The broadcast opens on a wide shot of the California desert sky. The camera slowly pans downward, revealing The Hangar, an open-air stadium that is absolutely packed. Rows upon rows of fans wave signs and scream their lungs out as the lens sweeps over the stands, catching a sea of excited faces lit by the stadium lights.
The shot transitions to the six-sided ring in the center of the stadium, where Justin Decent stands, waiting with microphone in hand. He’s dressed to impress: a fitted black blazer with no shirt beneath, the cut leaving just enough chest exposed to draw attention, paired with sleek, tailored slacks and polished boots.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, wrestling fans of all ages! Welcome to Lancaster, California!
The crowd roars, stomping and clapping, the stadium erupting with noise. Justin pauses, soaking in the moment, then raises his voice again.
Justin: And welcome to SCW Climax Control!
Another wave of cheers floods the arena. Fans chant, whistle, and pump their fists in the air.
Justin: Now, you know it wouldn’t be a night at Climax Control without our Hostess With the Mostess! So Lancaster, get those hands together and make some noise for Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Spotlights swing to the entrance stage as Miss Amanda struts into view. She’s holding a house microphone, bathed in cheers and wolf whistles from the moment she steps out. Amanda waves with dramatic flair, then puckers her lips and blows exaggerated kisses to the crowd, sending a ripple of laughter and cheers through the stadium.
Amanda: Hellooooo Lancaster!
The fans respond with a deafening pop. Amanda puts her hand on her hip, leans forward, and scans the front row with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Amanda: And you! With the sign! Honey, that shirt you’re wearing is so bright, NASA just called to ask if they can use it as a landing beacon. Yikes!
The stadium roars with laughter and applause as Amanda cackles, clearly enjoying herself, waving once more before the scene lingers on the fans’ reactions. Music begins as does the show’s opening performance.
Amanda: I woke up fierce but then I cried in bed,
Screamed at the dog, then ordered eggs benedict.
One minute I’m Beyoncé, hair toss with flair,
The next I’m texting my ex, Do you even care?!
It’s gay PMS, honey, don’t you know?
Pretty, Moody & Shopping, watch my credit card go!
From Prada to Payless, I’m serving extremes,
With mood swings, cravings, and designer dreams!
I want nachos, tacos, and a pint of ice cream,
But also kale salad ‘cause I still chase the lean.
One second I’m bitter, the next I’m divine,
I’ll curse you out then hug you — all in one line!
It’s gay PMS, honey, don’t you know?
Pretty, Moody & Shopping, watch my credit card go!
From sequins to sweatpants, I swing on a dime,
I’m fabulous and fragile… all at the same time!
Don’t ask what’s wrong — I don’t even know!
But I’ll fix it with retail therapy at the mall’s front row.
Gucci in my left hand, cheesecake in my right,
I’ll cry into a cocktail, then dance all night!
Gay PMS, baby, buckle up tight,
Mood swings and cravings, but my heels still shine bright!
I’ll laugh, I’ll pout, I’ll shop ‘til I’m broke,
But honey… if fashion’s my sickness, I don’t want the cure!
Listen, if loving carbs and couture at the same time is wrong… then baby, I don’t wanna be right!
Amanda takes a step back, basking in the laughter and cheers of the crowd. With a playful wink, she drops into a curtsy that’s all exaggerated flair, then blows a flurry of dramatic kisses into the air before strutting offstage. The fans keep cheering as the lights shift back toward ringside.
The camera cuts to the broadcast table where Belinda Simone and Erik Lunham sit, headsets on, grinning at the energy buzzing throughout The Hangar. Behind them, fans wave signs and chant as the show rolls into high gear.
Simone: What an opening from Miss Amanda Hugginkiss! But ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to SCW Climax Control, live from The Hangar here in Lancaster, California. I’m Belinda Simone.
Lunam: And I’m Erik Lunham! And Belinda, tonight isn’t just any night. Tonight we continue the journey on the Road to High Stakes XV, the biggest show of the year!
Simone: That’s right, Erik. And what better way to get there than through the opening rounds of the High Stakes Tournament for both Bombshells and Superstars? Careers are going to be made, reputations could be destroyed, and tonight it all begins.
Lunam: And we’re not wasting any time! Our opening contest tonight features the always devious Bea Barnhart, who’s looking to put the newest Bombshell to the test. Mika Attano, who made quite the entrance just last week.
Simone: Then we move on to our first High Stakes Tournament match for the Bombshells. Bella Madison goes up against Seleana Zdunich. Now, Seleana is experiencing some family troubles of epic proportion, and those distractions could very well cost her against Bella.
Lunam: The Superstars bracket kicks off next, and this one’s going to be intense. The angry, no-nonsense police officer Liam Davis will square off against the man who nearly toppled the World Champion at Violent Conduct X: Aiden Reynolds!
Simone: And if that wasn’t enough, we’ve got another Superstars first round clash when the bloodthirsty veteran Justin Smith goes toe-to-toe with a man desperate to carve out his own legacy:‘Unbreakable’ Eddie Lyons, stepping out from the long shadow of his family name.
Lunam: Speaking of legacies, Belinda, this next Bombshells match could’ve been tonight’s main event! Former champion ‘Dreamkiller’ Kayla Richards returns to face the self-proclaimed ‘Queen of SCW,’ Victoria Lyons!
Erik pauses and raises an eyebrow.
Lunam: But honestly, why wouldn’t Kayla just get her return match at High Stakes XV?
Simone: Your guess is as good as mine, Erik. I have no idea!
And finally, our Main Event. The World Bombshell Champion herself, Frankie Holliday, is in the building tonight. She’ll get an up-close look at the opening round of the tournament, but she may not even leave tonight with her championship! Because she’s defending that very title against Cassie Wolfe, and Erik, that could end up being the upset of the night.
Lunam: The stage is set, the matches are ready, and Lancaster is on fire for SCW tonight!
The crowd roars on cue as the camera pans across the arena once more, signs waving and chants rising.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Harper Mason and her manager Joshua Acquin ready to cut a promo.
Harper: So, two tournaments, one for the Bombshells, one for the men, both top prizes in the division and their holders await whoever wins.
Harper grins.
Harper: My question is: how long until I get a chance to strut my stuff in this tournament? Not only am I a former Roulette Champion but I was the one who dethroned Victoria back at Summer XXXTreme.
Joshua: The question is not if Harper’s in the tournament but who her opponent is?
Harper: We know it’s neither Bella, Seleana, Victoria or Kayla, their matches are happening tonight, but there’s still plenty of other names to go through and trust me, I will bring the fight to whoever my first round opponent is!
Joshua: Watch this space!
Harper and Joshua walk off as the scene fades.
We get a shot of Bea Barnhart standing in the hallway outside of her dressing room. Her husband, and fellow wrestler, Bill Barnhart is standing next to Bea. There is a camera person focused on Bea as she gets ready to open Climax Control 437 with her match against Mika Attano.
Bea: Thank you for joining me as I begin to make my way to the ring to open Climax Control 437. I have a match against a newcomer to Sin City Wrestling in Mika Attano. She got the dirty end of the stick when they drew her name to face me in this match. It would not surprise me that after I soundly defeat and humiliate Mika that she may quit wrestling.
Bill: I am rooting for you Bea. I know you want this win and many more so that Management will place you back into the mix for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Bea: I need to get down the hallway to get to the staging area to be ready for my match with Mika so I have to cut my comments short. I ask the fans, and the other wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling, to keep an eye on me as I am the hot item around Sin City Wrestling now.
We watch as Bea turns and begins her walk to the staging area as Bill remains at their dressing room and then the camera person cuts their camera feed.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia… Bea Barnhart.
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.
Justin: and already in the ring… Mika Attano.
The fans give a mixed reaction to the newcomers before the ref moving in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Barnhart and Attano circle the ring a couple of times before hesitantly move in and lock up, where they jockey for position briefly before Attano surprises Barnhart with an arm drag and Attano quickly makes her way back to her feet, as Barnhart sits up and Attano smirks and waves at Barnhart and then blows her a kiss.
Simone: Barnhart and Attano circle the ring before they move in and lock up, where they jockey for position before Attano surprises Barnhart and then proceeds to brag about it.
Barnhart makes her way back to her feet, as she and Attano circle the ring a couple of times before moving in once more, where they lock up, but this time Barnhart a vicious arm drag, which rocks Attano and Barnhart makes her way to her feet and wags a finger at Attano and then blows her own kiss at Attano and Attano glares at Barnhart and rushes forward, where she tackles Barnhart to the mat, where she unleashes a series of punches on Barnhart, which Barnhart covers up the best she can before pushing Attano off her and they both make their way to their feet, where they rush in and brawl before Barnhart gets a knee up and into Attano’s stomach.
Lunam: Barnhart isn’t too impressed with that and the new girl, but they circle once more and they lock up, but this time Barnhart sends Attano down with a hard arm drag, which catches Attano with surprise and Barnhart then copies Attano’s mocking.
Simone: Attano pushes herself to her feet and tackles Barnhart to the mat, where she fires in some punches on Barnhart. Barnhart covers up before kicking Attano off her and they make their way to their feet. They rush in and begin to brawl, which Barnhart gets a knee up into Attano’s stomach.
Attano doubles over and Barnhart drives a knee up into Attano’s face and then Barnhart grabs Attano around the waist and drags her down to the mat and rolls her up into a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Lunam: Barnhart then drives a knee into Attano’s face before dragging her down to the mat and rolls her into a pin for a two count.
Attano kicks out and before she can do anything else, Barnhart grabs her and sits her up, she grabs her around the waist, but Attano quickly battles back to her feet, as Barnhart keeps the waist lock in place, however, Attano breaks Barnhart’s grip and counters and locks in a waist lock of her own, but Barnhart quickly turns and grabs Attano around the head and takes her down to the mat.
Simone: Barnhart sits Attano up and grabs her around the waist, but Attano battle back to her feet before breaking and countering, but Barnhart quickly counters into a headlock and then takes Attano down to the mat.
Once on the mat, Barnhart keeps the headlock in place, but Attano rolls her sideways and breaks the hold and they both make their way to their feet and Barnhart charges at Attano and grabs her and locks in another headlock and takes her down to the mat, as this time Barnhart makes sure her grip is strong and make sure that Attano can’t roll her over and break the headlock. The move is in place for a few moments, before Attano gets her legs up and around Barnhart’s head for a headscissors.
Lunam: Attano rolls sideways and breaks the hold, before making their way back to their feet, as Barnhart charges and grabs Attano and locks in another headlock and again takes her down to the mat, as this time she keeps the headlock in place, but it’s only brief as Attano gets her lets up and around Barnhart’s head.
Barnhart kicks her legs out and escapes the headscissors before she and Attano make their way to their feet and Barnhart blinks first and grabs Attano once more and drags her into another headlock and she tries again to take down Attano, but Attano blocks it and they jostle for position and eventually end up in a corner.
Simone: Barnhart kicks her legs out and frees herself as they once more get back to their feet and Barnhart reaches Attano first and grabs her in for another headlock, as this time they jostle for position with neither getting the upper hand until they are in the corner.
Once in the corner, Barnhart releases her headlock and fires in some punches before taking a few steps backwards as the ref tells her to back off. Attano then rushes out of the corner, but Barnhart is ready for her and she grabs her legs and takes her down to the mat, where Barnhart keeps hold of Attano’s legs and she prepare to lock in a sharpshooter, bit Attano kicks Barnhart away and then she crawls away and then out rolls out of the ring.
Lunam: In the corner, Barnhart fires in punches on Attano who then backs off at the request of the referee and Attano charges forward, but Barnhart is ready for her and takes her down to the mat, where she begins to tie her up, but Attano kicks her away before bailing from the ring.
Barnhart moves to the ropes as the ref briefly keeps her away, but Barnhart pushes them away and exits the ring to move after Attano. Attano, however, begins to run and Barnhart chases after her before Attano rolls herself back into the ring and to her feet and Barnhart rolls her into the ring, which Attano tries to catch Barnhart with an elbow drop, but Barnhart manages dodges it and Attano drives her elbow into the mat.
Simone: Barnhart then goes after her and they circle the ring before Attano gets back into the ring and Barnhart follow. Attano attempts an elbow drop but Barnhart sees it coming and dodges.
Attano and Barnhart make their way to their feet, with Attano stumbling away and leans against the ropes, which Barnhart sees an opening and charges in and clothesline Attano over the ropes. Attano stumbles backwards and into the barriers before stumbling down onto the mat. Barnhart shakes her head, as she climbs from the ring and moves to the downed Attano, where she grabs her by the hair and drags her up, where she then drives her face into the ring steps, which drops Attano, but Barnhart grabs her again and pulls her up, as the ref tells Barnhart to bring the action in the ring.
Lunam: Attano gets back to her feet and rubs her elbow, as Barnhart makes her own way back to her fete and as Attano leans against the ropes, Barnhart charges in and clothesline Attano over the ropes to the outside.
Simone: Attano isn’t getting into this match, as Barnhart climbs from the ring and grabs her and drives her face into the ring steps before hitting a snap suplex.
Barnhart nods, before setting up and hitting a snap suplex, as Attano arches her back in pain, as Barnhart grabs Attano and pulls her up once more as the ref begins a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Barnhart rolls Attano into the ring, as Barnhart follows close behind and as she then crawls over to Attano and hooks a leg…
Lunam: Barnhart rolls Attano into the ring and follows and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Th…kickout!
Attano kicks out, as Barnhart shakes her head before making her way to her feet, as she holds Attano in place with her foot before leaps up as she looks for a knee drop, but as she comes down, Attano rolls away last moment and Barnhart knee drops the mat, as she cries out in pain and holds her knee. Attano crawls towards the ropes, where she grabs them and pulls herself up into a seat position and takes a moment as the ref moves in and checks on Barnhart.
Simone: Attano kicks out, as Barnhart makes her way to her feet, as she looks for a knee drop, but Attano moves away and Barnhart hits the mat hard.
Lunam: This gives an opening for Attano.
Attano smirks as she stretches in her seated position before making her way to her feet and moves towards Barnhart, who is seated and rubs her knee. Attano approaches and Barnhart turns and tries to make a beeline for the ropes, but Attano grabs the leg that Barnhart attempted a knee drop from and Barnhart then pushes herself off the mat with one foot but as she does Attano hits a dragon screw.
Lunam: The table have turned and Barnhart is now in trouble, as Attano hits a dragon screw.
Barnhart lays on the mat holding her leg, as Attano crawls over to Barnhart and rolls her onto her stomach, where she begins fire in punches and forearm shots on her as Barnhart covers up the best she can before Attano climbs off Barnhart and then begins to stomp on Barnhart a few times before stopping and she grabs Barnhart and pulls her up to her feet.
Simone: Attano now begins to punch and hit forearm shots on Barnhart, Barnhart tries to cover up, but Attano then climbs off her and stomps on her before grabbing her.
Attano then hits an European uppercut, which Barnhart then stumbles backwards into a corner. Attano charges forward and hits a splash on Barnhart, Barnhart drops to a knee and Attano takes a step backwards and hits a superkick and catches Barnhart in the side of the head, which forces Barnhart up against the turnbuckle before she drags her away from the corner.
Lunam: Attano hits an European uppercut, which forces Barnhart into the corner, which Attano follows up with splash. Barnhart drops to a knee and gets a superkick to her head.
Attano grabs Barnhart and drags her up, where she hooks her arms and hits then hits double underhook facebuster and then goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Facebuster from Attano and she hooks Barnhart’s leg and goes for a pin…
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Mika Attano.
Lunam: Wow… an impressive debut from Mika Attano. Big scalp taken in her debut match.
Attano’s music hits over the p.a, as she climbs to her feet and the ref moves in and takes her arm and raises it high.
Opening shot: Over-the-top rock music. A smoky warehouse. SCW Extreme Superstar Justin Smith stands in front of a mountain of broken table pieces.
Justin Smith: (yelling at the camera) HEY wrestling fans! Are you tired of wasting your time setting up big spots, only for your table to refuse to break? Well, I’m Justin Smith, SCW’s king of carnage, and I’m here to introduce you to the greatest invention in extreme wrestling history! PRE-BROKEN TABLES!
Cut to a slow-motion shot of Justin lightly tapping a table with his finger. It instantly collapses into splinters. Justin grins.
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Montage: Justin body slams mannequins, himself, and even a confused intern through the flimsy tables, each exploding into dramatic pieces with zero resistance.
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Justin points directly into the camera.
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Cut to a fake testimonial: A wrestler in a mask holding his back.
Masked Wrestler: Thanks to Pre-Broken Tables, my chiropractor bill went down 75%! Thanks, Justin!
Justin holds up a cracked tabletop like a championship belt.
Justin Smith: So don’t wait! Call now, and I’ll even autograph the rubble myself. Remember, if it ain’t broken… it ain’t EXTREME!
Final shot: Justin jumps off a ladder and elbow drops through three Pre-Broken Tables stacked together. They collapse instantly before he even lands.
Narrator: (super fast, legal disclaimer) Pre-Broken Tables not recommended for actual dining. May collapse under light breeze, stern look, or slightly aggressive sneeze.
Screen fades out with phone number: 1-800-BROKE-IT.
Backstage at Climax Control, Mercedes Vargas stands beneath the glowing SCW logo, the Bombshell Internet Championship draped proudly over her shoulder. Rocky Mountains stands beside her, microphone in hand, ready for another exclusive interview.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, you’ve had quite the run lately. At Violent Conduct, you successfully defended your championship against both Lilith Locke and Diamond Steele, and then you followed that up by defeating Steele again in last week’s main event. That’s an impressive streak of dominance. And on top of that, you’re now just one win away from tying two of the biggest milestones in SCW history: the record for most career wins and most TV wins. How are you feeling heading into this weekend’s Climax Control?
Mercedes shifts the championship slightly higher on her shoulder, glancing down the lens with a knowing smirk. She takes a brief pause before speaking, her confidence rippling through every word.
Mercedes: How am I feeling? Confident, collected, exactly where I belong. Lilith Locke and Diamond Steele both thought Violent Conduct would be their breakout moment. Turns out, it was just another entry in my highlight reel.
She runs a hand lightly across the title’s gold plate.
Mercedes: And last week? Beating Diamond again was me proving that when lightning strikes twice, it’s because I’m holding it in my hands. I’ll give Diamond her flowers — she’s now a Hall of Famer, like me — and that puts her above most of the roster. But the Hall of Fame doesn’t grant immunity from being humbled by Mercedes Vargas. I walked in champion, I walked out untouchable.
She adjusts the Bombshell Internet Championship on her shoulder as the camera zooms in closer. A faint smile plays on her lips — not smug, but self-assured, the kind that belongs to someone who knows she’s already in the history books yet keeps writing new chapters.
Mercedes: Now, I’m one win away from etching my name even deeper into SCW history. One more victory, and yours truly ties the records for the most wins ever and the most wins on Climax Control. It’s funny, though — not surprising. Records were made for me. I’m just the one rewriting them.
Rocky tilts her head slightly, impressed but unshaken, keeping her stance polished as she now nods toward the title belt.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, as dominant as you’ve been, the question now turns to who’s next. Word backstage is there’s no shortage of Bombshells lining up for a shot at your Bombshell Internet Championship — Cassie Wolfe, Amelia Reynolds, Harper Mason, Seleana Zdunich, and Victoria Lyons among them. Each one says they’re ready to test themselves against the best. What are your thoughts on these potential suitors eyeing your title?
Mercedes: I’m flattered, honestly. Seems like I don’t even have to look for competition, it finds me. I don’t have to beg Christian or Evelyn for challengers. They just appear, like moths to a flame that’s burning a little too bright for them to handle.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is there anyone among them that actually worries you? Anyone you see as a legitimate threat to that title?
Mercedes raises an eyebrow, clearly humored, and takes a deliberate half-step closer to the microphone. She tilts her head toward Rocky, her voice dripping with swagger.
Mercedes: Let’s be honest, Rocky. The real question isn’t if they can beat me — because no one’s even close — it’s if any of those names could hold their own with any of the Bombshell champions right now, Frankie, Alicia, or me. Because I don’t do challenges, I create headlines. They can hashtag their little dreams all night long, but when the smoke clears, they’ll realize this division runs through me, whether they like it or not. The Bombshell Internet Championship shines because Mercedes Vargas is holding it.
Rocky nods, taking a small step back to let Mercedes have the visual spotlight. She gestures toward the camera as she wraps up.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Strong words ahead of this weekend’s Climax Control. Any final thoughts for the viewers watching at home?
Mercedes straightens her posture, the title now perched solidly on her shoulder. A slow, confident grin spreads across her face as she glances from Rocky to the camera lens. Her tone lowers, intimate but biting.
Mercedes: Just this: You can envy me, you can hate me, but you’ll never outshine me. Legends don’t fade — they redefine what greatness looks like. Every woman in that locker room should take notes, because the future doesn’t look like Lilith Locke or sound like Diamond Steele. It looks like this.
Mercedes gestures to herself and the belt.
Mercedes: Mercedes Vargas — style, substance, and success.
She smirks at the camera, adjusts her title belt on her shoulder, then turns and walks off, leaving Rocky Mountains in awe as the camera fades back to the arena.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our first High Stakes Tournament Match! This one features two Bombshell Division Stalwarts as Bella Madison takes on Seleana Zdunich!
Lunam: Both women are former champions in their own right but while Seleana is a former World Bombshell Champion Bella has only held the Bombshell Internet Championship which she lost to Mercedes Vargas at Summer XXXTreme earlier this year while Seleana last held gold all the way back in 2019, considering the prize at stake is a World Bombshell Title Match against either Frankie Holiday or Cassie Wolfe, depending on who wins tonight’s Main Event, this is a huge opportunity for both women!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is an opening round match in the High Stakes Tournament!
A sharp crackle of red-and-silver static flickers across the video screen.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
Addie Nicole’s voice cuts through the darkness — raw, haunting.
A single red spotlight slashes across the stage. Fog rolls in across the ramp. Bella Madison steps into the light. Her hood is up. Her head down. Arms at her sides. Her silhouette is sharp — black matte leather gear with crimson trim and silver-glitched detailing. No theatrics. Just presence.
On the screen behind her, her name glitches to life:
BELLA MADISON
BITE. YOUR. TONGUE.
Justin: Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!
“Metallic tranquility… the pain gets buried beneath…”
She begins her walk down the ramp. Controlled. Heavy with purpose. Every step deliberate. This isn’t performance. It’s confrontation. She stops halfway down, head tilting up just slightly.
The beat drops. The lights shift — strobe pulses echoing like warning shots.
“I could destroy you with one line…”
At ringside, Bella circles the ring once, staring up at it like a battlefield. She slides under the bottom rope, staying on one knee for a second — grounded, still, gathering the storm. Then she stands.
“Just be human, fuck your pride… you’re addicted to the fight…”
She pulls back the hood. Her hair falls loose around her face. Eyes fixed dead on the hard cam.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
She mouths the words with steady conviction; a vow, not a lyric. As the chorus fades, she steps to the center of the ring and raises three fingers. No smile. No pose. No compromise. Just Bella. Exactly as she is now.
Simone: Bella is eager to get back in the title picture and now she faces a huge opportunity!
Lunam: So does most of the roster, including her opponent!
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5
4
3
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat’s roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat” blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.
Justin: From Halmstad, Sweden, she is “The Cat” SELEANA ZDUNICH!
Simone: We saw Seleana’s relative Zenna debut in last week’s opener with a win over Ms. Manners and it’s safe to say that Seleana wants to repeat Zenna’s success.
Lunam: All due respect to Zenna but beating Ms. Manners is one thing, beating Bella Madison is another!
Holly goes over the rules with both women and once it’s confirmed that they understand and the two women share a handshake Holly calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our first match in the High Stakes Tournament is underway!
Lunam: This will be good!
Bella and Seleana circle each other for a moment before they lock up in the middle of the ring and Seleana takes the early advantage with a deep arm drag on Bella, the New Yorker gets back to her feet but Seleana scores with a standing dropkick to the chin and Bella is on the backfoot already! Seleana then picks up Bella and sends her across the ring but on the rebound Bella puts on the backs as Seleana ducks for a Back Body Drop and the Swede stands up only for Bella to score with a dropkick of her own.
Simone: We’ve said it before but given that Seleana is one of the tallest women on the roster her dropkicks have an extra oomph to them!
Lunam: All the same? You can’t discount Bella’s dropkicks, that was a thing of beauty!
Bella goes for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana gets the shoulder up! Bella shakes her head before picking up the taller Blonde women but Seleana counters with a jawbreaker that leaves Bella stunned long enough for Seleana to hit the ropes and then Bella with a running Hurricanrana! Seleana holds on for a pin on Bella!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out!
Simone: Both Bella and Seleana have exchanged early pins but it’s clear that neither woman will go down easy!
Lunam: They both want to get in the next round bad!
Seleana is the first one to get back to her feet but Bella rolls out of the ring before Seleana can press any kind of advantage! Seleana follows Bella to the outside but the New Yorker hits an Enziguri on Seleana when the Swede goes to pick her up which Bella uses to give herself some breathing room, sliding in and out of the ring to break Holly’s count early to avoid a double count out! Seleana gives chase but when she is close enough Bella slides underneath the turnbuckle and plants her with a Tornado DDT!
Simone: That’s one way to turn the momentum around!
Lunam: Seleana just got spiked by Bella there!
Bella picks up Seleana and rolls her back into the ring and follows her in, breaking Holly’s count at seven in the process, Bella goes for a pin on Seleana!
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out! Bella shakes her head before she heads to the top rope and waits for Seleana to get back to her feet, when Seleana does Bella goes for a High Cross Body on Seleana but Seleana drops down at the last second causing Bella to crash and burn, Seleana seizes the opportunity and rolls up Bella as she gets back to her feet clutching her stomach in pain and Holly gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out at which point Seleana locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Bella.
Simone: That missed cross body could be a game changer.
Lunam: Bella landed hard and Seleana capitalized harder!
Holly gets into position to check on Bella but she refuses to tap out to Seleana and she starts crawling her way to the ring ropes to try to force the break, Seleana tries everything she can to stop Bella from reaching the ropes but it proves to be of little use as Bella manages to get the rope break and Holly forces Seleana to let go! Seleana drags Bella back to the centre of the ring but when Seleana bends down to pick her up? Bella counters with a Small Package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out! Both women get back to their feet but Bella is favouring her leg thanks to Seleana’s submission and upon seeing this Seleana ducks behind Bella and hits a bridging German Suplex for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out! But once Seleana gets back to her feet? She calls for the end!
Simone: Seleana just called for the Kattoga!
Lunam: Can she hit it?
Seleana goes for the Asaii DDT but Bella counters it mid move into the Neuro Mutilation, causing Seleana to flip into a seating position before plopping down!
Simone: NEURO MUTILATION! THE SNAPMARE DRIVER BELLA DOES IN TRIBUTE TO HER LATE FATHER NICK MADISON!
Lunam: Seleana is out, stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Bella goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, BELLA MADISON!
Simone: Bella advances to round two after a hard fought win over Seleana!
Lunam: Whoever she faces in round two will have a fight on their hands!
Bella celebrates her win while Holly checks on Seleana.
Justin Smith is seen pacing in the hall outside the locker room area, his boots echoing off the concrete floor. His eyes burn with intensity as he stops, turns toward the camera, and takes a deep breath before speaking about his upcoming match with Eddie Lyons.
Justin Smith: Eddie… we all know who you are. You’re one of the most gifted wrestlers to ever step inside that ring. You’ve got the skill, the drive, and the heart of a true world champion. And in a lot of ways… you remind me of myself. We’ve both been through the fire. We’ve both reached for that top spot — only to fall just short. But the difference between the rest of them and us… is that we don’t stay down. We learn in our own way. We have adapted, and then we come back stronger. Because for people like us, Eddie, failure isn’t the end — it’s fuel. Every loss, every scar, every night we drag ourselves out of that ring knowing we gave everything… that’s what sharpens us. That’s what turns pain into purpose. Every setback you’ve handed me has been a lesson — one I’ve taken to heart, one that’s built a version of me you’ve never faced before. And this time… this time, I’m not walking into that ring to survive you. I’m walking in there to surpass you and prove I belong and am not the stepping stone everybody thinks I am.
Justin takes a deep breath as he tries to collect his thoughts.
Justin Smith: You and I, Eddie, we’ve got history. We’ve gone to war before — and every time, you’ve found a way to walk out with the win. I won’t pretend that doesn’t eat at me, because it does. But I’ve never once disrespected you for it. In fact… I’ve respected you more because of it. But now… now I’m done chasing. I’m done being the one who almost got there. This time, Eddie, I’m willing to go further than ever before — to dig deeper, hit harder, and push past every limit I’ve ever had — because I need this win. I need to prove to myself, and to everyone watching, that Justin Smith can finally slay the lion standing in his way.
Justin pauses, his lips curling into a dark, knowing grin. A low, sinister cackle escapes his throat, echoing down the empty hallway as he slowly turns and walks away, the camera fading to black.
The cameras find Roulette Champion Vincent Lyons Jr in the bowels of the arena, pacing back and forth relentlessly with frustration.
Vincent: LJ Kasey chose to walk into my space and start something he couldn't finish. He wanted to walk into my world, but when the consequences became too much, here came Alexandra Calaway. His dutiful protector leaping in front of him and putting herself between me and the consequences of LJ's actions. I never thought LJ to be one to hide behind his woman but here we are.
He gives a heavy annoyed exhale and continues his pacing.
Vincent: Now I understand the rules of SCW men can't lay their hands on women the way I would prefer. If I touch Alexandra Calaway I risk losing my championship or even my job, and she just isn't worth it.
He slowly comes to a stop from his pacing and turns and looks into the camera.
Vincent: I thought my sister might step up, I know that she's no big fan of Alexandra Calaway either, but she rejected me so now I'm forced to take a different route. A lucrative route for one lucky bombshell.
From the shadows he pulls out a locked briefcase and opens it revealing multiple bundles of large bills inside.
Vincent: Ten thousand dollars from the Lyons Family Treasury. That is the prize for any Bombshell who takes care of the Alexandra Calaway problem.
He closes the briefcase and locks it back up, setting it down directly next to him.
Vincent: You are free to do the job by any means you deem necessary, but the job needs to be complete. I don't want any close calls, or half measures. I don't reward attempts, I pay outcomes. Fail to get the job done and you get nothing.
A thin dangerous smile comes across his lips.
Vincent: Once again, that's ten thousand dollars cash, for the one who can take out Alexandra Calaway. Complete the job, come find me and the bounty will be yours. Good luck ladies.
With that he picks up his briefcase and disappears back into the shadows of the arena.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our second High Stakes Tournament Match of the evening! This time? It's the men’s turn as former Roulette Champion Aiden Reynolds takes on a man who literally just challenged for the Roulette Championship at Violent Conduct: Liam Davis!
Lunam: Out of all the men in the tournament it’s safe to say that Aiden is the most motivated because he literally just challenged HB Carter for the title in an I Quit Match! Liam has yet to taste gold in SCW but that can change!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an opening round contest in the High Stakes Tournament!
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davis!
Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.
Simone: Liam has been impressive since he first arrived in SCW but as you said Erick, he’s still in search of his first title!
Lunam: And he has a tall task waiting for him tonight!
The opening riff of Parkway Drive's "Vice grip" hits. The high speed gives way to Aiden Reynolds stepping out onto the stage, a fist in the air and a black leather jacket with "The Aussie Wolf" spray painted on the back. He moves his way down to the ring and as the refrain of the song hits he throws his arms out to the side as he and the crowd both chant.
"YEAAAH YEAH YEAH"
Justin: And his opponent, from Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia weighing in at 220ibs he is “The Aussie Wolf” AIDEN REYNOLDS!
He leaps onto the apron and takes a few steps backwards before sling shoting himself into the ring and spinning around, he then stops and drops to one knee slamming his fist into the mat.
Simone: As you said Erick, after coming close to dethroning HB Carter at Violent Conduct Aidan has a lot of motivation to win the men’s side of the High Stakes Tournament!
Lunam: And the bosses haven’t made it easy for him in the opening round!
Jacob goes over the rules with both men and once it’s clear that they understand? He calls for the bell and the match starts.
DING DING DING!
Simone: We just saw Bella Madison beat Seleana Zdunich for her spot in the second round, now it’s time to determine who will be the first male competitor in round two.
Lunam: Liam’s a powerhouse and a brawler while Aidan’s an all rounder, pretty sharp contrast of styles here!
Once the bell rings Aiden and Liam circle around each other for a couple of minutes before both men lock up in the centre of the ring, Aiden takes the early advantage by locking in an arm wringer on Liam but Liam responds with a straight forearm to the jaw of Aiden, rocking the Aussie and sending him back against the ropes! Liam follows him in and hits a couple of more forearms before whipping Aiden off the ropes! However Aiden reverses and hits him with a Snap Powerslam on rebound!
Simone: Liam tried to take control early but Aiden caught him with the Powerslam!
Lunam: Aiden’s showing why he’s a former Roulette Champ!
Aiden drops a couple of elbows on Liam’s chest for good measure before he goes for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam kicks out, Aiden picks up Liam but the lawman bends the rules by raking Aiden’s eyes sending him stumbling towards the ring ropes and Liam sends Aiden to the floor with a running clothesline that sends him over the top rope and to the floor.
Simone: That was a rough landing for Aiden!
Lunam: And a good thing for Liam!
Liam ignores Jacob’s warnings and heads out onto the apron before he hits Aiden with a Running Senton off the apron! Liam picks up Aiden and rolls him back into the ring and follows the Aussie in before he goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Aiden gets the shoulder up! Liam shoots Jacob a dirty look, clearly thinking that the ref’s count was slow but Jacob maintains that his count was fair so Liam shifts tactics, mounting Aiden and firing off punches.
Simone: Not often that we see Liam go for a high risk move but that just shows how much he wants to advance!
Lunam: And now he’s back to his brawling style and those punches are doing a number on Aiden!
Jacob starts applying his count to Liam but he continues to ignore Jacob to keep the pressure on Aiden! This backfires however as Aiden catches a punch and locks Liam in a Triangle Choke! Jacob quickly switches positions and checks to see if Liam is ready to submit to his own finisher but Liam refuses and starts scrambling to get to the ring ropes and force the Rope Break! It takes Liam a few minutes but he manages to reach the ropes with his legs, forcing Aiden to break the hold.
Simone: Liam’s aggression almost cost him there!
Lunam: And by his own finisher no less!
Both men get back to their feet but Liam is still catching his breath from the Triangle Choke which gives Aiden a chance to hit Liam with a Bridging German Suplex for a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam gets the shoulder up with a war cry! Liam is clearly incensed from having his own finisher used against him and as soon as both men are back on their feet? Liam fires off a punch and Aiden returns the favour, resulting in a brawl!
Simone: It’s safe to say that Liam was not a fan of nearly being choked out by his own finisher!
Lunam: And Aiden isn’t backing down either!
Both men end up near the ring ropes again and Liam goes to clothesline Aiden to the outside again but ends up on the receiving end of a backdrop to the outside attempt by Aiden! Aiden lands on the apron however and catches Aiden with a forearm to the back of the head before grabbing the Aussie by the head and ramming the Aussie face first into the turnbuckle! Aiden is sent reeling from the impact and Liam heads to the top rope for a move, what move? We’re not sure because Aiden dropkicks Liam out of the air resulting in a double down!
Simone: And now both Aiden and Liam are down!
Lunam: Whoever gets up first gets the advantage!
Jacob starts his count and the fans in Lancaster, California watch on eagerly! After a few minutes Liam sits up first and goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Aiden kicks out! But Liam clearly thinks that the match is his to win as he calls for his other finisher!
Simone: We saw Liam almost fall victim to his own Triangle Choke earlier and now he’s going for the Double Underhook DDT!
Lunam: Can he hit it?
Liam picks up Aiden and goes for the Double Underhook DDT but Aiden counters it by getting Liam onto his shoulders and hitting his TKO Finisher!
Simone: And there it is! The Gold Coast Cutter!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Liam, he’s done!
Aiden goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Aiden Reynolds!
Simone: That’s two wrestlers through to the next round as Aiden joins Bella! We might just see a rematch between him and Carter yet!
Lunam: Great effort by Liam but it wasn’t enough!
Aiden celebrates his win while Jacob checks on Liam.
The camera returns to the Hangar and Justin Decent stands front and center by ringside.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome back to the stage! Miss Amanda HUGGINKISS!
Playful but glamorous music kick starts across the Hangar’s sound system. Amanda Hugginkiss steps through the curtain in a brand-new glittering outfit. The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles. She pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the attention. Amanda playfully waves, blowing kisses into the crowd. She does a little spin to show off the outfit, striking poses with exaggerated flair as the performance begins.
Amanda: I stepped on stage, lookin’ fierce and divine,
Sequins and glitter, baby, all of it mine.
But then I felt a slip, a shift, a shock,
Like a ticking time bomb down in my frock!
Ohhh no—I'm comin’ untucked!
That elastic betrayed me, girl, I’m outta luck.
Audience is cheerin’, but I’m sweatin’ in fear,
‘Cause the truth is peekin’ out where it shouldn’t appear!
I tried a death drop—bad idea, sis,
Now gravity’s laughin’, like, “What is this?”
I’m clenching and praying, oh please don’t fall,
If this tape gives up, it’s the end of it all!
Ohhh no—I'm comin’ untucked!
Like a wig in the wind or a corset unstuck.
I wanted glamour, I wanted delight,
Now it’s a game of peekaboo on Friday night!
Doctor said, “Stretch first, don’t be bold.”
I said, “Honey, I’ve been tucked since 10 years old!”
But now this costume’s givin’ me grief,
Where’s a safety pin? Call the fashion police!
Ohhh no—I'm comin’ untucked!
Darlin’, clap your hands if you’ve ever been struck.
By a wardrobe malfunction that made ya sweat,
It’s drag roulette, and the house always bets!
So next time you cheer for a queen onstage,
Remember: behind the sequins is a tuckin’ cage.
And if disaster strikes—just laugh, don’t stare…
‘Cause honey, drag is pain… in your underwear!
As the last cheeky note of “The Untucked Blues” rings out, the crowd roars with laughter and applause. Amanda Hugginkiss strikes a final dramatic pose, hand on her hip, the other arm stretched high. She then lowers her hand, giving a playful wave to the fans, blowing exaggerated kisses left and right as whistles echo through the arena.
Amanda twirls once more in her glittering outfit, soaking in the cheers, before gracefully strutting back toward the curtain. She turns just before disappearing, winks at the camera, and blows one last big kiss. The crowd pops again as she vanishes behind the stage curtain.
The cameras find Eddie Lyons standing in the hallway of the arena shadow boxing, he catches the camera out the corner of his eye and turns to address them.
Eddie: So here we are again, another tournament, another opportunity to earn a chance at the world championship. I've been to the finish line many times, just a few steps away from holding that championship in my hands but somehow every time it's just not quite enough.
He sighs heavily.
Eddie: But that's not going to break me. I'm just going to try again and again and again and again and again until I get it right. I know I'm good enough to hold that championship. The fans know I'm good enough to hold that championship. Even Helluva Bottom Carter himself knows I'm good enough to hold that championship. It's not a matter of if I can win that championship, it's a matter of when.
He pauses shortly.
Eddie: So the road begins again tonight with Justin Smith. A man who to his credit, does keep fighting but can never make it past the starting line. I won't throw out any empty promises that I will win the High Stakes tournament, but I can promise to fight with all the heart and determination that I always do and I can promise you that I won't be losing in round one. Will I cross the finish line in the end? I don't know but my journey doesn't end tonight. Tonight my high stakes journey begins when I defeat Justin Smith.
With a confident nod at the camera, he turns and goes back to his shadow boxing as the cameras move slowly away from him and cut to the next scene.
Lunam: Our next match is a High Stakes Tournament match for the first round of this tournament. The two participants in this match are Eddie Lyons and Justin Smith. I see Eddie Lyons with an easy win in this match.
Simone: Dream on Erik. Eddie Lyons is giving up six inches of height against Justin and that is going to be a hard hurdle to overcome. Justin Smith is a big wrestler and he is aggressive so I see the win going to Justin.
Justin: Our next match is a High Stakes Tournament first round match. First to make their way to the ring, he hails from Baltimore, Maryland, and he comes into this match at five feet ten inches and two hundred thirty pounds, please give a great Lancaster, California, welcome for UNBREAKABLE EDDIE LYONS!!!
As CLOUDS by NF begins we see a fog that fills the stage area and we see Eddie Lyons appear in the middle, hoodie up, and arms folded. He stands there looking down at the ring for a few moments. Eddie they shoots a fist into the air, then he pulls his hoodie down, and makes his way down the ramp toward the ring, tagging the hands of a few fans along the way, before climbing the stairs into the ring. Eddie extends his arms to both sides then drops to a knee, and punches the mat, he then moves to his corner to await the arrival of his opponent.
Justin: Next to make his way to the ring, he is from Tarrytown, New York, and he comes into this match at six feet four inches and two hundred fifty pounds, please give a great Lancaster, California, welcome for Justin Smith!!!
The opening riff of MADNESS by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin “Tarrytown Tormenter” Smith comes out to the landing looking smug. He stands there as the crowd gives him mostly 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 lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring walking down towards the apron. boo him. Smith then walks up the ring steps and steps into the ring then he takes a corner opposite of where Eddie Lyons is located.
Lunam: This is going to be an interesting match with Eddie Lyons giving up six inches of height and twenty pounds of weight.
Simone: It is not the size of the wrestler in the match that is the determining factor. It is the size of the fight inside the wrestler that determines the outcome of the match.
Referee Dawn Barnes motions for Eddie Lyons and Justin Smith to join her in the center of the ring. She runs down that she will be strict in her officiating of this match and that she is not afraid to issue a Disqualification if needed. Satisfied that both Eddie and Justin understand how she will officiate this match she tells both of them to return to their corners and come out fighting when the Timekeeper rings the bell to officially start their match. After the two return to their corners Referee Barnes motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Here we go!
Simone: Let the battle begin.
Both wrestlers quickly come out of their corners and they stop in the center of the ring glaring at each other. Justin is mouthing off to Eddie and the look on the face of Eddie shows he is upset at the smack talk coming from Justin. The two get into a lock up and both vie for the advantage. Since they are nearly equal in weight but Eddie is six inches shorter this allows Justin to lean his weight onto Eddie and that gives him an early advantage. As the two continue to try to maneuver the other into a corner or onto the mat we are surprised when Eddie Lyons breaks the lock up then he grabs onto Justin Smith then he quickly drives backwards dragging Justin with him. When the two hit the mat the hold is broken and Smith lands hard on the mat. Eddie is quick to dive on top of Justin and he covers Smith for a pin attempt. Referee Dawn Barnes drops to the mat and she begins the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Before Referee Barnes can drop her hand for the third count Justin shoves Eddie off of him causing Eddie to roll to the side of the ring where he ties himself up in the ropes.
Simone: Okay, Erik, what was that you were saying about Justin Smith having an overwhelming advantage over Eddie Lyons?
Lunam: Eddie Lyons got lucky. One item of luck does not win the match.
Justin Smith gets to his feet and the look on his face tells us he is frustrated that Eddie Lyons managed to get out of the pin attempt. Justin struts over to where Eddie is located but Referee Dawn Barnes tells Smith to remain back since Lyons is tied up in the ropes. Justin is upset at that decision by the Referee but he has to accept her call. Then we watch as Eddie Lyons, while still tied up in the ring ropes, maneuvers his way to the nearest corner where he keeps himself tied up in the ring ropes to prevent Justin Smith from doing anything. This time Referee Dawn Barnes talks to Eddie Lyons and tells him he has to get out of the ropes or she will start a count on him.
Lunam: If Eddie Lyons is so capable and awesome why does he keep himself tied up in the ropes to keep Justin Smith from touching him?
Simone: That is an easy question to answer. As a wrestler you should always have ways to cause your opponent to slow down.
Referee Dawn Barnes informs Eddie Lyons that if he does not come out of the ropes and get back into the action of this match she will begin a count for a Disqualification. This causes Eddie to come out of the corner and when Referee Barnes motions for Eddie and Justin to get back into the action of their match Justin charges at Eddie but Lyons dives under the attempt then he rolls to the side then he gets to his feet while glaring at Smith. We can tell that Justin Smith is not happy that Eddie Lyons slipped away from him but the look in his eyes tells us that Justin is ready to take the hurt to Eddie.
Lunam: It appears that Justin is trying to intimidate Eddie but I do not see him getting far with that tactic.
Simone: We will have to wait and see how this goes.
The two lock up again and both are pressing hard to obtain the advantage over the other. Although Justin Smith has the height advantage both are approximately the same weight so at the present time neither has a decisive advantage over the other. Eddie Lyons makes a quick drop to the mat then he lands a hard sweeping kick to the lower leg of Justin Smith. This kick causes Justin to stumble a bit but he manages to remain on his feet. As Eddie is getting to his feet Justin charges at him and starts landing hard blows to the upper and lower back of Lyons. With the number of hard blows Smith is landing on Lyons it causes Eddie to drop to his knees. Justin, feeling the advantage, grabs Eddie and starts to pull him to his feet but when he has Lyons rising up from the mat it is Eddie who starts landing blows and kicks to the legs, body, and head, of Justin Smith. Initially Justin is able to deflect most of the blows but Eddie finally gets the advantage as the blows take effect and Justin drops to his knees then he kicks Smith to the mat.
Lunam: It appears that Eddie Lyons is about to defeat Justin Smith.
Simone: Keep dreaming if you want to but I still say Justin Smith is going to win this match.
As Justin is shaking off the cobwebs in his head Eddie pulls Justin to his feet and executes his Lyons Road DDT driving Justin to the mat in a Face Plant. Lyons moves over to stand over the downed Smith and he then he rolls Justin onto his back and goes for the cover as Referee Dawn Barnes gets into position to make the count on the pin attempt.
ONE!
Simone: I noticed something Erik.
Lunam: And what might that be Belinda?
Simone: Eddie Lyons only hooked one of the legs of Justin in the attempted pin.
TWO!
As Referee delivers the TWO count and raises her hand to get ready to deliver the THREE count Justin Smith kicks out of the pin attempt to break the hold that Eddie had on him and Lyons rolls off of Smith and Justin rolls to the side.
Lunam: Darn! I was sure Eddie Lyons had the win.
Simone: That is what happens when you over-think something.
Referee Barnes stands up and shows everyone that the pin attempt only resulted in a TWO count. She then motions for Eddie Lyons and Justin Smith to get back into the action of this match. As the two are standing a short distance apart we are wondering what is going to happen next. We do not have long to wait as Justin quickly delivers a Clothesline on Eddie that staggers Lyons back a few steps but he is still on his feet. Then we watch as Justin goes for a Spear but as he is about to slam into Eddie we notice that Lyons was able to deflect the Spear and this causes Smith to become a bit off-balance. The look on the face of Justin Smith lets us know he is frustrated and that he wants to end this match quickly for the win.
Lunam: The match is going to come down to this last exchange.
Simone: Possibly.
Both wrestlers are intently focused on the other and they both cautiously approach each other to avoid making a mistake this late in the match. When they get closer to each other Eddie Lyons lashes out with his MANE KICK running knee to the knees of Justin Smith. This hit causes Smith to drop to the mat and due to the kick he just received from Lyons he is not yet able to put pressure on his knees. Taking the advantage of the situation Eddie Lyons motions to the crowd that he is going to end this match now. Eddie walks over to Justin and he locks in the PRIDE LOCK DRAGON SLEEPER and he has it locked in hard. Referee Barnes steps in to ask Justin if he wants to submit and he refuses to submit. This caused Eddie Lyons to cinch up on the Dragon Sleeper and this time when Referee Barnes askes Justin Smith if he wants to submit he says YES as he knows he will not be able to get out of the hold. With that submission in place Referee Barnes calls for the bell to end this match.
DING DING DING!
Referee Barnes tells Eddie Lyons to release the hold and he does. She then tells Lyons to stand off to the side while she and the ring personnel check on the status of Justin Smith. After checking Smith, and seeing that he will be okay, Referee Barnes walks over to where Eddie Lyons is standing and they wait for Justin Decent to receive the official decision on this match from Referee Dawn Barnes. Once he has the official decision on the match he delivers the results.
Justin: The official decision in this match from Referee Dawn Barnes is that the winner of this match, by submission, and he moves on in the HIGH STAKES TOURNAMENT, is “UNBREAKABLE” EDDIE LYONS!!!
Simone: Oh well.
Lunam: I am glad Eddie Lyons won this match.
Eddie Lyons raises his hands and waves to the crowd to show his appreciation for the fans supporting him. After he covers all areas of the crowd Eddie exits the ring and heads up the ramp then he disappears into the backstage area. Back at the ring Justin Smith slides out of the ring then he heads up the ramp to return to the backstage area.
Backstage the camera finds Miss Rocky Mountains standing next to Victoria Lyons and her new companion Darian Price.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: With me at this time, is the Queen of SCW Victoria Lyons, along with who I'm told is to be referred to as The Queen's Consort, Darian Price. Tonight she faces Kayla Richards in the first round of the high stakes tournament, A match that could have easily headlined the finals. How are you feeling going into this Victoria?
Victoria: My mindset is the same as it was when I dominated the roulette division. I'm coming focused and precise. We all know the impressive reputation that Kayla Richards has but we also know the reputation that I have. This match between us might be the most important match of the entire tournament, because right from the start, someone who could easily win the whole thing is going to be eliminated.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Some might say Kayla is the favorite here, she is, someone who you have never personally beaten.
Darian: Careful with your words Rocky…
Victoria waves a hand at Darian.
Victoria: It's okay Dare Bear, she's just doing her job. I know what the history books say Eddie won the tag titles. I lost them and then I lost another match to Kayla when we went one-on-one. That's fine, it happened. I can't rewrite history but I can't shape new history and I can shape it tonight by eliminating Kayla Richards from the High Stakes tournament and putting all eyes on me.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well it's someone like Kayla Richards that's not going to be easy.
Victoria: Did I say it would be easy? I'm expecting a fight. I know exactly who Kayla Richards is and I know what she's capable of. She's someone who needs to be a champion and she's going to stop at nothing to get there but she forgets that I held a championship for over a year and I'm having that same itch I need to be a champion too, and I'm not going to let anybody including Kayla Richards standing my way. This is the match that's going to set the tone for the entire tournament Rocky, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure I'm the one with my hand raised tonight.
She grins and extends her hand out to Darian who slips on the spiked glove she presented last week known as the lion's paw.
Victoria: Whatever it takes.
She clenches her glove hand into a fist, holding it to the camera with a smirk before walking off with Darian following close behind.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well the queen is determined to come out with the victory tonight and it's safe to say she and her consort are ready for the High Stakes tournament. We'll have to see how it all plays out later this evening.
The camera fades out and cuts to the next scene.
The scene shows Justin Smith in the locker room area, pacing and mentally preparing himself for his match with “Unbreakable” Eddie Lyons, knowing he will be in the fight of his life. He then sees Logan Hunter across the room, who appears to be staring daggers at Justin. Justin then approaches Logan.
Justin: Do you have a problem? Why are you staring at me with a look like you’re going to kill me? I haven’t done anything to you. I’m trying to get ready for my match and don’t have time for you.
Logan scoffs as he gets in Justin’s face, his girlfriend/valet Brooke is nearby as is her twin sister Marissa but Marissa isn’t paying much attention.
Logan: I’m just wondering how someone as pathetic as you got his tournament match before me?
Brooke scoffs.
Brooke: PUH-LEASE tell me the bosses don’t actually expect a loser like you to win Justin! And where the fuck is Terrytown anyway?!
Marissa: It’s in New York.
Brooke: Oh yeah, THAT narrows it down!
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: You are beneath my contempt Justin! I wouldn’t even spit on you if you were on fire! Now get out of my site!
Justin: If I had to guess, management must have been impressed with my match with Felix “The Cat” Hernandez, forcing him to retire, enough to book my match in the tournament before you. What have you done lately? Jack shit, because you are the one who is worthless around here. Now the only reason I’m leaving is because I have a match with Eddie Lyons, who is a wrestler worth my attention, unlike you.
The scene fades as Justin Smith walks off visibly upset.
Logan: Don’t turn you back on me!
Logan storms after Justn and spins him around before firing a punch, Justin doesn’t back down and fires back and with both women following the two men brawl!
Simone: We need to get someone back there!
Lunam: And fast!
Security is quick to arrive on the scene and separates the two men as the scene fades.
The camera returns to the six-sided ring where Justin Decent stands ready to announce the next match of the evening.
Justin: The following contest is a first round match in the Bombshells High Stakes tournament!
"I will kill your dreams."
The voice of Kayla Richards gives way to the opening guitar riff of Bad Omens "Like a Villian" The lights flash from being on and bright to dark and switching between a dark purple and red. Kayla Richards steps out onto the stage in her gear, a black leather jacket over it, her long hair flowing down as she makes her way to the ring.
Justin: Introducing first! From Norwich, East Anglia, England! She is "the Dreamkiller"! Kayla RICHARDS!
Lunam: Victoria is not happy and rightly so! She’s the former champion and has to fight seven other women to earn what should be rightfully hers?
Simone: I agree that it’s not right but rest assured? She’s going to make any woman in her path regret getting in her way.
She runs and slides up and across the apron on one knee before getting into the ring and putting both her hands in the air, one crossed over the other to make a "K" with her fingers before they turn into a double bird and move down to a fingergun pose pointed at the crowd.
Justin: And her opponent...!
The arena lights dim as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, she has her "pet" Darian on a leash as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Darian! From Charlotte, North Carolina! Victoria! LYONS!
She makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
Simone: One has to wonder if the numbers game will play a factor in the outcome of this match.
Lunam: One has to wonder if Darian would dare try to interfere in a match involving the wife of Finn ‘Bloody’ Whelan!
Referee Jasmine St. John ensures both are ready and she calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The instant the bell clangs, Victoria Lyons and Kayla Richards don’t circle, don’t hesitate! They collide at the center of the ring in a storm of fists!
Lunam: Bloody hell! They are going right for it!
Victoria, the bigger and more powerful woman at 5’8” and 170 pounds, throws wild haymakers, but Kayla, no stranger to a fight in which she takes great pleasure, fires back with rapid-fire forearms to the jaw! The audience roars, not with admiration, but with bloodlust, as both heels have zero hesitation in unloading on each other!
Simone: I knew that this one would not be pretty from the offset but I never dared to dream!
Jasmine tries to call for a separation but she may as well be screaming into a tornado! Both women slam forearms into each other’s cheekbones until Victoria blocks one of Kayla’s shots and returns stiff fire, knocking her back two steps. “The Queen of SCW” then proves she can leave her feet, jumping and blasting Kayla with a step-up enziguri blow to the back of the head and neck! Kayla stumbles, but she doesn’t fall! Victoria pivots around full circle for a spinning back fist but Kayla ducks! The momentum turns Lyons around and “the Dreamkiller” delivers a headbutt right between the eyes, staggering “the Queen” and sending Lyons stumbling back and holding her forehead! Kayla steps up and Victoria fires back with a roundhouse right, her knuckles greeting the hard bone of Kayla’s jaw!
Simone: This match is pure chaos!
Lunam: Who expected anything less with who’s in the ring!?
Victoria grabs Kayla by the hair and arm and Irish whips her into the ropes, ducking down for a back body drop, but Kayla rolls over her back and sprints again. Victoria turns and eats a leaping calf kick, the side of Kayla’s boots slapping her jaw hard enough the fans in the first three rows can hear it like a gunshot! Victoria collapses, clutching her face. Kayla drops to one knee beside her and starts raining short, stiff forearms into her skull, machine-gun style, one right after the other! Jasmine begins to issue her count against Richards…!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!...
Kayla only breaks on four as Victoria slowly rises to her hands and knees. This gives Kayla the opening and she dashes into the ropes and comes off with a snap hurricanrana! Victoria rolls toward the ropes, shaking the cobwebs! Kayla kips up, soaking in the boos like gasoline, smiling and sneering at the crowd before walking back toward her opponent. She drags Victoria up again, but Victoria drives a knee into her gut, then another! Followed by a sharp lifting knee strike to the chin!
Simone: Victoria Lyons attempting to mount a comeback and get back into this thing!
Kayla whiplashes backward, stunned, and Victoria seizes the moment. She hooks her arm and lifts the former World Champion up high, holding her there for a stalling suplex, holding her high and letting the blood rush before spiking her hard into the mat! Victoria rolls through and covers her, hooking the inside leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kayla kicks out!
Victoria snarls and rips Kayla up, dragging her toward the corner. With a running start, she comes charging in like a freight train for a corner elbow smash, crushing Kayla hard with nowhere to go against the turnbuckles! Kayla slumps, eyes glassy, but Victoria isn’t satisfied. She stomps her chest repeatedly, then backs up, points to the rafters, and charges with a running knee strike right to Kayla’s skull! The sound is sickening!
Lunam: These two women are out to slaughter one another in that ring, and all for a shot at the World Championship!
Kayla slumps sideways, and Victoria drags her from out of the corner for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kayla breaks the pin in the most unconventional way - by GOUGING her nails into Victoria’s eyes! Lyons falls back off of her, both hands clutching her eyes!
Jasmine reprimands, but Kayla doesn’t care! She forces her way to her feet, bringing Lyons up along with her. Kayla sends Victoria careening into the near corner hard enough that Victoria stumbles out and Kayla comes off the ropes with a running bulldog, smashing Victoria’s already hurting face into the mat! When Victoria lifts her head, a thin trickle of crimson streams from the bridge of her nose.
Lunam: Belinda, look! Victoria Lyons has been busted open! She’s bleeding!
Simone: Indeed she is! Her nose could be broken thanks to that maneuver from Kayla Richards!
The crowd erupts. Blood this early means things are only going to escalate! Kayla grins at the sight of Victoria’s blood and immediately drags her to her feet by the hair, tossing her through the ropes to the floor below!
Lunam: Oh HERE we go!
Kayla follows, sliding under the ropes with snake-like speed. On the floor, Victoria tries to regain her bearings, but Kayla barrels in with a running corner dropkick, except this time, the corner is the barricade! Victoria’s back slams against the steel rail, and she collapses into a kneeling position, dazed and hurt!
Lunam: Look at Darian! He is legit worried for Victoria!
Simone: And he has every right to be! Kayla Richards is out for blood!
Kayla doesn’t stop! She grabs Victoria by the wrist and hair and whips her hard into the ring steps! Victoria collides with the steel steps shoulder-first, flipping over them like a ragdoll! The crowd gasps as she lies sprawled, clutching her arm! Darian hurries over to help her but Jasmine leans through the ropes and orders him back to Victoria’s corner and or barred from ringside! Kayla stalks over, dragging her up again, and this time smashes Victoria’s forehead into the broadcast table once, twice, three times! On the third, Victoria’s head splits open, and blood starts flowing freely down her face!
Meanwhile, referee Jasmine is counting against both women!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: More blood!
Lunam: How the hell is Victoria going to come back from this!?
FOUR!
FIVE!
The announcers scramble to protect their notes, the desk rattling under the abuse! But Victoria isn’t done! She elbows Kayla in the face, knocking her back and away! Victoria turns around and she scoops Richards up and delivers a spinebuster into the broadcast table!
Lunam: Oy! Watch it!
Simone: Leave us out of this!
The table does not shatter but the damage is done to Kayla as Victoria sinks to one knee, fighting to regain her bearings! Victoria forces her way up and grabs Kayla by the arm and throws her into the steel ring post! Kayla collides with the steel and sinks to her knees, not moving!
SIX!
SEVEN!
And now it’s Kayla’s turn to bleed! Her forehead has been busted open!
Lunam: Oh they’re never going to let us back here at this rate!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Victoria rolls Kayla into the ring to stop the referee’s count, then climbs up onto the apron. She waits, blood soaking her face, and when Kayla stumbles up, Victoria springs off with a springboard dropkick, sending Kayla tumbling back head over heels! Victoria covers her!
ONE!
TWO!
Kayla kicks out!
Frustrated, Victoria stomps Kayla’s chest, then drags her up to her feet. Lyons Irish whips Kayla into the ropes and on the rebound, catches her with a belly-to-belly suplex, covering her again straight away!
ONE!
TWO!
Kayla gets her shoulder up!
Victoria roars in anger, screaming at the referee to count faster!
Victoria drags her roughly back to a vertical base and sends her crashing into the far corner! Victoria then gets a running start ahead for a shoulder block but Kayla cuts her off at the last moment with a roundhouse kick that flattens Lyons! Kayla slowly sinks down into the corner and both women are sucking in oxygen, fighting to remain in this! Jasmine checks on both women and she begins to issue a count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria rolls over onto her stomach and grabs at the ropes, using them to drag herself back to her feet!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
And Kayla manages to use the corner to pull herself back up!
Both women are bloodied, staggering, but neither will yield! Kayla drags Victoria up into a front facelock and attempts another running bulldog but Victoria counters, putting on the brakes and bringing her over with a belly to back suplex - dumping Richards right on the back of her head! Victoria sends her face and sternum first into the corner and comes racing in but Kayla leapfrogs back and over her, landing behind Lyons! Kayla then grabs her around the head and neck and runs up the turnbuckles and flips up and over, nailing her favorite Sliced Bread #2!
Simone: This one is over! It has to be!
The crowd erupts, thinking it’s over. Kayla hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Victoria gets her shoulder up!
Lunam: No! Not yet!
Kayla is apoplectic! She slams her hands against the mat, screaming at the referee that it was three! The fans are divided - half booing her tantrum, half gasping at the resilience! While Kayla berates the ref, Darian slides something into the ring out of Jasmine’s watch and then slithers up onto the apron, shouting, waving his arms, drawing the official’s attention away!
Lunam: What was that!? What did he just toss into the ring??
Simone: Get him DOWN from there!
Victoria has it! The infamous Lyons Paw! Victoria, blood pouring from her head, crawls toward it like a predator sniffing prey! Kayla, still screaming at the official, doesn’t notice until it’s too late. Victoria slips the Lyons Paw onto her right hand, staggers to her feet, and when Kayla turns… POW! The punch lands flush on Kayla’s skull! Kayla goes DOWN!
Lunam: NO!
Simone: Damn it!
The crowd gasps in horror and outrage, boos raining down like thunder! Victoria collapses on top of her, shoving her bloody forearm across Kayla’s chest for the cover and sliding the Lyons paw out of the ring! Dartian drops down to the floor and Jasmine turns and sees the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! Advancing to the High Stakes Semi-Finals! Victoria LYONS!!!
Simone: Victoria Lyons has STOLEN her way to the next round!
Lunam: And all thanks to that sod off runt, Darian!
Victoria Lyons, drenched in her own blood and Kayla’s, rolls off, smirking through crimson teeth. Kayla lies unconscious, doctors rushing to check her condition! Victoria staggers to her feet, arms raised in triumph, her face a mask of blood and malice! She’s cheated, she’s stolen, she’s survived and she’s moving on to the next round!
We cut to the backstage area where we see “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe watching footage from her Triple Threat Match against Lilith Locke and Candy from the previous week, namely the finish where she picked up the win with the Wolfe Hunt Double Underhook DDT on Lilith.
Cassie: One week I’m beating a one hit wonder and someone who hasn’t been relevant in a few years…………………..
Cassie lets out a deep breath as the Aussie turns to the camera.
Cassie: The next I’m challenging Frankie Holiday in her first defence of the World Bombshell Championship! No pressure, right?
Cassie lets out a nervous laugh as she folds her arms.
Cassie: But pressure makes diamonds as the old saying goes and tonight? Well, I don’t know if I’ll be walking out the new World Bombshell Champ, but I’m sure as hell going to give it my best shot! See you in the ring Frankie!
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
The camera cuts to Pussy Willow standing center frame, microphone in hand, joined by SCW General Manager Evelyn Hall on her left and the World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter on her right, the gold gleaming proudly on his shoulder.
Pussy Willow: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back! I am joined at this time by SCW General Manager Evelyn Hall, and of course, the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter. Evelyn, big news coming out of tonight as the High Stakes tournament begins. Please, tell us what went into this year’s field.
Evelyn Hall: High Stakes is the grandest event for the calendar year and we wanted to ensure that the absolute perfect challengers were decided for the World title contenders. That is why the High Stakes tournaments are so very important. It determines who is truly worthy of standing in line for the biggest prize in our industry. Narrowing it down to the men and women most deserving was one of the most difficult decisions of my tenure as General Manager. Every superstar and every bombshell on this roster gives everything they have week in and week out, and this tournament represents the very best of that.
Pussy Willow: But I understand there was a surprising omission this year. A Hall of Famer and a former champion, Alex Jones, is not in the High Stakes tournament. Evelyn, can you explain why?
Evelyn turns to Carter.
Evelyn Hall: There’s a very specific reason behind that decision and I think the champion standing next to me can explain it best.
Pussy Willow turns to Carter and extends the microphone out toward him.
Pussy Willow: Carter?
HBCarter: Alex Jones beat me.
Carter shrugs.
HBCarter: I'm sorry, there's just no other way to say it. Not even a month after I beat him for the World title, he pinned me in a non-title match. Clean. No excuses. And yet, nothing came of it. No title opportunity, no recognition for what he earned. Now I know he and I don't see eye to eye. We never have. But Alex isn't in the High Stakes tournament because I personally endorsed him to Evelyn. If anyone deserves a shot at this championship, it’s a man who’s proven himself time and time again and proven himself against me.
Carter taps the title plate with emphasis.
HBCarter: Why should Alex have to fight through seven other guys for something he already earned with his own two hands? He’s a Hall of Famer, a former champion, and one of the best to ever step inside an SCW ring. So I asked Evelyn not to stick him in a tournament. Give him the opportunity he’s already due.
Evelyn Hall: And that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Next week, live in Anaheim, California. Our Main Event will see Hall of Famer Alex Jones challenge Helluva Bottom Carter for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd can be heard erupting from the arena in the background.
Pussy Willow: Unbelievable news! Evelyn, Carter, thank you both for your time. Ladies and gentlemen, next week…
Alex Jones: Well isn’t this just dandy….
Everyone turns to look at Alex who steps into frame. Wearing a black leather biker jacket over a T-shirt and jeans with his long hair tight back in a bun Alex can’t help but laugh and shake his head.
Alex Jones: Man, I suppose this is the part where I’m supposed to. Thank you. Write Carter? Thank you for doing the right thing? I’m not going to. Or glad that you have the guts to do what is right and I’m glad I’m getting this title opportunity, but you need to understand something. Everything that I have said I’ve met. When I told the world that you shouldn’t be the champion, I meant it.The champion needs to be someone who can lead the company into the future and that isn’t you. That’s Me. I am championship material and you never will be.
Evelyn steps forward Alex puts his hand up.
Alex Jones: And I know that you are new here so I’m going to cut you some slack. But you just looked at me like you were about to interrupt me. Let me put it this way boss lady, I’m one of the only big stars this company has left. J2H? Gone. The Harris Brothers? Gone. Finn? Gone. Austin? Need to go on? The fact is the biggest stars you currently have in this piece of shit company are myself and Carter. His bitch Miles doesn’t really count and as much as I love Aiden he doesn’t have what it takes either. So any time we are standing here having a chat and you decide to mention me in any way shape or form you just let that little fat go right through your skull.
Alex pauses and…
Alexander Raven: Boy oh boy, isn’t this something?
Alexander Raven slowly begins to walk into frame, tapping a knuckle on his right hand against his forehead. A oversized white muscle shirt, hanging low and loose over a pain of maroon coloured ripped jeans. A flicker of frustration dashing across his features.
Alexander Raven: I think, just maybe, Carter here might just have his Alexs mixed up. Easy to do for someone who can’t see beyond his own nose. See, I think Mr Carter here forgets that in our last encounter… I also beat him. Funny, that. What else I find funny, is Mr Jones here, well. You seem to think that you stepping in the moment all the scary dangerous people are gone, makes you a threat. Now, I’m not saying you’re not a scary dangerous person either. But, see you mentioned some people there, and if memory serves me right. I beat Austin. I beat Finn. Hell, I’ve beaten almost every person you’ve ever associated with, Mr Alex Jones.
Alexander Raven steps up into the face of Alex Jones, staring him in the eyes. He casts a cursory glance towards Carter, and snorts in disgust.
Alexander Raven: Now if I didn’t know any better, I’d say there is a bit of a false narrative being pedalled here. Mr Jones, you’re not the champ. You’re getting a pity hand out, because, honestly? I don’t think Carter here thinks you can get the job done again. I think Ms Hall here, is happy to throw you to the dogs, because you aren’t a danger to this carefully curated little kingdom they’ve got going here. See my big problem here is this. Historically, I’ve beaten our little mewling World Champion. Historically, every fucking time I get to the end of one of these pathetic little tournaments, some stupid son of a bitch has to get involved and fuck it up for me. Historically, this vapid bitch Ms Hall has done nothing to fix the wrongs and the idiocy of this place. Ignorant and blind they allow miscarriages of justice to occur time and time again.
Raven roughly jabs a finger into Alex Jones chest.
Alexander Raven: And you. You’re a maggot who is going to happily take the handouts that he is given, and then you’ll go back to being the snivelling little dog that we all know that you are. Like the rest of your fucking pack mates. Tucked tail and running away.
The moment Raven jabs Alex in the chest, Alex slaps his hand away and without hesitation cracks Raven across the face with an open palm, the sound echoing through the backstage hallway! Raven staggers half a step, his jaw tightening, and Alex smirks with a pointed finger right between Raven’s eyes.
Alex Jones: You think you’re on my level? You couldn’t shine my boots, kid!
Raven snarls and lunges forward with a heavy right hand, flooring Alex against the concrete wall! The crowd in the arena can be heard exploding as the cameras capture every bit of the chaos. Alex clutches his jaw but immediately fires back with fists, and the two begin trading wild, vicious punches!
Evelyn Hall rushes in, shouting…
Evelyn Hall: Enough! Both of you, stop this right now! You’ll handle this in the ring, not back here like animals!
But neither man listens! Raven grabs Alex by the shirt and rams him shoulder-first into a rolling equipment crate. Alex grunts but shoves Raven back, tackling him to the floor! Carter quickly steps in, pulling Evelyn back from the mayhem!
HBCarter: Move! You don’t want to get caught in this!
Security floods the scene, half a dozen guards grabbing at both men. Raven thrashes, throwing elbows, while Alex tries to push through the wall of bodies to get at him again. The two are dragged down opposite ends of the hallway, still straining and shouting at one another, while Carter keeps a protective arm in front of Evelyn, glaring after them with a mix of disgust and tension!
The program cuts back live inside the arena, and the energy is electric. Thousands of fans are on their feet, holding up homemade signs, chanting, and waving their arms as the camera sweeps across the sea of faces. The house lights dim just enough to let the glow of the spotlights shimmer across the ring.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Climax Control! It’s time for the Main Event of the evening!
The fans erupt in cheers, stomping their feet in unison.
Lunam: This is what we’ve been waiting for all night, Belinda. The World Bombshell Championship is about to be defended! Frankie Holliday, the dominant champion, goes one-on-one with Cassie Wolfe, a challenger who’s been building momentum week after week. And tonight, she gets the biggest opportunity of her career!
Simone: Cassie Wolfe is a fan favorite, no doubt about it. She’s a high-flyer with a fearless style, and she has captured the hearts of the SCW faithful. But she’s stepping into the ring with Frankie Holliday, a brutal brawler who has used every trick in the book to reach the top of the division. This one has all the makings of a classic!
Lunam: The atmosphere is off the charts here tonight. You can feel the anticipation, Belinda. Everyone knows what’s at stake. Will Cassie Wolfe shock the world and become champion, or will Frankie Holliday’s reign of dominance continue?
Simone: There’s only one way to find out! Fans, buckle up! It’s time for our Main Event!
The arena lights drop completely, and the ring announcer steps into the spotlight as the crowd noise swells.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! This contest is the Main Event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Bombshell Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger!
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: Being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, from Greenock, South Australia and now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, The Rebel Princess Cassie Wolfe!
When her name is announced Cassie spins around flashing the metal horns sign with her left hand and clapping fans hands with the other, when she reaches the ring Cassie jumps onto the apron before giving her hair a full flip and removing her jacket to give to a stagehand, she then jumps over the top rope and into the ring, rolling to her knees and basking in the moment.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe is coming off a big win just this past week, scoring a victory over former Internet Champion, Lilith Locke, in a Triple Threat match.
Lunam: Can you imagine the frikkin’ HEADLINES if Cassie walked away with the win here tonight??
Simone: With the 2025 Hall of Fame inductee, Joshua Acquin, at her side… She just might pull it off!
Justin: And her opponent!
The opening piano strokes of Skeletons by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn’t acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Justin: From Milwaukee, Wisconsin! She is the reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion! Frankie! Holliday!
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Lunam: The World Bombshell Championship! Can you imagine what Cassie is going through right now?
Simone: She is putting on a brave face but anyone can see that young woman has got butterflies by the millions going through her stomach.
Lunam: And Frankie wants to open her up and show the world!
The World Championship belt is passed over to Drew Patton who first shows it to Cassie, then holds it up high for every single fan to get a look at.
Simone: And that is what it’s all about, the World Bombshell Championship title belt!
Drew passes the belt out to the time keeper and then resumes his position inside of the ring. Drew checks both champion and challenger are ready and he calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, sharp and insistent, and the roar inside the arena rises like a wave. Cassie Wolfe bursts out of her corner, cart wheeling into a high cross body that slams heavily into the World Champion, taking her down into a lightning fast cover!
Lunam: Already!?
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Frankie kicks out!
Simone: Unbelievable! Cassie Wolfe almost scored a record setting upset!
Lunam: There would have been NO living that down if Frankie had lost the championship in ten seconds!
Cassie comes off of the ropes and darts low, sliding into a baseball-feint that sends Frankie bracing for a takedown. Instead, Cassie pops up with a lightning-fast dropkick, the soles of her boots slamming against Frankie’s back from behind! The champion falls face and chest first into the ropes, hanging herself. The crowd erupts, a sea of cheers surging as the challenger springs back to her feet, bouncing like a coiled spring.
Lunam: Cassie is going all out against Frankie right from the start!
Simone: That is Joshua Acquin’s influence! Against a woman like Frankie Holliday, she has to!
Cassie comes racing in again and this time springboards off of the middle rope, flying over Frankie’s back with a sunset flip! Frankie tries to grab madly for the top rope but loses her balance and falls back into the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Frankie kicks out again!
Frankie recovers quickly, and the smirk returns. She barrels forward, her long stride eating the canvas, swinging a big boot designed to take Cassie’s head clean off. Wolfe ducks under and behind and rolls her up in a schoolgirl cradle for the third straight pinfall attempt in this championship contest!
ONE!
TWO!
Frankie kicks out AGAIN!
Both women are back to their feet and Cassie comes off the ropes on the far side of the ring and swings for a clothesline but Frankie ducks at the last moment! Cassie’s momentum spins her around and Frankie stuns the challenger with an uppercut to the jaw!
Lunam: What a shot!
Then Frankie buries a right-handed punch into Cassie’s jaw as a follow up. The sound cracks across the stadium and Cassie crumples, landing hard on her side, dazed and holding her face. The boos cascade instantly, and Frankie raises her fist high, egging the crowd on, feeding on their contempt like fuel.
Simone: The more the SCW Universe boos the champion, the more she seems to feed of of it.
She yanks Cassie up by the hair, dragging her like prey, and whips her across the ring. Cassie hits the corner turnbuckles back-first, hard enough to cause the ring to shake! Frankie charges in, arm ready for a thunderous clothesline…!
But Wolfe leapfrogs straight up, scissoring the champion’s head and she spikes her skull into the canvas with a Poison-Rana! The SCW Universe in California are on their feet as Frankie scrambles up onto her feet, stunned and staggering as if she wasn’t aware of where she was! Cassie then quickly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and she waits! Frankie turns around and Cassie jumps for a direct Hurricanarana - but Frankie catches her and blocks!
Lunam: Uh ohhh!
And Frankie charges straight into the corner, heaving Cassie off into a Buckle Bomb!
Simone: Oh! The whiplash alone!
Cassie staggers out, holding the back of her head and Frankie snatches hold of her and throws her over with a ONE!
TWO!
Cassie gets her shoulder up!
Frankie doesn’t hesitate, hammering forearms into Cassie’s back, each one thudding like an axe chopping wood. She shoves Wolfe against the ropes, then digs her nails cruelly across her eyes, raking and gouging them! Cassie shrieks and Drew warns the champion, but Frankie smirks, ignoring it! She slams Cassie face-first into the turnbuckle, then clubs her with a clothesline to the back of the head. Wolfe stumbles forward on jelly legs, collapsing near the ropes.TazFrankieplex! Frankie immediately covers her and hooks the leg!
Simone: This is where Frankie is at her most dangerous! When she has assumed control of the match.
Lunam: She just LOVES to pick people apart!
The challenger rolls instinctively to the floor, clutching her head, trying to regroup. Frankie follows, dropping out through the ropes and avoiding Drew’s intervention. The official orders the champion back inside but is ignored as Holliday stalks her prey. She grabs Cassie’s wrist, dragging her roughly to her feet. Frankie sends Cassie careening toward the barricade - but at the last moment Cassie jumps up onto the railing and leaps back with a moonsault, wiping Frankie out!
Lunam: And the fans are on their feet!
Simone: They are solidly behind Cassie! They want to see a new champion crowned!
Cassie rises first, her adrenaline boiling, throwing her arms high to fire up the crowd. Cassie rolls Frankie back inside and quickly follows. The crowd swells as Cassie ascends to the top rope, poised like an arrow on the string. She launches into a moonsault … but Frankie rolls aside!
Lunam: Oh she was just WAITING for that!
Cassie lands on her feet, but before she can adjust, Frankie comes roaring in with a lariat that nearly decapitates her challenger! Cassie flips backward from the impact, landing hard on her neck and shoulders! Frankie drops for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Cassie manages to kick out!
Frankie snarls, glaring at the referee, then drags Cassie up by the head. She scoops her, swings her down hard over her knee with a belly-to-back backbreaker, holding her there with sadistic delight. Cassie writhes, back arched unnaturally. Frankie presses her down, digging her palm into Cassie’s chin to increase the pressure before finally shoving her to the mat like discarded trash. She then begins to stomp viciously on Cassie’s exposed upper body, forcing the challenger to yelp and clutch her sternum and head protectively. Frankie drags her up again, locking tight, and snaps into a suplex, floating smoothly into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Wolfe kicks out again, her chest heaving!
Simone: Cassie is not giving up! She does not want to lose!
The frustration is visible on Frankie’s face now. She sits back, glaring at the referee, then hauls Cassie into the middle of the ring. She takes Wolfe by the legs under her arms and flips her over, sitting down deep for a Boston Crab! Cassie screams as her back bends like a bowstring, Frankie settling low, planting herself with maximum leverage!
Lunam: Oh NOW Frankie Holliday is just sending a message!
Simone: I expect all of the High Stakes tournament participants are watching this message!
The crowd surges in unison, stomping their feet, clapping their hands, chanting Wolfe’s name with each rhythmic beat.
Crowd: LET’S GO CASSIE! LET’S GO CASSIE!
Cassie claws at the canvas, face twisted in agony, teeth bared. Inch by inch, she drags herself forward, reaching, scratching, until finally … her fingertips grab the bottom rope!
Simone: She did it! Frankie has to break!
Lunam: Easier said than done!
Drew yells for the break but Frankie shakes her head, leans back harder, wrenching the hold! Drew begins a count against her!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
At the last possible second she lets go, standing tall, arms stretched wide, taunting the crowd. The boos rain harder than ever!
Lunam: I think Frankie enjoys working the fans over as much as she does her opponents.
Cassie curls up on the mat, her back burning, breath shallow. She crawls into the corner, using the ropes for support. Frankie stomps toward her, seizing her by the hair, hammering right hands. She shoves Wolfe into the turnbuckles, battering her with short punches. Frankie steps back, eyes locked on her target, and charges, leaping into a running dropkick meant to crush Cassie’s chest… But at the last second, Wolfe rolls to the side, and Frankie smashes into the corner spine-first, her legs tangling in the ropes and hanging herself upside down! Cassie drags herself up, seizing the moment. The challenger drags Frankie upright, parallel to the mat and brings her crashing down with a Hangman’s neck breaker! Both women collapse flat on their backs, Drew starting his count as the crowd is on its feet, rallying behind Cassie!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!...
By six, both stir. Cassie grips the ropes, shaking the pain from her body, while Frankie drags herself up, dazed. Cassie springs forward first, striking hard and fast with a superkick! The blow knocks the champion into the ropes and Frankie rocochets off and right into an STO from her challenger!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Frankie gets her shoulder up just in time!
Cassie doesn’t hesitate. She hauls Frankie up, whips her across the ring, and catches her on the rebound with a picture-perfect Hurricanrana, flipping the champion head over heels!
Simone: This time she hits it with precision!
Cassie then leaps over the top rope and to the apron. She sizes Frankie up and catapults herself in and lands with an InSane elbow smash! Cassie dives into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kick out on the part of the champion!
Lunam: ANOTHER close one!
Cassie kneels, hands gripping her hair, the disbelief etched across her face. But the crowd fuels her, chanting louder, urging her on! She points to the top rope, and the arena comes alive with a thunderous cheer! Cassie climbs, slow but determined. She steadies herself and launches into a Shooting Star Press … But Frankie brings her knees up into Cassie’s midsection!
Simone: And THAT is why they call it high risk!
Frankie drags Cassie into a small package, grabbing a handful of tights!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Kick out by Cassie Wolfe!
The champion drags her up and lifts her into position for a piledriver. Frankie spikes Cassie straight down! Frankie covers again.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Cassie kicks out AGAIN!
Frankie sits up, SCREECHING in disbelief and frustration!
Lunam: I don’t think Frankie Holliday expected this kind of fight from Cassie!
Frankie can’t believe it! She grabs the referee by the shirt, screaming, face twisted with rage! Drew insists that it was only a two count! Frankie shoves the official aside and grabs Cassie, hurling Wolfe toward the corner. Frankie lifts Cassie up and sets her on the top of the corner and follows up, going for the superplex!
Lunam: It’s a LONG way down!
Simone: Cassie knows it too! She’s fighting it!
Cassie fires elbows, fists, anything she can! Cassie then grabs two handfuls of Frankie’s hair and throws her head straight down into the turnbuckles! Frankie hangs there, stunned as Cassie climbs up. Cassie then readies herself and jumps over her, bringing the champion crashing back down with a sunset bomb! The ring shakes from the impact! Cassie dives onto the back of Frankie’s bended knees for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
Simone: Frankie’s shoulder lifts again!
Lunam: Her survival instinct keeping her reign alive!
Cassie rises, disbelief written across her face, but she steals herself. She circles Frankie, stalking her like prey. The champion struggles to her knees, dazed, and Cassie dashes into the ropes and explodes forward! She leaps, connects flush with her knee right across Frankie’s temple!
Simone: The Greenest Wizard!
The arena detonates with cheers as Cassie collapses into the cover, hooking the leg tight!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE- Drew suddenly points to the ropes! Frankie’s boot is draped across the bottom rope! The count is broken! Cassie buries her face in her hands, knowing how close she came!
Lunam: She had it! Everyone thought she had it!
Cassie pushes through the heartbreak and climbs to the top again! Cassie watches and waits as Frankie slowly drags herself to a vertical base! Frankie looks around, confused - not seeing her challenger! She then turns around and Cassie jumps for a missile dropkick – but Frankie dodges it at the last possible moment and Cassie crashes on her back!
Lunam: No!
Simone: A costly mistake!
Frankie staggers to her feet, eyes wide and wild, seizing the opening! She yanks Cassie up, hooks both wrists tight, and with a roar, drives her knee upward, smashing under Cassie’s jaw!
Simone: The Wisconsin Autopsy!
Cassie crumples instantly! Frankie falls into the pin, hooking both legs tight!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL World Bombshell Champion! Frankie! HOLLIDAY!!!
Frankie Holliday collapses to her back, chest heaving, drenched in sweat. The referee hands her the World Bombshell Championship, and she clutches it like a lifeline, thrusting it high!
Simone: And Frankie Holliday survives her very first defense as the World Champion!
Lunam: BARELY! Cassie took her to the absolute limit! And that is a fact that Holliday CAN’T deny!
Frankie staggers to her feet, sneering as the referee raises her arm, the title gleaming under the lights! Cassie stirs, rolling to her side, groggy, but the crowd gives her a standing ovation at ringside!
Simone: What an absolutely incredible World Bombshell Championship match we just witnessed! Cassie Wolfe gave Frankie Holliday everything she could possibly handle, and for a moment, Erik, I thought we were looking at a brand-new champion tonight!
Lunam: Belinda, I think everybody in this arena thought the same thing. Cassie hit the Greenest Wizard flush, she had the cover, and it looked like a three-count! But Frankie Holliday’s ring awareness saved her. That boot on the bottom rope was the only thing that kept the Bombshell title around her waist!
Simone: You have to give Cassie all the credit in the world. She pushed Frankie to her absolute limits, came within a heartbeat of history, and showed she belongs in the title picture. But Frankie Holliday once again proves why she’s champion, surviving by the skin of her teeth, and finally putting Wolfe away with the Wisconsin Autopsy!
Lunam: But after tonight, Cassie Wolfe’s stock has skyrocketed. You can bet this isn’t the last time we see her challenging for the Bombshell Championship!
Simone: What a night it’s been on the Road to High Stakes XV! And fans, the action isn’t slowing down one bit, because next week we roll into Anaheim, California, for more High Stakes tournament action! We’ll see the final opening round matches in both the men’s and Bombshell brackets! More matches that will shape who advances toward that huge event in November!
Lunam: And if that wasn’t enough, the main event in Anaheim is going to be massive! World Heavyweight Championship on the line as Helluva Bottom Carter defends against former champion Alex Jones! That’s going to be explosive!
Simone: We want to thank all of you for joining us here tonight. For Erik Lunam, I’m Belinda Simone—goodnight everybody, and we’ll see you next week in Anaheim!
The program closes out, the last shot being that of Frankie inside of the ring, holding her World title belt up high to the jeering fans as the screen fades out to credits.
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