The broadcast opens on a sweeping aerial shot of the glittering Anaheim skyline at night. The glowing spire of the Convention Center standing out against the sea of lights. Pyrotechnics explode over the arena roof as the scene cuts inside to a roaring sea of fans waving SCW signs, banners, and flags. The atmosphere is electric!
The camera pans across the sold-out crowd to show kids in replica shirts, couples with foam titles, and superfans with signs! The energy swells as the camera sweeps down toward the ramp, taking in the gleam of the six-sided ring illuminated by the blue-and-gold spotlights. In the center stands Justin Decent, microphone in hand.
Justin looks sharp and a little bit sinful. His outfit consists of a deep plum silk shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing a glimpse of his sculpted chest and a small silver pendant resting against his tan skin. The shirt is tucked into tailored black slacks that hug his muscular frame perfectly, the look completed with polished black boots and just enough attitude in his stance to make the audience swoon.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and all you beautiful sinners in between! Welcome to Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control!
The crowd erupts! Justin takes a moment, soaking in the energy before continuing.
Justin: We are LIVE here in Anaheim, California! The home of sunshine, surfboards, and soon… Bombshells and Superstars colliding on the Road to High Stakes XV!
Crowd: HIGH STAKES! HIGH STAKES! HIGH STAKES!
Justin: And now, Anaheim, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you the woman who needs no introduction! She’s the Hostess with the Mostess! The charm with the harm…! Please welcome… Amanda Hugginkiss!
The lights dim and the crowd pops big as Amanda Hugginkiss struts out onto the stage, wrapped in a shimmering gold cocktail dress that catches every flash of the overhead lights. Amanda stops at the edge of the stage, hand on hip, and gives a teasing little wave to the fans who are chanting her name.
Amanda: Well, well, well! Look at all of you! My, it’s so wonderful to see me again, isn’t it?
The audience laughs and cheers, and Amanda grins wider.
Amanda: Did you miss me?
The crowd cheers!
Amanda: Oh, stop it, you’re making me blush! And my goodness, darlings, you all look…
She glances dramatically over the crowd, squints, then…
Amanda: Absolutely tragic!
Laughter ripples through the arena. Amanda cups her ear and plays off the crowd’s reactions with exaggerated mock shock.
Amanda: Oh, don’t get testy! I tease because I love you! Well, most of you, anyway.
She locks eyes with a fan in the front row holding a Marry Me Amanda! sign and tilts her head flirtatiously.
Amanda: Oh sweetheart, that’s adorable. But trust me, you couldn’t afford me. Still, I admire your optimism! It’s almost as shiny as that bald spot you’re pretending isn’t there.
The crowd bursts into laughter and applause as the fan laughs and covers his head. Amanda blows him a playful kiss.
Amanda: Don’t worry, sugar. I like a man who’s… aerodynamic.
The audience howls as Amanda smirks, striking a pose under the spotlight. The music then begins as does the traditional opening performance.
Amanda: Ladies, gents, and non-binaries in body slams everywhere!
It’s your gurl Miss Amanda, queen of the ropes and the rhinestones!
Now put your hands together and your wigs in lockdown
‘Cause mama’s entering the squared circle!
I strut down that ramp in my ten-inch heels,
Lashes long enough to block a steel chair’s feels.
Got sequins on my singlet, contour on my chin,
I sparkle brighter than a pay-per-view win!
The crowd goes wild, they scream my name,
I pin the drama, I own this game.
But when the match is done and the spotlight fades,
There’s always one rat waitin’ by the barricade!
Rhinestones and ring rats, honey, that’s the life!
They’ll chase your tights and call you wife.
They don’t care if you’re face or heel,
They just want that post-match feel!
Rhinestones and ring rats, they love the fame,
They’ll climb those ropes just to learn your name.
From backstage halls to cheap motel mats
It’s rhinestones… and ring rats!
I body-slammed my ex in stilettos once,
Now he’s jobbin’ out in the semi-months.
Don’t need no title, I’m already queen,
My finishing move? A gossip magazine!
Ref tried to count me out, I said Baby, please!
Can’t DQ fabulous this with ease!
I lip-synced through a powerbomb, still looked divine,
‘Cause this queen never taps, she sparkles in time!
Rhinestones and ring rats, that’s the tea!
They’re beggin’ for autographs or maybe me!
They love a suplex and a little sass,
I dropkick hearts and shake my … glass!
Rhinestones and ring rats, it’s a glitter brawl,
We main event with contour and brawl!
From Vegas lights to Anaheim flats
It’s rhinestones and ring rats!
Now listen, sugar…
If you think you can handle a queen who pile-drives and high-drags,
You better know your moves.
‘Cause mama’s got the mic…
And I ALWAYS cut a promo.
I tag with style, I bump with grace,
Lip gloss perfect, not a hair out of place.
If you want a selfie, get in line,
But baby, wash your hands, I ain’t signing slime!
Rhinestones and ring rats, I rule the scene!
Glitterbomb body slams, real and mean!
They call me Diva, Drag, or That’s Too Much!
But I’m the champ with the Midas touch!
Rhinestones and ring rats, oh honey please,
I make ‘em tap with a wink and tease!
From main event lights to locker-room chats
It’s rhinestones… and ring rats!
Now ring that bell, boys
Mama just pinned the patriarchy.
Mic drop. Walk off in slow motion as glitter cannons explode.
The crowd is still roaring with laughter and cheers as Amanda Hugginkiss finishes her song. The final notes of Rhinestones and Ring Rats echo through the Anaheim Convention Center, and Amanda strikes one last dazzling pose under the pink-and-gold lights.
Amanda: Thank you, Anaheim! You’ve been fabulous! Almost as fabulous as me!
She blows a flurry of kisses to the fans, twirling with exaggerated grace before dropping into a curtsy that earns her another round of applause. A shower of glitter cannons burst above the stage as she waves, then turns and saunters off behind the curtains.
The crowd chants her name as the camera smoothly pans down from the stage and transitions to the ringside area. The familiar hum of the audience fills the background as the shot settles on the broadcast table, where Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam sit, both beaming and ready for the action ahead.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, what an opening! Only in Sin City Wrestling could you get glamour, attitude, and power all before the first bell!
Lunam: You said it, Belinda. Amanda Hugginkiss proving once again why she’s the Hostess with the Mostess! What a way to kick off the night here at the Anaheim Convention Center!
Simone: Absolutely, Erik. And we’ve got a packed night ahead as the Road to High Stakes XV continues! Rivalries are heating up, opportunities are on the line, and tonight could change everything for some of SCW’s brightest stars!
Lunam: You’re not kidding, Belinda! We’re kicking things off with a collision between two men who’ve made triumphant returns to Sin City Wrestling and tonight, they go head-to-head for bragging rights! The ‘Pretty Party Boy’ Ryan Keys takes on the beast himself, Brandon ‘F’n’ Hendrix! Two comeback stories collide, and only one can keep that momentum alive!
Simone: And speaking of high stakes, the Bombshells are getting things started in the High Stakes Tournament tonight! The first women’s tournament match will see the perky, unpredictable Candy step into the ring with the hardcore Bombshell, Alexandra Calaway! And don’t forget! There’s a bounty on Alexandra’s head placed by Vincent Lyons Jr. Will Candy be the one to collect? We’ll find out!
Lunam: Then we shift gears to the Superstars side of the High Stakes Tournament! It’s brute force versus psychological warfare when ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart squares off with Alexander Raven! Raven’s been making waves, inserting himself right into the world title picture involving Helluva Bottom Carter and Alex Jones, and now he’s looking to claw his way one step closer to another title shot!
Simone: Next, it’s the final opening round match in the Bombshells’ tournament and what a clash it’s going to be! Hall of Famer Crystal Caldwell faces another former champion in Harper Mason! Both women know what it takes to win gold in SCW, but tonight only one of them moves forward on the road to High Stakes!
Lunam: And then, the tension hits its boiling point. Two bitter rivals collide one more time for the final slot in the men’s High Stakes tournament. LJ Kasey faces Logan Hunter! And folks, these two have spilled each other’s blood before! They’ve caused injuries, chaos, and heartbreak! And tonight, it all comes to a head!
Simone: But that’s not all! We’ve got a Clash of the Champions scheduled tonight! The reigning Internet Champion, Miles Kasey, goes toe-to-toe with the maniacal Roulette Champion, Vincent Lyons Jr.! Vincent already defeated Miles’s brother, LJ, and even placed that bounty on Alexandra Calaway! So make no mistake, this one’s personal!
Lunam: And if all that isn’t enough for one night, Belinda, the Main Event is what fans around the world have been begging for! The World Heavyweight Championship is on the line when the reigning champ, Helluva Bottom Carter, defends against the former titleholder, Alex Jones!
The crowd pops loudly at the announcement!
Lunam: Carter beat Alex for the championship back at Into the Void, but Alex got his payback in a non-title match not long after! Tonight, we find out if Carter truly belongs at the top of the ladder or if Alex Jones takes back what he believes is rightfully his!
Simone: All this and so much more tonight on SCW Climax Control! Don’t go anywhere, Anaheim! The action starts right now!
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see two of the newest additions to the male roster Brandon Hendrix and Ryan Keys waiting to learn what match type they’ll be competing in.
Simone: It’s almost time for our opening contest and we’re kicking things off in style! Keys vs. Hendrix is a Roulette Rules Match!
Lunam: That wheel could stop on anything and they’ll be a good chance of mayhem to come with it!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gentlemen?
The two men nod and Rocky spins the wheel, it goes around for a minute before stopping on……..
Lunam: Oh dear god, no!
Simone: Sweet Jesus, the night LITERALLY just started!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: FANS BRING THE WEAPONS!
The two men walk off as the scene fades.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and we are kicking off the evening in style with a Roulette Rules Match between Ryan Keys and Brandon Hendrix, unfortunately? The wheel landed on Fans Bring The Weapons!
Lunam: I am literally in the path of where the weapons will be thrown! Have you seen some of the stuff they’ve got in their hands! Seriously. WHO BRINGS THUMBTACKS TO A WRESTLING EVENT?!
Simone: Excellent question let’s take it to Justin who has wisely chosen to commentate from the top of the ramp!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FOLLOWING ROULETTE RULES CONTEST IS YOUR OPENING MATCH OF THE EVENING! AND THANKS TO A SPIN OF THE WHEEL…………..
Justin sighs, bracing himself.
Simone: Erock? Get ready to duck!
Lunam: Way ahead of you Belinda!
Justin: IT’S FANS BRING THE WEAPONS!
Dawn Barnes BARELY ducks out of the ring in time as a literal tidal wave of weapons floods the ring and surrounding area.
Lunam: Is it safe?
Erik barely dodges a thrown weapon.
Simone: Now it is!
The arena goes dark, then bursts alive with flashing neon strobes. As “I’m Made of Wax, Larry…” hits, Ryan Keys explodes onto the stage with infectious energy. He spreads his arms wide, sunglasses glinting, before jogging side-to-side to pump the crowd. Ryan points to the fans, slaps hands down the ramp, and slides dramatically into the ring. He leaps onto the turnbuckle, tossing his shades into the crowd before striking a playful pose. With a grin and a wink, Ryan hops down, bouncing on his feet, ready to turn the match into his dance floor.
Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 225ibs he is “The Life of the Party” RYAN KEYS!
Simone: Ryan Keys was successful in his return match against Anthrax two weeks ago and now he faces his first Roulette Rules Match in nearly a decade!
Lunam: He is a former Roulette Champion so he’s got that going for him.
Justin: And his opponent!
Lightning strikes the stage and the smoke disappears as Brandon Hendrix stands in the middle of the stage, “Anger’s Remorse”, He stares out to the cheering crowd, pointing to them before looking back at the stage, then tosses his arms up, creating a white flame that shoots up from the stage.
Justin: AND THEIR OPPONENT! FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE!
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN…..
FUCKING……
HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXX!!!!!!
“You can relight my fire Brandon starts walking down the ramp, a single light shining down on Hendrix. The fans have all turned their flashlights on their phones and hold their phones up. The entire arena is lit with lights and the fans wave their phones along to the song. Brandon continues his walk down the long ramp of where SCW is being taken place, thousand fans becoming Brandon's light in this battle with his opponents being who they are. Brandon looks around, giving a slight nod to those who back him before he walks up the steel steps, wiping his feet before entering the ring. Brandon stares at his opponent and acknowledges the war that is coming. He takes his jacket off and hands it to crew outside the ring. Brandon stands in his corner and tells his opponents to bring it.
When our shame becomes the pale horse
The story's harbouring a liar
But you're the seer, you can break the curse
For in the twilight of my years
I am nothing but anger's remorse”
Simone: Brandon wasn’t in SCW long the last time he was here but he’s back and after beating Bill Barnhart in his return? Looks to make a statement!
Dawn goes over the (lack of) rules in the match and once it’s confirmed that they understand she calls for the bell.
Simone: And the opener is underway!
Lunam: This will be good!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Brandon takes a swing at Ryan but the smaller of the two men ducks under it and responds with a dropkick, staggering the big man, Ryan then picks up one of the thrown weapons, a steel chair, and goes for a swing but Brandom ducks under that and counters with a Back Suplex onto the chair, Brandon goes for the first pin of the night as Dawn gets into position to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Brandon shakes his head before leaving the ring where he starts to set up a table.
Lunam: Tables? TABLES?! Where did the fans find those?!
Simone: I saw a ladder being thrown and I’m too scared to ask!
Brandom finishes setting up the table and turns his attention back towards the ring only to get with a Dropkick through the ropes by Ryan, knocking the bigger man against the barricade before he follows that up with a Springboard Crossbody! Ryan poses for the crowd before he rolls Brandon back into the ring ad goes for his first pin of the night as Dawn gets into position to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
And Brandon breaks it up in a unique way, by conking Ryan on the head with a Kendo Stick!
Simone: That’s one way to kick out!
Lunam: And get a concussion!
Ryan rolls away from Bandon and Brandon spots a bag of thumbtacks which he proceeds to empty in the middle of the ring! Brandon then picks up the kendo stick again and hits Ryan in the stomach with it before going to Powerbomb Ryan onto the tacks but there is however, one problem with the plan: Ryan doesn’t want to be powerbombed onto the tracks and in turn backdrops Hendrix onto the tacks!
Lunam: And my back is hurting just from looking at that!
Simone: Join the club!
Brandom sits up in obvious pain but Ryan forces hm back down with a kendo stick shot to the face before he goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Brandon kicks out! Ryan shakes his head before heading to the top rope but Brandon is right there with him, stunning the smaller opponent with a couple of shots before climbing up on the outside AND BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXING RYAN THROUGH THE TTABLE HE SET UP EARLIER! Brandon had to falls with Ryan to make sure went through the table and manages to avoid hitting the ring apron on the way down!
Lunam: THIS IS THE OPENING MATCH! WHAT THE HELL?!
Simone: I feel sorry for Alexandra Callaway and Candy, their tournament match is the next one after this!
Dawn leaves the ring to check on both men but they confirm that they are relatively over before Brandon gets back to his feet and picks up Ryan, Brandon then rolls him back in and goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
AND RYAN KICKS OUT! But Brandon isn’t deterred as he calls for his finisher!
Simone: Brandon just called for the Mafia, his version of the Death Rider!
Lunam: Can he hit it?
Brandon picks up Ryan and goes for the move but Ryan counters it with a Ripcord Knee Strike!
Simone: And there’s Ryan with the Shut It Down!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Branndon, he’s done!
Ryan goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, RYAN KEYS!
Simone: Ryan has picked up his second win since returning!
Lunam: And what a way to do it!
Ryan celebrates his win while Dawn checks on Brandon.
A camera comes up on Alexandra who is sitting backstage before her match. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the camera. She’s wearing her gear, clearly ready for her match.
Alexandra: So it’s come to my attention that Vincent has put out a bounty on me. Something he’s going to find out was a huge waste of his time. I hope he enjoyed the black eye he received from Alexander Lyons, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to whoever chooses to take that offer.
She paused and then spoke again.
Alexandra: I’ve heard whispers that Brooke plans on taking her shot. I hope she remembers what happened last time she crossed me. Brooke, you and I beat the ever loving shit out of each other for weeks, culminating in a match between you and Logan versus myself and LJ. If you want to try and answer the call of Vincent Lyons I’ll gladly accept that. But under one stipulation, everyone is banned from ringside on BOTH of our sides. It’ll be just you and me.. In a steel cage, weapons are permitted.
Biting her lip she begins to speak.
Alexandra: But I have to ask what happens when Lyons comes for Logan again huh? You’d do the exact same thing I did, that’s the sad part of this. You want to judge me for something YOU, yourself have done. Not smart if you ask me. Honestly though, I have more important things to deal with, if you choose to be the one to attempt to screw me when it comes to this tournament, the HELL I will rain down on you will be nothing compared to what I’ve done to you in the past.
LJ walks into frame and wraps an arm around Alexandra’s shoulders and she smiles for a moment.
Alexandra: When it comes down to it, I don’t give a shit who it is that answers his call, you won't get the bounty. What any of you will find is pain, anguish and the realization that what I am saying is fact. See you all in just a little bit, when I face Candy.
The scene fades out on LJ and Alexandra sharing a kiss.
LIVE! 11/09/2025!
From Tucson, Arizona at the TCC Arena!
It’s…!
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and after the chaos of our opening match we are back to relative normalcy as our first High Stakes Tournament Match of the evening as Alexandra Callaway takes on fellow PWS: Apex alumni Candy!
Lunam: Both women have been around for a long while but have yet to crack the grass ceiling. Maybe this will turn things around for the winner?
Simone: One way to find out! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is a High Stakes Tournament Match, scheduled for one fall!
The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made a cocky smirk crosses her face.
Justin: Introducing first, from DALLAS, TX.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair as she waits for her opponent.
Simone: Callaway has held gold in the Roulette Division but can she breakthrough in this tournament?
Lunam: Not if Candy can help it!
The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the Tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy. She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more.
Justin: Her opponent, from Malibu Beach, California, CANDY!
Simone: Candy is in the same position as Callaway but she’s been in a rut as of late!
Lunam: She lost her last two matches but this match can turn it around.
Holly goes over the rules with both women before she calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our second match of the night is on!
Lunam: This should be good!
Once the bell rings Alexandra and Candy circle each other for a few minutes before they lock up in the middle of the ring, both women are the same height and weight so neither of them have a clear advantage in the early going but Candy quickly changes that with a pair of arm drags and an arm bar! Holly gets into position but Alexandra is already getting back to her feet by that point and grabs onto Candy’s long, dark brown wavy hair to force her to the ring ropes where the Texan breaks Candy’s hold with a couple of knee lifts to her midsection and sends her across the ring, however Candy ducks the clothesline attempt and scores with a standing dropkick when Alexandra turns around.
Simone: Alexandra was in control early on but that Dropkick changed things!
Lunam: Candy is the more agile of the two so that’s not surprising!
Candy goes for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra kicks out at two! Candy shakes her head before she picks up Callaway and tries for a Suplex only for that to be countered and turned into a Brainbuster by Callaway! Alexandra floats over for her first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: And a strong kick out from Candy at two!
Lunam: Neither woman is staying down for long, both Alexandra and Candy want that spot in round two!
Alexandra doesn’t let this affect her gameplan though as she switches gears, locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Candy! Holly quickly gets into position but Candy isn’t about to give up the fight just yet as she starts crawling over to the ring ropes hoping to score the rope break and force Alexandra to let go of the hold! Alexandra realizes what Candy is doing and tries to stop it by cranking up the pressure on the Boston Crab but it’s not enough as Candy reaches the ring ropes and Holly forces Alexandra to let go.
Simone: Alexandra had that submission locked in tight but Candy managed to get to the ring ropes!
Lunam: But how much damage did that cause?
Alexandra drags Candy back to the centre of the ring but when Alexandra goes to pick up Candy the Malibu Beach native catches her with a Small Package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexander kicks out before bailing from the ring to try to slow down Candy’s momentum before it can get going again, back in the ring Candy is still feeling the effects of Alexandra’s submission hold but after a few seconds she’s able to shake off right as Alexandra is getting on the apron, Candy proceeds to baseball slide one of Alexandra’s legs from under her causing Alexandra to faceplant against the ring apron! Alexandra stumbles back and checks to see if her nose is broken, while it isn’t? That doesn’t stop Candy from hitting her with a Suicide Dive!
Simone: Candy’s quick thinking may have turned the tide there!
Lunam: She’s probably got Vincent’s bounty on Alexandra at the back of her mind!
Candy picks up Alexandra and rolls her back into the ring, Candy is limping a bit from the damage to her leg but she’s still able to slide into the ring and go for a pin on Alexandra!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra gets the shoulder up! Candy shakes her head before heading up to the top rope but the damage to her leg slows her down on the ascent and this allows Alexandra to meet Candy on the top rope and score with a headbutt before she sends Alexandra flying across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex! However the move took a lot out of Alexandra and both women are down for the moment.
Simone: Whoever gets up first will have a huge advantage!
Lunam: My money is on Alexandra, Candy took a rough landing there!
Holly’s count reaches seven before Alexandra starts to stir and crawls her way over to the barely moving Candy, Alexandra manages to drape an arm across Candy’s chest and Holly drops down for the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
And Candy’s kicks out! The failed pin attempt jolts Alexandra awake and the Texan quickly goes for another pin, this time hooking the leg to be certain!
ONE!
TWO!
And Candy still kicks out! Alexandra lets her frustration get to her and argues with Holly over the count on both pins but the ref is adamant that the pin was fair but before Alexandra can say anything else though? Candy scores with a School girl roll up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra kicks out!
Simone: Those two women have exchanged pinfalls at a rapid pace!
Lunam: And this is just the second match of the night!
Both women get back to their feet but Candy scores with the Death By Chocolate (Mick Kick), stunning Alexandra and Candy takes the opportunity to head to the top rope and try for the Gumdrop (Eclipse)!
Simone: Candy’s looking to seal the deal with the Gumdrop op Alexandra!
Lunam: Can she hit it!
Candy goes for the move on Alexandra but Alexandra blocks it, turns Candy around and hits the Reverse Gory Special Piledriver!
Simone: Kudome Valentine! Alexandra hits it!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Candy, she’s done!
Alexandra goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Alexandra Callaway!
Simone: And the second round of the Bombshell Tournament just got more stacked with Alexandra Callaway joining Bella Madison and Victoria Lyons!
Lunam: It’s practically a PWS: Apex reunion in round two, we’ll see if Crystal Caldwell makes it official when she faces Harper Mason later on tonight in the final opening round match!
Alexandra celebrates her win while Holly checks on Candy.
The broadcast studio switches to one of the backstage camera persons. The camera person is keeping watch to see which wrestler or wrestlers they can get a shot of for the fans. The camera person does not have long to wait as they see Bill and Bea Barnhart exit their assigned dressing room and step into the hallway. Bea makes sure that Iris is secure in their dressing room and she makes sure to securely lock the dressing room door so that there is no chance of Iris getting loose and doing something stupid. When Bill and Bea turn around they see the camera person is focused on them. The camera person informs Bill and Bea that he would like to keep focused on both of them until they get to the staging area to be ready to make their entrance for the match Bill is in against Alexander Raven. As Bill and Bea make their way to the staging area they comment on the match for Bill coming up shortly.
Bill: Well here we are in Anaheim, California, and I am ready for my High Stakes Tournament match against Alexander Raven. Although Raven has come and left Sin City Wrestling a few times it appears he is trying to prove to everyone that he is really back and that he is going so stay active here.
Bea: I see it like this Bill. Raven is damaged goods. He has come and gone away so many times that nobody knows if he will leave wrestling or not. I suppose after you defeat him tonight that he will opt to go into permanent retirement.
Bill: To be honest with everyone watching right now I do not care how much damage I inflict on Alexander Raven. I do not care if he gets so damaged at my hands that he will never want to step into a wrestling ring again. All I care about is myself, my wife and Manager Bea, and my English Bulldog Iris, and supporting Sin City Wrestling.
Bill and Bea have arrived in the staging area behind the entrance platform so Bill informs the camera person that he and Bea are going up the stairs to be ready to make their entrance for his match. As soon as Bill and Bea reach the stop of the stairs and slip out of camera range the roving camera person cuts their camera feed.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is an opening round match in the High Stakes Tournament!
As the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.
'Hardly in the spirit of the era. Dedicate and thin skinned.
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.
One appeared in front of the jury. Face uncovered in front of the jury.'
Justin: Accompanied by Luna Pasilno! From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia! Weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! ‘The Broken Messiah’ Alexander Raven!
'Beauty of looks, beauty of faults.
As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her.
Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.'
Simone: Alexander Raven has made an immediate impact on the Superstars ever since his return to SCW! He has not only targeted Helluva Bottom Carter under some delusion of wrong doing…
Lunam: But did you see him getting in between Carter and Alex Jones last week?
Simone: I did and so did the rest of the world. Bottom line, Alexander Raven is behaving like an entitled toddler.
Justin: And his opponent…!
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Bea Barnhart and Iris the Bulldog! From Lawrenceville, Georgia! Weighing two hundred and forty pounds! Bulldog Bill Barnhart!
When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Lunam: Bulldog Bill Barnhart! If there’s a fella out there that isn’t going to put up with Raven’s mind games, you’re looking at him, right there!
Simone: Very well said. Bill Barnhart is THE veteran of SCW and a true locker room leader. Alexander Raven is going to discover that his head games are not going to work as easily - if at all - on the Bulldog.
Jasmine St John calls for the opening bell…
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, and the atmosphere inside the arena ignites with energy. Bulldog Bill Barnhart, the grizzled veteran, circles his prey with that unmistakable gleam in his eyes. Across from him, Alexander Raven stands smirking, brushing back his hair, every movement dripping arrogance. Luna Pasilno claps lightly at ringside, her voice a soft, goading encouragement to her man. Raven then holds his arms out in a faux sense of innocence and approaches Barnhart in the center of the ring, extending his hand in a gesture of good sportsmanship.
Simone: … You can’t be serious.
Lunam: Does Raven actually think Bill will fall for this?
Bill stares at him and his hand with a raised brow, and looks out to the capacity Anaheim crowd and jets a thumb at Raven. Alexander smiles and ‘crosses his heart’ before nodding, extending his hand again.
Crowd: NOOO!
Raven turns to the fans and yells at them to SHUT UP! as does Luna on the outside. Alexander turns back to Bulldog, practically demanding he shake his hand. Bill stares again and shrugs, extending his hand and ….
POW! Bill answers with a stiff right hand across Raven’s jaw, sending the younger wrestler staggering backward against the ropes!
Lunam: THERE ya go!
Raven’s smirk evaporates into a snarl as he charges back, but Bill sidesteps and buries a knee deep into his midsection! Bulldog wraps his arms around Raven’s upper body and an overhead suplex follows, tossing Raven halfway across the ring! Bea Barnhart applauds proudly at ringside, Iris the bulldog’s likeness stitched proudly on Bill’s jacket. Raven, grimacing, slides to a corner to regroup. He mutters something inaudible to Luna, who nods. When Bill closes in, Raven suddenly explodes forward - Lou Thesz Press! - sweeping Bill’s tree trunk legs out from under him and hammering punches into Bill’s head! But Bill is no stranger to a good fight and he throws Raven off! Both men rise and Alexander swings heavily but the blow is blocked and Bulldog peppers him with some stiff right hands of his own! Alexander is staggered, driven back and Bill doubles him over with a knee to the midsection before planting him with a swinging neckbreaker!
The veteran drops an elbow into him and hooks the leg for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Raven kicks out!
Bill grabs him by the hair and drags him up, locking in a front facelock before hitting a DDT that spikes Raven hard into the mat!
Lunam: Do you think Raven is starting to understand where he is with Bulldog?
Simone: I think he’s starting to realize he’s in the doghouse right now with Bill Barnhart!
Bill lifts Raven again and Irish whips him to the ropes, nailing him with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off! Raven stumbles back to his knees, dazed. Bill circles like a predator. He hits the ropes and connects with a low dropkick, sending Raven rolling under the bottom rope to the outside!
Lunam: It never ceases to amaze me every time I see the ol’ man take to the air.
Simone: Bill Barnhart will be in his sixties and still throwing dropkicks.
Luna rushes over, checking on her partner. Raven waves her off and points back to the ring, yelling something at Bill about being too slow for the modern age. Bill chuckles, then drops to all fours. Bill barks, loud and guttural, pounding his fists to the mat like paws. He suddenly sprints around in circles, barking wildly before darting under the bottom rope to the floor! Raven’s eyes widen the moment he sees what's coming and the Freight Train bulldozes into Alexander, sending him crashing back against the steps and Luna scurries away! Bill grabs Raven by the hair and slams his face into the barricade before throwing him back into the ring, sliding in behind him.
Simone: Bill Barnhart is actually having fun in there against Alexander Raven.
Raven crawls to the ropes, pleading for Jasmine to keep Bill back. The moment Jasmine intervenes, Raven throws a thrust kick square into Bill’s kneecap! The veteran drops to one knee, clutching his leg, and Raven seizes the opportunity, grabbing him in a front facelock and spiking his skull into the mat with a DDT!
Lunam: Alexander was just waiting for that opportunity!
Alexander covers Bill and hooks the inside leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Bulldog kicks out!
Raven slams a hand into the mat as he stands and Bill gets back to his feet. Raven comes charging in at him and Bill swings for a clothesline but Alexander ducks behind him and brings him over with a bridging German suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Bill kicks out again!
Raven snarls and immediately grabs both of Barnhart’s thick legs and transitions into a Boston Crab, sitting deep on the lower back. Bill claws at the mat, his teeth clenched, the veins on his arms bulging. Bea slaps the apron, rallying her husband! Bill powers up on his arms and drags himself toward the ropes. Inch by inch. Raven leans back further, increasing the pressure!
Simone: He’s almost there! Bulldog does not want to just give up!
Bill lunges and grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break! But Alexander is not l;etting go of the hold and Jasmine counts against him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven smirks as he finally steps away.
Bill drags himself up using the ropes and Raven charges with a facewash boot across the side of his head! Bill tumbles to the canvas and Raven hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Bill powers out!
Lunam: STILL the Bulldog is not going down!
Raven slaps the mat in frustration, shouting at the Jasmine. Luna yells something about being robbed already! Raven grabs Bill’s head and pulls him into position for an Exploder Suplex but Bill blocks it! He hammers Raven with elbows, breaking loose and then hits a belly-to-back suplex!
Simone: Both men are down, it’s only a matter of time!
Jasmine starts her count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bill stirs first, rising to his knees, then his feet. He grabs Raven, whips him into the ropes, and on the rebound hits a owerslam! The ring shakes! Bill covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Raven barely kicks out!
Bill grits his teeth, frustration and adrenaline mixing. He signals to Bea—it’s time to end it. He grabs Raven by the head, pulls him up, and sets for the Bulldog Slam! He lifts him up but Raven slips out and shoves Bill chest-first into the turnbuckle! Bill staggers back and Alexander grabs Bill’s arms, trying to set up for a Romero Special. But Bill fights back, rolling forward, sending Raven tumbling face-first into the mat! Bill pushes up, sweat dripping, eyes blazing. He grabs Raven’s leg and traps him in a Calf Crusher! He locks it in tight! Raven howls, clawing at the mat, his hand raised as if to tap!
Lunam: Is he going to!?
Simone: He’s close to doing it!
Raven twists, grabs Jasmine's shirt, and while Jasmine is distracted, rakes Bill’s eyes with his free hand! The Bulldog breaks the hold, clutching his face. Raven drags himself to the ropes, panting. He pulls himself up and charges for a Shining Wizard! Bill ducks and hits the Belly to Bulldog Suplex! The crowd explodes as Bill drops to all fours, barking furiously. WOOF! WOOF! He circles Raven like a madman before charging, wrapping him up, and launching him backward with that signature suplex, barking all the way down! Bill hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Raven kicks out at the last heartbeat!
Lunam: I thought he had him!
Simone: I am certain that Bill thought the same!
Bill lifts Raven again, but Raven grabs him and bites him on the bridge of the nose!
Simone: Alexander Raven is getting desperate!
Raven grabs him for a piledriver but Bill reverses, countering into a back body drop! Bill sends Raven into the ropes and grabs him around the waist from behind, running him chest-first into the ropes! The Bulldog rolls him back into a rolling prawn cradle!
ONE!
TWO!
Raven reverses it and rolls Bill back into his own Prawn!
ONE!
Raven grabs the ropes for leverage!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Lunam: NO!
The arena erupts in boos as Raven immediately rolls out of the ring, Luna rushing to his side. He stumbles but raises his hand in mock triumph, smirking wickedly.
Justin: Here is your winner! Advancing to the Semi-Finals! Alexander RAVEN!
Bill sits in the ring, fists pounding the mat, knowing exactly what happened. He glares at Jasmine, who’s oblivious, and points toward Raven for using the ropes!
Lunam: Alexander Raven STOLE this match from Bill Barnhart!
Simone: That he did and unfortunately, it is Alexander Raven who now moves on to next week’s Semi-Finals!
Raven just laughs with Luna’s arm around him. Bea climbs into the ring, kneeling beside Bill.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back the Hostess with the Mostess ... AMANDA HUGGINKISS!
The crowd erupts as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage, the lights dancing off her brand-new outfit ... a dazzling, metallic ensemble that glimmers under the spotlight. She strikes a playful pose at the top of the ramp, giving the audience a wink and a cheeky wave.
Amanda, ever the showwoman, soaks in the reaction with a radiant smile. She twirls once, showing off the new look ... sleek, confident, and unapologetically glamorous. She doesn’t head to the ring this time; instead, she stays on the stage, owning it completely.
With a microphone in hand, she waits for the cheers to settle ... one perfectly manicured finger pressed to her lips, teasing the crowd to quiet down. The kusic then begins.
Amanda: Ohhh last night was magic, I felt divine, The song comes to a close and Amanda curtsies to the cheers and applause. Amanda: Remember, darlings! Always know their name before you lend ‘em your lashes! She vanishes backstage behind the curtains. Alexander Raven sitting atop a turnbuckle in the ring after his battle with Bill Barnhart, is holding a microphone in hand. Luna is standing leaning on the ropes just beside him. The crowd is in a furore, booing and chanting hate towards Alexander. His face twitches a little, mild frustration as he looks around the crowd, tapping the microphone gently against his forehead to try and quiet down the crowd. Alexander Raven: Explanation. That is what they have demanded of me. That I explain myself. That I explain why I tried to get at Carter. Why I played the biggest cock in the yard with Alex Jones. Demands because I called Ms Hall out on being the vapid bitch that she is. The crowd erupts with a new chorus of boos, a few cheeky ‘vapid bitch’ chants breaking out amongst the cacophony of dissent. Alexander Raven smiles a little, placing a hand on Luna’s shoulder as she places a hand on one of his thighs, the gentlest of squeezes being exchanged. He taps the microphone a few more times, trying to regain the crowd once more. Alexander Raven: It amuses me that I’m the one being demanded to explain myself. Time and time again, this seems to be the rodeo that I’m expected to participate in. Time and time again, this is what they demand of Alexander Raven. I tell the truth, I say the same words, and every time they tell me to say it again. They didn’t listen, they didn’t understand. They just don’t get it. They prove themselves every time they try and deny me. Raven shakes his head a little, Luna mimicking the action. The two of them adopting such dour looks. Another flash of irritation dancing across his features, his gaze turning down and away from the crowd and to Luna. The two of them staring into each other’s eyes. A wash of calm flowing over the man, the twitch in his face subsiding. Alexander Raven: I was denied my opportunity for the World Championship, again. Finn and I should have been the ones on that ship, but the better part of me sees an opportunity to offer my wife the world. To give her a moment in the spotlight. Not everything goes to plan, but I relish in the fact that I gave up that chance for her. Despite being the most logical option? I was never given that opportunity. Scummed away in the Roulette Division by some incestuous rivalry among Lyons. A championship, that I gave more levity to then it has ever had and will ever have. The same way I rose the Internet Championship to a level it hasn’t had and never will have again. I am a mover. I am a lifter. I am the one who makes things great. I make gold into diamonds. I turn dust into kingdoms. So why did I try ‘jump the proverbial’ to get to Carter? Raven slowly drags his eyes away from Luna’s and slips down off the turnbuckle. Taking one of her hands in his, her other going onto his shoulder as she leans on him as they slowly begin pacing the ring. The crowd seemingly invested now, a little bit quieter than they had been. Alexander Raven: I don’t care who wins tonight. The face behind the championship is irrelevant. What I wanted, I got. Both Carter and Jones know who is coming for them. They both know what to expect at High Stakes. They know Alexander Raven is the man who is going to be staring them down from across the ring, and if I get my way. It will be a bloody affair. For I’m made in it, bathed in. The one who stands with a smiling mask of crimson, and the crowd roars for the bloodletting. Don’t get it twisted, as much as they pretend to hate me, they cheer and bay for it when I’m the one bringing it. I will not be denied again. I will not be stopped. I am coming for the World Championship. Oh, and Evelyn? If you’re listening. I apologise for calling you a vapid bitch. That is probably the wrong phrase. A flicker of a smirk flashes across Raven’s features again, as he walks towards the ropes closest to the ramp. Luna sits on the middle rope and lifts the top one up slightly, creating a gap for Alexander Raven to step through. Stepping through, he stands on the apron and helps Luna to her feet, the both of them standing there. Alex hands Luna the microphone and hops down off the apron, walking her to the steps. At the top of them, he brandishes both arms, indicating Luna has something to say. Luna Pasilno: Ms Hall. We don’t just think you’re a vapid bitch. We think you’re a fucking stupid cunt, too. The crowd erupts once more, jeering and booing the two of them. The sounds deafening as Alex helps Luna to slowly walk down the steps, the two of them grandstanding to the crowd as they begin to walk towards the ramp and make their way backstage slowly.
And then… The camera cut to the locker room, laughter spilling into the hallway before the view widened. Miles Kasey, dressed in his ring gear, leaned back on a bench, taping his wrists while Carter sat beside him, lacing his boots. Kevin lounged nearby in a chair, legs pulled up, an easy grin on his face as he flipped through something on his phone. The three of them looked comfortable, the kind of relaxed energy that only came from people who knew each other inside and out.
Miles glanced up as Kevin stifled a laugh. Miles: *grinning* Alright, what’s so funny, kid? Kevin: You, actually. There’s a video someone just posted of you slipping on the apron in Miami before the TLC match. Slow motion. With clown music. Carter: *without looking up* Oh, send me that. That’s definitely going on the family chat. Miles: *snorts* Oh, for the love of...okay, first of all, I tripped on a cable, alright? Second of all, why do people still have that video? It’s been weeks! Carter: Because the internet never forgets, babe. Kevin: Or forgives. Miles: *groaning, but smirking* Great. I win a title and the world still wants to see me bust my ass before it. Perfect. The door opened and in walked Ms. Rocky Mountains, mic in hand, smiling in that professional “I-know-I’m-about-to-interrupt-but-it’s-my-job” way. Ms. Rocky Mountains: *cheerful* Miles, Carter, Kevin, hope I’m not interrupting anything. Miles: Nah, just my dignity. What’s up, Rocky? Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, I was told you have something you wanted to announce tonight ... something big? Miles: *grins, slapping the tape roll down beside him* Oh, I do. I absolutely do. Carter: *under his breath* Here we go. Miles stood, rolling his shoulders, the SCW Internet Championship slung proudly around his waist. The gold caught the light as he looked right into the camera. Miles: See, Rocky, the High Stakes tournament is absolute chaos right now. Everyone’s clawing, scratching, scrambling just to get a shot at a chance at taking on my adorable husband for the SCW World Championship. Carter: Nice touch. Miles: You’re welcome, love. BUT in the middle of all that madness, there’s one thing that keeps coming up: who’s next for a shot at this? He pats the faceplate of the Internet Championship, the metal clinking softly. Miles: And to be honest with you, Rocky, it’s hard to tell. There’s a lot of people running their mouths, throwing their names into the mix, and everyone thinks they’re next. So I went straight to the source, the GM, Evelyn Hall, and Christian Underwood, and I told them exactly what I wanted to do. He unhooks the title and holds it up proudly. Miles: At High Stakes XV, THE BIGGEST show of the year, the SCW Internet Championship is on the line. And I’m issuing an open challenge. Any man in that locker room who thinks they can hang with me, anyone who’s been itching for their shot, anyone who feels froggy...I’m inviting you to jump. Because I’m damn sure not ducking a single soul. Do you want this championship? Call your shot. The door’s open. Ms. Rocky Mountains: *surprised and impressed* An open challenge for the Internet Championship....Miles, that’s huge. Aren’t you worried about who might take you up on it? Miles: *smirks* Rocky, I’ve gone through tables, ladders, and chairs. I’ve been busted open, stitched up, and still showed up the next night, ready to fight. Whoever answers that challenge, I don’t care who it is, rookie, veteran, legend, doesn’t matter. They’re stepping into my ring on my night and I’ll make sure they remember why I’m standing here with this title to begin with. Carter: *smiling* You heard the man — bring it on. Kevin: *grinning* Guess it’s time to start placing bets on who’s crazy enough to take that offer. Miles: *points at him* Just make sure you’re betting smart, kid. The smart money’s always on me. Ms. Rocky Mountains: *nodding, to the camera* You heard it here first, at High Stakes XV, Miles Kasey will defend the SCW Internet Championship in an open challenge. Who will step up? We’ll find out soon enough. Miles slings the title back over his shoulder, gives a confident nod toward the lens, and taps the faceplate once more. Miles: High Stakes. Open challenge. Be ready, because I will be. He flashes a grin and walks past Rocky, Carter and Kevin following close behind, the camera lingering on the glint of gold before fading to black. The arena lights dim as the unmistakable beat of The Notorious B.I.G.’s “Mo Money Mo Problems” pumps through the speakers. The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and boos. Crystal Caldwell steps through the curtain with a confident smirk, followed closely by Mercedes Vargas, the Bombshell Internet Championship draped proudly over her shoulder. Both women flash knowing grins into the camera as they make their way down the ramp.At ringside, announcer Justin Decent raises his microphone with a broad grin. Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SCW Hall of Famers, Crystal Caldwell, and the Bombshell Internet Champion, Mercedes Vargas! Crystal and Mercedes climb into the ring, each taking a corner to pose before Crystal retrieves a microphone from ringside. The music fades as the crowd noise picks up. Crystal: You can feel it, can’t you? That little buzz in the air... that desperate hum of hope coming from everyone who still thinks Harper Mason is the future of the Bombshell Division. Newsflash, Saint Harper, the future doesn’t wait for you. It steamrolls past you. The crowd reacts with scattered boos mixed with a few cheers as Mercedes laughs lightly. Mercedes: You know, I almost didn’t bother walking down this ramp tonight. But then I realized, Anaheim doesn’t get to see someone like me every day. Why deprive Anaheim of a real champion for once? Crowd reacts loudly. Mercedes: Yeah, I said it. I figured someone around here should remind you what winning actually looks like—since the Ducks sure haven’t done that lately. A loud mix of boos fills the arena as Mercedes smirks. Mercedes: But let’s get serious, Harper—because you’re not a threat, you’re a moment. And moments don’t last. They trend, they fade, they vanish… just like every bit of hype that’s ever surrounded your name. Mercedes leans casually against the ropes, glancing toward the stage. Mercedes: You talk about “avenging losses” and “reclaiming momentum” as if you’re on some noble crusade. Here’s the ugly truth — you’re the same girl who couldn’t even keep the Roulette Championship warm. Crowd gives a low “oooh” reaction as Crystal smirks. Mercedes: You ended Victoria’s reign — great, applause all around — and then you hand-delivered that belt to Alicia Lukas. Call that legacy if you want, but to the rest of us, it’s an instruction manual on self-destruction. Crystal steps forward, mockingly clapping. Crystal: Congratulations, Harper! You broke one streak and immediately started another: losing when it matters most. And yet, you’ve got the nerve to call me a sidekick? That’s cute, coming from Cassie Wolfe’s emotional support act. The audience reacts with a blend of laughter and boos. Crystal: Let me make something crystal clear — pun totally intended — when they talk about history, they skip filler chapters. You, Harper, are filler. You’re the bridge between women who make history and women who almost matter. One short title reign and suddenly you’re selling “future of the division”? Please. You’re a phase. Phases end. We don’t. Mercedes nods in agreement, stepping toward the center of the ring. Mercedes: You think walking into this tournament is your grand comeback? No, no, no. High Stakes isn’t your redemption arc — it’s our playground. You’re marching into a fight with two women who have already survived wars you can’t even imagine. Crowd begins chanting “HAR-PER! HAR-PER!” as Mercedes raises her voice. Mercedes: Chant her name all you want — it won’t save her. Because when that bell rings, and she’s gasping for air, she’ll finally understand what this division is built on. Not dreams. Not birthdays. Results. Crystal steps beside her, expression sharp and cold. Crystal: Lace up, birthday girl. You wanted attention? You’ve got it. Just don’t cry when it hits harder than you can handle. Mercedes smirks, slowly raising her title above her head. Mercedes: We’ll see you out here, Slaytanic Avenger. And trust me — you’re gonna wish you never stepped into our spotlight. Crystal leans into the microphone with a taunting grin. Crystal: Oh, and Harper? Happy belated birthday. Hope you like the beating that comes with it. Both women share a laugh as Crystal's music hits again. The crowd splits between jeers and applause as they pose on the turnbuckles, the camera cutting to the commentary table. Simone: Strong words from Mercedes and Crystal! If Harper Mason wasn’t fired up before, I’d say she definitely is now. Lunam: This one’s heating up fast! You can feel the tension in this arena — and if Harper’s anywhere backstage listening, I hope she’s ready. Because Mercedes and Crystal look locked in. Simone: Pressure makes diamonds — or breaks them. We’ll see which happens for Harper tonight. Lunam: Mercedes has been on a roll since winning the Bombshell Internet Championship, and Crystal — love her or hate her — knows how to get under anyone’s skin. Harper’s about to face two veterans who’ve seen every trick in the book. Simone: True, but Harper’s got that fire. Remember, she’s still young, still hungry, and she’s looking to prove that she belongs in the upper tier of the Bombshell Division. This could be a defining moment for her if she can pull off a win tonight against Crystal. Lunam: If” being the key word. Mercedes and Crystal just laid out their plan loud and clear. They want to crush momentum before it even starts. If Harper lets them get in her head, this could be over before it even begins. Simone: A lot of pressure on all sides in this one — pride, rivalry, redemption, and opportunity. The High Stakes Tournament always brings out the best and the worst in people, and I think we just saw both in that ring. The scene opens backstage where we see one of the competitors in the High Stakes Tournament Harper Mason warming up with her manager Joshua Acquin watching nearby. Harper: I may no longer be the Bombshell Roulette Champion but as I pointed out last week? I was likely to be entered into the High Stakes Tournament and, well, I’m not about to play the state lottery back home in Vegas but I was right! Joshua: Harper has worked hard to get here and now? She will face Crystal Caldwell for the second spot in round two! Harper: I’m not worried about Mercedes being at ringside because I have Josh here to back me up and besides, Crystal’s been on a decline for a while and she won’t get the better of me! See you in the ring Crystal! Harper and Josh walk off as the scene fades. Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… and is the opening round of the High Stakes Tournament… introducing first… Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns. Justin: From Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, she is the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON! Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh applauds his charge from the outside as they wait her opponent. Justin: and her opponent… The arena fades to black and as it does we are treated to an old school vintage black and white Hollywood movie countdown.
5
4
3
2
1
As soon as it hits zero that’s the moment that two spotlights land on the curtain and we can see a red carpet being rolled to the ring and at the same time Mo Money Mo Problems by Notorious BIG begins to blast across the speakers.
A gathering of paparazzi stand in front of the curtains and they begin to snap photo after photo as they wait in anticipation for the star to come through the curtains. It isn’t that long until we see Crystal Caldwell along with her manager Mercredes Vargas walking through the curtain. Mercedes smirks as he points at Crystal who strikes a pose as flashes from the cameras go off one after the other. The fans begin to roar with boos and she smiles as Vargas begins to clap her hands for friend and they slowly walk their way to the ring. The crowd showers her with boos but money with Crystal’s face on the bills begin to fall from the sky. Crystal finally reaches the ring where she runs up the steps. She walks to the side of the apron before she throws a pose and jumps landing in a perfect split to enter into the ring. Vargas smirks as he claps for her friend as she screams at the audience. Justin: Making her way to the ring from Hollywood California, representing Mexico City, Mexico, being accompanied by Mercedes Vargas, she is the "THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN" Crystal Caldwell! Crystal nods her head with a wicked grin as she bounces about and blows a kiss to Todd who smirks. She moves her arms about as Mercedes jumps onto the apron to exchange words with friendt. They wait for the match to begin.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
The drinks were flowin’, the stars aligned!
Now the sun is up… and I’m filled with dread,
‘Cause I just rolled over and … WHO’S IN MY BED?!
He said his name was Chad… or maybe Steve?
I don’t recall … I had to leave!
But now he’s here, still snorin’ away,
With my wig on his head ... and he’s startin’ to stay!
There’s glitter on the ceiling, a shoe on the fan,
And a note on my mirror that says “call me, Stan?”
My lashes are sideways, my dignity’s dead,
And I’m prayin’ to Ru ... WHO’S IN MY BED?!
Who’s in my bed? (WHO’S IN MY BED!)
This ain’t the man I pictured in my head!
Was he six-foot-two or just tall in the club?
Now he looks like Shrek in a glittery tub!
Oh mercy me, what a night I led ...
Somebody tell me ... WHO’S IN MY BED?!
His socks don’t match and his breath could kill,
He’s eatin’ cold pizza, oh I feel ill!
He’s hummin’ “Dancing Queen” but not in key,
And he’s wearin’ my heels better than me!
There’s makeup smeared on his hairy chest,
And I’m realizin’ last night… was not my best.
I found a drag tag on his arm that said “Miss Fred?”
Girl, say it ain’t so ... WHO’S IN MY BED?!
Who’s in my bed? (WHO’S IN MY BED!)
I swear he looked like Jason instead!
Now it’s daylight and the spell is gone,
He’s wearin’ my robe and singin’ my song!
Lord above, I’m filled with dread ...
Somebody call security ... WHO’S IN MY BED?!
Maybe he’s kind, maybe he’s sweet,
Maybe he swept me off my feet…
But honey, that snore could wake the dead,
And I’m still askin’ ... WHO’S IN MY BED?!
Who’s in my bed? (WHO’S IN MY BED!)
Next time I’m drinkin’ soda instead!
‘Cause drag’s a dream till the sun creeps in,
And reality hits like a sequined sin!
So raise your glass, be fabulous, well-fed ...
But double-check, baby… WHO’S IN YOUR BED?!
Caldwell and Mason take a moment before circling the ring before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they briefly jockey before Caldwell pushes Mason back towards the corner before hitting an arm drag and sends Mason across the ring, however, Mason and Caldwell make their way back to their feet and Mason charges at Caldwell and they lock up once more and again jockey for position in the centre of the ring.
Simone: Considering the history here… the lock up is quite surprising. I was expecting exchanges of words or even a brawl to start this.
Lunam: Its only brief as Caldwell hits an arm drag, as they get back to their feet and lock up again.
Mason pushes Caldwell back, but Caldwell responds back, but Mason hits a arm drag of her own, which doesn’t phase Caldwell and they both make their way back to their feet and move back in and lock up, where they jockey for position once again and with Caldwell pushes Mason towards the ropes and once at the ropes, Mason steps through the ropes and she takes Caldwell with her and then tumble off the apron onto the mat, where they continue to roll around before Caldwell makes her way to feet and drags Mason up, where they continue jockey for position, as the ref climbs from the ring and follows them both as they break by the curtain entrance with Caldwell giving Mason a shove backwards and then they begins to exchange words.
Lunam: Mason this time pushes Caldwell back, as she hits an arm drag of her own. They make their way back to their feet and lock yup again and continue to seek the upper hand.
Simone: Caldwell perhaps over pushes as they end up against the ropes, which Mason steps through the ropes and she drags herself and Caldwell through the ropes to the outside, where neither break and battle back to their feet and towards the ropes.
Lunam: Here is the exchange of words between the two.
The ref demands the action to be brought back into the ring, but neither listen as they get into each other’s face before Caldwell backs away for a moment and Mason gives her a shove as the ref begins a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Mason with a shove as a few more works are exchanged as the ref demanding the action be brought back into the ring.
They continue to exchange a few works, where Caldwell turns to Mason, and Mason moves into lock up but Caldwell dodges and grabs Mason around the waist, where Caldwell pushes her forward towards the ring.
THREE!
FOUR!
Reaching the ring, Mason throws an elbow backwards into Caldwell’s face before diving forward into the ring.
Lunam: Mason looks to lock up but Caldwell grabs Mason around the waist and shoves her forward to the ring. Mason throws an elbow back into Caldwell’s face, which surprises her and Mason rolls herself back into the ring.
FIVE!
SIX!
Caldwell holds her face and glares at Mason.
SEVEN!
Caldwell then climbs onto the apron and goes to step through, but Mason charges in and hits a running dropkick and catches Caldwell, who tries to grab the ropes, but she misses and falls backwards with her leg caught in the ropes and now hanging upside down. Mercedes quickly moves around the ring and reaches Caldwell and grabs her and lifts her, as the ref moves in and assists in unhooking Caldwell’s leg. Mason looks on as she contemplates her next moves, as Mercedes puts Caldwell down and Caldwell tests her leg.
Simone: Caldwell wasn’t too impressed with Mason, as Caldwell looks to get back into the ring, but Mason catches Caldwell with a dropkick and because she wasn’t full inside the ring, she ends up hanging on the ropes.
Lunam: Mason could attack here but doesn’t as Mercedes and the ref helps her get untangled.
Mason turns and bounces off the ropes and leaps over the rope with a corkscrew plancha, catching both Mercedes and Caldwell and sends them down to the mat. Mason rolls off them and quickly climbs to her feet, where she pushes Mercedes away and she grabs Caldwell and lifts her up and quickly rolls her into the ring before the ref can make a count and Mason follows in close behind and she rolls Caldwell onto her back and goes for a cover…
Lunam: Nice corkscrew plancha from Mason as she catches both Mercedes and Caldwell and sends them down to the mat.
Simone: Mason makes her way back to her feet and grabs Caldwell and rolls her back into the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…kickout!
Caldwell kicks out, as Mason shakes her head before quickly turning and grabbing Caldwell’s leg that was hung from the ropes, and she sets up and locking in the Slaytanic Panic (Elevated Knee Bar) and right away Caldwell cries out in pain.
Lunam: Mason then goes for a cover, but Caldwell kicks out. However, she quickly capitalizes on Caldwell’s previous predicament and locks in the elevated knee bar.
Meanwhile on the outside, Mercedes has gotten back to her feet and shakes off the high risk move from Mason and she leans against the apron and looks on as she slowly moves around the ring before finally reaches where Caldwell is and she grabs Caldwell’s hand and pulls her towards the ropes, which forces Mason to follow and places her hands on the bottom before shouting at the ref.
Simone: Mercedes takes her time but she moves to where Caldwell is and pulls her closer to the ropes and makes sure, she grabs them.
The ref looks to see Caldwell’s hand on the bottom rope and tells Mason to release, while Joshua moves around the ring and yells at Mercedes and Mercedes just rolls her eyes and dismisses him. Mason meanwhile releases the knee bar and moves back to her feet and moves to a corner, where Joshua informs her what happened, and she glares at Mercedes.
Lunam: Joshua Acquin has a lot to say about that, as Mason reluctantly releases before being informed what happened by Joshua.
Caldwell sits up, as nods at Mercedes in appreciation as Mason moves forward but Caldwell demands the ref to keep Mason back, which the ref does and Mason shakes her head as she steps back to a corner, as Joshua gives her some advice. Caldwell pulls herself up and Mason charges forward and Caldwell gets an elbow up and catches Mason in the face.
Simone: Mason is forced back by the ref, which give Caldwell the chance to make it to her feet. Mason moves in but gets a face full of elbow.
Mason stumbles back and Caldwell turns and leaps onto ropes and as Mason turns back around, Caldwell leaps off and hits a springboard crossbody and sends Mason down to the mat. Caldwell climbs to her feet once more, where she leaps onto the ropes once more and this time hits a springboard moonsault and goes for a cover…
Lunam: Caldwell begins to wind up the speed, and she hits a crossbody before following up with a springboard moonsault and into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Caldwell shakes her head, as she makes her way to feet, where she grabs Mason and pulls her up, where she Irish whips her across the ring and Mason bounces off the ropes and as she comes back, Caldwell goes for a chick kick, but Mason dodges and hits the ropes opposite, but Mercedes grabs Mason’s foot and trips her. Joshua shouts his displeasure at the trip, which Mercedes feigns innocence, and the ref says that they are watch them and gives them one chance.
Simone: Mason kicks out, as Caldwell continues to work on mason, as she looks for a chick kick, but Mason dodges and she hits the rope but is tripped by Mercedes. Acquin argues but he and Mercedes are warned.
Caldwell smirks, as Mason sits up and holds her face and Caldwell rushes in with a shining wizard and catches Mason across the back of her head, which rocks her as Caldwell turns and she grabs Mason once again and pulls her up, where she drives her into the corner and takes a steps back before following up with a step up enziguri. Mason steps out of the corner and Caldwell turns and leaps onto the ropes and then hits a tilt a whirl DDT and goes then goes for a pin…
Lunam: Mason is in trouble here, as Caldwell connects with a shining wizard. But Caldwell isn’t done, and she grabs Mason and pushes her into the corner and hits an enziguri. Mason stumbles from the corner and Caldwell hits a tilt a whirl ddt and into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Mercedes grabs Caldwell’s foot…
THREE!
Simone: Mason should be able to kick out, but she can’t and Mercedes grabs Caldwell’s foot and she can’t.
Mason kicks out a little too late, as Mercedes releases and backs off, as Caldwell rolls herself from the ring as Acquin dives into the ring and moves to the ropes and shouts at Mercedes.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: A tainted win.
Justin: The winner of this match via pinfall… Crystal Caldwell.
Caldwell’s music hits over the p.a, as Caldwell celebrates and Mercedes smirks, as Mason sits up, as Joshua informs her of what happened and the outcome. Joshua continues to glare and throw accusations to Mercedes and Caldwell.
The scene opens backstage were we see Brooke Shields making out with Logan Hunter ahead of his match against LJ Kasey, Brooke’s twin sister Marissa just stands off to the side with her arms crossed as she tries to ignore it.
Marissa: Brooke. I know you’re used to doing THAT on camera but you’re on camera at SCW, try to keep Legan’s clothes on!
Logan and Brooke look up and realize that Marissa’s right.Marissa: (mutters) Not that they’d be able to see much anyway………….
Logan: Shut it!
Logan and Brooke step in front of Marissa.
Brooke: What? We can’t prematurely celebrate?
Marissa: Not the first time he’s done something with you prematurely!
Brooke: Wasn’t asking you sis!
Logan: Tonight I get my win over LJ back and get one step close to reclaiming my throne! LJ’s last win over me was a fluke and I will prove it tonight!
Brooke: And no, we don’t care who we face in round two, because they will all fall.
Logan: LJ? I’ll see you in the ring! And Justin? Stay out of this!
Brooke: And Alexandra? Just try to interfere bitch, that bounty is mine!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
Justin: Your next match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Sydney, Australia LOGAN HUNTER!!!!!
“Hope Castrated” by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke follows him out and has her back to the crowd while she does some sensual poses and her boyfriend glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the two start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed.
Justin: And his opponent from Middleton UK, The Kingslayer, LJ KASEY!!!!
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of “Kingslayer” by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance.
The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at Logan, who stands waiting in the ring.
Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.
He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving Logan, and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up this one’s going to be a technical showcase and a slugfest all in one! LJ the technician with the mind of a strategist versus the chaotic brawler, Logan!
Lunam: You said it, Simone. Both of these guys have knockout power, but their styles couldn’t be more different. LJ is precision and discipline. Logan’s a wild card with bad intentions.
Simone: It’s weird not seeing Brooke or Alexandra out here with them.
Lunam: Would you let either of them out after the threats we heard on Alexandra, thanks to Vincent Lyons?
Simone: I’m not LJ so I couldn’t say. And Brooke, well she has a mind of her own. Those two have a storied past, both have caused each other countless injuries.
Lunam: We did just see Alexandra earlier tonight addressing the bounty on her head. Perhaps she’s back there trying to find a way to keep safe. Maybe LJ asked her to remain backstage. Let’s get to paying attention to this match.
DING DING DING!
LJ and Logan circle each other, the crowd divided. They lock up and LJ quickly transitions into a headlock, wrenching tight, but Logan shoves him off the ropes. On the rebound, LJ hits a shoulder tackle, sending Logan to the mat. LJ runs the ropes again, but Logan pops up and lands a dropkick right on the jaw!
Simone: Beautiful dropkick from Logan, textbook form!
Lunam: He’s fast, he’s mean, and he’s already looking to control the pace!
Logan stomps away, pulls LJ up, and whips him into the corner running lariat! The impact echoes through the arena. He follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing LJ halfway across the ring! LJ rolls to a knee, shaking his head, but Logan’s right there,headbutt! LJ stumbles back. Logan grabs him, Brainbuster! The crowd gasps!
Simone: Logan planting LJ with authority! He’s not holding anything back tonight!
Logan goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Logan growls, pulling LJ up again. He swings for a lariat, but LJ ducks delivering a roundhouse kick to the ribs! Another to the head! Logan drops to one knee, dazed. LJ runs off the ropes and running snake eyes into the top turnbuckle! He follows it up immediately with a diving cutter!
Lunam: Now that’s the precision of LJS! He can shift momentum in a heartbeat!
Simone: He’s dissecting Logan, strike by strike!
LJ grabs Logan’s wrist, pulling him into a reverse-spin Michinoku driver! The ring shakes from the impact!
Crowd: LJ! LJ! LJ!
LJ hooks the leg, attempting a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Logan kicks out at two and a half!
Logan rolls out to the apron, shaking his head, trying to recover. LJ follows, but Logan catches him hangman’s neckbreaker on the ropes! LJ stumbles back. Logan leaps to the top, Springboard Flying Elbow!
Simone: Perfect aim! That might’ve cracked a rib!
Lunam: Logan’s back in control, and he’s not slowing down.
Logan drags LJ up, yelling something inaudible, and whips him into the corner again but LJ counters, leaping to the middle rope and springboarding out with a Spanish Fly! Both men crash to the mat!
The crowd explodes! Cheering wildly.
Simone: He caught him mid-motion! Unreal balance by LJ!
Lunam: They’re both down. This match is pure chaos!
The referee starts counting as both men crawl toward the ropes.
At six, they’re up, trading shots in the center of the ring. Logan lands a forearm, LJ fires back with a lariat! Logan responds with a ripcord knee strike! LJ drops to a knee. Logan hits the ropes, superkick!
Simone: How is LJ still standing!?
Logan pulls him up going for a powerbomb but LJ flips out of it, spins behind, hooks the arm KINGSLAYER. NO! Logan slips out and counters with a single-leg Boston Crab!
Lunam: He’s got that leg locked! LJ’s in trouble!
LJ claws to the ropes, the crowd clapping in rhythm. He stretches, fingertips away and grabs the bottom rope! The ref forces the break.
Logan snarls, pulling him up again, another headbutt, and LJ looks glassy-eyed. Logan smirks, setting up for another ripcord knee, but…
Simone: Wait, what’s this?! Look in the front row!
The camera pans, Justin Smith is standing up, arms crossed, staring daggers at Logan.
Lunam: That’s Justin Smith! What’s he doing here?!
Logan freezes mid-motion, glaring back at him. He shouts something inaudible You don’t belong here! before turning back toward LJ
BANG! ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM LJ! Connects and Logan is stumbling. The crowd roars!
LJ lifts Logan by the arm twisting into the setup Kingslayer! Spinning Hammerlock Tombstone Piledriver!
Simone: Kingslayer! Kingslayer connects!
LJ goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
LJ’s music hits. The crowd cheers wildly.
Justin: Here is your winner! Dancing to the Semi-Finals! LJ Kasey!!!
Simone: LJ pulls it off! What a match, what a finish!
Lunam: Logan had this match won, Simone until Justin Smith showed up. That distraction cost him everything!
Simone: LJ capitalized like a true professional and that Kingslayer could’ve knocked the soul out of anyone! But there’s a storm brewing here, Lunam… Logan and Justin will have unfinished business!
LJ rolls out, raising his hands in victory as Logan sits up in disbelief, staring at Justin in the front row. The tension simmers as the camera fades to black.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Cassie: Last week I took the World Bombshell Champ to the limit but if that was enough? I’d have the World Bombshell Title in my hands, wouldn’t I?
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: I’m not here to wonder about what could have been or moan about how the match turned out, my stock’s still on the rise anyway and with High Stakes getting closer and closer? I need all the momentum I can get!
Cassie kicks off the wall with her good leg and the Aussie flips some hair over her shoulder.
Cassie: Until then? It’s back to me waiting for my next match!
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: Your next match is a Champion versus Champion match, introducing from Charlotte, NORTH CAROLINA, He is your Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, “The Chosen” Vincent Lyons!!!!!
The lights dim, as a lion's roar is heard, Vincent Lyons Jr appears on the stage in a black jacket as "Wretched and Divine" by Black Veil Brides starts, Vincent appears on stage, he looks around and makes a slow walk to the ring, looking at the fans cautiously. Once ringside, he rolls climbs into the ring and goes straight to a corner, where he sits and waits quietly.
Simone: And here comes the man who calls himself The Chosen! Vincent Lyons Jr., the SCW Roulette Champion, and tonight he’s out to prove he’s the only champion that matters!
Lunam: Yeah, but he’s up against one of the most unpredictable high-flyers in SCW, Our Internet Champion, Miles Kasey! This isn’t just champion versus champion. It's pride versus legacy.
Vincent steps out onto the ramp, a confident smirk plastered across his face, title shining over his shoulder. The crowd’s boos rumble like thunder, but he feeds off it, walking slowly and deliberately. He glares at a sign that reads “Miles = The Real Champ” and smirks.
Justin: And his opponent from Manchester, United Kingdom, your Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion, MILES KASEY!
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers—opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops—
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down.
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
“…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!”
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy.
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto Vincent, ready to fight.
Simone: And here’s the Internet Champion Miles Kasey! He’s flying high lately, but tonight he’s stepping into a storm that could ground him.
Lunam: Miles doesn’t care about Vincent’s games, he’s got heart, agility, and a refusal to quit. After Vincent's attack on LJ, Miles' little brother, and the threats on Alexandra. We know there’s… tension surrounding Vincent.
DING DING DING!
Miles starts with a burst of speed ducking under Vincent’s lock-up attempt and hitting a Japanese Arm Drag into a quick kip-up! The crowd cheers as Vincent rolls through, smirking again, almost amused.
Simone: Miles using that speed early on!
Lunam: Vincent’s not fazed though that’s the confidence of a man who’s seen it all.
Vincent catches a second arm drag attempt, powers Miles up into a Backdrop Suplex, then immediately transitions into a Grounded Wristlock.
Simone: Classic Lyons Jr.! Take control, slow the pace, make the flyer play his game.
Miles fights up, flips out of it, lands a Lung Blower, and both men are down! The arena roars!
Lunam: You can’t count Kasey out for a second!
Miles hits the ropes Diving Crossbody.
Miles goes for the pin
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Vincent rolls away, shaking his head, annoyed now. He swings, Miles ducks, Arm Wrench Takedown! But as Miles goes for another one. Ionic Impact! Curb Stomp! Miles collapses, the crowd gasps!
Simone: Out of nowhere! The Ionic Impact!
Lunam: Vincent nearly took his head off!
Vincent doesn’t pin right away; he taunts the crowd, pointing to his head. Too easy. He lifts Miles, setting up for the Lyons Roar DDT, but Miles counters, Reverse Frankensteiner!
Simone: Kasey counters! Reverse Frankensteiner!
Lunam: That could turn the tide!
Miles climbs the ropes, Moonsault connects!
Miles goes for another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Vincent kicks out! Miles signals for the finish the crowd stands!
Crowd: Miles! Miles! Miles!
He sets up … Blast From The Past (Os Cutter)! But Vincent blocks, throws him off then plants him with the Lyons Roar DDT!
Simone: Lyons Roar! He nailed it!
Lunam: That’s gotta be it!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! Vincent! Lyons! JUNIOR!
Vincent stands over Miles, arm raised, smirking. The referee tries to hand him his title, but Vincent shoves him aside, staring down at the fallen Internet Champion. He mouths, “You’re not on my level.”
Then Vincent drops to a knee and begins to taunt Miles, grabbing his chin, talking trash.
The crowd starts booing louder and suddenly… “Nightmare” by Halsey hits the speakers! The place erupts as Alexandra Calaway storms down the ramp.
Simone: Uh oh! Here comes Alexandra Calaway, Miles’ friend, and LJ’s girlfriend! And let’s not forget, Vincent put a bounty on her head!
Lunam: This could blow up, Simone these two are NOT supposed to touch each other! Alexandra is clearly not going to let this happen to Miles either.
Vincent freezes, eyes narrowing as Alexandra slides into the ring. She stands between him and Miles’ battered body. The tension is electric.
Vincent steps closer, sneering, almost daring her. Alexandra stands her ground defiant.
The crowd chants: “ALEX-AN-DRA! ALEX-AN-DRA!” Miles, still down, reaches out weakly “Alex… get out of here…” But she doesn’t move. She stares Vincent down, fury in her eyes.
Simone: Look at this! She’s risking everything, she’s protecting Miles!
Lunam: And she knows she can’t touch him and he can’t touch her! It’s a game of nerves now!
Vincent smirks, steps closer until they’re inches apart. He whispers something — and Alexandra clenches her fists but doesn’t swing. Miles manages to pull himself up, grabbing her shoulder. “Alex, don’t do this,” he mutters, dragging her back.
She shakes her head. “Not after what he’s done.”
Vincent finally backs away, smirking like a predator satisfied with the fear he’s caused.
He points at her, then at Miles, mouthing: “This isn’t over.”
He exits slowly, raising his Roulette Championship high. Alexandra turns, kneeling beside Miles as medics enter.
Simone: Vincent Lyons Jr. wins the match… but this war? It’s only the beginning.
Lunam: And Alexandra Calaway just made herself a target again and she doesn’t care. She’s standing for what’s right.
Simone: Champion versus Champion may be over, but the line between pride and vengeance has just been crossed.
The scene fades out on Alexandra helping Miles out of the ring and him saying something to her that the microphones don’t pick up.
The camera opens inside the sleek office of SCW General Manager Evelyn Hall. The SCW logo glows faintly behind her desk as she sits with calm authority, papers neatly arranged before her. She looks directly into the camera, her tone measured but firm.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening, everyone. After reviewing the events that took place last week during the High Stakes Tournament, I’ve come to a decision regarding the actions of Justin Smith. His deliberate interference in Logan Hunter’s match not only cost Logan a spot in the Semi-Finals, but also crossed a line that I will not tolerate.
She folds her hands together, expression stern.
Evelyn Hall: So, here’s how it’s going to be. At High Stakes XV, it will be Logan Hunter versus Justin Smith - one-on-one. And to make things even more interesting… I’m giving Logan Hunter the luxury of choosing the match stipulation.
Evelyn smirks faintly, tilting her head.
Evelyn Hall: Justin wanted attention? He’s about to get it — the hard way.
She gives the camera a final, resolute glance before returning to her paperwork as the scene fades out.
The muffled roar of the Anaheim crowd rumbles through the hallway as cameras catch a glimpse of the staging area … the famed “gorilla position.” Crew members rush past, headsets on, final cues being given as the World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter, stands poised and ready. The rainbow unitard glimmers under the fluorescent lights, the violet feathered jacket draped proudly across his shoulders. The golden championship belt rests around his waist.
At his side stands Miles, arm wrapped protectively around his husband’s shoulders.
Miles: (softly) You’re gonna do great out there, babe. You always do.
HBCarter: (taking a slow breath) Alex beat me the last time we faced each other. I can’t lose tonight. Not this close to High Stakes.
Miles: (tightening his arm) You won’t. You’ve come too far for that.
From a few feet away, Kevin, the 16-year-old the couple took under their care, steps closer. His voice carries a quiet confidence.
Kevin: You’ve got this, Carter. I know you do.
Carter looks at him, his serious expression melting into a proud smile. He reaches out, resting a hand on Kevin’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
HBCarter: (smiling) Thanks, kid. Means a lot.
The production assistant gives the cue — “Champ, you’re up.” Carter gives one last look at Miles and Kevin, then turns toward the curtain, his championship gleaming as the crowd noise swells.
Fade out.
The time has come! The cameras return to the ringside area where Justin Decent stands center ring. The crowd applauds politely as senior referee Jasmine St. John steps through the ropes. She shakes the hand of Justin and takes her place in the corner, ready to officiate the upcoming championship match.
Tommy Vext's Cancel the king hits and as the lyrics of the intro cut into the guitar Alex steps out wearing a black and red wolfslair t-shirt and his wrestling gear. He makes his way down to the ring with an arrogant sneer before leaping up onto the ring apron.
Simone: Alex Jones has waited since May 25 for this opportunity to take the title back from the man that beat him for it! Helluva Bottom Carter!
Lunam: And he is going to do everything in his power to make history repeat itself! Alex already beat Carter in a non-title match! If he does it again tonight?
Simone: We’ll have a new champion!
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, Born This Way kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner.
Justin steps forward as does Alex, staring holes at Carter who climbs down from the turnbuckles. Both champion and challenger stare each other down as the announcements are ready to begin.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the Main Event of Climax Control! And it is for the World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From Dallas, Texas, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! Alex! JONES!
Alex does nothing to acknowledge the boos aimed in his direction, nor the words announcing him to the SCW Universe. He just stares at Carter.
Justin: And his opponent! From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds! He is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion! The Hardcore Bottom -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
The crowd explodes with cheers as Carter steps forward and raises the World Championship belt up high! Carter then passes the title to Jasmine’s hands who shows it to Alex. Alex slaps a hand to the center plate ‘for luck’. Jasmine holds the gold up high for all to see.
Simone: That is what this night is all about! The World Heavyweight Championship!
Jasmine passes the championship belt out to the time keeper and she calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, and instantly the crowd rises to its feet. Carter and Alex Jones circle the ring, eyes locked. The two men have faced each other before, one representing the pride of the people, the other the bitter resentment of a dethroned king.
Alex smirks, rolling his shoulders, calling out, This was always mine, kid!
Carter just grins, flexes his fingers, and gestures for him to bring it on.
They pause and lock up in the center of the ring, a tight collar-and-elbow tie-up that immediately turns into a battle of leverage. Alex, the bigger man at 225 pounds, powers Carter backward into the corner. Jasmine calls for a clean break, and Alex gives it…
Simone: Can you believe it?
Clean for a half-second, right before cracking Carter across the chest with a blistering knife edge chop!
Lunam: I can, actually!
The sound echoes like a gun shot throughout the arena. Carter winces but fires back with a forearm shot of his own, right to the side of Alex’s head! The blow staggers Alex back a step, giving Carter the opening to hammer another forearm - followed by a third, backing the former champion up! Carter uses the momentum to sprint off of the ropes, duck a clothesline attempt from Alex, and hit a standing dropkick right to Alex’s face, sending Jones tumbling head over heels!
Simone: Carter’s offensive has Alex Jones off balance!
Alex staggers back to his feet, clearly caught off guard, and Carter Irish whips him to the ropes, catching him with a slingblade! Alex hits the mat, and Carter immediately follows with a rebound off of the far side of the ring and right into a basement dropkick right to the jaw! Carter covers!
ONE!
Kickout at one and a half!
Lunam: A uber fast kick out from Alex Jones!
Simone: If there’s one thing Alex is known for, it’s how to stay off of his back!
Lunam: BOY is there a dirty joke in there somewhere!
Alex rolls to the outside, clutching his neck. He’s dazed, but his veteran instincts kick in. He starts pacing, jaw tight, planning his counter. Carter backs up to the opposite ropes, gets a racing head start and dives through the middle rope! Crashing into Alex with a suicide dive, both men crashing into the barricade! Carter lands hard but pops up, slapping hands with the fans at ringside! Alex, however, uses the moment to his ultimate advantage, grabbing Carter by the tights and launching him shoulder-first into the steel steps! The thud is sickening!
Simone: Carter can NOT let himself get distracted by playing to the fans!
Lunam: It certainly caught him there!
Carter crumples, clutching his arm. Alex grins through a grimace, the challenger’s cold, calculating eyes back in control. He hauls Carter up in a bear hug and slams him back into the apron! Alex then rolls him into the ring, following right after, stalking his prey. He grabs Carter by the wrist, dragging him up to his feet and a hammerlock but whips him around into a clothesline!
Simone: BEAUTIFUL Rainmaker!
Carter spins inside out and hits the mat hard! Alex with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Carter kicks out!
Alex sits up, jaw tight, and immediately transitions. He yanks Carter up to his feet, scoops him up and drops him hard across his knee into a pendulum backbreaker! The champion howls in pain! Alex keeps the hold, pushing down to stretch Carter’s back further before dumping him to the mat! Alex stands up and gestures toward the fallen and hurt Carter, mouthing off to the fans that boo him without mercy!
Carter tries to rise and gets to his knees but Alex connects with a stiff martial arts kick to the ribs! Then another, and another!
Lunam: Bloody hell! You can hear the thuds from those kicks all the way here!
Carter is gasping, but Alex isn’t done! He hits the ropes and lands a running knee strike (V-Trigger) right to the side of Carter’s head! He hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO! Carter kicks out at 2.5! Alex snarls in disbelief. He drags Carter up and nails a snap DDT, planting the champion! Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kick out again!
Frustrated, Alex slaps the mat and stands up, grabbing Carter by the leg. He steps in and turns around, falling back and locking in the Figure 4!
Lunam: Remember! Carter hit his knees when he dove outside of the ring earlier!
Simone: That’s right! He may have done enough damage to cause a submission right here!
Carter screams as Alex cinches it in, cinching the hold in the center of the ring! The pain’s shooting up his leg, but Carter digs his fists into the canvas, gritting his teeth! Jasmine is right there, asking him if he wants to submit but Carter shakes his head wildly, refusing! The crowd begins to clap rhythmically, rallying him on! Alex adds leverage to the hold, bracing himself on his extended arms!
Simone: How much more of this can Carter take!?
Carter twists his body, reaching … clawing … finally flipping the hold over! The crowd erupts as Alex yells and scrambles to the ropes, breaking it!
Lunam: Alex didn’t waste ANY time getting that hold broken!
Simone: But the damage has still been done to the champion!
Both men lie on the mat for a moment, Alex clutching his knees and Carter holding his leg. They rise slowly,limping toward one another when Alex throws a forearm to the side of Carter’s head, knocking him back! Carter fires back with a European uppercut that rocks Jones! A headbutt from the challenger knocks Carter back into the ropes but Carter rebounds and jumps, striking Alex hard with a high knee strike!
Lunam: This match is breaking down!
Carter grabs Alex and goes to send him into the corner but Alex reverses it! Carter jumps off the middle turnbuckle and connects with a handspring clothesline! Alex stumbles back and drops to one knee and Carter follows with a Shining Wizard! Carter clutches at his bad knee briefly before going for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Alex kicks out!
Simone: That brief pause might have cost Carter the victory there.
The champion wastes no time, ascending the ropes, facing the crowd. Carter then dives off for a moonsault off the top rope! Alex rolls out of the way and Carter crashes face and chest-first into the canvas!
Simone: Bad mistake!
Lunam: He went high risk and paid for it!
Alex then quickly goes up top and lands a flying double leg stomp right to the small of Carter’s back! Carter arches in agony. Alex hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Carter still won’t die!
The frustration on Alex’s face grows darker by the second. He hauls Carter up into a front facelock and whips him over with a snap suplex! He holds on and another suplex! Then spins, lifts and a third suplex!
Lunam: Trifecta!
Alex floats over, locks in a Koji Clutch! Carter’s eyes go wide as Alex tightens the submission! Carter thrashes, gasping, the hold cutting off his air. Jasmine checks him and Carter’s hand trembles in the air!
Lunam: He’s going to! I think he’s going to!
But no! Carter plants his boot on the ropes and kicks off, somehow rolling Alex over into a pinning position!
ONE!
TWO!
Alex releases the hold to break it!
Both men roll apart, drenched in sweat. Alex grabs Carter and drags him to his feet, firing him off into the corner! Alex gets a running start and dives for a spear but Carter moves and Alex sails through the turnbuckles and crashes into the ring post!
Lunam: Did you see the ring shake!?
Simone: This might be the opening that the champion needs!
They stagger up simultaneously! Alex staggers back, hurt and dizzy and Carter hits a Poisonrana! The challenger spikes headfirst into the mat! Carter covers him and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Alex just kicks out!
Carter is shaking his head in disbelief. He slaps the mat, feeling the frustration building! He pulls Alex up by the hair but Alex strikes back with a step-up enzuigiri (AJ-Guri)! Carter sinks to both knees and collapses! Alex drags himself to the corner, climbs the turnbuckles for a Tope con hilo! He flips off and lands perfectly across Carter’s chest!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Carter still kicks out!
Lunam: How the HELL is Carter still in this!?
Simone: How the hell are either one of these men still in this!?
Alex screams at Jasmine, slapping his hands three times! The referee insists it was only two! Alex drags Carter to his feet and throws him roughly through the ropes and to the outside! Alex then all but ignores Jasmine as he ducks out through the ropes and goes out after his opponent! Carter falls back against the announce table and Alex moves in! Carter blocks a punch and then lands one of his own! Alex fires back! Both men are swinging wildly now, fists echoing through the crowd’s cheers!
Simone: This is no longer a wrestling match! This is a fight, pure and simple!
Carter gains control, whipping Alex into the barricade but Alex vaults over onto the railing and comes flying back over the barricade with a clothesline that takes Carter down!
Now both men are down and Jasmine begins the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Alex starts to rise!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Carter rolls into the ring, then back out to break the count but Alex, desperate, grabs him by the tights and sends him crashing into the steel steps again!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Both men barely dive into the ring in time!
Simone: Thank GOD! I would have hated to see this end in a double count out!
Lunam: Or ANY count out!
Back inside, both men are battered and bruised! Carter delivers a kick to the midsection and goes for an Irish hip but Alex reverses it! Carter comes off the far side and SPEAR! Alex cuts Carter in half!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! ANOTHER kick out!
Alex sits up, bellowing in frustration and signals for the end! He grabs Carter and nails The Dragon Sleeps!
Simone: He got it! It’s over!
Alex hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
CARTER’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!
Lunam: NO! It’s NOT over yet!
The crowd explodes as Jasmine waves it off! Alex is in disbelief, pounding the mat, veins bulging from his neck! He yells at Jasmine, backing her into a corner, shouting that it should’ve been three! She gets right back in his face as the distraction gives Carter a few precious seconds to recover!
Lunam: Don’t do it! Don’t put your hands on the referee!
Alex, fuming, turns around and right into a superkick right to the face! Alex goes down like he was shot!
Simone: But he’s not going for the cover!
Carter drags himself up the corner again, clutching his ribs. He climbs the top rope and waits as Alex stumbles to his feet. Carter leaps and hits the Fruit Fly! Carter crashes down, snapping Alex’s neck with the stunner-like impact!
Lunam: It’s over!
Carter jackknifes Alex in half for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICK OUT!
Lunam: HE KICKED OUT! Alex Jones just kicked out from the Fruit Fly!
Alex barely gets his shoulder up at the last second! Carter collapses beside him, eyes wide in disbelief! The crowd can’t believe it either! Jasmine shows him two fingers, and Carter runs his hands through his hair, gasping for air! He sits up, looking out at the crowd.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Simone: Indeed it is!
Carter drags Alex up, but Alex swings wildly with an elbow, hitting the champion in the jaw! Carter stumbles, and Alex ducks behind him and hits a high angle belly to back! Alex is slow to rise but he grabs the ropes and drags himself to his feet! He then steps out through the ropes and begins a slow and painful ascent to the top! This gives Carter enough time to get some air in him and he stumbles to the same corner and climbs up the turnbuckles! The two men then begin to trade blows at the top of the corner! A forearm almost sends Alex tumbling backwards from his perch but the Hall of Famer fends Carter off, jabbing him in the eye with his thumb! Ale grabs two handfuls of his hair and slams his head down and into the turnbuckles! Alex begins to stand up…
Lunam: Oh what is Alex going to do now!?
Alex answers this by jumping over Carter and bringing him crashing down with a sunset bomb!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Carter rolls backwards and jackknifes Alex again, somersaulting over into a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The roof blows off the arena!
Lunam: He did it!!!
Simone: Carter surprised Alex Jones with that reversal and got the win!
Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL World Heavyweight Champion! HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER!!!
Carter rolls away, gasping, clutching his midsection. Alex sits up in shock, hands on his head, disbelief etched on his face! Jasmine raises Carter’s arm as the ring announcer hands him the championship belt!
Simone: Carter is STILL the World Champion! He has now silenced all doubters as to whether or not he belongs at the top, representing SCW!
Lunam: Look at Alex! He can’t believe it!
Helluva Bottom Carter stands on the second rope, arms spread wide, the World Heavyweight Championship raised high for everyone to see. The crowd’s on their feet, confetti still fluttering through the air. His music thunders through the arena, the celebration of a hard-fought triumph.
Simone: What a match! What a champion! Helluva Bottom Carter just proved once again that he belongs at the top of this company!
Lunam: That was one for the ages, Belinda. Alex Jones threw everything he had at him and Carter still walked out with the gold. This is what world champions are made of!
Carter turns back to raise the belt again to the roaring fans when suddenly the crowd erupts into confusion! A blur slides under the bottom rope from the crowd side, a man in black jeans, dark boots, and a smoldering fury on his face…
It’s ALEXANDER RAVEN!
Simone: Wait a minute! THAT’S ALEXANDER RAVEN! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!
Raven rips the championship belt right out of Carter’s hands from behind! The crowd gasps as Carter spins around and Raven cracks Carter in the skull with the very belt he just stole! The metallic smack echoes through the arena. Carter’s body goes limp, collapsing to the mat in a heap, blood trickling from a cut above his brow!
Lunam: Oh my GOD! He just blasted the World Champion in the head with his own title!
Simone: This is disgusting! Carter’s been through a war already! What is Raven’s problem!?
Raven looms over Carter, breathing heavily, the championship belt hanging from his hand. His eyes are cold, expression unreadable. But before he can even smirk, Alex Jones pulls himself up, spots Raven, and charges! He spins Raven around and starts unloading punches!
Simone: Alex Jones is going after Raven! These two have history and Alex is NOT letting him get away with this!
Jones batters Raven with right hands! A final blow sends him down to one knee but then Raven lunges up and swings a vicious uppercut straight between Alex’s legs!
Lunam: OH NO! LOW BLOW! ALEX RAVEN JUST WENT LOW!
Jones collapses to the mat in agony, gasping! The crowd’s boos are deafening now! Raven kneels there for a moment, sneering, brushing his hair from his face. Then he grabs Jones by the head, drags him up and hooks him in a front facelock right above the fallen championship belt….
Simone: No… don’t you do it!
Lunam: Not on the belt! Not on the…!
DDT!!! Raven spikes Alex Jones head-first onto the World Title! The thud is brutal. Alex’s body goes limp! He lies motionless next to Carter, who’s still barely conscious on the mat! The crowd unleashes a tidal wave of boos!
Simone: What the hell is WRONG with this man!?
Raven sits up, smirking. His breathing slows as he looks down at the destruction he’s caused, two of the top stars in the company laid out cold at his feet. He grabs the World Heavyweight Championship belt, staring down at it. Slowly, deliberately, he rises to his feet. The arena lights catch the gold plating as he raises it high over his head!
Simone: This is absolutely vile! Alexander Raven had NO business out here and now he’s standing over two men who gave everything tonight, holding the championship like it’s HIS!
Lunam: That’s not his belt! Carter earned that tonight! But Raven just made a statement, Belinda. A violent, shocking statement.
The camera zooms in on Raven’s face, eyes cold, an eerie calm replacing the chaos. The crowd rains hatred down upon him, chanting!
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Raven slings the championship belt over his shoulder. He looks down at Carter one last time, gives a small, sinister grin, and steps through the ropes. As he backs up the ramp, he lifts the title high again — defiant, arrogant, claiming ownership with his body language alone!
Simone: He’s STEALING the championship! That belt doesn’t belong to him!
Lunam: Raven’s sending a message to the entire world! He doesn’t care who's the champion, he doesn’t care what it takes! He’s putting everyone on notice. Alexander Raven has just hijacked the top prize in this company!
Raven pauses at the top of the stage, turning back toward the ring. The camera pans to the scene of devastation:
Helluva Bottom Carter, the real champion, lying motionless, one arm draped over his head!
Alex Jones, clutching his neck, barely moving, his eyes glazed! The ring canvas scattered with confetti, now stained with sweat and blood. Raven raises the belt one final time as pyro explodes behind him. His lips curl into a chilling smile!
Simone: He’s walking out with the gold! Alexander Raven has stolen the World Heavyweight Championship!
Lunam: And judging by that look in his eyes, he’s not planning on giving it back anytime soon!
The last image before the show fades to black is Raven standing tall on the stage, championship in hand, looking every bit the unholy conqueror.
Fade out.
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!