The camera fades in to a wide aerial shot of the Walter Pyramid in Long Beach, California, the arena glowing in neon blues and purples against the evening sky. Fireworks explode from the roof of the Pyramid, streaking high into the night sky before bursting into brilliant reds, whites, and blues. Inside the building, strobe lights flash across the packed house of over 4,200 fans, every seat filled with buzzing energy.
The camera sweeps across the capacity crowd: fans holding handmade signs, waving foam fingers, and screaming for their favorites.
The lights dim, a spotlight hits the ring, and there stands Justin Decent, looking every bit the showman. Tonight, he’s clad in a daring form-fitting white suit jacket with no shirt underneath, his tanned, toned physique on proud display. A rhinestone belt buckle glitters at his waist, catching the lights as he confidently holds the microphone.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Long Beach, California!
The crowd erupts in cheers, a wave of sound filling the Pyramid.
Justin: And welcome to the legendary Walter Pyramid! THIS… is Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
The audience pops again, the camera panning over screaming fans pounding on the barricades.
Justin: And now, without further ado! Allow me to introduce your ‘Hostess with the Mostess’… Amanda Hugginkiss!
Music kicks in, lights dance across the stage, and out struts Amanda Hugginkiss in a dazzling sequined gown that shimmers with every color of the rainbow. She strikes a pose at the top of the stage, blowing kisses to the audience before taking the mic with a flourish.
Amanda: Helloooooo, Long Beach!
The crowd cheers loudly, and Amanda cups her ear dramatically, milking the response.
Amanda: Darlings, I must say! You are looking delicious tonight. Especially you in the front row with the foam finger. Honey, that’s the only finger you’ll ever be getting if you keep making that face!
The crowd laughs as the camera cuts to a man sheepishly laughing, holding up his foam finger proudly. Amanda struts a little closer to the ramp edge, wagging her finger playfully.
Amanda: And oh! You, sweetie, three rows back in the Hawaiian shirt… bold choice! It says ‘vacation vibes,’ but your face says ‘I lost my luggage.’
The fans around the man howl with laughter, even he cracks a smile as Amanda blows him a kiss.
Amanda: But that’s why I love you people. Long Beach knows how to bring the looks, the laughs, and the LOUD!
She twirls, the sequins of her gown catching the lights as the fans roar with approval.
Amanda: Now let’s get this party started, shall we?
The crowd roars once more as Amanda grins from ear to ear, basking in the spotlight, the show officially underway.
Amanda: Ohhh, it’s that time again, honey, don’t you know
My lashes are crooked, my tan’s startin’ to go.
Can’t find my crop top, can’t zip up these jeans
Somebody fetch me a latte with soy, extra lean!
I’m moody, I’m broody, I’m Netflix depressed,
I tried to do cardio—look at this mess!
My Grindr ain’t bingin’, my hair won’t obey,
It’s “Gay PMS,” babe—so clear out the way!
Gay PMS—Pretty Much Sassy,
Serving attitude that’s borderline nasty!
Don’t need no cramps, I’ve got drama deluxe,
So bring me tequila and cover your… lucks
Now don’t you dare tell me, “Oh girl, it’s a phase,”
My contour’s uneven, I’m stuck in a haze.
I cried at a RuPaul rerun last night,
Then yelled at my blender for blending too light.
I’m needy, I’m greedy, I’m looking a mess,
I just bought six candles, I must confess!
You’ll know when it’s hit me, my shade’s on display
It’s Gay PMS, honey, bless you today!
Gay PMS—Pretty Much Sassy,
I’ll cut with a look if you walk by too gassy!
Don’t need no excuse, it’s a fabulous curse,
Now tip me in twenties, it might get much worse!
“Oh baby, straight boys got no clue.
They get man-flu, but honey, I get man-drama.
Yes, I said it...
Now pass me my fan before I emotionally collapse
over a TikTok pug in pajamas!”
Gay PMS—Pretty Much Sassy,
One minute I’m Beyoncé, the next... real trashy!
But love me or leave me, I’ll werk it, confess:
Long live the legend of Gay! P! M! S!
The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as Amanda holds her final pose, glittering under the spotlights. She soaks it in, bowing deeply and blowing exaggerated kisses to every corner of the Walter Pyramid. With one last playful wink, she turns on her heel and vanishes gracefully backstage, leaving the fans buzzing with laughter and energy.
The cameras smoothly transition to ringside, where the broadcast table is lit up and waiting. Belinda Simone sits poised in a sleek royal blue dress, headset on and smiling warmly. Beside her is Erik Lunam, looking sharp in a tailored gray suit with his trademark dark shades perched on his face, giving the camera his signature smirk.
Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome once again to Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control! We are coming to you live from the legendary Walter Pyramid right here in beautiful Long Beach, California!
Lunam: That’s right, Belinda! Over forty-two hundred screaming SCW fans packing this arena to the rafters, and they are ready for an unforgettable night of action. The road to High Stakes XV has officially begun, and tonight, the journey gets that much more exciting!
Lunam: And what a way to kick things off tonight, Belinda! Our opening contest features SCW’s own ‘Messiah of Manners,’ Miss Manners, stepping back into the spotlight against a very intriguing debut. For the first time in an SCW ring, we’ll see Zenna Zdunich, the sister of former World Bombshell Champion Seleana Zdunich. Zenna’s got the pedigree, she’s got the name, and everyone’s curious to see how she handles herself under the bright lights here in Long Beach. But Miss Manners isn’t about to roll out the welcome mat. She’s polished, disciplined, and eager to show this Zdunich that manners make the match!
Simone: Up next, fans, we’ve got a match that’s been making waves ever since it was announced—the long-awaited return of former Roulette Champion Ryan Keys! It’s been nearly a decade since Ryan last stepped into an SCW six-sided ring, and tonight he makes his comeback in front of this electric Long Beach crowd. But his return won’t be a walk down memory lane, because standing across from him is the looming, unpredictable threat of Anthrax, the deranged clown who thrives on chaos and violence. Keys will need to shake off the ring rust in a hurry, because Anthrax isn’t here to entertain. He’s here to destroy!
Lunam: Then we’ve got a collision of heavy hitters, Belinda, as the grizzled veteran himself, ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart, laces up his boots once again to face the returning Brandon Hendrix! Bill is one of the most seasoned and technically sound wrestlers in the business today, a man who’s seen and done it all inside the six-sided ring. But this isn’t just another day at the office because Brandon Hendrix is no stranger to intensity, and he’s one of the rare men who can actually match Barnhart in both size and ferocity. This one’s going to be a test of power, grit, and will between two bulls who don’t know the meaning of backing down!
Simone: And speaking of returns, fans, you won’t want to miss this! Alexander Raven is making his shocking in-ring return to Sin City Wrestling tonight! But he’s walking straight into chaos, because standing across from him is Justin Smith, a man every bit as violent, unpredictable, and dangerous, if not more so. These are two absolute wildcards, loose cannons who thrive on destruction, and when they collide in the six-sided ring, it’s anybody’s guess who walks out in one piece!
Lunam: And Belinda, if that wasn’t enough, we’ve got a Triple Threat match coming up that’s sure to be unpredictable from start to finish! On one side, the ever-energetic and bubbly Candy, who brings pure positivity and heart every time she steps into the ring. Then you add in the unstable and volatile Lilith Locke, a true loose cannon who can snap at any second. And finally, the eager-to-impress rising sensation Cassie Wolfe, who’s hungry to prove she belongs on this stage with the very best. Three wildly different personalities, three very different styles! It’s chaos in the making, and only one can come out on top!
Simone: Up next, fans, we’ve got a deeply personal non-title match with high stakes! This one stems directly from the chaos at Violent Conduct X, when LJ Kasey intervened to save Logan Hunter from drowning at the hands of Roulette Champion Vincent Lyons Junior. Tonight, Vincent gets his chance at a little ‘pound of flesh’ against LJ, looking to settle the score once and for all. But don’t count LJ out. If he can pull off the upset here, he’ll not only walk out with a huge victory, he’ll undoubtedly position himself as the next serious contender for Vincent’s championship. Expect intensity, expect revenge, and expect fireworks in this one!
Lunam: And finally, Belinda, we reach tonight’s explosive Main Event. The Bombshell Internet Championship is on the line as defending champion Mercedes Vargas puts her title on the line against the relentless challenger Diamond Steele! This feud ignited at Violent Conduct X during that chaotic Triple Threat match with Lilith Locke, where Mercedes managed to retain by pinning Lilith, leaving Diamond frustrated and furious. Since then, Diamond has been campaigning nonstop for her one-on-one shot, and tonight, SCW General Manager Evelyn Hall has granted her that opportunity. Expect high stakes, fierce competition, and two of the most determined women in the division battling for glory under these lights!
Simone: All this and so much more on SCW Climax Control!
The opening piano strokes of "Skeletons" by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain, the Bombshell’s title held loosely in her left hand. She marches to the ring, not acknowledging the fans booing or the few that are cheering.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the 2025 Bombshell's blast from the past winner, and NEW SCW Bombshell’s champion, Frankie! Holliday!
Frankie glances a smirk at the crowd before she simply rolls under the bottom rope. She connects the ends of the title and sits the title up, displaying it in the middle of the ring, before she goes and sits in the corner. The arena goes back except for two spotlights, one on Frankie, the other on the championship in the middle of the ring.
Frankie: Take a good look. Look over at that championship. That is what you’re all striving for, correct? Well, I want you to re-focus your eyes on me. I now hold that championship, and to win it, you will have to beat me. I am now your champion, and you’re going to have to get used to that, for the foreseeable future… those of you who have one, anyway.
The spotlight cuts from the title and now there is only the one, solely on Frankie.
Frankie: Now then, the time for all the games is now over. I reign supreme in this division and in this company. That title is now the proof that you needed. I needed to prove myself, correct? Consider me a proven commodity. I am the leader now and we are going to begin to change things around here even further. And you all will thank me for it.
Boos.
Frankie: I expected that, and that’s fine. Hate it now, love it later. Because I’m going to introduce a lot of order, and… a little chaos into this division. First and foremost: We are no longer giving proven failures the benefit of the doubt anymore. No one is entitled to anything. No “legend” is going to come back and jump the line, now “former champion” just gets a pass. No. You want that title, you have to earn it. And that goes for any title. Not just this one. This is my division, I am making the rules. If you just lost, you go to the back of the line! There will be order around here!
More Boos.
Frankie: But what’s order without chaos, am I right? Consider this to be open season around here. You want to move up the ranks? That means taking down every single one of the people you think are in front of you. Take them all out. Step on their necks! Remove every obstacle in your path. Those are your marching orders. I expect you to carry it out. But make it good. I don’t just want noses to the grind. That’s boring! We’re done with boring! Give me a reason to be interested in you! Make every champion interested in you! Come on, don’t you want to just make people bleed? High Stakes is just around the corner! I need an opponent! Give me everything! Comedy! Drama! And especially… blood and guts.
A creepy grin crosses Frankie’s face. Followed by a lick of the lips and a shiver.
Frankie: I’m getting excited just thinking about it. It may be something you’d rather not do, you may think I’m too full of myself and I’m already drunk with power! And you’d be correct!
And if you all hadn’t been lazy and content, I would have never gotten this far. I am in power, thanks to all of you taking this for granted, and for not stopping me when you all had the chance. You can only blame yourselves for this. So you will learn to love it, and you will execute this change as I carefully watch over all of you. I will always be watching.
And if you have a problem with that?
The spotlight goes out and then a full powered lighter lights up near Frankie’s face.
Frankie: As Kayla Richards can tell you, I’m sure we can work something out. Good luck.
Frankie blows out the light, and her music begins again. In the darkness, she collects the title and rolls from the ring, headed up the ramp.
The scene opens up backstage where we see Harper Mason being ready for an interview with Ms. Rocky Mountains alongside her manager Joshua Acquin.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Harper, at Violent Conduct your Roulette Title reign was cut short when Alicia Lukas won the gold from you.
Harper rolls her eyes.
Harper: Thanks! I noticed!
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: Look, was Alicia the better woman on the night? Maybe, but how long until she decides the Roulette Title is beneath her? You know? Like she’s thought for years?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: People can change their opinions Harper. Harper: And I’m not holding my breath waiting for Alicia to change hers. Harper adds as she folds her arms. Harper: As for what’s next for me? Obviously High Stakes is coming up, the biggest event of the year and all that, and if there’s one thing I don’t want a repeat off? It’s last year’s match when I had to literally fight for my dignity because I refused to stay quiet about being overlooked. Joshua: And now that she’s a former champion? That shouldn’t be an issue for Harper. Harper: Will I get a match next week? We’ll see but until then? I’m focussing on rebounding from my loss. Harper and Josh walk off as the scene fades. The camera cuts backstage at Climax Control. In the middle of the hallway, Ryan Keys is casually getting ready — shirtless, silver tights already on, bare chest gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His jacket hangs from one hand, swinging idly as he tapes his wrists. The scene looks less like preparation for a fight and more like a man getting ready to head out to a nightclub. Ryan Keys: You ever get that rush? That spark in your chest like the night’s about to turn into something unforgettable? That’s me right now. Ten years gone, and here I am again, right back in the mix. Lights, noise, the whole deal. And I can’t lie… it feels damn good. He grins, pulling the tape taut with his teeth, then flexes his hand before tossing the roll over his shoulder. He takes a second just to breathe, chest rising and falling, a look of someone soaking in the moment rather than rushing to the ring. Ryan Keys: I’ve missed this. Not just the matches, not just the spotlight — this. The wait. The butterflies. The feeling that in a few minutes, the whole world’s eyes are gonna be on you. I lived for this once, and walking back into it? It’s like my blood’s been begging for it the whole time I was gone. Ryan finally slides his jacket on, leaving it unzipped, chest still bare beneath. He runs a hand through his hair, flashing the camera that signature grin. Ryan Keys: So whether it’s tonight, next week, or whenever they want me out there — just know this. Ryan Keys is back, and the Life of the Party isn’t showing up quite. I’m showing up loud, late, and ready to steal the night. With that, he slings his bag over his shoulder, gives the camera a playful wink, and strolls off down the hallway, humming to himself as if the whole arena is his stage. Fade back to the announce desk. Simone: Unbelievable. He’s minutes away from stepping into a new chapter of his career, and he looks like he’s getting ready for a club, not a fight. Lunam: That’s Ryan Keys, Belinda. Cool, confident, maybe even a little reckless ... but that’s what makes people love him. He’s not just walking into a match, he’s walking back into the rush of his life. Simone: We’ll see if that rush lasts once he steps through the ropes. Simone: Welcome to the first stop on the road to this year’s High Stakes, Climax Control! And opening things up we have a debuting Bombshell in singles action as Zenna Zdunich takes on Ms. Manners! Lunam: If Zanna’s surname sounds familiar? It should! She is related to former World Bombshell and Bombshell Roulette Champion Seleana Zdunich and is Crystal Zdunich’s sponsor on her road to sobriety! She’s been a champion elsewhere but we’ll see how she handles the Bombshell Division’s resident Karen! Simone: Let’s take it to Justin! Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest scheduled for one fall! The opening guitars of "Freeky People" by Kidneythieves hits. The lights start flashing red and purple as Zenna makes her way out to the ramp pulling the devils horns above her head. She smirks at the crowd before she runs down and slides into the ring and sits on her knees, savoring the sounds of appreciation from the crowd. She climbs up onto the top rope and pulls the horns in front of her face while her tongue hangs out and she yells like she's at a rock concert before she jumps off awaiting her opponent. Justin: In the ring, from Halmstad, Sweden and making her SCW debut, ZENNA ZDUNICH! Simone: We mentioned Seleana earlier but Zenna has actually held tag team gold with Seleana in SRW! Lunam: Granted her presentation is quite different from Seleana’s but she’s got the credibility! Justin: And her opponent! Beethoven's "Moonlight" Sonata begins to play across the sound system of the building and the crowd turns toward the entrance stage where Miss Manners emerges with a heart warming smile on her face and a hand in the air, greeting one and all politely. Justin: Introducing from Madison, Wisconsin -- Miss Manners! Not a single fan reaches out to her and some give her a thumbs down but she never the less smiles to them, holding hand over her heart as if she can feel their love and admiration as she arrives at ringside. She climbs up the steps and stares at Justin (or the male referee) and shouts, "Well aren't you going to hold the ropes open for a lady!?" prompting them to scramble over and hold the ropes open for her to step through. Miss Manners then walks around to the center of the ring with her arms held open and out, greeting the boos and jeers before returning to her corner. Simone: Ms. Manners is about as far from popular as you can get without being named Logan Hunter or Brooke Shields! Lunam: And that’s saying something! Holly goes over the rules with both women before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our opening contest is underway!
Lunam: Zenna has a handful to deal with in her debut!
Once the bell sounds Zenna and Ms, Manners circle around each other before they lock up in the middle of the ring, Zenna, being the taller and heavier of the two women immediately shoves Ms. Manners to the matt causing SCW’s resident Karen to flip onto her stomach! Ms. Manners sits up, shocked at what has just transpired and she goes for another lock up, this time? Zenna backs her to a corner before sending Ms. Manners flying across the ring with a beal.
Simone: I think Ms. Manners enters this match thinking Zenna was going to be a wrestler more along the lines of Seleana but that is a powerful woman!
Lunam: Ms. Manners will have to use her speed to get the advantage on Zenna.
Ms. Manners quickly gets back to her feet and, for some reason, tries for another lockup, this time? Zenna picks Ms. Manners up for a scoop slam but Ms. Manners manages to slip out the back and scores with a School Boy for the first pin of the night.
ONE!
TWO!
And Zenna kicks out! However Ms. Manners immediately starts kicking at the taller woman’s legs as she gets up, clearly hoping to gain an advantage over the debuting bombshell.
Simone: Well it took Ms. Manners three tries but she finally learned her lesson about trying to match Zenna’s power.
Lunam: Namely? DON’T!
Ms. Manners eventually manages to get Zenna off her feet and uses the opportunity to lock in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Zenna! Holly gets into position to check on the debuting Bombshell but the Swede refuses to submit this easily in her debut match and starts crawling to the ring ropes to force a Rope Break! Ms. Manners starts fighting off Zenna’s attempts but the Swede manages to reach the ropes and force the rope break! Ms. Manners drags Zenna back to the centre of the ring for another attempt………….and Zenna literally boots her out of the ring with her free foot.
Simone: If this is how Ms. Manners is handling Zenna imagine some of our shorter Bombshells like Cassie Wolfe!
Lunam: She’d be yeeted into the cheap seats, let’s be honest!
The fans are laughing at Ms. Manners’s expense as she gets back to her feet and she tries to block them out by covering her ears as she backs up to the ring apron, then Zenna reaches down and grabs Ms. Manners by her ponytail and yanks her up onto the ring apron, started scream from Ms. Manners and all! Zenna then turns Ms. Manners around and gets her up into a Military Press position, walking around the ring for a bit before dropping Ms. Manners into a powerslam!
Simone: So at what point do you think Ms. Manners is regretting signing up for this match?
Lunam: I think she’s regretted it since the first lock up attempt with Zenna!
Zenna goes for her first pin of the night.
ONE!
TWO!
And Ms. Manners still manages to kick out, Zenna shakes her head before she picks up Ms. Manners but the Wisconsin native manages to get in an eye rake stunning the taller Bombshell before trying to whip Zenna across the ring, keyword being try because even after repeatedly stomping on Zenna’s feet the Swede doesn’t budge! Ms. Manners then tries for a running clothesline on Zenna but it just bounces off, the next attempt at a running attack has a similar effect only it’s a cross body and Ms. Manners plops to the mat.
Simone: I’m not sure why Ms. Manners expected a different outcome there!
Lunam: It’s like she’s trying to fight a brick wall, only that wall is a Swedish woman called Zenna!
Zenna shakes her head before picking up Ms. Manners again but in a last ditch effort? Ms. Manners tries to hit Zenna with the Moral Judgment, her Michinoku Driver finisher, Zenna counters this and drops Ms. Manners with a Glam Slam!
Simone: And Zenna calls that the Fatal Kiss!
Lunam: Well, at least Ms. Manners didn’t have to suffer to long, stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Zenna rolls Ms. Manners onto her back and pins her in the classic Glam Slam style!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, ZENNA ZDUNICH!
Simone: Impressive debut for Zenna who, let’s be honest, dominated most of that match!
Lunam: Better luck next time Ms. Manners!
Zenna celebrates her win while Holly checks on Ms. Manners.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Logan Hunter with his girlfriend/valet Brooke Shields and Brooke’s older twin sister Marissa, while the two beautiful women remain stoic for now Logan seems particularly animated.
Logan: Once again, Christian’s chosen usurper escapes with what is rightfully mine! And tonight? Vincent Lyons Jr. faces another enemy of mine in LJ Kasey!
Marissa shakes her head.
Marissa: Enemy? Didn’t LJ save your ass from being drowned by Vincent a few weeks ago.
Logan: One good deed changes NOTHING!
Marissa: Uh huh.
Brooke shakes her head.
Brooke: If you two are done bickering.
Marissa: Never!
Brooke: Me and Logan need to make one thing perfectly clear: we are not done! Not by a long shot! If Christian had a backbone he never would’ve allowed that clown to have his way but suddenly Vincent is more worthy of the title than the guy who got robbed?! PUH-LEASE!
Logan: We will not be satisfied until the Roulette Title is back where it belongs, WITH ME! This revolution will not be civilised, we refuse to bow to the powers that be and let them have their way when their decisions are questionable AT BEST! Vincent, when we next meet? YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME AND I WILL RECLAIM MY THRONE!
Marissa shakes her head.
Marissa: I need a damn drink.
Marissa walks off as the scene fades.
Backstage the camera catches up with Ms. Rocky Mountains holding a microphone, standing next to her is Unbreakable Eddie Lyons.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Eddie Lyons, You had another tough loss at Violent Conduct coming up short in the fight for the Internet championship. You've been coming up short in big matches a lot lately so what goes through your mind what keeps you fighting in times like this?
Eddie: I can't lie to you Rocky, it's frustrating. You go out there time after time and give everything you got, put everything on the line and in the end it just isn't enough. But the thing about this business is you can't quit because it's hard. You fall down, you get back up and you keep moving forward. I take nothing away from Miles Kasey. He's a great competitor and even greater human and he deserves that championship. All I can do is continue to dust myself off and try again next time.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: There must be times when it gets to you, and you wonder if it's time to maybe step back and take a break or even quit.
Eddie: That might work for some people but not for me. I'm not a quitter. The other night I was sitting with my daughter and we were watching the Disney movie Hercules. She was getting a little restless and I was trying to get her to quiet down and then it got to the part where Go the Distance came on and suddenly she was just quiet, her eyes got wide and she kind of looked at me like she was trying to tell me something.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And what was it you think she was trying to tell you?
Eddie: She was telling me to pay attention, and I did. I let the words of the song really hit me. It might sound silly, a grown man like me getting some inspiration from a Disney song but the truth is Hercules didn't give up when it got hard and neither do I. Like the song says, I will go the distance and I will be there someday. And when I finally do get there that win won't be just another number it'll be everything because I earned it and I did it the right way. I did it by staying true to myself. Whatever comes my way next, I'll face it the same way I always do with pride, honor and respect.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: well I'm sure everybody's rooting for you Eddie, the SCW fans know you're a fighter and you're never give up attitude is an inspiration to them all.
Eddie: Thanks Rocky, and thank you SCW faithful, because you don't give up on me and I won't give up on you. I'll climb that mountain to the top one day but until then I just have to keep fighting, because I always go the distance.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well thanks again for your time Eddie. Back to you in the arena.
Simone: It’s time for our second match of the evening! Violent Conduct saw the long overdue return of former Roulette Champion Ryan Keys to SCW and tonight? He makes that return official when he takes on Anthrax of the Metal Maniacs!
Lunam: It’s been nearly ten years since Ryan left SCW and while the question of whether he has ring rust or not is a good one? An opponent as unhinged as Anthrax will be a good test for him!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The arena goes dark, then bursts alive with flashing neon strobes. As “I’m Made of Wax, Larry…” hits, Ryan Keys explodes onto the stage with infectious energy. He spreads his arms wide, sunglasses glinting, before jogging side-to-side to pump the crowd. Ryan points to the fans, slaps hands down the ramp, and slides dramatically into the ring. He leaps onto the turnbuckle, tossing his shades into the crowd before striking a playful pose. With a grin and a wink, Ryan hops down, bouncing on his feet, ready to turn the match into his dance floor.
Justin: Introducing first, making his return to SCW, from Las Vegas, Nevada, he is the Life of the Party RYAN KEYS!
Simone: Ryan’s nearly ten years older than he was when he first entered SCW and he doesn’t look like he’s aged a day!
Lunam: We’ll see how he fairs!
Justin: And his opponent!
The arena lights dim and Hollywood Undead's "Day Of The Dead" erupts from the sound system. The crowd turns its attention to the entrance to see a figure crawling like an insect along the stage. Clad in an ankle-length leather jacket adorned in chains, Anthrax rises up into a crouched position, arms resting on his legs, as he looks from left to right and all over -- then breaks into a creepy smile, showing his teeth.
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From the Asylum, weighing two hundred and seven pounds -- Anthrax!
Anthrax slowly stands up and walks erratically down the aisle, getting close to the barricades where the fans move back and away. He stops at ringside and stares at the fans near him before he crawls beneath the bottom rope to enter the ring. He remains on his knees and his body convulses with silent giggles, eyes closed. After a moment, he suddenly lunges into the corner and massages the turnbuckles with his cheek, holding onto the ring ropes with both hands as he stares out at the crowd.
Simone: Anthrax also made his return to SCW, albeit in a match where he and Twisted Sister faced LJ Kasey and Alexandra Callaway in Mixed Tag Team Action which saw the Metal Maniacs taste defeat!
Lunam: That was a Funhouse Match though and a match that violent plays into Anthrax and Twisted Sister’s strengths, this is Anthrax’s first singles and regular match in years!
Jacob goes over the rules with Anthrax and Ryan and, with Twisted Sister watching from ringside, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our second match of the night is underway!
Lunam: And I don’t envy Ryan one bit, he’s got Anthrax in the ring and Twisted Sister at ringside and I don’t mean those two bands from the 1980s!
Once the bell rings Ryan gets his bell rung by Anthrax as the unhinged wrestler tackles Ryan to the mat and starts laying into Ryan with punches, Ryan manages to get his hands up to block the blows with his hands and Anthrax changes tactics by choking Ryan out! Jacob quickly intervenes, threatening to disqualify Anthrax for blatant rule violations and after glaring at Jacob does back off and let Ryan get back to his feet.
Simone: I think Anthrax still thinks he’s in the Funhouse Match!
Lunam: And Ryan’s not a fan of that apparent fact!
Anthrax tries to press the advantage again but Ryan’s ready for him, leap frogging over the psychotic wrestlers and hitting Anthrax with a high standing Dropkick when Anthrax turns around! Anthrax rolls out of the ring before Ryan can go for a pin and the Vegas Native starts hyping up the crowd for a dive! He hits the ropes……….and Twisted Sister “accidentally” trips up Ryan as his foot gets within range.
Simone: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Lunam: And I thought Twisted Sister was a menace in the Funhouse Match!
Jacob, of course, turns around too late as Anthrax returns to the ring, picks up Ryan and hits him with a Snap Suplex while Twisted Sister protests her innocence in her own way AKA unhinged! But Anthrax demands Jacob’s attention as he’s going for a pin on Ryan!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Anthrax glares at Jacob but the ref maintains that his count was fair while Twisted Sister continues to protest her innocence in her special way.
Simone: After all these years we still don’t know where Christian found Twisted Sister, Anthrax, or the other members of that circus!
Lunam: I’d rather not know!
Anthrax picks up Ryan but Ryan catches him with a Small Package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Anthrax kicks out! Both men get to their feet and Ryan starts unloading on Anthrax with forearm shivers to the chin sending Anthrax back against the ropes where Jacob forces him to back off to give Anthrax some breathing room and Ryan takes a moment to hype up the crowd again before hitting the ropes, however?
Simone: TWISTED SISTER TRIPPED UP RYAN AGAIN?!
Lunam: How long until Jacob realizes that this is basically an intergender handicap match between Ryan, Anthrax and Twisted Sister?!
Jacob missed it again and Anthrax is quick to pounce on Ryan by locking in a STF on Ryan after dragging him back to the centre of the ring! Jacob gets into position but Ryan isn’t willing to give up the match that easily as he starts crawling his way over to the ring ropes! Twisted Sister quickly gets into position to stop Ryan from reaching the ropes but Ryan is faster as he gets the rope break! Anthrax drags Ryan back to the centre of the ring for a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out!
Simone: Ryan’s on the backfoot thanks to the efforts by Twisted Sister and Anthrax!
Lunam: That’ll change soon I bet!
Anthrax backs off and lets Ryan get back to his feet and when he does Anthrax goes for a running knee lift but Ryan counters with a Tornado DDT! Anthrax lands near Twisted Sister’s position but Ryan doesn’t notice as he goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Twisted Sister puts Anthrax’s foot on the ropes! There’s just one problem though!
Simone: TWISTED SISTER JUST GOT CAUGHT!
Lunam: That turned the tides in a hurry!
Jacob wastes no time and ejects Twisted Sister from the ringside area and she tries to protest in her usual way with predictable results! Back in the ring Anthrax goes for the State of Euphoria Straitjacket Crossface on Ryan but Ryan fights out of it and hits the Leg Trap Spin Kick!
Simone: And there’s Ryan with the Afterparty!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Anthrax, he’s done!
Ryan goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner Ryan Keys!
Simone: Ryan gets the huge win in his return!
Lunam: And it’s back to the madhouse for Anthrax!
Ryan celebrates his win while Jacob checks on Anthrax!
The backstage camera person catches a shot of Bill and Bea Barnhart as they exit their dressing room to head to the staging area to be ready for Bill’s match. Bill and Bea ask the camera person to follow them to the staging area and they do so.
Bill: I have had a lot of matches over my long professional wrestling career. Not all my opponents have been viable in the wrestling ring. You know, like mu current opponent, Brandon Hendrix. I don’t want people to think I am a jerk but the guy claims all the great things he has done in Sin City Wrestling and yet I am unable to find any mention of him anywhere within Sin City Wrestling.
Bea: I guess if Brandon Hendrix really did spend time in the Federation that he must have not accomplished anything worth putting his name on it. Oh well soon enough we will find out what a worthless wrestler Hendrix he is.
Bill: Brandon is about to find out what type of wrestler I am within a few seconds after the bell rings to officially start our match. I may end up setting the record of the quickest win in a match as I expect to destroy and defeat Brandon extremely quickly.
Bea: You just focus on your match as I am at ringside to ensure nobody runs in on your match to try to attack you.
Bill and Bea reach the staging area so Bea excuses herself to get her spot near the ring to Manage Bill’s match and to ensure the Referee calls a fair and honest match. Bea walks out of camera range and then the camera person cuts their camera feed and we cut away from the shot of Bill Barnhart at the staging area.
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first!
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:Standing 6’4 and weighing in at 240 pounds, from Lawrenceville Georgia bulldog Bill Barnhart!
Smoke dispersed from the stage as "In My Zone" by Rittz blasts throughout the PA System as Brandon Hendrix bursts through the curtains to seeing a sold out crowd at the event, and he can't help but smirk at the sight in front of him. The females in the crowd sending love and positive reactions towards Brandon while the men send boos and borderline non PG comments towards Hendrix. Brandon nods his head at the crowd before throwing both his arms to the side, smoke coming up behind him as he yells, getting a louder reaction from the crowd..
Justin: He hails from San Antonio, Texas, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, he is The Don, The Messiah, The Prodigal Son, Wrestling's Best Kept Secret, Based God, he is…. BRANDON….. HEEEEEENNNNNDRRIIX!
Brandon lowers his arms down before rotating his shoulder blades, staring down his opponent in the ring. He smirks again before stepping forward and starts his walk down to the ring. The fans reaching out for high fives catch his arms, but don't get a high-five from Brandon. He makes his way up the steel steps before standing on the apron. He jumps over the top rope and lands on the mat before walking up to his opponent, looking down at them as he smirks again before climbing the middle ropes, placing one foot on the top rope before letting out another yell, gaining another loud reaction from the fans before dropping to the mat below. The song ends as Brandon grabs the top rope and uses it to stretch before leaning into his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Here we go. An SCW veteran in Bill Barnhart against a man making his return in Brandon Hendrix!
Simone: I know we joke around about Bill. But while he can be a bit of a goofball he is also a giant human being with a hell of a lot of experience in this world. Brandon needs to watch out.
Lunam: Bill is powerful and has experience but Hendrix is no slouch. He’s just as big as Bill and is a powerhouse athlete in his own right.
The two men look each other up and down. They circle around one another and step forward into a collar and elbow tie up. They push against one another bill slowly pushing Brandon backwards against the ropes but Brandon plants his feet and then starts to push bill instead. Brandon getting the upper hand and moving bill against the ropes himself. After a few moments the referee starts to count as Bill is tied up in the ropes and as he gets to 4 Brandon let’s go and put his hands in the air with a clean break.
They move around on another and again lock up this time. Bill is able to push Brandon backwards and as they lean back against the ropes the referee starts to count and again when they hit four there is a break but as Bill steps back the referee pushes him and Bill reaches over the top of the referee and hit Brandon with an eye poke. The referee doesn’t see it in the crowd boos heavily. This allows bill to take over grabbing Brandon in a side headlock before taking him over onto the mat. He grounds Brandon and hit a few hard right hands before shoving his forearm into the face of Hendrix and pushing his shoulders to the mat
ONE!
TWO!
Hendrix kicks out.
Simone:Bill tried a sneaky fast pen attempt there by simply shoving Brandon Hendrix against the mat and covering him. It wasn’t a bad move and it caused Braden to use some energy to get Bill off of him.
Lunam:I don’t think people realise just how much energy someone uses having to kick out from a simple lateral pin attempt especially with someone the size of Bill Barnhart across your shoulders.
Bill pulls Brandon to his feet and ducks down picking Brandon up and running him against one of the corners. He hits a few shoulder blocks to Brandon‘s midsection before picking him up again, turning around and hitting an atomic drop before hitting the ropes and flattening Hendrix with a hard lariat. Hendrix goes down and Bill starts to laugh pulling at his beard before looking at his wife who collapses her hands at ringside causing the crowd to boot yet again. After a few moments Bill grabs hold of Brandon again and goes to lift him up over his shoulder for a power slam. Bill underestimates Brandon who slips down behind him, gripping his arms around Bill's hips lifting him up with a German Souplex. As the two crash to the mat Bill rolls over and starts to get to his feet, Brandon pops up and ducks down before picking Bill up and slamming him down with a vicious sounding spine buster. He then hooks bills outside leg and leans back across him for a pinfall
ONE
TWO
Bill kicks out. The crowd already seems to be behind Hendrix who keeps himself pumped up getting the crowd behind him. Bill rolls to one knee and crawls over to the corner and as he leads against the top turnbuckle Brandon follows and starts to pepper Bill in the face with hard jabs before stepping back and running in with a hard clothesline slamming his shoulder and arm across bills chest and neck. Bill stumbles from the corner and Brandon picks up and hits a fall away slam. Brandon pops back to his feet and stairs at the crowd who get behind him with loud applause. Brandon then tries to cover Bill yet again
ONE
TWO
Bill kicks out.
Simone: Brandon Hendrix is on file. Bill Barnhart was doing everything he could but Brandon just went on the attack and absolutely flattened him!
Lunam: Yeah but he still hasn’t won and Bill can end this with one quick hard shot. If Bill hits Brandon with a pile driver then it’s game over.
Brandon grabs hold of Bill and picks him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. He signals for his finishing move but Bill slips down behind him and as Brandon turns around Bill walks his arms around Brandon‘s midsection and throws him up and over his head with a belly to belly. Brandon crashes to the mat and Bill stays in charge. Grabbing hold of Brandon, he starts hitting hard right hands over and over again before pulling Brandon up and hitting a swinging neck breaker, but Bill keeps hold of Brandon‘s head and rolls to his feet, tucking Brandon‘s head under his arm and throwing himself back with a DDT combo straight out of the swinging neck breaker. Bill then covers Brandon himself
ONE!
TWO!
Brandon kicks out.
Bill stays on the attack, hooking his arm around Brandon‘s leg and Brandon‘s arm over his body. He stands up spinning Brandon around with the bulldog slam as both of them crashed to the mat. Brandon‘s body bounces and Bill keeps hold of Brandon‘s wrist. He gets to his feet and pulls Brandon up before going for his pile driver, but Brandon kicks his legs and goes to throw Bill over his back, but Bill slides his weight around landing on his feet behind Brandon going to lock in his sweet dreams sleeper hold. He locks it in and Brandon flays wildly, kicking his legs trying to get to the ropes. Bill keeps fighting to keep Brandon in the centre of the ring but Brandon is doing everything he can to get out of it!
Simone: Oh no this isn’t good for Brandon Hendrix. He is in Bill Barnhart sleep hold in the middle of the ring.
Lunam: Hendrix is fighting and he is doing everything he can to stay conscious and he is refusing to tap. Brandon Hendrix is showing some real heart here in his return to the company
Simone: Damn right he is. The referee grabs hold of Brandon‘s arm and lift it in the air, Brandon keeps his arm up and he’s able to slide his hand up and under Bill Barnhart’s arm pushing it away from his neck, as he does he turns around using an amazing amount of power to lift bill up onto his shoulders and he suddenly throws Bill‘s body up and over to the side hitting his fall of the guard finisher. He lands on Bill and hooks the outside leg leaning back as hard as he can!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING! Justin: Here is your winner! Brandon! HENDRIX!!! Referee Dawn Barnes raises the arm of Brandon to raucous cheers from the California crowd! Simone: Brandon Hendrix makes a triumphant return to Sin City Wrestling against the indomitable Bill Barnhart! Lunam: And if this is any indication, you know things are going to get bigger and better for Brandon! As we come back to the arena, there is a high pitch screech through the sound system. Following it is the sound of birds crying and crowing, the flutter of wings, the sound of wind whipping through the air. The lights suddenly go out, and the screens in the arena come to life with a static and white noise. ???: I guess a little bit of explanation can go a long way. The cacophony of sounds slowly begins to die off, the static focusing into an image. Alexander Raven standing by a tombstone, in a poorly lit graveyard. A shovel in hand, muddied bare feet, and what appears to be a freshly filled in grave. Alexander Raven: When I came back, I called out everyone. Unfocused, a little bit silly in retrospect, but it did what it needed to do. It encouraged people to silence. Constant unending silence. It reinforced what I already knew, but, was hoping it had changed. Self-centred arrogance. Blinders on and ignoring anything that they don’t personally care for. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Raven roughly shoves the top of the shovel down into the freshly filled in grave. The dirt is still loose and soft, not yet settled fully. He wipes his hands on his white muscle shirt, leaving brown muddy streaks on it. His eyes sunken and hollow. Alexander Raven: So I had to pick, and the choice became obvious. Carter, our current defending World Champion. A man who fought through every adversity to get to the tippy top of the world, and to feel like he was finally good enough. A man who I once gave the benefit of that doubt to. Respect was given, and how was I treated? Like scum on the boot. He went the low road. This high and mighty man went for the throat. He apologised for it, but it was empty. I am a petty man, this is no secret. That was one slight. One offence. Alex leans on the handle of the shovel, placing both hands on the top of it, resting his forehead on his hands. His left leg bouncing as he taps his foot incessantly, the bubbling frustration evident in his body language. Alexander Raven: The egregious one however, was when I realised that people do not care. They do not listen. They just… live. I lost my best friend in the world. My wife lost her brother. We were a hollow, empty and collapsing mess. We screamed into the universe for someone to see us. To feel us. To love us. To show even a fucking modicum of care. I had given him his respect, and he spat in my face. My wife, Luna, had lifted and held and cared for Ariana, one of his supposed best friends, when the world turned against her. Gave her the confidence to get back on her feet. But in his self-centred blindness, the man had the audacity to act surprised when he was slapped in the face with our pain. The only way we could have been clearer about our suffering was if I had left my friend’s rotting corpse at Carter’s feet. He shakes his head a little, before kicking out violently, knocking the shovel down into the dirt. A visceral, agony filled scream erupting from Alexander Raven as he drops down onto his knees, kneeling on the grave. Alexander Raven: So I made my choice, for the man who had wronged me so deeply. The self-centred World Champion. I’m coming for you, for your championship. I’m coming to hurt everything around you, and every one that you love. I’m going to take it all from you, Carter. Every single thing. You want to know why? It is because you just really don’t care about anyone other than yourself, and I’m going to expose that to the world. You arrogant, self-centred fucking cunt. Alex stays kneeling, shaking his head. Sinking down into the mud and dirt, the bottom half of his legs submerged in the ground. He turns his head to stare down the barrel of the camera and holds up one of his hands in a finger gun shape. And then he fires it, the video feed going black as he does.
Another high pitch screech rips through the sound system. The lights coming back on, leaving the crowd murmuring and questioning the ever slipping sanity of Alexander Raven. The cameras pan around the arena catching the excitement of all the fans in attendance for the exciting Sin City Wrestling action when they're excitement is interrupted by the sound of Hey You by Nova Rockefeller playing on the PA signaling the arrival of Victoria Lyons, which immediately enlists an of boos and heckling from the crowd. Justin: Please welcome at this time the self-proclaimed queen of Sin City wrestling, she is The Head Lyoness, Victoria Lyons!!! Following close behind her is the man she introduced leading into her match with Candy at Violent Conduct. He makes sure to stay a few steps behind her on their way to the ring, any requesting microphone and awaits the crowd to settle down before speaking. Victoria: Before I get to the matter of business that I'm out here for I would like to introduce you all formally to the most loyal companion a queen can ask for a man who knows true loyalty and how to truly serve his queen. My subjects, this is Darian Price and he is mine. The crowd continues their booing. Victoria: You can boo all you want but understand that we are going to be the new Power couple in SCW. Darian will loyally support his Queen and in reward…. well he's rewarded great for his loyalty. She smirks slightly, and her and Darian share a rather sultry kiss before she passes him the microphone. Darian: That's right my queen. You all would do good to show her some respect as well because she is the most beautiful, noble and pure being ever put on this Earth! Louder boos emerge from the crowd.
Darian: She deserves whatever she wants, and she'll get whatever she wants. So now we ask that you all quiet down and listen to her demands.
The crowd of course continues booing.
Victoria: So what is it the queen wants? Well I think I've come to figure out why I've been unable to get my opportunity at the world championship I keep coming up short because I'm reaching too high there's still another roadblock I have to get through before I can get that world bombshell championship. You see I've been there bombsheller that champion and I've held the Tag Team titles which means I'm still in line for a grand slam but I can't do that but just winning the world bombshell championship. I need to get another first.
She pauses.
Victoria: In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm calling out the Internet Champion Mercedes Vargas or maybe it'll be Diamond Caldwell after tonight, I don't care. Neither of them have been able to beat me in the past and when I get my opportunity I will take the Bombshell Internet championship and be well on my way to a grand slam in the future.
Darian: You hear that Mercedes? You hear that Diamond? We're going to be watching you tonight.
Darian laughs.
Victoria: That's right. I will be watching your match close because I'm coming for whichever you want of you walks out with the gold. If Underwood or Hall don't get me what I want I'll just take what I want myself and yes that's a threat. Let's show them what I mean Darebear.
Out of his pocket Darian retrieves a spiked glove and hands it to Victoria who puts it on and forms a fist to show the sharp spikes particularly in the knuckle area.
Victoria: This is the Lions Paw and if I don't get the opportunity that I deserve then I will take matters into my own hands and somebody might lose an eye. You have been warned.
Darian giggles at Victoria's comments, before Victorias music plays again and the two exit back up the ramp.
Justin Smith is seen pacing in the locker room area, his eyes burning with a feverish light as he turns toward the camera, lips curled into a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. He breathes like a predator, every step a promise of carnage as he addresses his upcoming match with Alexander Raven.
Justin: Alexander Raven. Wake the hell up, because your comeback just signed its death certificate. You think you’re returning? No. You wandered back into the spotlight like a stray dog hoping for scraps, and I’m the boot that’s gonna put you down for good. I don’t want a fight with you. I want to hunt you. I want to peel that fake legend off your back and show everyone the hollow shell underneath.
I broke Felix Hernandez until he begged to disappear. I snapped him clean, mind, body, career, everything. You’re gonna feel that same snap, except I’m going to enjoy it ten times harder. I’m not here to beat you; I’m here to humiliate you, to tear your pride out by the roots and watch you choke on it in front of your so-called fans. Those fans? Laughable. They’ll scream your name at first, then watch with their tongues hanging out as you vomit whatever’s left of your reputation onto the mat.
You parade around like you’ve still got something to prove. Newsflash: you don’t. The only thing you’re proving is how desperate you are to be remembered. And I? I remember. I remember what a man looks like when he’s finished. I remember what it sounds like when an audience stops pretending. I remember the exact moment your heartbeat jumps out of your throat and you realize you were never ready for me.
So come on, Raven. Bring that rusty bravado, bring that tired swagger. Bring every cliché you cling to. I’ll shove every one of them down your throat and laugh while you choke. When the bell rings, you’ll experience the most violent truth of your life. You’re irrelevant, you’re exposed, and you’re mine. I’m not just taking your win; I’m taking your dignity, your name, and the last scrap of dignity you pretend to have.
When I’m finished, the world will stop asking who Alexander Raven is—because he’ll be the name people whisper when they talk about how bad they never want to end up. You wanna be remembered? Fine. Be remembered as the man I erased.
Justin drops his voice to a low, feral growl and lets out a manic, rasping cackle that fills the locker room, lingering like smoke as the scene cuts to black.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
The opening riffs of Madness by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin “Tarrytown Tormenter” Smith comes out to the stage, looking smug. He stands there as the crowd gives him boos. The New York Smasher walks from one side of the stage to the other with a swag in his step. He looks around the crowd, and starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head with his nose in the air to look at the crowd, their faces showing that they do not like the way he is looking down upon them.
Justin: From Tarrytown, New York! Weighing two hundred and fifty pounds! -- The Tarrytown Tormenter!!!!
The Tarrytown Tormenter lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Hitamashii climbs up to the apron and steps between the top rope and the middle rope, looking around at the fans as they continue to boo him.
Justin: and his opponent… hailing from Melbourne, Australia – weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… Alexander Raven…
As the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.
As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her. Waiting for the bell.
The ref moves in and checks on both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
No sooner has the bell been rung Raven and Smith step forward into the centre of the ring and stare each down, with neither saying a word but stare knowing that they are both hungry for the same thing. The ref stands back waiting for things to explode but it doesn’t as they take a step back and then circle the ring before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they jockey for position.
Simone: Good to see Alexander Raven back, and this should be an interesting match.
Lunam: Intense stare down between the two before circling the ring and then locking up and jockeying for position.
Smith just overpowers Raven, as he pushes him up against the ropes, but Raven quickly counters to swap positions, but smith quickly counters as they move along the ropes before Smith pulls Raven away from the ropes, where they continue to jockey for position, as Raven drops to his knees and take Smith down with him, where he gets back to his knee and keep the lock up in place, as Smith sits up before battle back to his feet as they continue to lock up, as Raven makes his way to his feet.
Lunam: Smith gets the upper hand, as he pushes Raven up against the ropes, but Raven counters and they continue their exchange along the ropes, before moving back into the centre of the ring, where they continue to jockey.
Simone: Raven to his knees, which forces Smith to follow and they stay there for a moment, before Smith battle back to his feet.
The jockeying continues with neither man getting the upper hand, however, that quickly changes, as Raven breaks the lock and grabs Smith on the back of his head and then pushes him forward and Smith lands face first onto the mat. He sits up holding his face before sliding himself backwards as he checks for blood as he looks at Raven and glares at him.
Lunam: Raven breaks the headlock and surprises Smith as he forces him face first onto the mat.
Simone: Smith takes a moment before making his way back to his feet.
Raven smirks and watches him and in way stalks him, as Smith takes a moment before making his way to his feet, as they then circle the ring a couple of times before stopping and moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring once more, where they jockey for position as both seek to get the upper hand before Raven breaks and grabs Smith into a headlock. Once in the headlock, Smith tries to seek a way out of the headlock, as Raven cranks on Smith’s head, before Smith the pushes Raven backwards into the ropes and then pushes him away, which Raven then bounces off the ropes opposite and as he comes back, he shoulder blocks Smith back down to the mat.
Lunam: They circle the ring once more before moving in and locking up, where they jockey once more, as Raven breaks and locks in a headlock on Smith. Smith seeks a way out of the headlock and does find a way out but Smith is sent down to the mat.
Raven turns and bounces off the ropes and Smith quickly rolls onto his front and Raven leaps over him and bounces off the ropes and Smith gets to his feet and leap frogs over the returning Raven, who bounces off the ropes and as he approaches Smith, Smith surprises Raven with an arm drag.
Simone: Things speed up between Raven and Smith before Smith catches Raven with an arm drag.
Raven quickly climbs back to his feet and Smith hits another arm drag and Smith and Raven make their way back to their feet and Smith attempts a third arm drag but this time blocked and Smith lands on his back. Raven smirks as Smith takes a moment and again glares at Raven as he makes his way back to his feet and takes a moment before he and Raven move around the ring once more.
Lunam: He hits other one and goes for a third but Raven denies it and Smith ends up on his back. Smith moves to his feet, as he rubs his head and they circle once more.
They move in and lock up once more before Smith this time breaks and locks in a headlock on Raven and drops a single knee forcing Raven down as well. He cranks on Raven’s he takes Raven grabs a handful of hair and pulls back, as the ref moves in and tells him to release, which he does before Smith rises back to his feet, where he adjusts his grip and this time takes Raven down to the mat. Raven again seeks a way out, as he grabs Smiths hair once more before the ref moves in and forces him to release, which gives Raven an opening in the distraction, and he manages to push Smith on his back and into a pin…
Simone: They lock up, where they briefly jockey but Smith breaks and locks in a headlock on Raven, he drops to a single knee to and forces Raven down, where she works on his head. But Raven grabs a handful of hair before having to release.
Lunam: Raven continues to seek a way out before he rolls Smith onto his back and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Smith kicks out, as he releases Raven and they both roll away and they both get to their feet and Smith is the first to react, as Raven approaches, Smith delivers a boot to Raven’s stomach, who doubles over and Smith bring a knee up into Raven’s face, which returns him to a standing position and before he stumble backwards, Smith grabs him and drags him in, wraps his arms around him and hits a belly to belly suplex. Raven rolls away, as Smith makes his way to his feet and looks to Luna and blows her a kiss.
Simone: Smith kicks out, as they both roll away and get to their feet. They move towards each other, as Smith catches Raven with a boot to the stomach before following up with a knee to the face and then once Raven pops up, Smith hits a belly-to-belly suplex.
Lunam: He then commits the ultimate sin… blowing a kiss to Luna. Raven won’t be too happy about that.
Luna shakes her head, as she urges Raven to get up. Smith climbs to his feet and moves back to Raven, where he grabs him and then pulls him up onto his shoulders before hitting an Alabama slam. Raven lays on his back, as Smith turns and pounces on Raven and begins to unleash a series of punches on Raven, who tries to cover up the best he can before Smith climbs off him before he grabs him and drags him up and places a hand around his throat and then lift him up for a Chokeslam and slams him down.
Simone: Raven is in trouble here.
Smith drops down and goes for a pin…ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kick out!
Lunam: Raven kicks out.
Luna claps her hands before, as Raven rolls himself towards her and she gives him a few words of encouragement. Smith climbs to his feet and smirks as he rushes forward and hits a baseball slide into Raven, which Raven then collides with Luna and she flies backwards and lays on the mat. Raven rolls himself from the ring and crawls to Luna and check on her. Smith laughs, as he steps through the ropes and moves to Raven, where he grabs him by the hair and drags him up and Raven twists and turns and snarls at Smith before breaking his grip and fires in a spinning back fist.
Simone: Luna gives some encouragement to Raven, but Smith charges in and hits a baseball slide and Raven collects Luna.
Lunam: Well Smith is going to be in trouble now… Raven is not happy.
Smith stumbles backwards, as the ref demands the action to brought back into the ring, which Raven glares at the ref before he shakes off the chokeslam and grabs Smith who leans on the apron and he drives Smith’s face into the ring apron several times before pulling him back and then sets up and hits a exploder suplex and sends Smith into the barriers.
Simone: Smith is definitely in trouble now, as Raven punishes Smith.
The ref begins a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Raven makes his way to his feet, as he stretches a little before checking on Luna who tells him he is ok before telling him to end Smith. Raven smirks as he turns back around and grabs Smith and drags him up…
Lunam: Raven check on Luna and Luna senses blood and tells him to end it.
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven throws Smith backwards against the barriers with a loud clatter as he delivers several boots on Smith before grabbing him and drags him up and then pushes him into the ring…
FIVE!
SIX!
Raven rolls himself into the ring and climbs to his feet, where moves to Smith where he delivers an elbow drop and he gets back up and his another one and rises back up again and hits another one. He climbs to his feet, where he grabs Smith by the hair and drags him up and proceeds to set up for the Raven's Spine (running start into a Vertebreaker) and then proceeds to hit in and then goes for a pin…
Simone: Raven pushes Smith into the ring, where he then follows up with several elbow drops before grabbing Smith and pulls him up and then hits the Raven’s spine.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Lunam: A good return win for Raven.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Alexander Raven.
Raven’s music hits over the p.a, as Luna slowly rolls herself into the ring, where she moves to Raven and Raven climbs off Smith as Luna and the ref raises his arm in victory.
The camera pans across a modest but elegant office with a polished oak desk, championship replicas on the wall, and a framed poster of past High Stakes events. Evelyn Hall sits behind her desk, posture poised, hands neatly folded, her expression softened by a warm, gentle smile.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening, Sin City Wrestling fans. As we stand on the Road to High Stakes XV, I want to take a moment to remind you of just how monumental this event truly is. Year after year, High Stakes has stood as our grandest spectacular. The crown jewel of Sin City Wrestling. Some have even nicknamed it ‘the Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling,’ and I believe that title is more than fitting.
She adjusts slightly, leaning forward just enough to give her words extra weight.
Evelyn Hall: And because an event of this magnitude deserves only the very best, I am thrilled to announce something very special. Starting next week in Lancaster, California, at the famed Hangar Arena, we will be holding two High Stakes Tournaments.
Eight of our finest men, and eight of our finest Bombshells, will compete in separate single-elimination tournaments. These brackets will not only test endurance and skill but also resilience, heart, and the ability to thrive under pressure.
She pauses, the smile widening as her tone takes on a little more excitement.
Evelyn Hall: The winners of each respective tournament will go on to earn the ultimate prize. A shot at the World Championships at High Stakes XV. As of this moment, those champions are Helluva Bottom Carter for the men’s division and Frankie Holliday for the Bombshells. Whoever emerges victorious in these tournaments will have the opportunity to face them on the biggest stage of the year.
Her voice softens as she concludes, with a touch of sincerity.
Evelyn Hall: To every competitor preparing to step into these tournaments, I wish you the very best of luck. The eyes of the wrestling world will be watching, and only the very best will make it to *High Stakes XV.
Evelyn folds her hands together once more, the camera lingering on her calm but determined expression before fading out.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe following her win in the Triple Threat against Lilith Locke and Candy.
Cassie: Already? This cycle is off to a much better start for me than the last cycle started!
Cassie states as she flips some hair over her shoulder.
Cassie: I didn’t just beat one former champion tonight, I beat two! And trust me folks, this is just the fucking beginning!
Cassie states with a smirk on her face.
Cassie: Alicia, Mercedes, Frankie? I don’t care, Harper won’t be the only Hero Academy graduate who’s held gold in SCW for long because after that win?
Cassie makes the finger gun motion to the camera.
Cassie: I’ve got you in my sites!
Cassie makes the gun going off motion as the scene fades.
The camera returns to ringside!
Justin: The following contest is a Triple Threat match! Scheduled for one fall to a finish!
The opening riff of “Wolf Within” hits the speakers and once the lyrics kick in Cassie Wolfe emerges from the back excited to start the match, with her hands on her leather jacket’s sides the rookie wrestler turns her back to the crowd, Joshua Acquin soon joins her, applauding his charge.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, from Greenock, South Australia and now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe!
When her name is announced Cassie spins around flashing the metal horns sign with her left hand and clapping fans hands with the other, when she reaches the ring Cassie jumps onto the apron before giving her hair a full flip and removing her jacket to give to a stagehand, she then jumps over the top rope and into the ring, rolling to her knees and basking in the moment.
The arena is consumed by darkness. A low, distorted hum seeps through the speakers like a whisper slithering through the air. A deep purple strobe flickers erratically, casting eerie shadows across the stage. The tron screen glitches to life—flashes of crawling spiders, hollow-eyed skulls, and shattered, bleeding hearts. Then, a breathy, haunting voice crackles over the speakers:
"Do you feel it? That little shiver down your spine? … That’s me."
Then—BOOM!
The opening riff of "Chaos in the Calm" rips through the speakers, sending a violent shockwave through the arena. A swirling, sickly violet mist floods the entrance ramp. From the haze, a shadow emerges—Lilith Locke. Her figure slowly becomes visible, clad in black and deep purple ring gear adorned with intricate spiderwebs and ominous skulls. She drags her fingers along her wristbands, the broken heart symbols catching the dim, flickering light as she twitches them with eerie anticipation.
Her lips curl into a sinister smirk as she drags a hand through her jet-black hair, streaked with deep violet highlights. Her piercing eyes, lined in smudged, dark makeup, lock onto the ring with a cold, predatory hunger. She moves down the ramp with an almost unnatural smoothness, her black knee-high Converse boots laced up tight, stomping methodically against the steel grating. Every step feels deliberate, like she’s savoring the moment before the chaos begins.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada! Lilith LOCKE!
At ringside, she stops abruptly. Her fingers curl into the ropes, and with a sudden, jarring movement, she hoists herself onto the apron. She drops into a crouch, her red-painted lips parting slightly as she glares into the ring, then, almost snake-like, she slithers under the bottom rope.
Now inside, she rises in one fluid, eerie motion and paces the ring, dragging her fingers along the ropes like she's feeling the energy coursing through them. She circles, eyes locked onto her opponent, her head tilting slightly in that unsettling way—as if she’s studying them, deciding how much she wants to make them suffer.
Finally, she backs into the corner, slumping lazily against it before flicking her tongue across her bottom lip, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. The music fades, but the tension in the air remains thick. The storm has passed… but the real chaos is about to begin.
Justin: And their opponent…!
The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy.
Justin: Accompanied by Fluffy! From Malibu Beach, California – CANDY!
She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more.
Referee Drew Patton calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
From the opening bell, Candy, Cassie Wolfe, and Lilith Locke circle one another carefully in the center of the ring, eyeing each other warily. Candy, despite her bubbly and flighty personality, is the most seasoned of the three and bounces about with a bright and cheery smile. Cassie, the high-flying dynamo, bounces on her heels, eager to explode with speed. Lilith Locke, the unhinged daredevil, paces like a caged animal with a wicked grin, eyes darting between both opponents.
Lunam: Oh you can just tell these three are ready to tear into one another!
Simone: Well, Lilith and Cassie are. Candy just seems happy to be included.
The tension breaks when Lilith charges recklessly at Candy, throwing wild forearms to the head, trying to back her into the far corner. Candy ducks a shot and immediately catches Lilith in a side headlock, wrenching down hard. Cassie counters this by sliding up from behind and rolling Candy into a schoolgirl roll up!
ONE!
Candy kicks out!
Cassie seizes the moment, bouncing off the ropes and delivering a low dropkick to Candy’s back, knocking her into Lilith and sending both women sprawling to the mat!
Lilith pops up first, shrieking as she launches herself at Cassie with a running clothesline but Cassie catches her arm and kicks up, scissoring her other arm and pulling her down into a Crucifix!
ONE!
TWO!
Lilith kicks out!
Lilith jumps up with a snarl and she swings wildly at Wolfe but Cassie ducks and counters with a Japanese arm drag, and Lilith flips to the mat hard. Cassie tries to follow with a dropkick, but Candy recovers and slams hard into her with a Thesz press and Candy starts laying into Cassie with some stiff forearm blows to the head!
Simone: Satisfied now, Erik?
Lunam: And then some!
The crowd is abuzz with excitement at this opening exchange! Candy rolls off of Cassie and grabs Lilith, yanking her up by the hair, and plants her with a floatover suplex. She bridges into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
But Cassie breaks it up with a sharp kick to Candy’s ribs!
Simone: That is the most difficult aspect of these Triple Threat matches! You always have to keep an eye out for that third person!
Cassie helps Lilith to her feet, pretending for a split second to team up, but Irish whips her into the corner instead! Cassie charges in with a flying clothesline, rocking Lilith back against the turnbuckles! Cassie whirls around … only to eat a bulldog from Candy, who had come flying in from behind! Candy goes for another cover, rolling Cassie onto her back and hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Lilith drags her out by the leg, breaking the count!
Lilith rakes Candy’s eyes before she can recover, then drags her up into a front facelock and falls back, spiking her head into the mat with a heavy DDT! Now it’s Lilith’s turen to attempt a cover, this time on Candy!
ONE!
TWO!
But Cassie leaps from the middle rope and lands a guillotine legdrop to Lilith’s back, breaking it up! Both Candy and Lilith roll over and tumble to the outside of the ring, falling heavily onto the ringside floor!
Lunam: So many near falls in this wild one!
Simone: And it is still far from over!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Cassie fires up the crowd, slapping the mat and pointing to the sky! As Candy and Lilith both drag themselves to their feet separately, Cassie runs the ropes and launches into a suicide dive, wiping out both Candy and Lilith on the outside floor! All three women crash against the barricade, and the Long Beach fans explode in approval!
Lunam: This is WILD!
Cassie is first to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins! She drags Candy up and tries to whip her into the steel steps, but Candy reverses and Cassie slams hard into the steps instead, causing her to fall over them and to the floor!
Simone: Candy with the reversal!
Lunam: But Lilith isn’t finished!
Lilith takes advantage of the chaos, leaping onto the apron and she hurls herself off with a diving crossbody onto Candy, smashing her into the barricade! Drew shouts for the women to bring it back in the ring, while the fans are all over this action!
Lilith tosses Candy back inside, sliding in after her. She waits for Candy to get back to her feet before nailing a discus clothesline that nearly decapitates poor Candy. She hooks Candy up for a spinout powerbomb, but Candy wriggles free midair, countering into a hurricanrana that rolls Locke over onto her back with Candy kneeling on her shoulders for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Cassie dives in with a flying clothesline to break it up!
Lunam: Cassie is NOT going to let Candy take this one away from her!
Cassie pulls Lilith up and rattles her with a series of stiff forearm shots! She Irish whips Lilith into the corner, follows with a dropkick and lets Lilith slump down to her backside. Lilith rolls from out of the corner onto her back. Cassie climbs the ropes and hits a flawless moonsault onto Lilith! She hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Candy yanks Cassie out by the ankle!
Simone: And Candy isn’t going to let Cassie get this one so easily!
Lilith again rolls to the outside for a breather but she has precious little time as Cassie attempts to throw Candy outside but Candy reverses the attempt and sends Cassie out instead! Candy rolls to the outside before Drew can stop her and she whips Cassie into the barricade on the outside again! Candy then climbs the apron, waits for Lilith to rise, and nails a missile dropkick from the apron, flooring the psycho heel once more!
Simone: Candy is definitely trying to prove to the world that she is not all fluff!
Cassie recovers on the outside and sees her chance. She sprints, hops onto the apron, and springboards off the ropes with a flying senton that takes Candy down hard!
Lunam: This one just keeps going back and forth!
Crowd: LET’S GO CASSIE!
Crowd: CANDY ROCKS!
Lilith rolls to the floor, clutching her ribs, but quickly digs under the apron and pulls out… nothing! The referee yells and waves her off, threatening disqualification if she brings weapons into the match. Lilith rolls back in, her chaotic energy rattling both opponents who both manage to climb back inside.
Lilith charges Cassie with a low dropkick to the knees, dropping the high-flyer. She then springs up and blasts Candy with a spinning heel kick, knocking her to the mat! Lilith then sends her into the corner where she climbs to the middle rope and she begins taunting the fans!
Simone: Don’t get distracted now!
But it’s too late! Candy comes up to her feet suddenly and bounds to the middle turnbuckle from behind and brings Lilith Locke crashing back down with a release German Suplex to the canvas!
Lunam: BLOODY HELL! What a move!
Candy jumps onto Lilith for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Cassie comes off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press on both women! The impact knocks Candy completely off of Lilith and Candy falls to the outside! Cassie, sensing her moment, slips behind Lilith and pulls her into the double underhook. The crowd roars in recognition…!
Lunam: WOLFE HUNT!
Cassie plants Lilith with her devastating double underhook DDT, spiking the psycho heel into the mat! Cassie with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! CASSIE WOLFE!
The Walter Pyramid erupts as Drew raises Cassie Wolfe’s hand in victory! Candy lies on the apron, frustrated but acknowledging the fight, while Lilith rolls out clutching her head, shrieking in rage! Cassie climbs the ropes, pointing to the sky, soaking in the adulation of the SCW fans after a grueling and breathtaking Triple Threat war!
The cameras open up in the bowels of the arena where they find Vincent Lyons Jr sitting with his legs crossed on the floor, his roulette championship in his lap.
Vincent: Unstable. That's the word that keeps getting tossed around about me. But I assure you I see with the utmost clarity. Unstable is a label you all put on me. But I know exactly who I am, and I know exactly what I'm doing. You label something unstable so everyone else can feel better about themselves.
He laughs.
Vincent: I'm not crazy, you're all just judgmental Sons of bitches, judging something you don't understand because it's different than you. I'm not crazy and I'm not unstable. I just see the world for the cruel cold place that it really is. It's a world that heroes can't survive in.
He laughs again.
Vincent: Tonight L.J. Kasey will learn that first hand tonight that his heroism will only ever cause him pain and suffering in the end. But it won't be by the hands of an unstable madman. It'll be cold and precise, by the hands of a man who sees with perfect clarity.
He glares at the camera.
Vincent: If I break his neck it'll be because I wanted to break his neck. Because that sort of thing is fun to me. You'll all still call me crazy and unstable because that doesn't fit your societal norms but I don't care. I see more clearly now than I ever have in my entire life and it feels great.
A cold grin creeps across his face.
Vincent: My advice to you L.J. is to give sweet Alexandra one last kiss because after tonight she's definitely not even going to recognize your face anymore, and depending on my mood she might not ever see you again.
He grins sadistically with another laugh and everything jarringly cuts away to black.
The camera opens in the bustling backstage area of the Walter Pyramid. The SCW World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter stands near the catering table, fixing himself a cup of coffee. He stirs absently, the title belt draped proudly over his shoulder. Standing nearby is Kevin Chapman, the sixteen-year-old young man who has recently come under Carter and Miles’s guardianship. Kevin watches closely, his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.
Kevin: Don’t you think you drink too much coffee?
Carter freezes mid-stir and blinks at him, giving him a strange look.
HBCarter: That’s… a really odd thing to say.
Before Kevin can answer, Miles approaches from off-camera with a grin. He claps the teenager warmly on the shoulder.
Miles: Don’t bother, Kev. If his mom and Grams can’t get him to ease up on the caffeine, I doubt you’re gonna break him of the habit.
Carter just smirks and sips from his cup. At that moment, Ms. Rocky Mountains, SCW’s ever-present backstage reporter, steps into frame. She beams at the group, her presence lighting up the moment. She kneels slightly and places a gentle hand on Kevin’s shoulder.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And who do we have here?
Kevin dips his head shyly, mumbling.
Miles: This is Kevin Chapman. Our boy.
Kevin: (softly) Hi.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: (warm smile) Well, hello to you. It’s good to have you here.
Turning her attention back to Carter, she shifts her microphone closer.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So, Carter, what brings young Kevin to Long Beach tonight?
Carter straightens up, the World Championship gleaming as he adjusts it on his shoulder.
HBCarter: I’ve got a little business to handle with our General Manager, Evelyn Hall. Something—maybe someone—that’s long overdue for a championship opportunity.
Ms. Rocky Mountains arches an eyebrow at the cryptic response but presses on.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Speaking of championships, you’re coming off a grueling defense at Violent Conduct X against Aiden Reynolds. Do you have any words about that fight?
Carter exhales heavily, his free hand rubbing at his ribs as if the pain is still fresh.
HBCarter: Honestly? I’m still banged up. Breathing hasn’t been easy since everything Aiden put me through. He pushed me to my limit. I came out on top, but make no mistake. If he wanted another shot somewhere down the road, I wouldn’t object.
Before Rocky can respond, Evelyn Hall, the SCW General Manager, steps into the scene. She offers a pleasant smile as she greets the group.
Evelyn Hall: Carter. Miles. And this must be Kevin.
They all exchange handshakes, Kevin hanging back a bit as Carter grips Evelyn’s hand firmly.
HBCarter: Evelyn, can I have a moment of your time?
Evelyn Hall: Of course. Let’s step aside and talk privately.
With that, Carter and Evelyn walk off together, leaving Miles, Kevin, and Ms. Rocky Mountains behind. Rocky watches them go, curiosity written across her face.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: (to herself, to the camera) I wonder what that could be about.
The camera lingers on the group for a moment before fading out to the next segment.
Justin: This next match is settled for ONE FALL, first up, VINCENT LYONS!!!!
The lights dim, as a lion's roar is heard, Vincent Lyons Jr appears on the stage in a black jacket as "Wretched and Divine" by Black Veil Brides starts, Vincent appears on stage, he looks around and makes a slow walk to the ring, looking at the fans cautiously. Once ringside, he rolls, climbs into the ring and goes straight to a corner, where he sits and waits quietly.
Justin: And his opponent, from Middleton, United Kingdom, The Kingslayer, LJ KASEY!!!
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance. Beside him is his girlfriend Alexandra Calaway who smirks, keeping herself close, eyes moving between LJ and Vincent. The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at Vincent Lyons, who stands waiting in the ring.
Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap. He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving (opponents name), and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.
The arena is buzzing. The house lights drop as the ring announcer introduces the competitors. Crowd is thunderous for LJ Kasey. Vincent Lyons saunters down smug, jawing at fans.
Simone: Listen to this ovation! LJ Kasey is the people’s choice tonight.
Lunam: And Vincent Lyons doesn’t care one bit. He’s out here to ruin the party.
DING DING DING!
They lock up, Lyons goes behind, waistlock takedown, slaps the back of LJ’s head and smirks. LJ shoots up, fired up, charging with forearm strikes. He whips Lyons to the ropes, duck, leapfrog, and on the rebound Running Snake Eyes across the turnbuckle! Lyons stumbles back into a sharp roundhouse kick! LJ goes in for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Lyons kicks out.
Simone: LJ came out swinging, wasting no time putting the heat on Lyons.
Lunam: That’s the fire of a face who’s got this crowd behind him.
Lyons bails out of the ring, waving LJ off, but LJ springboards—diving cutter to the floor! The crowd explodes. Alexandra is cheering LJ on from the outside of the ring.
Simone: Good lord! Kasey just flattened him on the outside!
LJ rolls him in, climbs the ropes for another attack, but Lyons shoves the referee into the ropes, crotching LJ on the top turnbuckle.
Lunam: Dirty. Absolutely dirty.
Lyons capitalizes, climbs up, grabs LJ hitting a superplex! Both crash down. Lyons rolls through, hangs on, hoists LJ again. Lj’s trying to fight back. Falcon arrow! Vincent goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kasey powers out!
Lyons rains down elbows, screaming at the crowd, then whips Kasey to the corner, charging with a running knee and a bulldog.
Simone: And now the pace slows. Lyons loves to grind the fight down once he’s ahead.
Kasey fights back, ducks a clothesline, LJ hits the Lariat! Both men are down! LJ kips up to his feet, adrenaline pumping, and the crowd is electric. He scoops Lyons, hitting him with a Brainbuster! He rolls through, points to the heavens, and hooks Lyons, Reverse-spin Michinoku Driver!
Simone: He hit it! He hit it!
LJ goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Lyons gets a foot on the ropes!
Lunam: He knew where he was! That’s ring awareness, but it just saved his hide.
Kasey signals for the Kingslayer. He hoists Lyons into the spinning hammerlock tombstone, but Lyons kicks his legs wildly, escapes, shoves LJ chest-first into the turnbuckle, and follows with a schoolboy roll-up, grabbing the tights!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
LJ kicks out thunderously.
Simone: Vincent almost stole it right there!
Kasey charges, but Lyons cuts him off, spinning spinebuster! He pounds the mat, signaling for the end. LJ stumbles to his knees, Ionic Impact curb stomp!
Lunam: That’s gotta be it!
ONE!
TWO!
KASEY KICKS OUT! The arena explodes in cheers. Alexandra slamming her hands on the ring apron, cheering LJ on.
Simone: How did he survive that?!
Lyons, furious, drags Kasey up, hooks him, Lyons Roar DDT! He leaps, spikes him headfirst!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The arena erupts in boos. Clearly it was another moment that the fans HATED to see happen.
Simone: No! Not like this! Vincent Lyons stole it again!
Lyons refuses to let the ref raise his hand. He stomps LJ’s chest, drags him up again, and signals for a second Lyons Roar DDT.
Lunam: Come on! The man’s defenseless!
Suddenly without any warning, Alexandra slides in, throwing herself between Lyons and LJ, arms out wide. Eyes fixed on him, not going to let him pull the same shit that’s been done before.
Simone: That’s Alexandra Calaway, LJ’s girlfriend! She’s shielding him!
Lyons sneers, circling her like a predator. He leans in close, snarling inches from her face, jawing at her to “move or get moved.” Alexandra doesn’t flinch, eyes locked on Vincent, defiant. Alexandra’s voice is heard, being picked up by the camera. “Go fuck yourself.”
Lunam: Look at her! She’s standing tall against Lyons!
Simone: Alexandra’s had her own battles with the Lyons family. It’s clear they’ve now set their sites on her beloved LJ.
Lyons throws his hands up mockingly, smirking at the crowd, then gets nose-to-nose with Alexandra again, trash talking. The boos shake the building. Finally, security storms the ring. Lyons backs away, pointing and yelling, “This isn’t over! You hear me?!” Alexandra kneels by LJ, helping him sit up as the crowd chants “LJ! LJ! LJ!”
Simone: Vincent Lyons may have won tonight, but Alexandra just proved LJ Kasey is never alone in that ring.
Lunam: And Lyons just lit a fire he’s not gonna be able to put out. This isn’t over, not by a long shot.
Simone: I think Alexandra and LJ are a shoe in for Couple of the Year, a title currently held by LJ’s half brother Miles and his husband Carter.
Camera lingers on Alexandra holding LJ, the two glaring up the ramp at Lyons as the show fades out to commercial.
The feed stutters into life in a place the broadcast never wants to linger. The hallway is narrow, unfinished concrete painted too many times, the surface cracked like a bone that healed wrong. A road case sits abandoned against the wall, its foam spilling from an open lid. The light overhead flickers without rhythm, buzzing like an insect chewing the air. For a second, the picture seems empty. Then a voice cuts through, sharp and sudden, before the camera has a chance to adjust.
Mika: You thought this place was safe.
Mika is already there. She leans her shoulder into the wall, one hand dragging her nails lazily across the paint until the sound scratches through the microphone. Her blonde hair hangs in strands that cling to her face, and her eyes rise to the lens with an intensity that feels invasive. She doesn’t posture. She doesn’t pose. She is still the way a predator is still—calm because she already knows what happens next.
Mika: You hold your champions up like saints. You chant their names until you believe the noise will protect them. You polish your belts and convince yourselves that the shine means strength.
Her mouth twitches into something resembling a smile, but it’s brittle, fractured.
Mika: But the truth is simpler. You’re all waiting for something to split you open. And I am already here.
Her hand scrapes down the wall again, slower this time, letting the shriek echo down the corridor. The sound is surgical, cruel, intentional. She tilts her head toward it, savoring it like the vibration belongs to her alone.
Mika: Don’t mistake me for competition. Don’t call me another wrestler. I don’t count wins. I don’t need losses. I’m not here for the rhythm of your stories. I’m here to consume. I’m here to infect. To rot everything you believe is untouchable.
She steps off the wall with the smallest shift, the camera catching the twitch of her fingers as they flex and curl, restless like claws itching for contact. Her eyes never leave the lens.
Mika: Your heroes will break. Your legends will choke on their own names. And your champions.” A pause, deliberate, heavy. “They’ll bleed on the gold they swore would protect them. And when they clutch it close, when they hold it like it’s still theirs, all they’ll feel is me.
Her laughter bursts out jagged and wild, shattering the stillness. It echoes off the walls, shrill, violent, too loud for the space. Then it dies just as suddenly, leaving silence so abrupt the air itself feels unsteady. She leans close, so near her breath fogs the glass, her voice dropping to a whisper that crawls under the skin.
“Nothing survives me.” The camera jitters slightly, whether from fear or a hand behind it tightening on instinct, it doesn’t matter. She notices. Her smile sharpens as the scene fades to black.The opening beat of “Throne” by Bring Me the Horizon blasts through the Walter Pyramid, and the Long Beach crowd explodes as Miles steps out from behind the curtain, the SCW Internet Championship gleaming around his waist. He pauses at the top of the ramp, one hand on the belt, eyes scanning the sea of fans, before he slaps the center plate and strides down to the ring with a confidence that feels like a weight finally lifted.
Sliding under the bottom rope, Miles pops to his feet, unhooks the title, and hoists it high in the air. The crowd roars. He climbs a turnbuckle, holds it aloft again, then drops back down and catches a mic tossed in from ringside. He drapes the championship proudly over his shoulder, paces once, then stops dead center in the ring, soaking in the moment before speaking.
Miles: Long Beach...
The fans cheer, a rolling wave. Miles lets it breathe, then continues.
Miles: Do you hear that? Do you feel it? That right there, that’s not relief, that’s not chance. It was not just luck. That’s freedom.
The fans cheer loudly as Miles stands and looks around. He takes a step and begins his pacing.
Miles: For months, hell, years, every time someone brought my name up, it was the same tired story. ‘Miles is distracted. Miles is caught up in everyone else’s business. Miles is too busy playing savior to focus on his own career.’ Same line, same song, played on repeat over and over again. And maybe some of you weren’t wrong. My name was in everybody’s mouths, but not because I was winning. It was because I was fighting, clawing, stumbling, and standing back up again and again. Everyone saw the stumbles. Almost nobody knew the weight I was carrying these last several months. Only a select few even had a clue.
He pats the faceplate of the championship on his shoulder, eyes narrowing as his voice sharpens.
Miles: But this? This isn’t a distraction. This isn’t some charity handout like I know damn well a lot of people were even thinking. This isn’t a side story in somebody else’s career. This right here is proof.
Proof that I took every doubt, every whisper, every insult, and I shoved it straight back down their throats. Because Miami? Miami was absolute chaos. Splinters of tables in our backs, dented steel chairs in our hands, ladders twisted into shapes they were never meant to be. Every second of that wreckage, I had a choice: stay down and let the story be written without me...or fight through it. As a lot of people know, I’m too damn stupid to stay down and I fought. I stood face to face with an old nemsis, a good friend and my old mentorWhen the smoke cleared, I wasn’t the one left lying broken in the ruins, I was the one climbing. I was the one with destiny in my hands.
And now, whether you like it or not, I stand here as a TWO-TIME SCW Internet Champion!
The crowd erupts, chanting “MILES! MILES! MILES!” He grins, pacing again with restless energy, soaking it all in.
Miles: That monkey’s on my back, it’s gone. The doubt? Dead. The excuses? Don’t even exist anymore. The only thing that exists now is this championship over my shoulder and the fact that I earned it. So yeah, keep talking about me. You all can keep running my name through your mouths when you feel like you need to make someone feel lesser. But remember, when you say my name now, you’re not talking about someone slipping. You’re talking about the man who survived the chaos, climbed the ladder, and proved every single one of you wrong.
He lifts the Internet Championship high, slowly turning in the ring, letting the camera zoom in on his unblinking stare.
Miles: And here’s the part that should frighten the hell out of everyone else in this locker room: I’m just getting started. You saw exactly what I was willing to go through to get this back. So to every name in that locker room, every man...or woman that is holding their man’s balls in their purse that determines what they should do next, to every legend that is back there threatening to come and make an example of me...to those watching in the back who think they’ve got the guts to step up, consider this your invitation. Do you want this Internet Championship? You want to test if I’m truly back at my best? Line up, knock on the door of our new general manager or the boss Mr. Underwood...or hell come to me directly, whatever you gotta do. Because the champ is standing right here, ready, waiting, and welcoming every single one of you.
“Throne” hits again as Miles climbs the turnbuckle, championship raised high overhead. The Walter Pyramid rocks with cheers as the camera catches him mouthing the words: “I AM YOUR INTERNET CHAMPION.” The crowd erupts as Miles slaps the faceplate of his belt, throwing his arms wide, daring anyone to try and take it from him.
Scene opens backstage. Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing with a microphone in hand, smiling at the camera as the gold “SCW Climax Control” banner gleams behind her. Mercedes Vargas stands just off to her side, the SCW Bombshell Internet Internet Championship slung stylishly over her shoulder, sunglasses on.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Mercedes Vargas. Now Mercedes, we heard from Diamond Steele who had some very strong words about you heading into your upcoming Bombshell Internet Championship defense. Do you have a response?
Mercedes divides her attention between Rocky and the camera.
Mercedes: You know, Rocky, it never fails. Every time I step into the spotlight, somebody thinks they can use my name as a stepping stone. And isn’t it always the same story? Another week, another Diamond Steele delusion.
The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, but a very strong one at that for the Hall of Famer.
Mercedes: You talk about how titles only meant something when they were around your waist. That’s precious, really. Because from where I stand, mamita, it looks a lot like desperation.
Mercedes adjusts the championship on her shoulder, her smirk lingering as Rocky nods lightly, trying not to provoke her further.
Mercedes: I’ll give you this, Diamond—you’re persistent. You love your lists, your scrapbook of names you’ve beaten. The difference is this—when I beat people, the moments define an era. When you do it? Nobody remembers by the next show.
Mercedes tilts her head, letting her words sink in. Camera cuts to a side angle as her tone her tone shifts abruptly from casual to cutting.
Mercedes: You can compare me to athletes, icons, legends—LeBron, Jordan, Serena, Beyoncé if it makes you feel better—but when the noise fades, facts remains. And the fact is this: I’m the Bombshell Internet Champion. You’re still auditioning for relevance.
Mercedes takes off her sunglasses slowly, tilts her head, and smirks before she continues.
Mercedes: You don’t need the spotlight, Diamond—you need a lifeline. And under these lights? Weakness doesn’t hide. It gets exposed.
Mercedes takes a slow step forward, piercing the lens with her glare. Rocky takes a slight step back from the tension.
Mercedes: You love dragging Crystal’s name into this, but weren’t you two playing friends in that little faction of yours? What was it, the Mass Media Militia, something like that? When you lose, it’s always someone else’s fault. Triple threat politics. Interference. Bad booking. How convenient.
Mercedes chuckles with a dry, knowing laugh, shaking her head.
Mercedes: Real champions don’t spend their careers pointing fingers. We adapt. We win. We last. That’s why I’m still here holding this title, while you’re still trying to convince the world that sparkle equals substance.
Her eyes narrow, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone as she stares straight into the camera.
Mercedes: So, you want everyone to believe this is your time? That you’re the diamond in the spotlight? Diamonds don’t need to announce they shine. They just do. And this championship? This championship is staying right where it belongs—on my shoulder—while you keep polishing your fairy tale.
She slowly slides her sunglasses back on, her smirk widening as the camera zooms on her eyes through the lenses.
Mercedes: At Climax Control, you’ll get your chance. But when it’s over, the only thing you’ll be holding is your breath. Because I’m not just the champion, I am the standard. Every win adds to my legacy. Every defense pushes me one step closer to rewriting SCW history. I'm on my way to breaking the record for most career wins in SCW history and the most wins on Climax Control. And Diamond… you? You’re just another footnote.
Mercedes lifts the title off her shoulder, letting it dangle slightly before snapping it back into place. She taps a hand against the center plate like an exclamation point, her tone cutting cold.
Mercedes: So let me keep this as simple as I can for you. You want this title? You’re not getting it. You want this spotlight? Sorry, sweetheart, it’s already taken. And you want to convince everyone you’re the second coming of relevance? The only thing you’re coming back to is reality—where I’m still at the top and you’re still trying to be noticed.
The crowd erupts in a wave of boos at the mention of Diamond’s name.
Mercedes: When the lights are brightest, I shine. When the pressure builds, I thrive. And when the stage demands greatness, I don’t falter, I perform. That’s the difference between someone legendary, and someone still auditioning. Hope you brought your A-game tonight because after I beat you, the only thing people will remember about this match is how quickly I ended it — and your career.
Mercedes tilts her head thoughtfully, a slow smirk forming. The words come softly.
Mercedes: The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
COMING SOON...
Referee Jacob Summers steps inside of the ring as we get set for the final match of the evening.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Bombshell Internet Championship!
The entire arena goes dark and as it does that is when we can see a huge spotlight hitting the curtain and the silhouettes of five figures illuminate behind the curtain. We are able to see Ruby Steele playing a Bass Guitar, Jenni Taylor playing a guitar, and Emerald McAdams on a drum as they begin to cover Fall Out's Boy The Phoenix. They continue playing the song until one figure burst through the curtains. Sapphire smirks as she is holding a Diamond Studded Megaphone in his hands. She points at the crowd and flames appear in a circle.
It’s at that moment that we can see flame pyros going off one after another. We can hear a loud Bird HAWKING nose and that is when Diamond Steele emerges from the floor in her Phoenix inspired gear. She smiles as she gives her sister Sapphire a wicked grin before the two of them walk towards the ring.
The crowd boos as loudly as they can but Sapphire holds the megaphone and puts the Siren on using it to drown out the jeers. Diamond pays no attention to them as she just continues to make her way to the ring.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen making her way to the ring being accompanied to the ring by her sister Phoebe “Sapphire” Steele from London, England, RISING FROM THE ASHES…. She is the challenger! “The Phoenix” Kate "Diamond" Steele!!!!!!!!
Sapphire: AHEM!!!!!
Sapphire doesn’t seem impressed as she yells into the microphone and slides an index card to Justin.
Justin: She is the MISTRESS OF THE MEGAPHONE, THE COUNTESS OF CATCH WRESTLING, THE SORCERESS OF SUBMISSIONS, THE SPARKLING SENSATION, THE SHINING STAR, THE PRINCESS OF PUNK, GOD’S GREATEST GIFT & GEMSTONE, DIAMOND STEELE!
Sapphire: Much Better.
As the drums in the song pick up Diamond takes the moment to slowly make her way to the ring as Sapphire stands outside. Once inside Kate opens up a pocket mirror and admires how she looks and her hair as she takes a heavy interest in herself waiting for the match to begin.
Justin: And her opponent!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring (or depending on where Mercedes is when the ring announcer begins the introduction, Coming down the aisle, About to enter the ring, or Currently in the ring), from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds! She is the reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion! MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes and chats with her friend, Crystal Caldwell.
Lunam: What a Main Event for our first show back from Violent Conduct X! Mercedes versus Diamond for the gold!
Simone: I’m not certain whether or not Diamond really should have been given this title shot but that was a decision for Gwendolyn Hall.
Jacob holds the championship belt up high for all to see before passing it out to the waiting hands of the time keeper. Jacob then calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The bell barely rings before chaos ensues. Referee Jacob Summers immediately steps forward, blocking Diamond Steele’s path toward the champion. He turns and points sternly at the Gemstones stationed at ringside. The crowd knows what this means, and a wave of anticipation hums through the Walter Pyramid! Summers gestures sharply toward the backstage curtain. The Gemstones protest, shouting in unison, and Diamond herself stomps her boots in protest!
Lunam: Jacob is following through on Gwendolyn’s ruling! The Genstones are barred from ringside!
Simone: And rightly so!
The Gemstones cling to the bottom rope, arguing with Summers, their hands animated and furious. The referee doesn’t budge. Instead, he walks to the timekeeper’s table, confers with the ring announcer, and Justin Decent lifts the microphone.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Jacob Summers has declared that if the Gemstones do not leave ringside immediately, Diamond Steele will be disqualified, and the match awarded to Mercedes Vargas by forfeit!
Lunam: Wow!
Simone: Jacob is laying down the law!
The fans erupt in cheers! The Gemstones scream in outrage, pointing fingers at Summers and shouting obscenities toward Mercedes, who leans smugly in her corner, smirking with her arms crossed. Finally, reluctantly, the Gemstones storm up the ramp, stomping the steel floor with every step! The crowd cheers their exit until Mercedes Vargas and her ally Crystal Caldwell step forward, waving bye-bye sarcastically, adding insult to injury.
Diamond fumes in the ring, pacing like a cornered cat. Before she can retort, Summers turns, pointing this time at Crystal Caldwell and then to the back! The crowd cheers again!
Lunam: Now he’s ejecting Crystal!
Simone: What’s fair is fair!
Crystal puts her hands on her hips, jaw dropping. Mercedes storms over to Summers, shouting in Spanish! But Summers is unmoved, giving the same ultimatum that he gave Diamond! With a look of pure frustration, Crystal finally hops off the apron, jawing at Summers the whole way as she backs up the ramp! Mercedes is still fuming, leaning over the ropes and yelling after her…
And that’s when Diamond strikes! Diamond pounces with a double axe handle smash to Mercedes’ back, knocking her into the ropes!
Simone: Mercedes Vargas should have known better but she got caught up in the moment and distracted!
She rains down clubbing forearms before yanking the champion backward by the hair, dragging her to the canvas with a hair-pull mat slam of her own mockery! Vargas strikes the canvas hard and immediately grabs the back of her head! The crowd boos as Diamond kneels beside Mercedes, taunting her and making fun of her pain, wiping mockingly at her own eyes.
She pops to her feet and immediately races into the ropes as Mercedes starts to sunrise to her knees, and Diamond collides into her with a running knee strike right to the head, a blow that wipes Vargas out! Diamond goes for the immediate cover, hooking the inside leg!
ONE!
Mercedes kicks out.
Simone: A quick kick out on the part of the champion!
Lunam: You’re not going to put Mercedes Vargas down with one knee strike. You’re going to have to give her more than that!
Simone: Considerably more than that.
Diamond pulls Mercedes up, peppering her with martial arts kicks to the thighs and ribs, keeping the taller woman off balance and preventing her from being able to draw in a full breath of air. She then spins around, sweeping Mercedes’ leg out from under her. Diamond takes her by the legs and falls back, sending Vargas flying across the ring with a slingshot - but Mercedes counters by somersaulting over and leaping back to her feet! Diamond stands up and turns around - just in time for Mercedes to come charging in with a big boot that floors the challenger!
Lunam: You just can never get too confident around Mercedes Vargas!
Mercedes drags Diamond to her feet and goes for an Irish whip but Diamond reverses it, sending Vargas into the ropes instead! Mercedes shows her lucha libre agility, and catches Diamond with a tilt-a-whirl DDT out of nowhere! Mercedes with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond kicks out with authority!
Simone: No matter what name she uses, Diamond is a multi-time champion and wouldn’t be so if she couldn’t take it!
Lunam: Or dish it out!
Both women scramble to their feet. Diamond swings with a wild forearm, but Mercedes ducks and nails a sharp short-arm knife edge chop, followed by another, then caps it with a short-arm clothesline! Diamond crumples to the mat! Mercedes doesn’t let up - not in the slightest! She drags Diamond to the corner in a standing position before planting a boot against her throat. The crowd counts along in Spanish with Mercedes as the referee reprimands her…!
Crowd: UNO! DOS! TRES! CUATRO!
Summers almost gets to five and Mercedes pulls away with her hands raised innocently, smirking as Diamond gasps for air. Mercedes takes her by the arm and sends her challenge hard into the far corner. Mercedes comes charging in and leaps - but Diamond brings both knees up into the champion’s upper body! The impact against the knees causes Mercedes to crash back to the mat, clutching her sternum!
Simone: That right there could prove to be a very costly mistake on the part of the champion!
Diamond drags Mercedes up with a handful of hair and into a front facelock, before using the ropes to run up and she comes off with a Tornado DDT, spiking Vargas’s head into the canvas! Diamond gets to her feet and with Mercedes just lying there, Diamond jumps into the ropes and comes off with a springboard legdrop right across the back of her head! Diamond rolls the champion over onto her back for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Mercedes gets her shoulder up!
Diamond grows frustrated, grabbing Summers’ shirt to argue the count. The referee warns her back, giving Mercedes time to recover. Diamond growls and turns back around and she begins to stomp and kick on the prone body of the champion! Diamond then climbs up onto the corner, facing the fans. She starts to yell out at them, crying about the loss of her Gemstones! She then turns around but Mercedes is back on her feet and she comes racing up the corner and she dropkicks Diamond, sending the challenger tumbling to the floor fifteen feet below!
Lunam: Oh, oh! That was a nasty fall for the challenger!
Mercedes, now hurt, tries to go out after her but Jacob heads her off each time. Mercedes then backs off, hands up, before she then ducks out the opposite side of the ring, circumventing the official entirely.
Mercedes pulls Diamond up by the hair, only for Diamond to counter with a single knee facebreaker! Mercedes stumbles, dazed, and Diamond takes the opportunity to grab her by the tights and use her leverage to whip Vargas hard against the steel ring steps!
Simone: Do NOT count Diamond out just yet!
Diamond laughs and taunts the fans who boo her, all the while pointing at the fallen champion. Diamond parades around the immediate area. Jousting verbally with the ringside fans. With Vargas sitting up against the steel steps and prone, Diamond turns around and gets a running start and baseball slide dropkicks Mercedes against the steps with nowhere to go! Diamond stands up slowly, all smiles and confidence. She drags Mercedes up and rolls her back inside of the ring before following in after her. Diamond with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Mercedes gets her shoulder up!
Lunam: Diamond is SHOCKED!
Back inside, Diamond tries to wear Mercedes down. She locks in a Boston Crab, sitting back deep! Mercedes claws at the canvas, teeth gritted, refusing to submit. Summers checks but the champion refuses to submit away her championship! Vargas then begins to prop herself up on her forearms to alleviate the pressure of the hold! She starts to drag herself closer toward the ropes. Mercedes inches closer… closer… She grabs the bottom rope! Summers forces the break! Diamond doesn’t want to and shakes her head but Jacob counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Diamond finally drops Mercedes’ legs with a smirk. Diamond brings Mercedes to her feet and sends her into the ropes where she catches her with a take down into a Fujiwara armbar but almost immediately, the ring veteran Mercedes turns it into a schoolgirl rollup!
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond kicks out!
Lunam: Where did THAT come from!?
Both women rise but Vargas is a little quicker than the surprised Diamond and she floats over the rising challenger into a La Magistral cradle!
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond escapes!
Both are again on their feet and Mercedes blasts Diamond with a spinning roundhouse kick! Diamond crumples. Mercedes covers for the third straight time!
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond kicks out AGAIN!
Simone: ANOTHER near fall!
The fans are on edge now, each near fall more dramatic than the last! Mercedes drags Diamond to her feet and sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip! Mercedes swings for a clothesline but Diamond ducks under the blow and behind her, bringing her up and over with a bridging German suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Mercedes kicks out!
Diamond snarls in frustration, slamming her fists against the mat!
Simone: Diamond Steele is growing more frustrated by the minute!
Lunam: She doesn’t know what to do to put Mercedes Vargas away!
Both women are battered! Diamond senses victory. She signals for the Brainbuster. She lifts Mercedes up but Vargas twists free mid-air and counters into a Hangman’s Neck Breaker! Both women are down.!
Simone: Oh no, what now?
Jacob begins his count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Suddenly, the audience stirs. Sprinting down the ramp is Sapphire, one of the Gemstones. She crouches near the apron, slapping the mat, cheering Diamond on!
Lunam: What is she doing back out here!? She was banned!
Simone: Since when do the Gemstones have any respect for authority?
Summers notices and shouts, pointing at her, but before he can act, Crystal Caldwell emerges from the curtain, storming down with fire in her eyes!
Lunam: Ohhh BOY!
Simone: NOW there’s going to be hell to pay!
The crowd explodes as Crystal beelines for Sapphire! The two collide at ringside, throwing wild punches! Sapphire claws at Crystal’s hair, but Crystal counters with a stiff slap, then whips her into the barricade! Diamond, distracted by the chaos, shouts at Summers, insisting he control Crystal! She leans over the ropes, yelling at Sapphire to get back up!
Mercedes, recovering, seizes the moment! Diamond turns back around and Vargas lifts Diamond onto her shoulders…
BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE!
The impact rattles the mat, Diamond bouncing lifelessly onto her back! Mercedes hooks both legs, leaning back with every ounce of strength!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Diamond escapes from Crystal, but too late to do anything! She stares in shock and horror at the inside of the ring as Jacob raises Mercedes’s arm!
Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL Bombshell Internet Champion! Mercedes VARGAS!
Diamond Steele rolls under the bottom rope. She cradles her head, glaring back into the ring with watery eyes full of rage and disbelief.
At ringside, Sapphire kneels beside her, her mouth hanging open in pure shock. Her hands hover helplessly, unsure whether to console Diamond or scream at the injustice she just witnessed. She pounds her fists on the apron, shouting at referee Jacob Summers, insisting he was distracted at the wrong time.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, Summers retrieves the Bombshell Internet Championship belt. He extends it toward Mercedes Vargas, but before he can hand it over, Crystal Caldwell storms in, snatches the belt right out of his hands, and presents it to Mercedes herself.
Mercedes takes the title, holding it close to her chest before raising it high. The crowd reacts with a split chorus - cheers for the resilience of the champion, boos for her smug arrogance. Mercedes basks in it all the same, climbing the turnbuckle and hoisting the belt overhead, her smirk saying everything.
Diamond, propped up by Sapphire on the outside, screams in frustration as Mercedes celebrates. She kicks the barricade, vowing revenge while Mercedes poses triumphantly with Crystal by her side.
Simone: What a main event we just witnessed, Erik! Diamond Steele gave Mercedes Vargas everything she had, but in the end, the champion’s resilience and her instincts pulled through once again!
Lunam: Belinda, that match had it all! Near falls, submissions, fighting outside the ring, and of course, the chaos at ringside with Sapphire and Crystal! But Mercedes showed why she’s been such a dominant champion. Diamond’s focus slipped for just a second, and that was all Mercedes needed to hit the Black Rose Overdrive and keep the Internet Championship around her waist!
Simone: Diamond’s not going to take this loss lightly, I can promise you that. She looked furious walking up the ramp with Sapphire. But for tonight, Mercedes Vargas stands tall.
Lunam: And speaking of standing tall, we learned earlier tonight that the road to High Stakes XV officially begins next week. The High Stakes tournaments will get underway, and history tells us those tournaments have made legends in Sin City Wrestling.
Simone: Who will seize the opportunity this year? We’ll find out soon enough. But after a night like this, it’s safe to say the momentum is off the charts heading into the tournaments.
Lunam: Fans, we thank you for joining us here in Long Beach for Climax Control. For Belinda Simone, I’m Erik Lunam! Good night, SCW Universe, and we’ll see you next week!
The camera lingers one last time on Mercedes Vargas, standing tall in the center of the ring with her championship raised high, Crystal applauding proudly at her side, while Diamond and Sapphire retreat up the ramp in defeat.
The SCW logo flashes across the screen as the show fades to black.
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!