sweat from his brow. He rolls Liam onto the table, laying him across the bottles. The audience rises, sensing disaster! Logan climbs onto the apron, steadying himself. He points at Liam, then at the sky. Then, Liam leaps backwards with a swanton onto the table… BUT LIAM ROLLS CLEAR AND LOGAN CRASHES ONTO THE TABLE!! Bottles fly everywhere but the wood holds firm!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Logan writhes in agony, clutching his ribs and back! Liam wipes blood from his forehead, expression twisted into something animalistic, and climbs onto the apron himself. He grabs Logan by the hair and drags him upright atop the table.
BUZZER!!!
Lunam: At this rate these two are going to need a hangover to forget what they’ve been put through!
Jacob holds up another tray with two more shots. He carefully sets them on the apron, then retreats. Liam notices first. He clubs Logan once more, knocking him to his knees on the table, then reaches for a shot. He downs it, glass slipping from his hand and smashing it below. Logan, dazed, crawls toward the second glass. He snatches it, raises it with a bloody grin, and drinks. Then, in an act of defiance, he spits the liquor straight into Liam’s eyes!
Simone: Oh! That sneaky little…!
Lunam: Is he allowed to do that!?
Simone: No, but he did it anyway!
The cop roars in fury, blinded as he claws at his stinging eyes! Logan shoves him hard and Liam topples off the table and crashes back-first onto the floor! Liam starts to fight his way back to a vertical base and Logan comes off the table and strikes with a missile dropkick that sends Davis crashing back hard against the steel steps! Logan then swiftly climbs back onto the ring apron and holds an arm up to massive boos from the SCW Universe but cheers from Brooke! Liam isn’t down for long. He rises with terrifying speed, shaking off the sting in his eyes, face a crimson mask from sweat and blood. Logan’s smirk falters again.
Simone: I don’t think Logan can believe the fight left in this angry officer!
Lunam: I imagine breaking up a married couple brawling will feel like a cake walk compared to this!
Liam quickly grabs Logan’s legs, and yanks him hard, Logan crashes spine-first onto the apron’s edge, then crumples to the floor! Liam then sends Logan careening into the steel steps with a deafening crash! He stomps him, drags him back to his feet and hurls him shoulder-first into the barricade!
BUZZER!!!
Simone: Forget bleeding and injuries! Logan and Liam will have alcohol poisoning by the end of this night!
At ringside, Jacob raises another tray … the last round of shots! Both men stagger in to take them, collapsing against opposite corners. They lock eyes across the ring, glasses in hand. Simultaneously, they down them. Simultaneously, they hurl the glasses to the mat.
Then they CHARGE!
They meet in the middle, trading haymakers, neither willing to fall! The crowd is going absolutely nuts for this level of intensity! Logan’s strikes are wild, desperate. Liam’s are heavy, precise! Finally, Liam ducks one, scoops Logan up, and plants him with a spinebuster into the table that FINALLY breaks it clean in half with splinters flying everywhere!
DING DING DING!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Jacob moves in and raises Liuam’s arm in victory as the paramedics come swarming in to tend first to Logan who lies amidst a pile of table shrapnel and broken bottles - and then to the bloodied victor!
Justin: Here is your winner! LIAM DAVIS!!!
Liam stands over the carnage, chest heaving, blood dripping down his face! His glare never leaves Logan’s broken form sprawled in the ruins of the bar table!
Simone:And thus ends the very first Hangover Hell Rules match and Liam Davis stands tall and proud three weeks away from Violent Conduct X!
Cut to the backstage area where the reigning Roulette Champion Vincent Lyons Jr stands watching the aftermath of the carnage between his two challengers. He snorts and turns and walks away, saying not a word.
We get a camera shot of Bill and Bea outside of the dressing room assigned to Bill for this event. We are not sure why they are standing in the hallway but there is usually a good reason why Bill and Bea do things.
Bill: I do not see him anywhere Bea.
Bea: I am not sure if he came to this venue to be physically present for your match or if he is playing mind games with you.
Bill: For sure his mind is smaller than the size of a pea so whatever he is planning to do, or if he is trying to play mind games on me, nothing is going to work.
After Bill makes that comment Felix Hernandez walks into camera range and he stands opposite of Bill and Bea Barnhart.
Bill: I have no idea why you are here Felix. You are not assigned to a match for this event.
Felix: I am here to make sure you lose to Miles Kasey.
Bill: If you try to interfere in my match with Miles Kasey you will not only get taken out by Bea and our friends but you will get Miles hit with a Disqualification for outside interference. Is that what you are really about Felix?
Bea: Just move along Felix. Leave us alone or you will have Sin City Wrestling Management on you.
As those words are spoken by Bea we watch as Felix rushes Bea and it appears he is going to try to punch her. He is not successful since Bill jumped between Felix and Bea and he laid a hard punch to the face of Felix. Security personnel nearby saw the altercation and the saw that Felix Hernandez instigated the altercation. They grab onto Hernandez and drag him away from Bill and Bea Barnhart.
Bill: Miles I know you did not have anything to do with Felix Hernandez confronting myself and Bea. I would hate to see you get disqualified in our match due to Hernandez interfering in our match. I wish you the best in our match as you are one of the wrestlers I love to go up against. See you in the ring shortly.
Bill and Bea thank the Security personnel for restraining Hernandez. Then Bill and Bea take off down the hallway to get to the staging area to be ready for their entrance for the match between Bill and Miles.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control following the opening match where the Shields Sisters are carrying the very drunk Logan Hunter after the opening match.
Brooke: I could’ve sworn I told Christian that Logan can’t handle his drink.
Marissa: You’d think he could since he’s Australian and all!
Logan: My *hic* throne *hic*.
Brooke: He can’t even handle a shot of ginger beer!
Marissa: I thought that stuff was non-alcoholic?!
Brooke: EXACTLY!
Marissa shakes her head.
Marissa: Look, I don’t want this drunken idiot around the other wrestlers, why don’t we just spend the rest of the night at a pool.
Brooke: Goof thinking! I know just the place.
Logan: *hic* Lord of *hic* Golden *hic* showers.
You can practically hear a record scratch as Marissa shares a look with her younger twin sister.
Marissa: Tell me he didn’t just say that?!
Brooke: He did! Let’s roll!
The trio leave as the scene fades.
Simone:Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match which sees “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart battle Miles Kasey for the right to join Alex Jones and Eddie Lyons in the TLC Match for the vacant Internet Championship at Violent Conduct!
Lunam: Lots of history in this match between these two men! This should be good Belinda!
Simone:Indeed it should! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Internet Championship Qualifying Match!
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Justin: Introducing first, from Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing 240ibs, “BULLDOG” BILL BARNHART!
Simone:This is the first we’ve seen of Bill since he lost the Overboard Battle Royal at Summer XXXTreme and last week we saw his wife Bea Barnhart cheat her way to a win over Candy!
Lunam: And now he’s got an opportunity to earn a shot at the Internet Championship!
Justin: And his opponent!
"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.
Justin: From Manchester, England, MILES KASEY!
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 the stage—or the opponent—ready. Simone:Miles is a former Roulette and Internet Champion and he was the man Kevin Carter beat to win the Internet Title! Lunam: And now he could get a chance to win it back! Jasmine goes over the rules with both men and once it’s confirmed that they understand? Jasmine calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone:And the match is underway!
Lunam: Two men, one possible shot at the Internet Championship, let’s go!
Once the bell rings the two men circle each other before they lock up in the middle of the ring, being the bigger of the two man Bill backs Miles into a corner and, after backing off at Jasmine’s instruction, starts firing forearms at Miles’s face, Miles recovers quickly and starts fighting back with forearms of his own and the brawl ensues between the two men in the middle of the ring and Jasmine can only watch on.
Simone:And things are off to a hot start already.
Lunam: Bill has the size and power, Miles has the speed, agility and technical ability, this could go either way!
Miles manages to get the upper hand after ducking a wild right hand from Bill sending him to the outside with a high dropkick! That dropkick has definitely rocked Bill but back in the ring Miles starts hyping up the crowd in Cyprus for a dive before running the ropes………and immediately gets tripped up by Bea Barnhart! Though Bea feigns innocence Jasmine saw the whole thing and immediately ejects her from the ringside area!
Simone:That didn’t take long!
Lunam: Both in terms of Bea’s cheating and how she got ejected!
Bea protests Jasmine’s decision of course and only relents when Jasmine threatens to disqualify Bill on the spot and she begrudgingly heads to the back, however Bill has now returned to the ring and, as Miles is leading the crowd in a “na na na na, na na na na, hey, hey hey, goodbye” chant at Bea, he sneaks up on the bit and scores with a roll up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Miles kicks out.
Simone:Leave it to Bill to try to use his wife’s ejection to his advantage!
Lunam: But Miles won’t go down that easily!
Both men get to their feet and Miles immediately scores with a deep arm drag on Bill, keeping a hold of the arm to keep the pressure on the veteran but Bill fights back to his feet and grabs at Miles’s hair to back him up to the ropes, once there Bill scores with a couple of knee lifts to Miles’s midsection before sending him off the ropes, Miles ducks the clothesline attempt by Bill and counters with a running Hurricanrana! Miles holds on for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bill kicks out!
Simone:And now Miles has scored a pin-fall attempt on Bill!
Lunam: This could go either way!
Miles is the first one to get back to his feet but Bill isn’t far behind the Brit! Unfortunately for Bill? He gets hit with a standing dropkick by Miles that sends him to the outside again! Miles then starts hyping up the crowd for a dive but Bill sees it coming and ducks out of the way before Miles can hit the dive, however Miles pivots and does a handstand before doing a backflip into the centre of the ring, pointing to his forehead to show that he’s outsmarted Bill.
Simone:And now Bill has been outsmarted by Miles!
Lunam: He’s a former champ for a reason!
Bill is fuming at being outsmarted and he storms back into the ring before hitting Miles with a spear! Bill goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Miles kicks out! Bill argues with Jasmine over a slow count but Miles catches him with an roll-up mid argument!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bill kicks out! Bill gets back to his feet first and calls for his finisher!
Simone:Bill just called for the Piledriver!
Lunam: Will he join Alex and Eddie in the TLC Match?
Bill picks up Miles and sets him up for the Piledriver! However Miles backdrops Bill out of the attempt, runs up the ropes and hits the Os Cutter!
Simone:BLAST FROM THE PAST!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Bill, he’s done!
Miles goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, MILES KASEY!
Simone:Miles has now joined Eddie Lyons and Alex Jones in the TLC Match!
Lunam: But who will be the fourth man?
Miles celebrates his win while Jasmine checks on Bill.
A montage of people fumbling with slippery soap bars, dropping bottles of body wash in the shower, and looking frustrated.
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Cue jingle, to the tune of “Clap On, Clap Off” but legally different enough.
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Cut to Bill Barnhart in a bathroom set, wearing his ring gear but with a towel around his neck.
Bill: You know me. I’m Bulldog Bill Barnhart, SCW Superstar, and I’ve fought a lot of tough opponents. But you know what’s tougher than all of ‘em combined?
He holds up a slimy, dropped soap bar.
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He claps his hands twice. Instantly, soap squirts perfectly into his palm from an off-screen dispenser.
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Cut to montage.
Bill in the shower: claps, soap squirts. He nods approvingly.
Bill at a sink: claps, soap squirts. He washes his hands like he’s cutting a promo at the faucet.
Bill at a gym: claps, soap squirts from a wall-mounted unit, shocking a random spotter.
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Cut to random “customers."
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Back to Bill, in full promo mode, pointing at the camera.
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He claps again. Soap squirts onto his chest by mistake. He shrugs.
Bill: Hey, it’s not perfect… but neither am I!
But Wait, There’s More!
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Cut to Bill in a wrestling ring. He claps, soap squirts onto his hands. He locks in a headlock on an unlucky jobber.
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Montage of Bill clapping and washing up in different locations.
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Final shot: Bill claps twice. Soap squirts onto his dog, Iris. Bill sighs, shrugs, and laughs.
The show cuts to the ring where Andrea Hernandez is standing with a microphone and she’s on her own. She is getting a warm reception from the fans, but Andrea is definitely looking like she’s very glum, almost as if she’s about to deliver some bad news. She’s doing her best to keep her composure right now before she begins to speak.
Andrea: Tonight, you all came here knowing that I was to stand face to face with Kayla Richards and we’d be going back and forth, talking smack or whatever you want to call it. As you know, in a few weeks, we are to face each other one more time at Violent Conduct for the SCW Bombshells World Championship. However, as you can see, I am out here alone. There’s no Kayla with me and as a matter of fact, as far as I am concerned, there won’t be a challenge for the Bombshells World Championship at Violent Conduct either…
Andrea pauses as the fans find themselves in shock at what she just heard.
Andrea: I’ll get the obvious out of the way. I’m not pregnant. I know there’s been some of that going on lately, but that doesn’t apply to me. I’ve also got a clean bill of health so it’s nothing injury related and since I know it’s going to get brought up considering my history here with how mental health has driven me to my worst in SCW in the past, it’s nothing directly related to that either. So what happened was… as I was getting ready to come to the building tonight, I got a sudden emergency call from my brothers back at home and I found out the haunting, horrible news that my mother got hospitalized with a stroke…
There’s a hushed silence as Andrea is doing the best that she can to hold back any tears that are surely forming at the moment.
Andrea: As far as I know, she’s alive… critical but stable as they say. But for those of you that have either been through it yourselves or have cared for a loved one that has gone through it, those aren’t something to mess with and she’s going to be going through so much over the next few months and… the first thing that came to mind when I first heard the news was my dad…
She can’t hold the tears back anymore.
Andrea: How suddenly, he was gone and there was nothing that I can do about it, not even say goodbye. His heart attack happened five years ago right after I lost the world title for the first time and I remember making the stupid mistake of continuing on and pushing through for him and then the first match I wrestled after he died was on Father’s Day in a match that I lost and sure enough, you know the rest with how everything spiraled for me. I should’ve taken my time to grieve and I didn’t and it resulted in the worst mistake of my career. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to say “let’s go get ‘em” in regards to Violent Conduct. I would love to make it a “win one for mom” campaign to fight for her and win that title for her but at the same time, I’m the only one in my family that has the time to take care of her and guys, life’s too short. Family always comes first and I am not going to make the same mistake I did five years ago of carrying on and trying to fight through something so horrible so… as much as it hurts me to say, as soon as I get out of this ring, I’m going straight to the airport, I’m going home to take care of her and you’re not going to see me in Sin City Wrestling for a while until I know she’s okay and can take care of herself again. I do apologize to you guys for this sudden announcement and sudden change of plans, but like I said, family is important and I’m going to be there a hundred percent and mark my words on this…
I WILL be SCW Bombshells World Champion when I come back. But for now? I have to step away to make sure my mother recovers and gets a clean bill of health again….
Thank you for your patience and understanding…
Andrea drops the microphone and then she exits the ring. There’s some quietness before some applause is heard. This grows into cheers as Andrea walks through the curtains and heads out.
The camera fades in on the lavish lounge area of the Castle Club, decorated with velvet curtains, golden lighting, and a faint bass from the afterparty crowd in the background. In the middle of it all, the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter, is practically bouncing with joy, championship over his shoulder. Standing beside him, still slightly sweaty from his match earlier, is his husband Miles Kasey, clutching a bottle of water and a big grin after his hard-fought victory.
HBCarter: I knew you had it in you! You went out there tonight and showed the whole damn world exactly why they should never underestimate Miles Kasey! And now you’re one step away from gold!
Miles: Hey, I just got lucky out there…
HBCarter: Nope! None of that “lucky” talk. You earned this. You’ve busted your ass, and tonight, it paid off. And at Violent Conduct X, it’s your time, babe!
Carter kisses Miles on the cheek as the crowd in the lounge gives a little cheer. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts when the tall, commanding figure of Evelyn Hall, the new General Manager, enters the frame. At 6’3, dressed immaculately in a tailored suit, she carries herself with regal poise and authority. Carter and Miles both straighten instinctively as she approaches.
Evelyn extends her hand to Miles.
Evelyn: Mr. Kasey. Congratulations on your victory this evening. It was well-earned, and because of that, you now have a place in the Fatal Fourway at Violent Conduct X… for the vacant Internet Championship.
Miles: Thank you, Ms. Hall. Means a lot. I won’t let this chance slip.
HBCarter: See? Didn’t I just say it? I told him he’s championship material!
Evelyn turns to Carter with a soft but refined smile.
Evelyn: And as for you, Mr. Carter… the World Heavyweight Champion will also be in action next week. In a tag team match no less.
HBCarter: Ohhh, Cancun, huh? Nice! And I’m guessing my tag partner’s gonna be this guy right here? Dream team, husband power, all that?
Evelyn: Not quite. Your partner will be… Aiden Reynolds.
The crowd reacts with surprise. Carter blinks, the smile faltering for a moment.
HBCarter: Aiden? …Okay, uh, wasn’t expecting that. Who are we up against, then?
Evelyn allows herself the faintest of smiles, a flash of mystery in her otherwise composed demeanor.
Evelyn: Now, Carter, I can’t give away all of my secrets. You’ll just have to wait.
With that, Evelyn gives Miles a polite nod and Carter a piercing, knowing look before turning and walking out of frame, heels clicking on the floor. Carter watches her leave, still processing.
Simone: The next match has the makings of a total squash by by Alicia Lukas over Cassie Wolfe.
Lunam: Belinda you always jump in commenting on wrestling matches before the match even begins. Why not let the match start and the wrestlers get into the action of the match before making a negative comment like that.
Simone: Erik you cannot be serious! Cassie is giving up around thirty pounds of weight against Alicia and she is shorter than Alicia by five inches. I will admit that Cassie Wolfe has been successful in the ring but I think her luck has expired having to face Alicia Lukas.
Justin: First to make their entrance to the ring, she is originally from South Australia but now resides in Reno, Nevada, she comes into this match at five feet three inches in height and one hundred eighteen pounds in weight, please give a great Cyprus welcome for THE REBEL PRINCESS CASSIE WOLFE!!!
The opening riff of “Wolf Within” hits the speakers and once the lyrics kick in Cassie Wolfe emerges from the backstage area and she shows her excitement to get into the action of this match. With hands on her leather jacket’s sides Cassie turns her back to the crowd striking a pose. She then takes off in a run down the ramp to arrive at the ring. Cassie leaps up on the ring apron and plays the crowd much to their enjoyment. She then flips her hair, then she removes her jacket and hands it to a ring attendant, then she jumps over the top ropes into the ring where she rolls to her knees and again plays up the crowd. When the crowd calms down a bit Cassie takes residence in the corner that is close to her to await the arrival of her opponent Alicia Lukas.
Lunam: How can anyone not like an exciting wrestler like Cassie Wolfe?
Simone: I just do not like her that is all.
Justin: Next to make their way to the ring, the are from Atlanta, Georgia, and they stand in at five feet eight inches and one hundred fifty pounds, please give a great Cyprus welcome for ALICIA LUKAS!!!
I STILL WEAR THIS CROWN by KITTIE hits the speakers as Alicia Lukas steps out from the backstage area onto the stage with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long hair. Alicia stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back as she glares down at the ring where Cassie Wolfe is located. She makes a motion with her hands as if she was pointing weapons at her opponent then she makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside. She then flips her hood back then puts her arms our as she smiles at the crowd. Alicia then leaps into the ring and plays up the crowd then she turns and glares as Cassie before moving to the corner to await the start of this match.
Lunam: A rather in-your-face and arrogant entrance if you ask me.
Referee Dawn Barnes calls both wrestlers to join her in the middle of the ring. She goes over the rules of this match which and that the winner will be determined by pinfall, submission, or knockout. Referee Barns asks both wrestlers if they fully understand how she will officiate their match and both Cassie and Alicia state that they understand. Referee Barnes then checks both wrestlers to ensure they do not have foreign objects or substances on them. Finding both of them clean of foreign objects or substances on themselves, she asks the two to shake hands and then return to their corners to wait for the bell from the Timekeeper to officially start their match. Cassie graciously extends her hand to shake the hand of Alicia but Alicia refuses to shake the hand of Cassie but she does throw a cheap shot punch that smacks into the chest of Cassie. Referee Barnes is extremely upset and she informs Alicia if her illegal behavior continues in this match she will issue a Disqualification upon her. Alicia apologizes to Cassie and Referee Barnes then she returns to her corner as does Cassie to await the bell from the Timekeeper to officially start their match.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Considering that Alicia threw a cheap shot punch on Cassie, when Referee Barnes asked both wrestlers to shake hands then return to their corners, I have a feeling this is going to be a match filled with warnings from Referee Dawn Barnes.
Simone: Oh, come on Erik, it was just a small tap by Alicia to let Cassie know she is in a real fight in this match.
Both Cassie and Alicia come quickly out of their corners and they slam into each other in the center of the ring. Both are landing blows with some of the blows being closed fist blows which brings a warning by Referee Barnes to both the wrestlers. When Alicia goes off on Referee Barnes she gets reprimanded for violating the rules of the match and another warning is issued by Referee Barnes. Alicia takes offense to the reprimand by Referee Barnes and she ends on the losing end of the argument with Referee Barnes. While Lukas is arguing with Referee Barnes we watch as Cassie Wolf maneuvers behind Alicia Lukas then she taps her on the shoulder and when Alicia spins around Cassie nails her with a Superkick that drop Lukas to the mat. Cassie is quick to dive on top of Alicia and go for the pin as Referee Barnes drops into position and begins the count on the attempted pinfall by Cassie on Alicia.
ONE!
TWO!
Before Referee Barnes is able to drop her hand for the third count on the pin attempt by Cassie we watch as Alicia powers out of the attempted pin. Even though Lukas got out of the pin she is moving slowly so we know the Superkick had an effect on her. Referee Barnes raises two fingers into the air to indicate the count was only a two count so this match continues.
Lunam: Wow! That was close to a win for Cassie Wolf. If only she was able to hold the pin for a half second more.
Simone: So we have that it was possible. . .it was close. . .she should have obtained the win. . .but. . .and the list is endless. The fact remains that Cassie did not get the win with the pin attempt. . .she only got close. Remember the saying that goes CLOSIES ONLY COUNT IN HORSESHOES AND HAND-GRENADES
Referee Barnes checks on Alicia and Cassie and seeing both are active and moving she backs off to allow the action to continue. Even with a pin attempt by Cassie on her we see a huge grin on the face of Alicia. The evil look in the eyes of Alicia speaks loudly of what she may be thinking about doing to Cassie.
Simone: Oh, man, if I was Cassie in the ring right now I would not feel good about the look in the eyes and on the face of Alicia.
Lunam: Oh, Belinda, you often tend to lean to much to one side or the other. You should do what I do and that is to sit back and enjoy the match and the action and let the match play out until there is a clear winner.
Both Alicia and Cassie are up on their feet and the maneuver around each other with both waiting for an opening to come up where they can take advantage of the other. Currently neither wrestler is able to latch onto the other to gain the advantage while at the same time trying hard not to allow their opponent to get the advantage over them. They continue to try to get and maintain the advantage over the other but so far it is still a stalemate. We watch as Alicia backs up several steps and we are wondering what she is planning on doing. Cassie is taking this backing up as a possible sign of Alicia backing down against her. Taking advantage of the apparent backing down on the part of Alicia we see Cassie strut towards Alicia and Alicia hits Cassie with a Spinning Heel Kick to the midsection of Cassie which causes Cassie to stop and bend over from the pain of the kick. While Cassie is trying to regain her composure we watch as Alicia Lukas hits Cassie with a Low Dropkick to the knee of Cassie which causes Cassie to drop to the mat and she is holding and massaging her knee to try to alleviate the pain from that low dropkick.
Simone: This is the end of Cassie Wolf.
Lunam: Never count a wrestler out of a match until the Referee has either administered a three count on the pinfall against them or the wrestler on the receiving end taps out.
Alicia roughly rolls Cassie onto her back on the mat and then Alicia drops on top of Cassie and firmly hooks her legs for the pin attempt. Both wrestlers are near the ropes which may come into play. Referee Dawn Barnes drops into position to make the count on the pin attempt and after she makes sure the shoulders of Cassie are on the mat she starts the count on the pin attempt.
ONE!
Cassie is stretching out of arm as much as she can and her hand is very close to the ropes so if she can grab the ropes there is likely to be a break command from the Referee Barnes.
TWO!
Cassie continues to stretch her arm closer to the ropes as Alicia is working hard to keep Cassie from moving. Referee Barnes raises two fingers up to indicate the count is currently at two. However, before Referee Barnes can raise her arm and drop her hand to the mat for a three count Cassie has grabbed onto the ring ropes and, seeing this, Referee Barnes stops her count on the attempted pin attempt and she orders Alicia to release her hold on Cassie. Alicia reluctantly releases the hold and once Cassie is free of her grasp she slides through the ropes and drops to the arena floor.
Simone: Nooooooooo!!!!! I do not see how that happened. Had Referee Barnes been quicker on the count this match would be over with Alicia as the winner.
Lunam: As I previously mentioned you should never feel a wrestler is done in a match until the Referee has administered a legitimate three count or the wrestler getting pinned taps out.
Alicia is looking down at Cassie who went out of the ring to the arena floor. Cassie is taking her time to work on returning inside of the ring and Alicia is getting more upset by the moment. She tells Referee Barnes to force Cassie to get back into the ring and Referee Barnes informs Alicia to stick to wrestling instead of trying to tell the Referee how to officiate a match. Referee Barnes walks over to the side of the ring where Cassie is located and she orders Cassie to return inside the ring but Wolf is taking her time due to a count has not yet been started by the Referee.
Simone: So, Lunam, are you going to claim that Referee Barnes is not biased against Alicia Lukas?
Lunam: I never stated that. I feel Referee Barnes is making sure what is going on before administering a count on Cassie.
Referee Barnes, not happy that Cassie Wolf is not attempting to return inside the ring, begins her count on Cassie and she will either have to return inside the ring or receive a Disqualification.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Cassie begins to move toward the ring and when she reaches the ring steps she begins walking up them to get to the ring apron.
FOUR!
FIVE!
Cassie steps through the ropes but not all the way into the ring yet so Referee Barnes continues her count on Cassie.
SIX!
Cassie then pulls her entire self through the ropes and into the ring so Referee Barnes stops her count on Cassie. Alicia charges on Cassie that knocks Wolf hard into the corner. When Cassie comes off the landing in the corner she is met with a swift hard kick to the ankle by Alicia. We can tell the kick to the ankle has caused severe pain to Cassie. Without hesitating Alicia Lukas goes for the win with her patented Lioness Bite. . .Gorilla Lock. . .Standing Cloverleaf Ankle Lock and she has it locked in hard. Due to the wrestlers being a distance from the ropes there is no way Cassie can escape the hold so when Referee Barnes asks her he she wants to submit she says YES and Referee Barnes calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Referee Barnes tells Alicia to release the hold but she is slow to do so until Referee Barnes informs her she is willing to change her decision on who is the winner of this match if she refuses to release the hold in Cassie. That results in Alicia releasing the hold the then she walks over to where Justin Decent is standing.
Lunam: Well we already know the results of this match.
Simone: Yep!
Justin: Referee Darn Barnes has delivered her decision on this match. Due to Cassie Wolf submitting to the submission hold applied to her by Alicia Lukas, the winner of this match, by Submission…ALICIA LUKAS!!!
Referee Barnes raises the hand of Alicia for the victory then she releases the hand of Alicia. Then Alicia makes a trip around the ring to play up the crowd before exiting the ring and heading into the backstage area. Back in the ring Cassie Wolfe is up on her feet and she is slowly getting out of the ring to return to the backstage area.
Cheesy upbeat music. A montage of people yawning on treadmills, stumbling off in exhaustion, and then collapsing onto couches.
Voice Over: Are you tired of being tired… while trying to stay in shape?!
A guy runs on a treadmill, trips, and falls asleep midair. Wacky sound effect.
Cassie Wolfe enters in her wrestling gear.
Cassie: Hi, I’m Cassie Wolfe, SCW Bombshell, and I dominate in the ring — but let’s be honest… outside of it? I just want a nap.
She yawns dramatically.
Cassie: That’s why I use… the TreadSnooze™! The world’s first treadmill… with a BUILT-IN MATTRESS!
Demonstration
[Split screen] – Left side: someone running on a normal treadmill, sweating, gasping, miserable. Right side: Cassie casually strolls on the TreadSnooze, then flops down onto the mattress as it folds open.
Cassie: Why waste time deciding between working out or passing out? With TreadSnooze™, you can do BOTH at the same time!
Features Segment
Voice Over: State-of-the-art nap foam technology!
Sleepwalk your way to a six-pack!
Adjustable incline… AND pillow firmness!
Cupholders for BOTH your water bottle AND your hot cocoa!
Cut to random actors pretending to be satisfied customers.
Tired Mom: Before TreadSnooze™, I had no energy. Now? I nap through my entire cardio session, and I’ve never felt lazier… OR healthier!
Buff Dude: I was skeptical at first… but I gained muscle tone AND eight extra hours of sleep a week. Bro, it’s like… dream gains.
Back to Cassie, sitting cross-legged on the TreadSnooze, smiling big.
Cassie: And because I’m a professional wrestler, I need recovery time. With TreadSnooze™, I can train… snooze… and wake up ready to win matches. Honestly? It’s my secret weapon!
She winks at the camera, then does a mock “elbow drop” onto the mattress.
But Wait, There’s More!
Voice Over: But wait! Order in the next 15 minutes, and you won’t just get ONE TreadSnooze™! You’ll also receive the Nap Strap™!
Cut to Cassie holding a giant wrestling-style championship belt… except it’s a pillow.
Cassie: Strap it on, lean back, and dream of victory!
Montage of Cassie pinning people in the ring, then cutting to her sleeping peacefully on the TreadSnooze.
Cassie: (sleepily) TreadSnooze™… because you deserve a workout you’ll sleep through.
Voice Over: TreadSnooze™ ... only three easy payments of $99.99! Call now, and nap your way to fitness!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Harper and Josh waiting to be interviewed by Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Harper, Josh, I was hoping we’d get a chance to chat after what happened following last week’s Clash of the Champions Match between you and Mercedes.
Harper: It was bad enough that her lucky streak continued for yet another month and she got the win, then she had to go and have her equally washed up partner in crime Crystal attack Josh and then me.
Joshua: Which Crystal got fined for I might add!
Harper: Yeah well, if she was trying to hinder his chances in the Wrestleleague Tournament? She failed much like Mercedes will eventually fail to hold onto the title! As for tonight’s match between Cassie and Alicia? I’ll be watching!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: The other thing was that next week is the Go Home Show before Violent Conduct, any plans?
Harper: Well, if me and Cass face the not so Golden Girls in a tag team match next I won’t be surprised! And as for Alicia? I’ll be ready!
Harper and Josh walk off as the scene fades.
Camera cuts in on LJ Kasey stretching out on a mat, rolling his shoulders and loosening up. Alexandra Callaway is standing nearby, arms folded, watching him carefully.
Ally: You’re quiet. That’s usually when I know you’re either locked in… or overthinking.
LJ: *smirks* Maybe a little of both. It’s Vincent Lyons Jr., the Roulette Champion. Even if it's a non-title match, beating him in the main event means something. If I can do that, people stop wondering if I belong here...potentially.
He pauses his stretch, looking over at her with a grin.
LJ: Speaking of belonging, you still want the bigger closet, right?
Ally: *blinks* ....What? Closet? LJ, you’re asking me that now?
LJ: Yeah. You and Ashlynn are officially moving in, so I figure we should settle it before the boxes show up. No closet wars later. I am of course more than willing to share with you but I wasn’t sure if you and Ash just wanted to go all one.
Ally shakes her head with a laugh, caught off guard. LJ reaches into his gym bag and pulls out a small keychain, handing it to her. Two fresh keys gleam under the lights.
LJ: You don’t have to ask to come over anymore. It’s not just my place, it’s ours. Yours and Ashlynn’s too. Home.
Ally stares at the keys in her hand, clearly moved, then looks up at him.
Ally: You really are something else.
LJ: *grins, rolling his neck* Let’s hope Vincent figures that out the hard way tonight.
Ally: Then go show him. Wheel or no wheel, title or no title, this match still matters. Beat Vincent, and you prove you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
LJ nods, gives her a quick kiss, then grabs his towel and heads toward the corridor.
Ally: *calling after him* Whatever that wheel lands on , you’ve got this!
Camera lingers on Ally holding the keys tight in her hand before cutting away to the roulette wheel set up for LJ’s match.
Climax Control returns from break to find Mercedes Vargas and Crystal Caldwell already in the ring with a microphone in hand. Justin Decent stands ringside, ready for the introduction.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SCW Hall of Famers CRYSTAL CALDWELL and the Bombshell Internet Champion… MERCEDES VARGAS!
The two women take a beat to let the noise wash over them, Mercedes tightening her grip on the title while Crystal gestures dramatically for the audience to "bow down" with her hands. The heel arrogance drips off them both as the anticipation builds.
Mercedes Vargas stands in the ring, championship resting over her shoulder. She waits for the crowd to simmer down before slowly raising the mic. A faint, knowing smirk plays across her lips.
Mercedes: SCW keeps talking about “new era” this, “new era” that—new owner, new GM, even a new voice at ringside.
Mercedes and Crystal turn to the announce desk and they both wave at Erik Lunam.
Mercedes: But one thing hasn’t changed. This Bombshell Internet Championship is still on my shoulder. Still mine. And just like always, everybody wants a piece of my spotlight. Same story, different name.
The audience gives a knowing pop, with a few playful boos sprinkled in. Mercedes raises an eyebrow at the reaction, unbothered while Crystal shakes her head, rolling her eyes knowingly at the reaction and mouthing, “It’s true.”
Mercedes: Diamond Steele… or should I say, the most beautiful gem of a bombshell.
Mercedes lets out a mock-surprised gasp and tilts her head, playing up the sarcasm as the crowd laughs at her reaction. Crystal leans into the hard camera, feigning a laugh before gesturing like she’s polishing an imaginary rock.
Mercedes: Wow. Thank you for reminding us—because without your constant declarations, we might've forgotten which overpriced trinket you think you are. The “most beautiful gem of a bombshell,” right? Because since May, you’ve only wrestled five matches. Five.
Crystal: And only two wins all year. One against Frankie Holliday, and one way back in June against Bea Barnhart. That’s it. That’s your résumé.
The fans rally behind Diamond with loud chants of “DIA-MOND! DIA-MOND!” trying to drown out the insults. Crystal smirks, lowering her mic with an almost amused expression, while Mercedes leans on the ropes, waving her hand dismissively at the crowd like they’re beneath her. Crystal finally raises her mic again.
Crystal: You replaced me in that Summer XXXTreme Bombshell World Championship number one contender’s match and still came up short. Andrea walked out the winner, Amelia, Joanne, Alexandra—everyone outshined you. You weren’t even close, Diamond.
The crowd oooohs at the stat-drop. Mercedes smirks, shrugging her shoulders like it’s just facts.
Mercedes: Let me make this crystal clear, mamita. Shining doesn’t mean you’re valuable. Some things sparkle in the light too—like broken glass. And trust me, I’ve stepped over plenty of that on my way to the top.
Crystal: And we didn’t even stop to sweep it up. We just kept strutting right past it.
Mercedes smirks at Crystal’s interjection, tapping her nails across the faceplate of the title for emphasis. Mercedes strolls across the ring, adjusting the championship on her shoulder as if to remind everyone of her position. Fans react with scattered cheers, others booing her arrogance.
Mercedes: You said you "demand" to be added to this match? That’s cute. See, people who are at the top don’t demand, they command. And if you really were at my level, Diamond, you wouldn’t have to beg for respect. You’d already have it.
The boos swell louder now. A pocket of Diamond’s fans begin chanting her name, trying to drown out Mercedes. Crystal eggs them on, leaning against the ropes and shouting “Keep crying, it won’t change who’s champion!” Mercedes just smirks, soaking in the hatred like fuel.
Mercedes: Now, don’t get me wrong. Beating Frankie Holliday? Impressive. Clap, clap, clap. But this is the Bombshell Internet Championship we’re talking about. My championship. Do you think one win suddenly earns you the right to rewrite the main event scene? Please. I’ve built hall-of-fame careers on consistency, not on one good night out of 365.
Crystal: Tell her! Frankie was one good night. You’re a highlight reel every night.
Mercedes: Exactly. You can call yourself a diamond, baby girl, but there was only one thing flawless about last week—and it wasn’t your performance. It was me standing tall with this championship after beating Harper Mason like a red-headed stepchild. And I didn't even break a nail.
Mercedes flashes her freshly manicured nails to the hard cam with Crystal gesturing beside her, both women basking in their own arrogance as the crowd jeers.
Crystal: And when we beat Harper Mason and Cassie Wolfe next weekend, we won't even break a sweat.
Crystal shrugs smugly while Mercedes pats the Bombshell Internet Title like it’s priceless. The boos rain harder now, but the two women eat it up.
Mercedes: So by all means, Diamond, keep shining, keep demanding, keep screaming for attention like a jewel in a pawn shop window.
Crystal: And yet even in the pawn shop you’re on the clearance shelf.
Big “OOOOH” reaction from the crowd. Crystal laughs to herself.
Mercedes: But come Violent Conduct? You’ll see exactly why there’s a difference between being a star… and being legendary. And trust me, Diamond, you’re looking up at the wrong one.
Mercedes raises the title high while Crystal fans her dramatically like she’s “cooling down” the champ, adding to the theatrics. The boos rain louder but the arrogance from both women only grows.
Mercedes: And Lilith Locke… oh, don’t think I forgot about you.
The noise in the arena rises at Lilith’s name. Crystal side-eyes the hard cam, shrugging exaggeratedly like “here we go.”
Mercedes: See, you and I? We’ve crossed paths before, haven’t we? You're the former champ, you’re hungry to get back what you lost, and you’ve convinced yourself that this story needs to be you and me… chapter after chapter, match after match.
Mercedes pauses mid-ring, drawing in closer to the camera. She drapes her hand over the title like it’s priceless art, while Crystal mouths “Not happening” in perfect sync, shaking her head. The tension in the arena thickens.
Mercedes: But honestly? That chapter’s closed, sweetheart. At least, it will be at Violent Conduct. Because while you’re replaying the past, I’m busy writing the future. Three weeks ago, I took this title off your shoulder. And look where it still sits.
Crystal: Right where it belongs, next to perfection.
Mercedes: You had your reign, Lilith. The keyword is “had.” You’re not the standard anymore. I am. And the longer you chase this, the more desperate you look. Respectfully? You’re still trying to prove you belong at my table… while I’ve been running the whole feast.
Crystal: Good luck with Joanne Canelli tonight.
The crowd erupts in mixed reaction. Mercedes smirks confidently, Crystal nodding like a proud manager at ringside.
Mercedes: So here we are. Two women—one calling herself a diamond, the other clinging to the memory of what used to be—and me. The champion. The measuring stick. The one you build your reputations off of just by standing across from me. Diamond wants to demand. Lilith wants to relive. And Mercedes Vargas? She delivers. Every. Time. That’s the difference. That’s why at Violent Conduct, you can both bring your best shot. But when the dust settles, only one of us will still be standing in the spotlight—because I don’t shine for fifteen minutes. I shine forever.
Mercedes raises the Bombshell Internet Championship proudly once more while Crystal applauds at her side like she just witnessed greatness. The boos rain, but the champion and her ally bask in their own smug glow as the scene fades.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the SCW Roulette Champion Vincent Lyons Jr. and his opponent tonight LJ Kasey waiting to learn what match type they’ll soon be competing in.
Simone:Well Erik, it’s time for your first main event and Roulette Rules Match, excited?
Lunam: As long as it doesn’t land on Fans Bring the Weapons? I’m happy.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gentlemen?
The two men nod and Rocky spins the wheel, at first? It looks like it’s going to stop on Fans Bring the Weapons.
Lunam: Oh god no!
But then it nudges over to the next stipulation!
Lunam: Oh thank god!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight’s main event will be a Poolside Brawl Match! Falls Count Anywhere around the pool.
Simone:I was wondering if this match type was going to show up at all this summer but it came in clutch! Coincidentally it was this match type that started the year long title reign for Vincent’s twin sister Victoria.
Lunam: This should be good!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck guys!
The two men nod before they walk off.
Simone:Welcome back to Climax Control and myself and Erik Lunam are excited to bring you our first Main Event AND Roulette Rules Match as a commentating duo right now! In non title action Vincent Lyons Jr. takes on LJ Kasey in a Poolside Brawl Match!
Lunam: Aye, this is gonna be good! We already saw the confirmed challengers for Vincent at Violent Conduct get hammered in tonight’s opener and while Liam beat Logan? You can bet they will be watching closely.
Simone:Ever had any brawls at a pool in Ireland?
Lunam: No comment!
Simone:Fair enough! Let’s take it to Justin who’s at the pool right now!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Main Event, scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title Roulette Rules Poolside Brawl! Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina he is the SCW Roulette Champion “The Chosen” VINCENT LYONS JR!
Vincent steps out in a pair of Roulette themed swimming trunks, the title high above his head.
Simone:He started calling himself “The Chosen” because when Guy with a Cape no showed, forfeited the title and left the company at the start of the cycle? The Roulette Title went to Vincent because he was scheduled to be Guy’s challenger that night!
Lunam: And I’m just wondering where he got those trunks from.
Justin: His opponent, from Middleton, United Kingdom, LJ KASEY!
LJ steps out next, also wearing trunks though his are plain.
Simone:We sure LJ’s older brother Miles qualify for the SCW Internet Title Match at Violent Conduct earlier tonight, can the Kaseys go two for two?
Lunam: One way to find out!
Drew goes over the rules of the match with both men before he calls for the bell after taking the title.
Lunam: And here we go! My first SCW Main Event!
Simone:I’m just glad I’m not calling another Main Event solo!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings the two men circle each other before Vincent stops with his back to the pool, raises his arms and yells out in that mock anger he is so well known for! Liam then turns around and LJ responds by Superkicking him into the pool (luckily they were at the deep end) and diving in after the champion! Drew watches on from the poolside area as both men emerge from the water exchanging blows.
Simone:I don’t think that’s how Vincent imagined his first match as champion going but props to LJ for taking advantage!
Lunam: And if nothing else? They getting one of the best forms of exercise!
After a few moments Vincent takes control with a swift headbutt to the face of LJ before leading him to the shallow end and more specifically? The end of steps to the pool where there is a metal railing, every male (and some women) can only watch in horror as Vincent proceeds to drop LJ onto the railing crotch first not once, not twice, not thrice not even four times but FIVE TIMES IN A ROW before finally drooping him into the pool.
Simone:OHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s safe to say that Alexandra won’t like Vincent for what he just did to LJ’s crown jewels!
Lunam: Especially considering Alexandra was the woman Victoria beat to win the title!
Vincent immediately goes for the first pin of the match and Drew, who’s still wincing from what he just witnessed, gets into position.
ONE!
Lunam: How do you even pin someone in water? Even in the shallow end?
TWO!
Simone:Very carefully as Vincent is demonstrating on LJ!
And LJ gets the shoulder up! Vincent picks up (for lack of better term) LJ for a follow up attack and LJ goes to retaliate for the attack on his balls with a kick to Vincent’s balls! Which Vincent no sells.
Simone:Does he have balls of steel?
Lunam: Or…………..
VINCENT REACHES INTO HIS TRUNKS AND PRODUCES A CUP!
Simone:Thank god that was what Vincent was pulling out of his trunks!
Lunam: I didn’t want to see THAT on my first day!
However? LJ acts fast before Vincent can put the cup back as he kicks the cup out of Vincent’s hands and sends it flying! Vincent tries to get away but LJ proceeds to give him a taste of own medicine, only dropping him onto the railing crotch first! LJ lets Vincent slide off into the pool before going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Vincent kicks out! LJ then decides to head up to the high dive board, apparently trying to put some distance between himself and Vincent!
Simone:Somewhere I bet Victoria is face-palming at Vincent’s predicament right now!
Lunam: And Alexandra is wondering how she can make LJ’s crown jewels feel better!
However it isn’t long before Vincent emerges from the pool and is going after LJ as he rests upon the high dive board, but then…………….
Logan: VINCENT! *hic* THAT TITLE *hic* IS *hic* MINE!
Simone:Oh good, he’s there too!
Lunam: He’s still drunk from the opener how did he get there?!
As it turns out? Brooke and Marissa have been sunbathing by the pool this whole time while Logan has been asleep, at least until he suddenly woke up.
Brooke: Vincent wins, I deal with his hungover ass in the morning, LJ wins? You deal with him!
Marissa: Deal!
Simone:Well, I’ve seen a lot of bets in wrestling but that’s a first!
Lunam: Let’s hope they can keep Logan out of the action!
Vincent ignores his future challenger for now as he climbs up the high dive area after LJ! While Brooke and Marrisa try to keep Logan at bay Vincent and LJ meet above the pool atop the high dive board where they exchange blows! Then Vincent scores with a surprise shot to LJ’s midsection AND POWERBOMBS LJ INTO THE POOL’S DEEPEND FROM ATOP THE DIVE BOARD DIVING INTO THE WATER WITH HIM!
Lunam: I don’t speak Greek but I think they are chanting Holy Shit.
Simone:Wouldn’t surprise me!
Drew checks on both men but by some miracle? They are still conscious! And more importantly than that? Vincent is going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And LJ manages to kick out just in time! Vincent can only look up at Drew in shock as the fact that that move didn’t put LJ away and end the match in his favour but Vincent quickly recovers and goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
AND LJ STILL KICKS OUT!
Simone:How is LJ still in this?!
Lunam: How are either him or Vincent still in this?!
Vincent at this point gets out of the pool to argue with Drew about a slow count but Drew, as is SCW Tradition, is having none of Vincent’s crap right now and orders him to continue the match! However that choice ends up being made for him as LJ has followed Vincent out of the pool and proceeds to German Suplex Vincent back into the deep end after cheekily tapping him on the shoulder! LJ dives in after Vincent for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Vincent kicks out!
Simone:Vincent with the kickout this time and you have to wonder what it’ll take to end this match!
Lunam: LJ’s giving it as good as he can get!
LJ shakes his head and, without noticing that Logan is getting dangerously close to the action at this point at the Shields Sisters are too busy chatting to really pay attention to Logan or the action, drags Vincent out of the pool and starts trading blows wit the champion at the poolside area! At one point LJ ducks a wild right hand from Vincent and scores with a Snap Suplex onto the hard poolside floor before floating over into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And as Vincent kicks out? A certain voice makes itself known again.
Logan: I need *hic* good competition *hic* to reclaim *hic* my *hic* throne!
Simone:What is Logan on about?
Lunam: You’re guess is as good as mine Belinda!
Suddenly Logan tries to bullrush LJ who simply sidesteps the psychotic Aussie and sends him into the pool!
Simone:Well, that just happened!
Lunam: Never drink and wrestle kids!
Marissa is seen nearly choking on her drink while Brooke facepalms but Vincent tries to take advantage of this by grabbing LJ for his version of the Lyons Roar DDT! BUT LJ COUNTERS IT INTO A ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Simone:WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WHAT?! DID LJ JUST PIN THE CHAMPION?!
Lunam: He did! And in the process made a strong argument for the Triple Threat at Violent Conduct becoming a fatal four way!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER, LJ KASEY!
LJ celebrates his win while Vincent looks on stunned and Logan drunkenly swims. Vincent Lyons Jr. sits at ringside, his face twisted in frustration. The cameras catch the exact moment his glare locks on the man who cost him the match … Logan. Without hesitation, Vincent storms across the poolside, and dives straight into the water with a huge splash, tackling Logan under the surface!
Simone: Oh here we go again! It’s not over!
The crowd erupts as the pool churns to life in a furious brawl! Vincent unloads rights and lefts in the water, driving Logan back. Logan fights back, but Vincent’s rage is volcanic! Suddenly, Vincent grabs him and forces Logan’s head beneath the surface, holding him down with frightening intensity! Logan thrashes wildly, bubbles exploding upward as he fights for air!
Lunam: Can we get some help out here!?
Security scrambles onto the deck and leaps into the water, trying to break it up! LJ Kasey dives in as well, tugging on Vincent’s arms, but Vincent refuses to let go! The pool churns like a storm until finally, with a chorus of boos and cheers, security manages to drag Vincent Lyons Jr. back toward the edge!
Simone: Thank god for security and LJ!
Logan clings to the pool’s side, coughing and gasping for air, while Vincent fights against the guards, shouting threats through dripping hair and wild eyes.
Simone: Vincent Lyons Jr. has lost it completely! He’s trying to drown Logan right in front of us!
Lunam: Security had to save Logan’s life, Belinda! This is absolute madness! Climax Control is off the rails!
Vincent continues thrashing as security drags him up the ramp, screaming back toward the pool. Logan is pulled to safety, shaken but breathing, while LJ Kasey watches the scene unfold with tension in his eyes.
Simone: Fans, we are out of time! Next week, we’ll be live in Cancun, Mexico at the CITY for the final edition of Climax Control before Violent Conduct X!
Lunam: You do not want to miss it!
The last image is Vincent being hauled away, rage dripping from him as the SCW logo fades onto the screen.
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!