Cheesy, bouncy show tune music bursts through the arena speakers, all brass, sparkle, and camp. The stage lights flicker pink and lime as Amanda Hugginkiss glides out through the curtain like she owns not just the building, but the concept of entrances itself. She stays on the stage, posing at the top of the ramp with one hand on her hip and the other dramatically clutching a pink feather boa that trails down to her knee. Her outfit is unapologetically extra, a lime green leopard print number that hugs every curve, shimmering under the lights with matching heels and oversized earrings that sway every time she turns her head.

The crowd pops huge for her. Amanda closes her eyes, tilts her chin up, and theatrically fans herself with one hand like she might faint from the adoration.

Amanda: Oh my sweet darlings, thank you, thank you, keep that love coming, I moisturize in applause!

She gives a little sniff and snort through her nose, amused with herself before continuing.

Amanda: Welcome to the show, everybody, and welcome to the great state of Washington. Oop, listen to me sounding official. I feel like I should be cutting a ribbon with giant scissors and a borrowed mayor.

She struts a few steps across the stage, twirling the boa.

Amanda: I spent a little time in downtown Kent today. Lovely place, wonderful people. I asked one very kind barista for a shot of espresso and she looked me straight in the face and said, honey, you do not need any more energy. I felt personally attacked, spiritually diagnosed, and moderately seen.

The audience laughs and cheers.

Amanda scans ringside and locks onto a married couple in matching SCW shirts.

Amanda: Oh hello, matching shirts, matching smiles, matching wedding bands, look at you two all in love and coordinated. I know a married couple when I see one, because the husband has that face that says yes dear before the question is finished.

The crowd oohs and laughs. The husband mock bows while the wife points at him and nods in exaggerated agreement.

Amanda: Ma’am, you are glowing tonight. Sir, bless your heart, you are trying your very best and that is what marriage is really all about.

She pats her chest, feigning emotion.

Amanda: Alright, Kent, enough foreplay. It is time to begin this evening properly.

She lifts the microphone with a dramatic flourish, eyes sparkling.

Amanda: With a song.

Her entrance tune cuts. A new music cue for her opening performance kicks in as lights shift across the stage and the crowd surges with anticipation.

Amanda: I shaved both legs and half my dignity
Steamed my wig and charged my batteries
Lit twelve candles, set a sexy scene
Then got ghosted by a man named Dean

I bought new lace that could start a fire
Practiced six looks labeled soft desire
Doorbell never rang, just my food app guy
He said happy Valentine’s, I said don’t make me cry

My texts said you up, his text said seen
My night got canceled by a man with a ring light and a dream
I’m not rejected, I’m selectively booked
But my mattress gave me that judgmental look

Didn’t get laid on Valentine’s Day
All dressed up with nowhere to misbehave
I had champagne, whipped cream, and an unpaid tab
Ended up in full glam eating snacks in drag

Didn’t get laid on Valentine’s Day
Cupid took one look and walked away
If love is a game, then I got benched
Still looked expensive while emotionally clenched

I wore a corset tight enough to summon spirits
Sent a risky selfie, got a thumbs-up, are you kidding
He said maybe later, I said that’s cute
Then blocked him, blessed him, and changed my boots

My ex sent hey at 1:02
I sent back sorry, wrong goddess, who
Tried a dating app with my good side lit
Matched with three men and all of them named Chris

One said host, one said chill
One said can’t drive, one said split bill
I want romance with bad decisions
Not a grown man asking for directions

Didn’t get laid on Valentine’s Day
I had lingerie and unresolved rage
Did a full reveal for my bathroom mirror
Then tipped myself and called myself dearer

Didn’t get laid on Valentine’s Day
Still served body, face, and dismay
No roses, no kisses, no bedroom parade
Just me, my playlist, and a petty cabaret

I’m not heartbroken, just underused
My heels were high, my options confused
If no one’s worthy, that’s fine by me
I still got cake and superior knees

Spoken break (milk this with attitude)
Ladies, lovers, and liars in denial
If he says let’s vibe, that means no profile
If she says situationship, run for your life
If they say trust me, hide your wig and your Wi-Fi

Didn’t get laid on Valentine’s Day
But I made that heartbreak pay and pay
Blew a kiss to the moon, then lowered the shade
Had a solo encore and a standing ovation, babe

Didn’t get laid on Valentine’s Day
But I still won best dressed in disarray
Cupid missed, I did not fade
I’m celibate tonight and still getting paid

No date, no mate, no midnight raid
But this queen turned thirst into a whole-ass upgrade
So if love won’t come, I’ll still slay the stage
Happy Valentine’s, now somebody refill my rage

Amanda’s opening number hits its final pose in a burst of glittering light and brassy flourish, and the accesso ShoWare Center explodes with cheers, whistles, and pounding applause. Amanda stands center stage with one hand over her chest, eyes wide in mock surprise like she cannot possibly believe this much love is for her, then gives a dramatic little bashful smile and turns one shoulder as if she might melt from the attention. The crowd gets louder. She eats up every second of it.

Then, with perfect comic timing, Amanda lifts her hand and makes a looping come-on gesture, silently demanding even more. The audience roars on cue, louder than before, a wall of sound crashing back at the stage. Amanda fans herself, laughs, and throws a few exaggerated air kisses toward the lower bowl, then sweeps into a deep curtsy, feather boa spilling around her like a bright pink cloud. She blows one final kiss to the hard cam, pivots with a flourish, and vanishes behind the curtains as the theme stinger fades.

Cut to ringside.

At the broadcast desk, Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam are already live, framed by the roaring crowd behind them and the six-sided ring gleaming under the arena lights.

Belinda is polished and camera-sharp in a fitted ivory blazer over a satin emerald shell top, paired with tailored charcoal trousers and pointed heels visible beneath the desk when she shifts her posture. A slim gold watch, neat hoop earrings, and a flawless blowout complete the look, all business, all confidence, all prime-time anchor energy.

Next to her, Erik Lunam brings a younger, rebellious edge. He wears cropped black trousers with chunky boots, a sheer mesh shirt under a fitted black jacket, layered silver chains, multiple rings, black painted nails, and a subtle hit of eyeliner that gives him that modern alt-rock snarl. The vibe is unapologetically bold and a little glam-punk, very much in the vein of Yungblud-inspired street-stage fashion.

Simone: What a way to kick off the night, Kent, Washington is absolutely alive, and welcome everyone to a historic evening. This is the debut of Sin City Wrestling in Kent, the very first SCW event in the entire state of Washington, and it is all part of General Manager Evelyn Hall’s expansion tour.

Lunam: Ah, would ye listen to this place, Belinda, they’re molten already and we haven’t even had the first bell. Washington’s brought pure chaos in the best way, and if this is stop one, then the rest o’ this run is gonna be madness from coast to coast.

Simone: The expansion does not end here. We are traveling city to city, market to market, bringing SCW to fresh crowds across the United States and into Canada, and if tonight is any indication, every stop is about to become must-see television.

Lunam: Too right. New arenas, new energy, new trouble. Ye can feel people tryin’ to make their names on every leg o’ this tour. And I’ve heard a wee whisper, just a tiny one now, that next cycle’s first special tour might be themed in a way fans will never forget.

Simone: We are not giving too much away yet, but yes, there are already big ideas in motion, and if those plans come together, the next tour concept could be one of the most talked-about in SCW history.

Lunam: I’m tellin’ ye now, if Hall lights that fuse, the whole roster will have to sprint or get left behind.

Simone: And all of this momentum points to one destination, Blaze of Glory XV. The Road to Blaze of Glory is officially underway, and every result, every rivalry, every championship shift from this point forward has major consequences.

Lunam: That’s the truth of it. No coasting, no hiding, no second chances for the slow starters. If ye want gold at Blaze, ye start stackin’ wins tonight, simple as that.

Simone: We have a loaded card, huge stakes, and a crowd ready to erupt at every turn.

Lunam: Strap in, folks, this one’s gonna move fast and hit hard.

Simone: We are about to run down tonight’s matches and tell you exactly what is on deck here at Climax Control.

Lunam: Lads and lassies, what a way to light the fuse tonight, because here comes The Angry Cop himself, Liam Davis, a man wound tighter than barbed wire and marchin’ straight toward his personal demon, Anthrax, at Blaze of Glory XV. But before he gets that war, he’s got to survive right here, right now against Celtic Thunder, Ciaran Doyle, and that is no gentle warm-up, that’s a full-on storm front. Ciaran’s proud, ruthless, and stubborn as winter stone, and if Liam’s head is even a step too far ahead thinkin’ about Anthrax, Doyle’ll punish him for every second of it. This opener is gonna be loud, nasty, and fierce, and somebody’s road to Blaze gets cracked before the night’s barely begun.

Simone: Up next, the intensity keeps climbing as Cassie Wolfe steps into action with major momentum on her mind, because Blaze of Glory XV is looming and so is her championship opportunity against Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas. But before she can focus on title gold, Cassie has a very dangerous test tonight in Zenna Zdunich, one half of the formidable Zdunich sisters and a competitor known for speed, precision, and unshakable composure under pressure. A win for Cassie strengthens her claim heading into the biggest challenge of her season, while a win for Zenna could completely reshape the Bombshell conversation in one night.

Lunam: Now this one’s got fireworks written all over it, because LJ Kasey is barrelin’ toward a powder-keg showdown with Brandon Hendrix at Blaze of Glory XV, but tonight he’s got a very different headache in front of him, third-generation superstar Brayden Williams. Brayden’s got pedigree, swagger, and the kind of spoiled-rich confidence that makes ye want to smack the grin off him, but don’t let the attitude fool ye, the lad can fight when the pressure’s on. LJ’ll want to send a message before Blaze, no doubt, but if he’s even a touch distracted by Hendrix, Brayden will pounce and turn this into a long, miserable night. This one could be slick, nasty, and wildly personal before it’s done.

Simone: The stakes only get higher from here as two men with championship futures collide tonight, Ryan Keys, the number one challenger to the Roulette Championship, goes one-on-one with Alexander Raven, who is set to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship at Blaze of Glory XV. This is a rare matchup where both competitors are fighting for momentum, credibility, and psychological advantage before the biggest title opportunities of their careers. A statement win here could shift the entire landscape heading into Blaze, because when two top contenders meet, somebody’s championship march gains speed and somebody else’s suddenly hits resistance.

Lunam: Ah now this is pure mayhem, the Triple Threat Final of the Bombshell Internet Qualifier, and there’s no place to hide in a fight like this. Ye’ve got devious, dangerous Bea Barnhart, crafty as a fox and twice as nasty, fast-risin’ Amelia Reynolds with that hungry, all-guns-blazin’ energy, and Alexandra Calaway, always ready, always lethal, and never short on killer instinct. First woman to score the pin books her ticket straight to Blaze of Glory XV for a crack at Victoria Lyons and the Bombshell Internet Championship, so expect chaos, expect shortcuts, and expect somebody to steal it in the blink of an eye.

Simone: Tonight’s Main Event is exactly what Climax Control is all about, champion versus champion in a true Clash of Champions as Bombshell Internet Champion Victoria Lyons meets Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas in a blockbuster showdown with massive implications for the Road to Blaze of Glory XV. This is elite versus elite, power versus precision, confidence versus cunning, and while no additional title is on the line tonight, momentum, pride, and psychological advantage absolutely are. When two reigning champions collide under the brightest lights, the entire Bombshell division pays attention, because the winner walks into Blaze with undeniable authority. All this and more on SCW Climax Control!

Cameras are in the locker room as Liam got hold of a horn and a fake clown wooden head he got from the woods in Jacksonville, Florida forest and he holds it up, even if he hates this camera time, but he had the clown wooden head with a clown horn and it caused him to freak out about it. But there was something else in the locker room he spotted that he freaked out on, the clown costume as he shouts this.

Liam Davis: Stop fucking around with me with your signs of wanting to murder me, Anthrax you piece of scum. I'm going to destroy you at the Supershow and end this crap once and for all.

That was all Liam could say as you could see the tense in his body language of fear and ran away from his locker room, not to be seen again as cameras go elsewhere in the arena.

The camera catches Ciarán Doyle in the wardrobe area, standing relaxed near a rolling rack of gear bags and spare ring jackets while Janet the Makeup Lady kneels in front of him, working carefully at the lace running up the side of his tights, the cutout panel exposing skin from shin to hip.

Ciarán: Sorry, Janet, honestly. I wasn’t sure who else t’ask. Felt a bit wrong askin’ one of the lads in the locker room to sort me lace.

Janet the Makeup Lady: It’s alright, sweetheart, this is literally my job. Better me fixing it now than your gear giving up on live TV.

She tugs the lace snug and smirks.

Janet the Makeup Lady: This way we can keep you from busting out of these tights in front of thousands of people.

Ciarán grins.

Ciarán: Accidentally, at least.

Janet pauses, looks up with a raised eyebrow. Ciarán smooths his long red hair back over his shoulder, smile widening.

Ciarán: Long story.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Oh, I bet it is an interesting one.

From around the corner, Pussy Willow steps into frame, then freezes at what she first thinks she’s seeing, Ciarán from behind and Janet on her knees in front of him. She clears her throat loudly.

Pussy Willow: Should I come back at a more... convenient time?

Ciarán twists at the waist to look back. Janet leans to the side to grab the loose lace and the scene instantly makes sense. Pussy Willow puts a hand over her heart, tilts her head toward the ceiling.

Pussy Willow: Oh thank God!

Janet blinks up at her.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Did we miss something?

Pussy Willow: Never mind, never mind.

She steps in, amused, lifting her mic.

Pussy Willow: Mind if I steal a word with Janet’s supermodel?

Ciarán starts to answer, but Janet snaps her fingers at his hip.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Don’t move around, Doyle.

He lifts both hands in surrender and stands still.

Pussy Willow: Fair. Ciarán, it’s almost time for your opening match against Liam Davis. Any last minute thoughts for everyone about your opponent?

Ciarán goes quiet for a second, eyes lowering like he’s turning it over. He slowly shakes his head once before speaking.

Ciarán: I said me piece a couple days ago, yeah? I hope Liam paid close enough attention, because I’d hate to embarrass him too much before he has t’go into Blaze of Glory XV against a clown.

He shifts his jaw, expression tightening.

Ciarán: Liam’s a perpetually angry man. It’s like he’s got a permanent case of PMS.

He blinks, immediately glancing between Janet and Pussy Willow.

Ciarán: Ah, sorry, was that crass?

Janet snorts. Pussy Willow grins.

Janet the Makeup Lady: I’ve heard worse before lunch.

Pussy Willow: You’re fine, keep going.

Ciarán nods.

Ciarán: Right then. What I mean is simple, he’s always angry. Angry men make mistakes. And that’s the edge I fully intend t’take advantage of.

Janet gives the final pull on the lace and pats the side of his tights like she’s sealing a deal.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Done. It’ll take the jaws of life to get you out of those now.

Ciarán offers her his hand and helps her up to her feet.

Ciarán: Janet, thank you. Truly.

He gives Pussy Willow a polite nod.

Ciarán: Cheers, Pussy. You two have a good one.

With that, he turns and heads down the corridor toward Gorilla Position, shoulders loose, stride steady, game face settling in as the camera holds on him for a beat before cutting away.

Justin: The following opening contest is scheduled for one fall!

The arena lights drop into darkness with only a thin gold line glows across the stage. A hush ripples through the crowd. Then Antti Martikainen’s Lords of Iron erupts, deep drums, metallic Celtic strings, and a rising battle rhythm that shakes the air. On the very first swell of the melody, a spotlight snaps to life at the top of the ramp and Ciarán Doyle steps into it.

The crowd erupts instantly with cheers, signs waving, fans on their feet!

Justin: Making his way to the ring! From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland! Weighing 167 pounds! He is the Dawnhart Ciarán Doyle!

The introduction echoes as Ciarán begins his walk, the battle-charged rhythm matching the sway of his steps. He slips off the stage and moves down the ramp with a fluid, dancer’s glide, every motion smooth, confident, magnetic. Fans reach out and he meets them with touches of high fives, warm nods, quick smiles that light up his whole face.

At ringside he pauses, hands the nearest fan another white feather, then slides under the bottom rope with effortless grace. He rises in one fluid motion and heads straight for the corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle. He spreads his arms as the camera catches his hair falling over his shoulder as he leans forward, inviting the crowd’s roar.

Ciarán hops down, runs a hand through his hair, and circles the ring with a focused calm settling in. The showman’s smile fades into a warrior’s readiness. He grips the top rope, testing its spring, body relaxed but poised, centered and prepared.

The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the center of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.

Simone: Look at the composure. Ciarán Doyle can wrestle any style, any pace, any opponent. If he can keep this one moving, that speed and creativity are going to be a nightmare for Liam Davis.

Lunam: Aye, no doubt at all, Belinda. The lad glides like a dancer but fights like a man who’s survived storms. If Liam makes one mistake, Ciarán will tie him in knots and send him flyin.

Justin: And his opponent!

Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davis, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.

Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davis!

Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.

Simone: Here comes trouble in a chest protector. Liam Davis has been bulldozing people with that brawler power game, and with Anthrax waiting at Blaze of Glory XV, he needs momentum tonight.

Lunam: Needs it, sure, but he also needs his head right. Anthrax is chaos in boots, and Liam has looked a wee bit rattled whenever clown mind games come near him. You can laugh it off all day, but fear finds cracks in a fighter.

Simone: No question, and against a technician like Ciarán, any crack in focus becomes a canyon.

Jasmine St. John enters the ring. She checks both competitors, gives a final warning to keep it clean, then points to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Liam storms forward with a hard collar-and-elbow tie-up, immediately driving Ciarán backward to the ropes and pressing his forearm under the jaw. Jasmine gets in close and starts the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Liam breaks at four, palms up like he did nothing wrong, then slaps Ciarán sharply across the side of the head on the way out. The crowd showers him with boos while Ciarán absorbs it, nods once, and circles out. They lock up again, Ciarán drops levels, snakes behind, and slips into a rolling arm capture triangle on the mat, trapping Liam’s arm and neck with elegant precision. Liam muscles up, tries to stack, but Ciarán transitions fluidly to a grounded headscissors with a graceful bridge, showing off core strength as he squeezes and arches, forcing Liam to flail toward the ropes. Liam gets a hand on the bottom strand and Jasmine orders the break. Ciarán releases clean, backs up with palms open, then flicks his wrists in a playful invitation as the crowd pops.

Simone: That is exactly what Ciarán wanted, force Liam to wrestle, make him uncomfortable, make him impatient.

Lunam: Aye, and impatience in a big man is like puttin petrol on a bonfire.

Liam lunges with punches, thick body shots that thud against ribs, then a clubbing forearm to the back of the neck. He scoops Ciarán and plants him with a backbreaker across his knee, folding him like a hinge before hurling him down with contempt. Liam drags him up again, whips him hard to the corner, and blasts in with a running clothesline that crushes the smaller man against the turnbuckles. Ciarán stumbles out and gets flattened by a running bulldog, Liam’s weight driving him face-first into canvas. Liam hooks a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Ciarán fires a shoulder up and rolls away, blinking through the pain. Liam cuts him off with a kick to the spine, then hauls him into a delayed vertical hold and transitions into a nasty brainbuster that spikes Ciarán near center ring. Liam paces in a tight circle, jawing at the crowd, then drags Ciarán toward the ropes by the wrist and dumps him through the middle strand to the floor, following instantly with predatory intent.

Simone: This is where Liam gets mean, and this is dangerous territory for Ciarán.

On the outside, Liam slams Ciarán spine-first into the barricade, then whips him shoulder-first into the steel steps with a violent clang that makes the front row recoil. He shoves Ciarán under the bottom rope, breaks the count, then pulls him back outside again just to punish him more, ramming him into the apron edge and driving repeated body shots into the kidneys.

Jasmine leans through the ropes and begins counting as Liam keeps roughing him up near the announce table.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Liam finally throws Ciarán back inside at seven, slides in at eight, and immediately clamps on an STF in the center, wrenching the face and neck while grinding a forearm across the mouth. Ciarán claws for inches, hips twisting, boots scraping, then threads a leg over and rolls through to break pressure. Liam pops up furious and punts him in the side before dragging him to a seated position for a heavy running kick to the chest. Ciarán falls backward, coughing, and Liam covers again.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Liam argues the count, jabbing a finger toward Jasmine, then turns right into a stiff spinning backfist from Ciarán that cracks flush on the jaw. The pace flips in an instant. Ciarán hits the ropes, launches a running sling blade that slices Liam down, springs back up, then nails a flying forearm smash that sends sweat spraying into the lights. The crowd rises as Ciarán snaps off a running headscissors takedown, whipping Liam across the ring with crisp rotational force, then follows with a rolling sobat kick to the midsection and a leg sweep into standing moonsault combo that lands clean across the chest.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Liam powers out and shoves Ciarán away, but Ciarán keeps the rhythm, catches the wrist, spins through, and plants a snap suplex with a float-over cover, bridging his hips low and tight.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Simone: This is the danger zone for Liam, he is getting dragged into deep water by speed and precision.

Lunam: Doyle’s flow is gorgeous and vicious all at once, the lad’s strikin like poetry and hittin like thunder.

Ciarán pulls Liam up and fires a roundhouse crescent kick that clips temple and ear, staggering the powerhouse into a corner. Ciarán sprints in with a jumping corner dropkick, both boots smashing Liam’s chest. Liam slumps seated against the bottom turnbuckle, and the audience starts buzzing before Ciarán explodes forward with a running double knee strike that crashes into the sternum. He bounces off, takes two quick steps, then drills a handspring elbow in the corner with dancer-like execution, snapping Liam’s head sideways.

Liam lurches out on instinct, and Ciarán catches him with a beautiful Northern Lights suplex, bridged perfectly, shoulders stacked high.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Liam barely escapes, rolling to his side. Ciarán rises above him, chest heaving, adrenaline surging as the crowd chants his name. He looks down at Liam, smirks, then with the arena roaring in anticipation, grinds his hips over him in pure showman swagger, a playful taunt that detonates the audience into thunderous cheers. In the same motion, Ciarán drops to his knees across Liam’s shoulders for a quick, cheeky press pin, hands planted for leverage.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Simone: Ciarán just embarrassed him and nearly beat him right there!

Lunam: Jaysus, Belinda, Liam just got a front-row view of Ciarán’s finest, right in the kisser, and he did not enjoy the scenery one bit!

Reckless is exactly what follows. Liam surges up with a roar and nearly cuts Ciarán in half with a brutal clothesline. He drags Ciarán up from the hair, hoists him, and plants a spinebuster so hard the ring visibly shakes. Without wasting motion, Liam stacks him in a jackknife cover, folding him tight.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Ciarán escapes at the last breath. Liam wastes no time, deadlifts him to the top rope, climbs, and hammers short forearms before launching a superplex from high altitude. Both men crash hard, but Liam rolls through first and hooks both legs deep.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

The crowd erupts at the resilience. Liam sits up in disbelief, then drags Ciarán into a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching the shoulder and elbow with cruel precision for a brawler who suddenly remembers he can maim. Ciarán grimaces, boots kicking, then rolls through the pressure and threads into a seated abdominal stretch transition on the mat, using leverage and body angle to force Liam to post. Liam clubs free with hammerfists, then sprints into the ropes for momentum and eats a springboard dropkick flush to the face on the rebound, Ciarán timing it to perfection.

Both men are down. Jasmine starts the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

They rise at seven, trading center ring. Liam throws heavy right hands. Ciarán fires sharp palm strikes and a spinning backfist. Liam answers with a knee to the gut and a DDT attempt, but Ciarán spins out, rebounds, and lands a running high knee to the jaw that snaps Liam backward into the corner. Ciarán charges, but Liam catches him mid-air, turns, and slams him with another backbreaker. Liam goes for one more spinebuster, but Ciarán slips off behind, shoves Liam chest-first into the buckles, and rockets to the apron.

Simone: Ciarán is thinking big, this could be the turning point.

Ciarán springboards in for Aengus Flight, a running springboard crossbody that crashes across Liam and sends both men tumbling. Liam rolls to the ropes, dazed, then spills to the floor trying to regroup. Ciarán sees it, takes one quick breath, hits the far ropes, and flies over the top with an Asai moonsault to the floor, wiping Liam out beside the barricade in a spectacular arc that brings the crowd to its feet.

Jasmine starts the count on the outside chaos.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Ciarán rises first, clutching his ribs, pulls Liam up, and sends him back inside at seven. Ciarán climbs the turnbuckles, perches on the top rope, then hops down when Liam stirs too quickly. Liam swings wild, Ciarán ducks, lands a rolling sobat kick, then a final roundhouse crescent that buckles the knees. He points to the corner, the arena volume climbing like a wave. Liam is down, spread near center. Ciarán ascends to the top rope, balances with catlike control, then clasps his hands overhead like a drawn bow.

Lunam: There it is, there it is, the Arrow of Óg is loaded.

Ciarán launches. He twists in a breathtaking corkscrew moonsault, hands still clasped through the rotation, and crashes down perfectly across Liam’s chest and midsection, impact and artistry fused into one devastating finish. He hooks both legs tight, forehead pressed to the canvas as Jasmine drops for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, Ciarán Doyle!

The building erupts in cheers as Ciarán rolls to his knees, exhausted and glowing with triumph. He accepts Jasmine’s raised hand, then bows to all sides of the arena. Liam sits in the corner, furious, breathing hard, one hand on his jaw and the other slamming the mat in frustration after coming within inches several times. Ciarán steps to the ropes, points to the crowd, then taps his heart before climbing the turnbuckles to salute them again.

Simone: What an opening match. Liam Davis brought violence, power, and absolute intent, but Ciarán Doyle weathered the storm, adjusted, and stole the night with precision and heart.

Lunam: A brilliant scrap from both men. Liam looked dangerous, no doubt, but Doyle stayed brave in the fire and struck like lightning when the moment came. And if I’m Anthrax watchin this backstage, I’m grinnin, because Liam’s temper nearly cost him everythin before Blaze of Glory XV.

Simone: Ciarán Doyle with a statement victory, and Liam Davis heads into his showdown with Anthrax carrying bruises, questions, and maybe a few demons of his own. What a way to start the night.

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FATAL FOURWAY LADDER MATCH
#1 CONTENDER ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
Zayvion Lyons vs Ciaran Doyle vs “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart vs Brayden Hilton

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Backstage the door into the administration office opens and Kayla Richards steps out. She takes a deep breath shaking her head as we see a small glimpse of Christian Underwood inside with his arms folded over his chest. The door shuts and Kayla steps forward interrupted by the voice of Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Kayla have you got a minute? I would like to ask you about who your next challenge could be for the bombshells championship and if you think Crystal deserves a rematch or if you and Frankie are going to go against each other again

Kayla Richards: Youre asking me like I’m the champion

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You are…

Kayla laughs and shakes her head before stepping forward, locking eyes with Rocky with an expression that can only be described as angry and frustrated.

Kayla Richards: Am I? Where’s my championship? Where is it? I beat Crystal last week and took that championship back. Just like I said I would. I became a three time world bombshells champion and instead of being able to hold that championship above my head and proclaimed to the world that I’m the best I was robbed with that opportunity by a selfish old crone who was never going to get close to it.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But you are the champion. In the record books it says that you are our world champion. What are your plans going forward?

She takes a deep breath closing her eyes and re-entering herself before reaching forward and taking the SCW branded microphone out of Rocky‘s hands.

Kayla Richards: My plans? My plans are to defend the world bombshells championship. But before I can go ahead with my plan, I have to get the physical championship into my hands. So, Mercedes Vargas. You wretched waste. Your whole plan to go after crystal so you could become the plan has fallen apart. You had this whole idea to follow her around and gain her trust and keep that championship on her long enough that you could end up backstabbing her getting yourself a match for that championship and then picking the bones so you could become the bombshells champion again. Good plan. A bit of deception and a bit of betrayal. It never goes away does it?

But your plan failed. Your plan failed because Crystal ran into me

And because you had already turned your back on her and because you had already screwed up, you could not interfere on her behalf to keep the championship around the waist. So when she faced me, she had to face the best of the best in a one-on-one match and she failed to hold up her end of the little bargain didn’t she? She failed to keep that championship that you wanted to take from her so badly. And now what? What are you left with? You are now a sad sorry old woman whose plans fell apart and you are holding a championship that isn’t yours. And what’s worse? You think that you are going to be able to keep keep holding it hostage. That’s cute. I know you are going to be required to be here next week. So here’s what’s going to happen Mercedes.

I am giving you one week. One week to surrender that championship. You don’t have to give it to me. You can give it to that bitch general manager, you can give it to Christian, you can leave it with one of the referees, you can hand deliver it to my hotel room with some cupcakes and a fucking apology for all I care. But,, if you do not give that championship to someone to give to me or hand it over then next week I’m going to find you and I’m going to take it by force. I am going to beat the living hell out of you take that championship and leave you in a pool of your own blood. That is my immediate plan Rocky.

Kayla hands the microphone back to Rocky Mountains turning and storming off down the hallway sending some production assistance scattering away.

Rocky blinks a few times and hold the microphone back back up to her lips.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Uh..I…thank you….Kayla…

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Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…

The opening riff of “Wolf Within” hits the speakers and once the lyrics kick in Cassie Wolfe emerges from the back excited to start the match, with her hands on her leather jacket’s sides the rookie wrestler turns her back to the crowd, Joshua Acquin soon joins her, applauding his charge.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, from Greenock, South Australia and now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe!

When her name is announced Cassie spins around flashing the metal horns sign with her left hand and clapping fans hands with the other, when she reaches the ring Cassie jumps onto the apron before giving her hair a full flip and removing her jacket to give to a stagehand, she then jumps over the top rope and into the ring, rolling to her knees and basking in the moment.

Justin: And her opponent… hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana… Zenna Zdunich…

The opening guitars of "Freeky People" by Kidneythieves hits. The lights start flashing red and purple as Zenna makes her way out to the ramp pulling the devils horns above her head. She smirks at the crowd before she runs down and slides into the ring and sits on her knees, savoring the sounds of appreciation from the crowd. She climbs up onto the top rope and pulls the horns in front of her face while her tongue hangs out and she yells like she's at a rock concert before she jumps off and waits for the match to begin.

The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the match to begin…

DING DING DING!

Zdunich steps forward and offers out a hand to Wolfe, Wolfe looks at her hand and then around the fans before taking and shaking it before pushing it away, as they then circle the ring before moving in and locking up and then jockey for position as they push and shove with both trying to get the upper hand, before Wolfe gets the upper hand and pushes Zdunich into the corner and pins her there, as the ref moves in…

Simone: Good show of respect, but Wolfe wants to get going with the action. As they circle the ring before moving in and locking up, where they jockey for position before Wolfe drives Zdunich back into the corner, but the ref forces the break.

ONE!

TWO!

Zdunich pushes back and drives Wolfe backwards and they continue to jockey for position before Wolfe breaks and grabs Zdunich wrist and locks in a wristlock and tweaks her wrist, as Zdunich drops to a knee before getting back to her feet, as she contemplates her next move, as Wolfe keeps the wrist in place as Zdunich rolls forward before quickly adjusting and then kips up and counters the wristlock of her own, where she then works over Wolfe’s wrist, which right away Wolfe looks for a way out of it as she grabs at Zdunich’s hand before hooking her free arm around Zdunich and tries to bend it backwards, which forces Zdunich to release and has to follow Wolfe and in some pain.

Lunam: But Wolfe does not release and Zdunich pushes back and they go back to jockeying in the middle of the ring before Wolfe breaks and locks in a wrist lock.

Simone: Zdunich battles back as she rolls forward and then kips up and counters, but Wolfe hunts for a way out and she does and hooks Zdunich’s arm and takes her down to the mat.

She then drags Zdunich down to the mat, where pins her there face first and her arm remaining in an arm bar. Zdunich begins to battle back, as she moves to her knees and she pushes herself forward and rolls forward, where she makes her way back to her feet and takes Wolfe with her. Once to her feet, she counters into a wristlock before dragging Wolfe in for a headlock and cranks on her head. Wolfe takes a few moments before grabbing Zdunich’s hands and pushes upwards to break the hold before countering into a headlock of her own.

Lunam: Wolfe pins Zdunich for a moment, but she quickly battles back to her feet. Once to her feet, she counters into a wristlock before into a headlock. Wolfe fights back and counters a headlock of her own.

Wolfe cranks on Zdunich’s head in reply, before breaking and grabbing Zdunich arm and locks in a hammerlock before grabbing her head and takes her down to the mat. Wolfe fires in a kick to the spine before turning and grabs Zdunich and pushes her backwards and into a pin…

Simone: Wolfe works on Zdunich’s head, before turning it into a hammerlock before sending her down to the mat and then kicks her in the spine and goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Zdunich kicks out, as she and Wolfe make their way to their feet and Wolfe pounces first as Zdunich’s mind is still on the kick to the spine, as Wolfe drives a knee into Zdunich stomach, where she grabs Zdunich’s hand and Irish whips her into the ropes and Zdunich bounces off them and ducks the wild swing from Wolfe and Zdunich leaps onto the ropes and as Wolfe turns Zdunich hits a springboard crossbody onto Wolfe, which drops Wolfe and she goes for a pin…

Lunam: Zdunich kicks out with ease, as they make their way to their feet, as Wolfe drives a knee into Zdunich’s stomach before Irish whipping her into the ropes. Zdunich dodges the wild swing, and Zdunich hits a springboard crossbody onto Wolfe and goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Wolfe kicks out, as Zdunich rolls off Wolfe and they both make their way to their feet and Zdunich moves in quicker, but Zdunich grabs Wolfe and hits an arm drag and Wolfe gets back to her feet and turns and moves to Zdunich again and again Zdunich hits another arm drag, as Wolfe moves her way back to her feet and moves to Zdunich and Zdunich hooks her arm for another arm drag but Wolfe blocks it and fires in a punch to Zdunich torso who releases and Wolfe then hits uppercut before hitting a clothesline.

Simone: Wolfe kicks out, as she and Zdunich make their way to their feet, as Wolfe seems to be the quicker of the two, but Zdunich catches Wolfe with some arm drags.

Lunam: Zdunich tries one more, but Wolfe blocks it and she fires in a punch before hitting an uppercut and then a clothesline.

Zdunich stumbles backwards and lands on her ass, as Wolfe turns and rushes in and hits the GOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!! (Running Soccer Kick to Face of Seated Opponent). Zdunich drops to her side holding her face, as Wolfe drops down and goes for a pin…

Simone: Wolfe with a kick and then goes for a pin…

ONE!

TWO!

TH…kickout!

Lunam: She kicks out.

Zdunich kicks out, as Wolfe shakes her head as she makes her way back to her feet and she turns and leaps onto the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault and connects and tries for another pin…

ONE!

TWO!

TH…kickout!

Zdunich gets her shoulder up, as Wolfe lets out a heavy breath, as moves to her feet and grabs Zdunich and drags her up and sets up for the Wolfe Hunt (double underhook DDT), but once her arms are hooked, Zdunich blocks it. Wolfe tries again and again blocked and Wolfe releases and Zdunich grabs Wolfe and hits a jawbreaker.

Simone: Zdunich kicks out, as Wolfe shakes her head before making her way to her feet, where she grabs Zdunich and looks for the Wolfe Hunt, but it is blocked a few times before Zdunich breaks free and then hits a jawbreaker.

Wolfe stumbles away holding her jaw, as Zdunich stays down as the ref moves in and checks on both women before backing off and begins a count…

ONE!

TWO!

Wolfe crawls to the ropes, while Zdunich stays down.

Lunam: Both are down.

THREE!

FOUR!

Zdunich begins to move and she gets to her hands and knees, while Wolfe gets to ropes and grabs them.

FIVE!

Wolfe rubs her jaw, as Zdunich crawls towards the ropes.

SIX!

Wolfe then moves to her feet and moves towards Zdunich, where she bends down and grabs Zdunich by her hair and drags her up, but Zdunich suddenly grabs Wolfe and drags her down and rolls her up for a surprise pin…

Simone: Wolfe is back to her feet and moves to Zdunich, but Zdunich surprises Wolfe.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Wolfe kicks out and rolls away from Zdunich and quickly moves back to her feet, she moves back to Zdunich and carefully grabs her to avoid another surprise roll up. She pulls her up and Zdunich shoves her away before following up with a standing dropkick and sends Wolfe down to the mat. Zdunich quickly crawls to Wolfe and locks in The Painkiller (Fujiwara Armbar).

Lunam: Wolfe kicks out, as Wolfe is back to her feet and moves to Zdunich, where she carefully picks her up, but Zdunich is ready for her and hits a standing dropkick before following up with the Painkiller.

Wolfe quickly shuffles herself to the ropes and gets her leg on the ropes, which Zdunich does not release straight away but the ref moves in and gets to two before Zdunich releases. Zdunich rolls away and slowly moves to her feet, as Wolfe sits up and rubs her arm and glares at Zdunich before making her way to her feet. Zdunich charges in and Wolfe is ready for her and gets an elbow up, which Zdunich stumbles back before trying again, as this time Wolfe hits a superkick.

Simone: Zdunich takes a few extra seconds with the armbar before releasing which does not impress Wolfe. Zdunich charges in but Wolfe is ready for her and catches her with a high elbow. She stumbles back but moves in again but is met with a superkick.

Zdunich stumbles backwards and Wolfe rushes forward and hits a running dropkick, which drops Zdunich. Wolfe gets back to her feet and moves to Zdunich, where she grabs her and then proceeds to set up and hit the Heir To The Wolfe (Running Powerbomb into Lung Blower.)

She then goes for a pin…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Lunam: Zdunich is in trouble here.

Simone: Heir to the Wolfe… Zdunich is done.

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Cassie Wolfe.

DING DING DING!

Wolfe’s music hits over the p.a, as she climbs off Zdunich as Zdunich rolls away, as Joshua joins Wolfe in the ring, as he raises her arm in victory.

---

The cameras open on a location somewhere outside the arena where Zayvion Lyons and Cleo Phillips are posted against the wall, as the cameras draw closer to them Zayvion begins speaking.

Zayvion Lyons: Well it looks like I get a bye this week, but ya boy is still up two, nothing. We going to see how long we can ride this train out. I know I can't stay undefeated forever, but I sure can try.

He pauses shortly.

Zayvion Lyons: I'm still learning the lay of the land around here but I'm starting to learn some things especially about our champions. I mean what can I say about Logan Hunter?

Cleo Phillips: Buster.

Zayvion Lyons: Or what could I say about Alex Jones?

Cleo Phillips: Buster.

Zayvion Lyons: What's there to say about our world champion Helluva Bottom Carter?

Cleo Phillips: Aw, he aight’.

Zayvion laughs.

Zayvion Lyons: True that, and I can't forget the gaggle of birches we have as our bombshell champions. They're just lucky Cleo here didn't decide to join the division.

Cleo Phillips: Preach!

Zayvion laughs.

Zayvion Lyons: Look, I know I'm still on the come up, but I will be a champion one day. So you all better watch out because I might come when you least expect it. For now I'm going to keep the focus on me, keep racking up some wins, and just moving forward you know. I am going to be the next big thing in this company don't believe me just watch.

Cleo Phillips: Bet.

The two dab each other up and stay posted against the wall just looking cool as the scene fades out.

---

The camera comes on behind the scenes. Concrete floors, cables taped down and crew members clearing a path without being told to. The air feels tight, like something bad is about to happen on purpose.

Miles Kasey walks toward the lens. There is no smile on his face and no rush in his steps. Absolutely ZERO theatrics just the sounds of boots hitting the floor in a steady rhythm. From off to his side, a stage hand hands him a microphone, mid-stride and he nods before he lifts it.

Miles: Well ladies and gentlemen, after last week and the victory that Carter and I gained, and seeing as we’re just a few short weeks away from Blaze of Glory, I guess I should just go ahead and put the question to bed. So, because I know he’s waiting with baited breath...Alex Jones.

He doesn’t slow down.

Miles: You took my championship. You didn’t steal it. You didn’t fluke it. You took it. And I’ve already said this once, but I’ll say it again real slow so it sinks in, titles come and go. I can live with that.

He turns a corner. Gorilla position is coming into view.

Miles: What I can’t live with, is you confusing that moment with control of my life and MY career.

He gestures around him, not stopping.

Miles: You’ve been running your mouth like you own space in my head. Like you get to define what and who I am now. Like because you’re holding gold, you’re suddenly standing above me again.

His jaw tightens.

Miles: I could easily scream this to the mountain tops to get through your head....because you’re not.

Miles stops just short of the curtain.

Miles: And since Carter and I won the match last week...I get to pick how we do this next at Blaze of Glory. I had so many amazing choices, I thought about cages, I thought about blood. I thought about making this extremely complicated.

He shakes his head.

Miles: But then I realized something.

He looks straight into the camera.

Miles: I don’t need gimmicks to hurt you.

The roar of the crowd starts to leak through the curtain.

Miles: So here’s what I chose....

Miles reaches up and grabs the curtain and “THRONE” by Bring Me The Horizon hits. The crowd explodes. Miles steps through the curtain like a man walking into a storm he invited. He doesn’t play to the crowd aside from slapping a few hands. He walks straight down the ramp, eyes forward, jaw set, the song pounding behind him like a war drum. He climbs the steps, wiping the bottom of his boots on the apron before he steps into the six-sided ring.

The music fades, but the noise doesn’t. He stands in the center of the ring and slowly turns, letting the crowd see his face.

Then he speaks.

Miles: At Blaze of Glory, it will be Champion Alex Jones taking on former champion Miles Kasey...and it will be Last. Man. Standing.

The reaction is instant.

Miles: For the SCW Internet Championship.

Miles nods once, like a verdict has been delivered.

Miles: That means no pinfalls, no submissions, no rope breaks. No hiding behind a referee when things stop going your way. There is NO RUNNING AWAY because it can fucking happen ANYWHERE within the arena, the back, the parking lot, the city, the county, the state...need I fuckin’ go on?

The crowd cheers loudly as he paces the ring now, energy building.

Miles: That means when I knock you down, Alex, the only thing that matters is whether you can force your broken beaten body back to its feet before the count hits ten.

He stops and looks straight ahead, like Alex is already standing across from him.

Miles: And if you can’t? Doesn’t matter how tough you used to be, it doesn’t matter how much you drilled into my head at Wolfslair about all the things we went over and over time and time again.

Miles’ voice hardens.

Miles: This match doesn’t end when one of us quits. It ends when one of us can’t stand anymore.

He leans forward slightly.

Miles: You wanted a fight that proves something? You got it. You wanted to see how far I’d go once I stopped pretending everything was fine?

A humorless smile flickers.

Miles: This is me being honest.

The crowd noise swells again.

Miles: You don’t get to outsmart this. You don’t get to outlast it by being clever. And you sure as hell don’t get to walk away and say you survived because I’ll keep knocking you down until the referee has no choice but to count you out. And mate, it’s WELL fucking established that I don’t give up without a huge fight.

Miles lowers the mic just enough to breathe then lifts it again.

Miles: I’m not coming to embarrass you. I’m not coming to make a statement...actually that’s a lie, I am going to make a statement when I make sure you can’t get back up.

He plants his feet in the center of the ring.

Miles: So hold that championship tight while you can. Because when it’s just you and me and there’s nowhere left to run...

Miles’ eyes burn.

Miles: I’m going to see exactly how long you last.

He drops the microphone.

---

The city isn’t awake yet.

Streetlights hum. Snow is piled in dirty, uneven mounds along the sidewalks. A lone jogger passes the frame, breath fogging the air.

We cut to the main open area of Grand Central Station and the space is nearly empty. A departure board flips mechanically.

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.

Bella Madison stands beneath it, staring at it. She has no gear bag with her. Just a long black coat, hands in pockets, shoulders slightly rounded like she’s carrying weight no one can see.

She watches the board flip.

RENO.

LAS VEGAS.

CHICAGO.

None of them are hers.

The camera holds on her face, not broken, not angry, just still.

We fade to a rural area just outside of New York City. A wide shot showing the homestead of Bella and Malachi. Still snow-covered and quiet. The barn visible in the distance.

Bella’s car pulls into frame and stops. She doesn’t get out right away. Instead, she looks at the barn and then deliberately looks away.

We switch quickly inside, where we see Máire’s toys are scattered across the living room. It’s bright and loud. Evidence of life moving forward without hesitation.

Bella steps inside, removes her coat, hangs it carefully. She pauses at the mirror by the door and studies herself.

No bruises visible and no crown. She reaches up, touches the faint shadow under her eye, not an injury.

A memory.

Bella lowers her hand and moves inside sweeping a running Máire into her arms.

We quickly see the scene switch to inside of the gym, the doors are closed and it’s dark.

The camera lingers there for a beat longer than comfortable. Nothing happens.

Back inside we see Bella sitting at the kitchen table alone. A single overhead light. A mug of coffee untouched in front of her.

Her phone lies face-up. No notifications come and she just reaches out and turns it over, face down.

The silence presses in. Bella exhales, long and slow, almost like she’s bracing for a hit that never comes.

We cut back to the barn. The nightly wind picks up. The barn doors rattle slightly but do not open.

The camera drifts past the doors and up into the dark sky.

And on the screen, in her handwriting we see:

“When the fight stops…”

“…what’s left?”

---

Referee Dawn Barnes enters the ring, checks both corners, and gives a sharp nod toward the timekeeper as the crowd builds into a restless roar.

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

Forever by Drake begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his girlfriend Carleigh Annis emerge from behind the curtains. Brayden smiles as the crowd welcomes the duo with an ovation of loud boos. He flips them off as he quickly sprints towards the ring.

Justin: Introducing first, accompanied by Carleigh Annis, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 190 pounds, the Future, Brayden Williams!

He doesn’t hesitate to slide right inside the ring where he kips up to his feet. He holds his arm proudly in the air before he does a backflip. The crowd just continues booing and that is when Carleigh begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her husband inside of the ring and claps for him. He bounces around a bit before he lays down across the ropes showcasing that he is bored.

Simone: Brayden Williams is a human highlight reel with zero respect for anybody but himself. Quick, fearless, and dirty when it suits him, he can turn one opening into a disaster for his opponent in seconds.

Lunam: Aye, the lad is pure chaos wrapped in confidence. If ye blink, ye miss three moves and a cheap shot, and that one at ringside, Carleigh, she is always pokin her nose where it does not belong.

Justin: And his opponent!

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.

Justin: Introducing his opponent, from Middleton, United Kingdom, weighing 210 pounds, LJ Kasey!

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 (opponent), who stands waiting in the ring.

Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.

He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving (opponents name), and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.

Lunam: Listen to this place, Simone, they know LJ Kasey is one of the brightest young stars in this company, and tonight he gets a nasty tune-up before he meets Brandon Hendrix at Blaze of Glory XV.

Simone: Exactly. Hendrix is waiting at the pay-per-view, but Brayden Williams is dangerous right now. If Kasey loses focus for one heartbeat, the Future will steal this match and laugh while doing it.

Dawn calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

They circle with careful footwork, Kasey taller and composed, Brayden bouncing on the balls of his feet like a spring-loaded trap. Brayden shoots in first, snags a side headlock, and grinds pressure into the temple. Kasey plants, shifts hips, and peels him off into a standing wristlock, twisting the arm high. Brayden cartwheels through to relieve pressure and answers with a sharp armdrag takedown, then another, then a kip-up that draws a rain of boos and one smug grin. Kasey stands, dusts himself off, and claps once, almost amused. They tie up again, Kasey turns it into a waistlock, drags Brayden backward, and pops him with a snap German suplex that folds the heel onto his shoulders for an early pin attempt.

ONE!

Kick out!

Brayden scrambles out, rolls to a knee, and eats a stiff roundhouse kick to the chest that cracks through the arena. Kasey whips him to the ropes, lowers his shoulder for a lift, but Brayden flips over his back, lands behind, and nails a jumping neckbreaker that spikes Kasey to the mat. Brayden springs to his feet, runs the ropes, and drops a somersault legdrop across the throat. He follows with a cocky cover, one arm draped like he already won.

ONE!

Kick out!

Lunam: That lazy cover will cost ye against a machine like Kasey, no doubt about it.

Simone: Brayden wants to humiliate him, not just beat him. Against LJ, that is playing with fire.

Brayden drags Kasey up and peppers him with forearms, then rams a knee to the ribs and shoots him into the corner. He sprints in for a bronco buster style charge, but Kasey steps out and Brayden collides hard with buckles. Kasey explodes with a lariat that flips Brayden inside out, then deadlifts him for a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex with full arc. The crowd rises as Kasey stalks, waits for Brayden to stagger up, then cracks him with a superkick that sends sweat flying in a silver spray under the lights. Kasey hooks the leg deep.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Brayden slithers to the floor, clutching his jaw and barking at Dawn to count Kasey back. Kasey is patient for a beat, then vaults to the apron and launches a high cross body to the outside, wiping Brayden out near the barricade. The fans roar as Kasey pops up first and rolls Brayden inside before the count gets dangerous. He climbs to the top rope, balances, and dives with a missile dropkick that lands flush. Brayden tumbles into the opposite corner, stunned. Kasey charges for running snake eyes, driving Brayden face-first onto the top turnbuckle, then rebounds with a short lariat that folds him again. Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Carleigh slaps the apron and shouts at Dawn, buying Brayden a second to recover. Kasey reaches down, hauls Brayden upright, and sets for the Reverse-spin Michinoku driver. He spins halfway through, but Brayden claws at the ropes and slips free, then snaps a desperate jawbreaker to create separation. Kasey reels. Brayden darts to the ropes and comes flying with a springboard shortkick that catches Kasey on the side of the head. Kasey wobbles into the corner, and Brayden, smelling blood, dashes across for a handspring elbow.

Simone: Momentum shift right here, and this is where Brayden gets extra dangerous.

Brayden plants boots on the middle rope and rains down punches in the corner while the crowd counts along. Dawn starts the warning.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Brayden hops down at four, smirking, and immediately rakes the eyes behind Dawn’s blind angle as she repositions. Kasey stumbles out half blinded, and Brayden drills him with an Ace Crusher out of nowhere. He hooks both legs tight.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Lunam: Ah come on now, that was filthy stuff, right in front of the referee and still just out of sight.

Simone: Brayden never wastes a blind spot.

Kasey tries to rise, but Carleigh climbs onto the apron and starts screaming at Dawn, arms waving, demanding Brayden’s hair was pulled. Dawn turns to warn her off. In that instant, Kasey catches Brayden with a quick tilt-a-whirl counter into a backbreaker and starts building steam, but Kasey glances toward Carleigh as she keeps jawing and pointing. That split-second distraction is all Brayden needs. He surges from behind and clubs LJ at the base of the skull, then drives him into the post-adjacent turnbuckle and follows with a slingblade that plants Kasey hard.

Simone: There it is, distraction from Carleigh, cheap shot from Brayden, textbook and infuriating.

Lunam: She opened the door and he ran through it like a thief in the night.

Brayden ascends the ropes, steadies himself, and leaps with a frog splash. He lands across the torso and immediately floats into a pin with both feet digging for leverage.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Kasey survives, gasping, and Brayden’s face twists from smug to furious. He drags Kasey up, attempts a German suplex pin combination of his own, but Kasey backflips through on release, lands on his feet, and blasts Brayden with a running lariat. Both men are down, crowd pounding the air in rhythm as Dawn begins a standing count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

They rise at six. Kasey strikes first, right hand, body shot, knife-edge chop, then a spinning back elbow. Brayden swings wild, Kasey ducks and hoists him onto shoulders for Grimstone, Argentine backbreaker position, then drops him clean across the knee with a gutbuster impact that buckles Brayden. Kasey wastes no time, drags him center ring, and stacks him for a decisive cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Brayden’s boot reaches the ropes, but before Dawn sees it, Carleigh grabs the ankle and places it clearly on the bottom strand.

Simone: Oh that did it, Carleigh just saved this match for Brayden and she knew exactly what she was doing!

Lunam: That should have been over, no question, and now look, here comes trouble with a purpose!

The fans erupt as Alexandra Calaway comes racing from the back at full speed. Carleigh hops down and bolts around ringside, Alexandra right behind her, both sprinting past the timekeeper’s area and around the corner. The chase circles the ring once, then disappears up the ramp and through the curtain to a deafening ovation.

Simone: Alexandra has seen enough, and the people love it!

Lunam: Carleigh’s gettin escorted by karma, and maybe at high velocity!

In the ring, Kasey watches the chase for one crucial moment. Brayden, ever the opportunist, lunges from behind with a schoolboy and a huge handful of tights, yanking hard enough to expose LJ’s backside to the crowd.

Simone: Not again, second week in a row LJ gets caught in a truly cheeky situation!

Lunam: Ah that is disgraceful and somehow hilarious, Brayden’s got both hands full of trunks and zero shame!

Dawn drops for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Kasey explodes free right at the half-beat after two, the crowd roaring at the near escape. Brayden slaps the mat and starts screaming at Dawn, jabbing a finger toward her, insisting it was three. Dawn stands firm and warns him to back off. Brayden keeps arguing, throwing his hands up, stomping in place like a child denied a toy. Then he whips around, grabs Kasey, and snaps him into an Irish whip to the ropes. Brayden swings for a clothesline, but Kasey ducks beneath it at full sprint, rebounds off the far side, and leaps over Brayden’s bent shoulders into a tight sunset flip setup. Brayden throws on the brakes, reaching down to swat at Kasey’s hands before he can pull him over.

Then Kasey reaches up and YOINKS the back of Brayden’s trunks down in one shameless tug.

Simone: Payback served immediately, and this crowd is losing its mind!

Lunam: He got cheeky right back, fair play to the lad, that is what ye call poetic justice in technicolor!

Brayden jerks in shock, balance broken, and drops backward exactly into the sunset flip. Kasey rolls through, plants his feet, and traps Brayden’s shoulders dead center. Dawn slides in perfect position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, LJ Kasey!

The arena erupts in cheers as Kasey rolls to his knees, breathing hard, then rises and throws one arm skyward. Brayden sits up in disbelief, hurriedly fixing his gear while shouting that he was robbed, humiliated, and wronged all at once. Dawn points to the winner and has no interest in hearing excuses. Kasey backs toward the ropes, eyes locked on Brayden with a confident nod that says he survived the speed, the shortcuts, and the chaos.

Simone: What a match. Brayden Williams threw everything at him, aerial offense, slick counters, constant mind games, and outside interference. LJ Kasey weathered all of it, stayed in the fight, and found the opening when it mattered most.

Lunam: Massive statement win for Kasey before Blaze of Glory XV. If Brandon Hendrix was watchin this one, he just learned two things, LJ can handle pressure, and LJ can bite back when the fight gets dirty. Tonight belonged to the young man from Middleton, and he earned every bit of that roar.

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We cut to the backstage area where we see the Roulette Champion Logan Hunter standing by with the beautiful but deadly Shields Sisters, Marissa is leaning against the wall with her arms crossed while the younger of the twin sisters Brooke is looking at her nails playfully.

Brooke: Tick tock Ryan! Blaze of Glory draws ever near and your date with destiny is at hand!

Marissa: Do you always have to be so extra sis?

Brooke: DUH! You think I can get my point across any other way? PUH-LEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Marissa shakes her head.

Marissa: We’re both turning twenty one in June and she still talks like a high schooler…………..

Brooke: I was the popular bitch back then and I’m still the most popular bitch now!

Logan: Brooke, Marissa? LET ME SPEAK!

The two women shut up (though Marissa can be seen rolling her eyes) as Logan steps forward.

Logan: After a deluge of weak champions and thieves? I am exactly what this division needs and come Blaze of Glory I will prove it when Ryan Keys dares to challenge me for the old! Woe to the Vanquished, for the lives of sacrificial lambs shall not be mourned, Ryan? YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME AT BLAZE OF GLORY XV! Long live the king!

The trio walk off as the scene fades.

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The cameras find Victoria Lyons and her fiance Darian backstage, she has that bombshell internet Championship proudly displayed on her shoulder and smirks into the camera before speaking.

Victoria Lyons: First things first, I feel the need to apologize to Alexandra Calaway for an error on my part. I said she has never beaten me in one-on-one competition and that wasn't quite true. She did get one over on me a couple months back with an assist from Harper Mason. So that one's on me, my mistake. But understand this Alexandra if you win this match tonight and you face me for the Bombshell Internet Championship, there will be no Harper Mason to save you because I dealt with that problem, and now Harper Mason knows better than to get involved in my business.

She pauses.

Victoria Lyons: Of course there's always Amelia Reynolds who's been turning heads lately gaining some momentum and establishing herself. Her and I have yet to have a one-on-one encounter, But you need to understand this Amelia, if you win this match you will get introduced to me and you will discover that I'm where all your momentum will go to die. You will find out that I am queen of this hill and I will knock you all the way back down to the bottom.

She pauses again.

Victoria Lyons: And of course there is Bea Barnhart and well be you're just lucky to be here Bea, aren't you? Got yourself a fluke win over another nobody did ya? Look if by some miracle lightning strikes, and you manage to beat the other two ladies, I can assure you it won't happen when you step in the ring with me because I will put you back down in the dirt where you belong.

Another pause.

Victoria Lyons: Point is all of you are lemmings, slowly marching toward your own doom, Alexandra Calaway you know this better than anybody. Whoever wins this little match tonight all I can say is you best prepare for war.

Darian Price: Oh she's not done yet folks.

Victoria Lyons: Alicia Lukas, tonight you get to be the sneak preview of what's going to happen to one of these lucky ladies at Blaze of Glory. Because my call is to break another record and become the longest reigning Bombshell Internet Champion. That means I need to remain Champion for at least 350 days and by my account I have about 250 and some change left, so I have my work cut out for me. But if anybody can get it done, it's me.

She holds her championship to the camera.

Victoria Lyons: I am your reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion, and I am going to be for a long time as I continue my journey to be the greatest SCW bombshell of all time. The rest of you bitches best just get in line. Alicia, I'll see you tonight and to the unlucky winner of tonight's qualifier, I'll see you at Blaze of Glory.

She stands there looking confident at the camera as it closes out and cuts into the next scene.

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Referee Jasmine St. John enters the ring, checks both corners, and gives a firm nod toward the timekeeper while the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?by A Day to Remember plays while blue and white lights strobe over the stage. As Ryan’s entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan’s wearing a Black tight tank top with Key Style lettering, and under it is his small wet look ring trunk. His Key hole designed knee high boots and arm bands with the words Ryanin one and keyson the other showed off his style.

Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 180 pounds, Ryan Keys!

Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom ropes. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of the crowd as he teases them with tearing off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Showing the same confident pose as before he hops down and extends his leg over the ring post to stretch them out and show his flexibility before the match starts.

Simone: Ryan Keys is walking in with momentum and swagger tonight, and that is exactly what he needs before Blaze of Glory XV. In just a short time he steps in with Logan Hunter for the Roulette Championship, and if Keys can outlast Alexander Raven here, this place is going to believe he can outlast anyone.

Lunam: Too right, Belinda. The lad is all bounce and confidence, but this is no warm-up spin around the block. This is a brutal exam against a world-title challenger, and if Ryan survives this storm, he’ll head to Blaze of Glory with a rocket strapped to his back.

Justin: and his opponent!

As the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.

Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.

Justin: Accompanied by Luna Pasilno, from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighing 225 pounds, the Broken Messiah, Alexander Raven!

As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her. Waiting for the bell.

Lunam: Look at him, ice in the veins and murder in the mind. This man gets another crack at Helluva Bottom Carter for the World Championship at Blaze of Glory XV, and he’s treating tonight like a message match.

Simone: That is the dangerous part about Alexander Raven. He never wastes motion and he never wastes opportunity. He believes this company should revolve around him, and if Ryan gives him one opening, one mistake, this can end in a heartbeat.

Dawn calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Raven and Keys circle carefully in the opening seconds, the contrast immediate and sharp. Ryan stays light on his feet, bouncing and feinting, testing distance with shoulder fakes and quick level changes. Raven stands tall, chin tucked, hands ready, like a chess player who has already studied ten moves ahead. They lock up and Raven muscles Ryan into the ropes, pressing his forearm across the jaw before giving a clean break at four, though he leaves a little extra pressure and a smug look for Jasmine. Ryan nods, stays cool, and snaps into a waist lock on the restart. Raven peels the hands, switches behind, then drags Ryan down into a grounded ride and twists the wrist into a tight control sequence, turning the arm into an armbar attempt. Ryan rolls through, kips his hips, and fires an arm-wringer slam that pops Raven up in surprise, then follows with a drop step and a crisp standing dropkick to the chest that sends Raven to a knee.

Simone: That right there is why people underestimate Ryan at their own risk, he can blend flash and fundamentals in the same breath.

Raven rises, expression unchanged, and begins targeting Ryan with deliberate violence. A sudden thrust kick to the gut folds Keys, followed by straight punches in the corner. Jasmine steps in and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Raven backs off at four and instantly blasts back in with a facewasher boot, scraping the sole across Ryan’s face to a wave of boos. He yanks Ryan out with a belly-to-back suplex, holds on, and lifts again for a snapping German suplex that plants Keys on shoulders and neck. Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Ryan gets the shoulder up, but Raven clamps an armbar in center ring, grapevines the body, and drags him away from the ropes with veteran ring IQ. Ryan grits through it, twists his hips, stacks Raven up briefly, then eats a sharp elbow on the break. Raven follows with a standing elbow drop and then a second one, slowing the pace into his preferred methodical grind. He whips Ryan hard to the buckle and charges, but Keys springs up and slips away in a matrix evasion, bending backward under a lunging clothesline. The crowd erupts as Ryan snaps upright and hits a one-handed bulldog, bouncing Raven face-first into the canvas.

Lunam: Sweet saints, that was gorgeous timing from Keys. He bent like a willow and struck like a whip.

Both men reset and Ryan picks up speed, firing a handspring elbow that catches Raven flush, then a running hurricanrana that sends the bigger man tumbling to the ropes. Ryan sees his opening, dashes in, and swings with a corkscrew dropkick. Raven catches enough of it to stagger back, then in frustration shoves Ryan through the ropes and to the floor with a nasty forearm across the upper back.

Raven stalks forward and leans over the ropes, looking for his fallen opponent, but Ryan is gone from sight.

Simone: Wait, where did he go?

Raven scans left, scans right, then leans farther over the top rope. Ryan has crawled under the apron beneath the ring, disappeared from Raven’s angle, then slips out on the opposite side like a ghost. In one smooth burst, Keys sprints around, slides back into the ring, and launches a dropkick directly into Raven’s spine, knocking him over the ropes and crashing to the floor outside.

Lunam: He vanished under the apron and came back like a thief in the night, brilliant ring awareness from the young fella!

The arena roars as Ryan pounds the mat to build energy. Jasmine starts her count on Raven outside.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Raven drags himself up and pulls to the apron at six, only for Ryan to catch him with a rope-assisted kick and a springboard forearm that knocks him back to the barricade. Ryan then goes high risk, sprinting and flipping with a breathtaking back-flip off top rope to the floor, crashing into Raven and wiping both men out near ringside.

Simone: Unbelievable! Ryan Keys just threw his body into the fire to keep control of this match!

Jasmine counts both men now.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Ryan stirs first and rolls Raven under the bottom rope at seven, then climbs the corner with urgency. He steadies himself on the top rope, measuring for a high-impact finish. Raven, dazed but dangerous, explodes upward in a shocking burst, climbs with him, and hooks tight around the waist. The crowd gasps as Raven yanks Ryan free and launches a top rope belly-to-belly suplex that detonates in the center of the ring. Raven crawls over for the cover, arm draped across the chest.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

The kick out is razor close, and Raven slaps the mat in disbelief before immediately changing strategy. He drags Ryan into a Boston crab, sits deep, and wrenches back with a vicious angle. Ryan claws and claws, fingertips scraping canvas, then reaches the ropes by a thread. Jasmine forces the break and Raven milks every second, stomping the hand before stepping away. He stalks again, lands a slingblade, then signals for the shining wizard. He charges, but Ryan clips the leg with a desperate chop block and follows with a hangman’s neckbreaker from the side, buying precious oxygen and time.

Lunam: He needed that like a drowning man needs air, what a counter under pressure.

Both men rise slowly, trading heavy shots in center ring, Ryan with sharp forearms and Raven with thudding punches. Ryan lands an arm-wringer slam and spins into a handstand leg-drop across the chest. Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Raven powers out and instantly snatches Ryan into a Lou Thesz press, raining down brawling punches while Jasmine warns him about closed fists. He transitions into a Romero Special, wrenching Ryan’s spine and shoulders, then lets him crash to the mat with a cruel smirk. The Broken Messiah senses the kill and sets for an exploder suplex into the turnbuckle. Ryan blocks once, blocks twice, but Raven clubs the back and nails it on the third try, sending Keys bouncing in the corner.

Luna starts clapping at ringside, eyes fixed on Raven. Jasmine is focused on checking Ryan in the corner after that violent impact. In that split-second blind spot, Luna slides a weapon into the ring, skimming it under the bottom rope. Ryan sees it first and grabs it instinctively before Raven can.

Raven immediately drops flat to the mat like he has been struck dead. Jasmine turns around and sees Ryan standing with the weapon in his hands.

Simone: No no no, this is a setup! Jasmine, do not fall for this!

Ryan shakes his head furiously, trying to explain, while the crowd screams protests in all directions. Jasmine reaches toward Ryan to confiscate the object, and in that instant Raven springs up from behind and traps Ryan in a Backlund cradle, folding him tight.

ONE!

TWO!

Ryan twists with everything he has, rolls through the pressure, catches Raven’s legs, and reverses into his own Backlund cradle with a deep bridge, head nearly touching the mat for maximum leverage.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

For a beat, nobody believes it. Then the building erupts as Ryan releases the hold and stumbles backward, eyes wide, chest heaving, realizing he just stole one from a master manipulator at his own game.

Justin: Here is your winner, Ryan Keys!

Simone: What an upset! Ryan Keys just survived technical torture, power offense, and outright deception from Alexander Raven, then answered with one of the smartest reversals you will ever see!

Lunam: That was a robbery of the robber, Belinda! Raven tried to con the official, tried to steal the match with theater and trickery, and young Ryan Keys turned the tables in a blink. If Logan Hunter was watching, he just got a warning flare from a man on fire.

Raven sits on his knees, stunned and furious, arguing with Jasmine and pointing at Ryan, at the ropes, at anything he can find. Luna pounds the apron in outrage. Ryan, meanwhile, backs into a corner, exhausted and overwhelmed as fans chant his name. He climbs the second rope, throws a fist into the air, and soaks in the roar, not as a hopeful challenger now, but as a dangerous one. The road to Blaze of Glory XV just got a lot more interesting, and tonight Ryan Keys proved he can hang with the very best, survive the worst, and still find a way to win when it matters most.

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The roving camera person in the backstage area sees Bea Barnhart come out of her dressing room to start her walk to the staging area to be ready for her Triple Threat match that consists of No Count-Outs and No Disqualification against Alexandra Calaway and Amelia Reynolds. With a match where Count-Outs and Disqualifications are not in play the winner has to be the wrestler who is able to pin an opponent or cause them to submit moves on in the rankings to face off against Victoria Lyons at Blaze Of Glory XV.

Bea: Thanks to the camera person for coming with me as I head to the Staging Area to be ready for my match against Amelia Reynolds and Alexandra Calaway. The winner of our match is the wrestler who can get a pinfall or submission in this match moves on to challenge Victoria Lyons at Blaze of Glory XV. That wrestler, of course, will be me!!!

Bea continues her walk to get to the staging area.

Bea: I am in my element in the type of match I am going into with Alexandra and Amelia. I have the intention of destroying and humiliating Amelia and Alexandra by obtaining a quick win over them. Yeah, I know, both of them will be upset and cry about their loss to me but I honestly do not care how they feel after I defeat them and move on to challenge Victoria Lyons for the Bombshell Internet Champion. Do I care if they are upset that I win our match then move on to face off against Victoria Lyons? Do you think I care? Hell no! I don’t care if Alexandra and Amelia cry a river of tears when I defeat them.

Bea arrives at the staging area and she is fired up and ready for her match to begin.

Bea: Well, girls. . .yes I am calling Alexandra and Amelia GIRLS because the two of them combined do not come up even half my height in intelligence, ability in the wrestling ring, and confidence in my wrestling ability. Have fun girls because once we step into the ring and the bell rings I am going to destroy both of you and walk away from our match with my PASS to take on Victoria Lyons for the Bombshell Internet Championship!!!

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Arena lights dim. "Like a Villian" by Bad Omens hits, and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos.

Justin: Please welcome the NEW World Bombshell Champion... THE DREAMKILLER! KAYLA! RICHARDS!

Simone: Kayla Richards defeated Crystal Zdunich to become the official new Bombshell Champion last show. She's now a three-time champion!

Lunam: And what a night that was, Belinda! The Dreamkiller lived up to the name, she did. But there’s still a storm brewin’, so there is, Mercedes Vargas still hasn’t given back the belt she nicked at Inception, defying GM Evelyn Hall despite fines and disciplinary warnings.

Kayla walks out wearing a black leather jacket, no championship around her waist, just attitude. She smirks as she raises her arms, the boos getting louder. She grabs a mic and waits for the noise to die down.

Kayla: Go ahead, scream, boo, chant Crystal’s name all you want, it doesn’t change history. I beat her clean. I am your new Bombshell Champion. The record books say it, the world knows it… the only problem? The gold that proves it isn’t around my waist.

The crowd buzzes.

Crowd: Where’s your title? Where’s your title?

Kayla: Cute. You wanna know where it is? Why don’t you ask the woman clinging to it like it’s the last shred of relevance she’s got left?

Cue “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2. The crowd explodes as Mercedes Vargas walks out with the physical Bombshell Championship over her shoulder. Mercedes smirks as the chants turns mixed, “Mercedes! Mercedes!” echoing across the arena.

Mercedes: Oh, Kayla, I’ve got no problem ‘handing’ this title over, once you prove you’ve earned it.

She steps into the ring, face-to-face with Kayla.

Kayla: Bitch, please, I beat Crystal clean as fuck while you were busy playing pretend champion like the washed-up has-been you are. I don’t care if you want to cosplay as champion, I’m the one recognized by this company. So, hand me my belt before I take it out of your wrinkled hands.

Mercedes: For weeks, everyone called me a thief, a rebel, a woman past her prime. The truth is, I never stole this championship, I rescued it. But I’m not a coward, I don’t need to hide behind gold to prove who I am. So, Kayla… come take back what you’ve already claimed.

Mercedes extends the title, almost mockingly, and places it in Kayla’s hands, applause and scattered boos.

Mercedes: Congratulations, Champion. Now you finally look like one. Just remember, you didn’t win this title in the ring. You were handed it... just now.

Mercedes turns to leave, smirk lingering as Kayla scowls. The tension simmers until “Mo Money Mo Problems” by Notorious B.I.G. hits and the crowd roars as Crystal Zdunich makes her entrance, mic in hand.

Crystal: Oh, how noble, Mercedes gives back what she stole, and Kayla gets to pretend she earned it. But I haven’t forgotten Inception. I’m done watching both of you play champion while I’m left waiting for what’s mine.

She paces, eyes locked on Mercedes.

Crystal: Mercedes, I want you at Blaze of Glory, one on one. If I were still champion, this would be for the title. But since Kayla took that, we’ll raise the stakes. I’m putting my guaranteed championship rematch on the line. You win, it’s yours. I win, I prove you never should’ve touched my title in the first place.

Mercedes: You never learn when to quit, do you, Crystal? Fine. Blaze of Glory, I’ll take your rematch clause, and your dignity, right along with it.

Mercedes drops the mic between them, locking eyes with Crystal as the crowd erupts. Crystal steps closer, staring her down nose-to-nose. Tension floods the air as Kayla slowly raises the Bombshell Championship in both hands, smirking at the sight of her potential challengers.

Kayla: It’s cute watching you two fight for scraps of my spotlight. But remember, whoever wins at Blaze of Glory still has to come through me.

Crystal suddenly feints like she’s about to swing at Mercedes, and the crowd screams, but she stops just short. Mercedes doesn’t flinch, instead, she smirks and takes one deliberate step forward.

Mercedes: Careful... you don’t want to start something you can’t finish.

Kayla laughs, backing toward the ropes as both women edge closer, officials rush to the ring, sliding between them just as it looks ready to explode. Crystal points to Mercedes, mouthing, “See you at Blaze of Glory,” before being ushered out of the ring.

Simone: I thought we were about to see chaos break loose! Mercedes and Crystal are one spark away from tearing each other apart!

Lunam: That spark’s already lit! By the time Blaze of Glory XV rolls ‘round, there’ll be fireworks and maybe a few broken bones to boot! Pride’s on the line, the rematch clause’s on the line, and I wouldn’t miss it for all the tea in Dublin!

Fade out as the camera closes on Crystal staring down Mercedes, tension mounting under the arena lights.

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Following the Ryan Keys vs Alexander Raven match up, the live feed goes from the ring to a random setting outside of the states. The beautiful background scenery that tangles with a harsh truth.

The scene then shows Angelo Caito, the mentor and advocate for the Monster, Brandon Fucking Hendrix. Last we saw Brandon was last week when LJ Kasey cost him his match against Zayvion Lyons.

Entering the picture is Brandon Hendrix. His eyes looked tired but still with that fire inside of him. Under his eyes are baggy, like he hasn't slept in god knows how long. Angelo turns back and pats Brandon on the chest.

Brandon smirks as he backs away from the camera as the scene fades to black.

Angelo Caito: SCW, Welcome to Africo, Italy.

Angelo Caito: To the simple minded, this place has no value to any of you. But this place? It is the birth home and foundation for my client, Brandon Hendrix.

Angelo Caito: Normally I do all the talking, but Brandon wanted this one. Take it away, big man.

Brandon Hendrix: LJ Kasey. You got a lot of balls to do what you did. There now roams a man with a tainted victory over me. No longer am I letting things get personal, because now I'm ending you. LJ Kasey, you and I are set for battle…. But not where you think. America is a disadvantage for me. That ring? I'll be surrounded by too many Americans that want me dead. So, we do this match, we do it in my country. LJ Kasey, you fly over to Italy, no commentators, just a referee and I end your career…. In an Italian Street Fight. The court is yours, Kasey. If you are this brave fool everyone says you are…. Then accept. Otherwise, you'd be letting your fans down, your fiancee down, yourself down…. And your parents down the most. Tick… tock.

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JAPANESE DEATH MATCH
Mercedes Vargas vs Crystal Zdunich

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Justin: The following contest is a triple threat match and it is set for one fall!

WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.

Justin: Introducing first, from Lawrenceville, Georgia, Bea Barnhart!

The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with red 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: 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. The lights in the arena snap out as the jagged electronic rhythm of "Better on Mute" by Sophie Powers rattles across the personal address system. A hot pink glow crosses the stage, rippling in time with the beat, which is sharp enough to rattle the barricades. Powers' grungy sound catches the attention of the crowd, who give a mixed reaction upon the twinkling lights blinking onto the stage in bright white and silver.

Through the glare, Amelia Reynolds steps out from behind the curtain, rhinestone-studded jacket catching the light with every confident step she takes. She stops at center stage, her smirk playful but precise, chin tilted toward the crowd as she turns into the strobe.

A few seconds later, Dickie Watson joins her. He's steady and calm, his gaze flicking toward her with the kind of quiet pride that does not need an announcement. When he reaches her side, Amelia leans into him for a moment, looping her arm through his and pressing her cheek lightly to his shoulder. It’s soft, almost sweet, at least until the next beat drops.

The moment the bass hits, she lets go, stepping forward into the light like she is flipping a switch. Her whole demeanor shifts. Sugar turned spark, grin wide and wicked as she starts down the ramp. The lights catch on the silver edge of her jacket as she walks, each step hitting clean with the rhythm. Halfway down the ramp, the chorus slams through the speakers. Amelia stops, turns toward the hard cam, and raises a finger to her lips, not necessarily to hush, but to make a point.

Then, with a laugh caught between defiance and delight, she sings along, echoing with lyrics, “Better on mute, fuck you, I’ll do it myself.”

The line lands, the crowd reacts, and she answers with a sharp wink before continuing forward. Behind her, Dickie’s smirk deepens, head shaking slightly as he follows at an easy pace, amused and quietly protective.

Justin: Representing Wolfslair...from the beaches of the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia..."The Skyborn" AMEEEEELIIAAAAAAAA REEEEYYYYNOOOOLLLLLDDDDSSSSSS!!!!

At ringside, Amelia brushes her fingertips along the apron, then springs up in one clean motion. She balances for a breath, hair catching the light, before pushing off into a flawless springboard over the ropes. She lands in a low crouch, grinning toward the camera before rising.

Climbing the second rope in the nearest corner, Amelia poses with one hand under her chin, the other tracing the air near her lips as the lights pulse pink and silver around her. When she hops down, she slips off her jacket and tosses it toward Dickie, who catches it at ringside with a quiet smirk.

She takes a few slow steps toward the turnbuckle she's slated to go into, shoulders rolling as the last notes echo through the arena. The crowd’s noise swells and she looks out over it, her chin tilted, eyes glinting beneath the haze, before the corner of her mouth pulls into a grin as her music fades out.

DING DING DING!

Bea, Alexandra and Amelia all stare as they hear the bell sound. Bea and Alexandra start drilling each other with right hands. Amelia steps back, watching as the other two hammer away on each other. She steps back and slingshots herself off the ropes. Amelia crashes into both opponents, sending all three of them crashing to the mat. Amelia holds for cover on Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA BREAKS IT UP!

Amelia rolls into a cradle on Alexandra.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA REVERSES THE CRADLE!

ONE!

TWO!

BEA BREAKS IT UP!

Simone: This is getting crazy already.

Lunam: Too right!

Simone: All three are going for the gusto!

Lunam: Here we go!

Bea mounts Alexandra and starts raining punches down on Alexandra's face. Amelia gets up and kicks Bea in the back of the head. Alexandra hits Amelia and snaps off a big DDT. Alexandra hooks Amelia for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA MAKES THE SAVE!

Bea hits a spinning backfist on Alexandra, knocking her clean on her ass. Amelia jumps up into a meteora on Bea. She follows with a slingshot tornado DDT on Alexandra. Bea covers Alexandra.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!

Amelia hops over onto Bea for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA BARNHART KICKS OUT!

Simone: The opponents here are going to try and destroy each other.

Lunam: And with these three, the capability is real.

Simone: So is the desire. These three will all want to get themselves ahead at the others' expense.

Lunam: So the effort will be expended by all of them!

Bea hits hard at Amelia. Alexandra rolls Bea up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

AMELIA BREAKS IT UP!

Bea looks to grab a front facelock on Alexandra. Amelia goes the ropes and slingshots into a flying legdrop off the top rope. Both Bea and Alexandra roll in opposite directions. Bea goes off to the right, Alexandra to the left. Amelia snaps off a wicked kick to the face on Bea. She turns and kicks Alexandra in kind. Amelia hits a standing moonsault onto Alexandra, holding for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!

Bea starts to move as Amelia hits a standing moonsault on her too. Amelia covers Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA KICKS OUT!

Alexandra gets to her feet and stumbles to the far corner, landing herself against the turnbuckles. Amelia comes running into the corner at Alexandra looking for a big corner splash. Alexandra moves out of the way and Amelia crashes against the turnbuckles. Amelia rebounds back and Alexandra catches her for a backslide.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA BREAKS IT UP!

Bea starts landing knee strikes on Alexandra. She hammers away, drawing blood as she goes. Amelia jumps up and hits a shotgun dropkick on Bea. Bea goes down hard, flat on her back. She starts to roll away and Amelia hits a baseball slide. The impact sends Bea tumbling over the edge of the apron. Bea tumbles down to the floor landing in a heap and making a sound like raw meat splatting against a cutting board. Alexandra runs up on Amelia and goes for a running uranage. Amelia hits hard and Alexandra floats over into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA JERKS ALEXANDRA TO THE FLOOR!

Bea holds Alexandra up and the two start trading shots on each other, Bea, Alexandra, Bea, Alexandra, Bea, Alexandra, Bea, Alexandra, Bea, Alexandra, Bea, Alexandra. Amelia comes running towards the ropes and leaps over the top rope and crashes down onto both Bea and Alexandra, smashing them onto the floor. Amelia staggers up and rolls into the ring. The referee walks over and starts counting Bea and Alexandra out of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Bea and Alexandra both start to stagger to their feet.

FIVE!

SIX!

Bea and Alexandra give a final exchange, Bea coming at the ring.

SEVEN!

Bea dives into the ring, breaking the count on her.

EIGHT!

Alexandra dives in as well, breaking the count on her too. Amelia grabs Bea and takes her into an O'Connor roll. They bounce off the ropes and into the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA KICKS OUT!

Amelia is propelled into the ropes. She rebounds off the ropes. Alexandra steps in and catches Amelia in a wicked spinning spinebuster. Alexandra goes for the cover, Bea jumps in and intercepts Alexandra for a sunset flip.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT AND REVERSES INTO A CRADLE!

ONE!

TWO!

BEA KICKS OUT!

Simone: That's an amazing sequence!

Lunam: They all had a shot at victory and yet…

Simone: They all showed their individual will to win.

Lunam: And now they have to be asking themselves what they have to do to beat the others!

Amelia gets a flying crossbody block on Bea. Amelia holds for a cover. Alexandra comes over and drops a leg on the back of Amelia's head. Alexandra shoves Amelia aside and covers Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA KICKS OUT!

Alexandra slaps on a reverse chinlock. Amelia rises up and hits a side kick on Alexandra. Bea starts up and Amelia cradles Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA BREAKS IT UP!

All three roll free and start pulling themselves up on the ropes. Alexandra, Amelia and Bea all turn around simultaneously. The three glare at each other as the crowd roots them all on. The referee asks if they want to continue. All three nod affirmatively. The referee motions them on, giving them the cue to continue. Amelia pushes away and races at her opponents. Alexandra and Bea both come out, Bea turning into a discus lariat that connects on Amelia. Amelia flips over and crashes to the mat. Alexandra covers Amelia.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA MAKES THE SAVE!

Bea pulls Alexandra up and throws her into the corner. Alexandra hits hard. Amelia staggers up and hits a spinning heel kick on Bea. Amelia covers Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA SMASHES AMELIA IN THE BACK TO BREAK UP THE COUNT!

Amelia rolls and throws her legs up to hook Alexandra for a flying head scissors. Amelia jumps up and goes to the corner. Bea meets her and hooks Amelia for superplex. Alexandra comes over and powerbombs Bea down, superplexing Amelia in the process, turning it into a mini-tower of doom. Alexandra covers Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

AMELIA MAKES THE SAVE!

Amelia starts kicking both opponents, almost looking like she's dancing as she does so. Amelia spins into a kick on Bea and then spin-kicks Alexandra. Amelia springs up into a corkscrew legdrop on Alexandra. Bea comes in for a nasty running knee to Amelia. Bea covers.

ONE!

TWO!

AMELIA GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Alexandra drills Bea with a big elbow smash. Bea goes down hard. Alexandra covers. Amelia flips over into a modified neckbreaker on Alexandra. Amelia covers Bea.

ONE!

TWO!

BEA KICKS OUT!

Amelia jumps over into a cover on Alexandra.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!

Bea gets up and hits the Bea Bulldog on Alexandra, smashing her down hard. Bea covers.

ONE!

TWO!

AMELIA CRADLES BEA OFF THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA TAKES HER OWN CRADLE ON AMELIA!

ONE!

TWO!

BEA BREAKS IT UP!

Bea shoves Alexandra forward into the corner. Alexandra hits hard, chest first. Amelia swings for a kick but misses. Bea hits a pop-up powerbomb. Bea covers.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA COMES AND KNOCKS BEA OFF THE COVER AND THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR!

Alexandra covers Amelia.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Simone: Bea had this won but Alexandra stole it!

Lunam: You gotta keep the eyes in the back of your head if you're in one of these matches.

Simone: Bea Barnhart showed her grit!

Lunam: And Alexandra showed her ingenuity.

Simone: If that's what you call that. It sure looked like something else.

Lunam: You act like it was dirty but what did she do wrong?

Justin: Here is your winner, Alexandra Calaway!

Simone: It is official! Alexandra Calaway will challenge Victoria Lyons for the Bombshell Internet Championship at Blaze of Glory XV!

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WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
”Dreamkiller” Kayla Richards © vs Frankie Holliday

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Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" kicks off across the sound system and the crowd reacts with wild cheers!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the reigning, defending SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter!

The camera cuts to the stage as the curtain parts and Carter steps into a storm of noise. He looks every bit like the face of the company, dressed in a fitted black cropped bomber jacket with metallic silver trim, a white mesh tee underneath, tailored charcoal trousers, and pearl chrome high top sneakers that flash under the arena lights. The World Heavyweight Championship is draped over his shoulder, gold plates gleaming as he raises one hand and points out into the crowd. He takes a moment at the top of the ramp, nodding to the fans in every section, then starts down the aisle with easy confidence and a bright grin.

Simone: The champion is in the house, and this crowd is erupting for him!

Lunam: Ah would ye listen to that roar, Simone! They adore this lad, and ye can feel it from here!

Carter walks down the ramp slapping hands on both sides of the aisle, leaning in for quick greetings, and making sure nobody gets ignored. He pauses for a child in a homemade Carter shirt, gives a quick point to a sign in the upper deck, then keeps moving with the title snug over his shoulder.

At ringside he rounds the corner, hops onto the apron in one smooth motion, and steps through the ropes. He immediately heads corner to corner, climbing the turnbuckles and raising the championship overhead as the crowd gets louder each time, the reaction building into one sustained wall of cheers.

Simone: This is what a world champion entrance feels like, he knows exactly how to connect with this audience!

Lunam: Aye, and they’re givin’ it right back to him! That’s a hero’s welcome if I’ve ever seen one!

Carter finally drops down from the last corner and signals to ringside for a microphone. He stands center ring, waits for the chants to settle, then starts to speak, voice calm and clear with a proud edge.

HBCarter: Eight months and three weeks! That’s how long I’ve been the champion of the world! Who would have thought way back in 2025, when I wondered if I should even bother being in World title contention, that I would now officially be the third longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion, right behind Finn Whelan and J2H!

The arena explodes in cheers as Carter nods and pats the title plate.

Lunam: Third longest reign, are ye kiddin’ me? That’s history in motion right there!

Simone: It absolutely is, and he is still going strong!

Carter paces a few steps, his expression tightening as he turns his attention to the hard camera.

HBCarter: At the risk of over exposure, because of what happened last week, I had to come out here tonight to address SCW properly. More specifically, to address Alexander Raven.

The fans erupt into loud boos at the mention of Raven.

Lunam: Ah, there it is, they can’t stand the name, not one bit!

Simone: This rivalry has turned deeply personal, and this crowd is making that very clear!

Carter lets the noise wash over him, then speaks as if Raven is standing right in front of him.

HBCarter: Alexander, what happened to you lately? First you drop the tag team match to Miles and me, probably making Alex Jones regret the day that match was ever booked. Then tonight, you lose to Ryan Keys. I’m not knocking Ryan, not at all. The man’s a veteran, he’s a kick ass competitor, and he might be the next Roulette Champion. But it’s obvious, Ryan caught you with your pants down.

Carter cringes hard, pulling the mic away for a beat as the crowd laughs.

HBCarter: I apologize for the nauseating visual.

The crowd pops again with laughter and chants at Raven’s expense.

HBCarter: Your last win was over Ciaran Doyle, a young fella who’s had about five matches by comparison to you, and Doyle still had you on the ropes from start to finish. So I’ll ask again, what’s wrong with you?

He closes his eyes, shakes his head, then opens them with a dismissive half smile.

HBCarter: Never mind, I really don’t care.

The cheers swell as Carter shifts gears and raises the microphone a little higher.

HBCarter: I’m here tonight because last week, Miles and I won the right to pick our proverbial poison for our matches at Blaze of Glory XV, and I’m here tonight to make my announcement formal. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Alexander Raven actually had a great idea. Even a stopped clock is right at least twice a day. I’m talking about the Five Stages of Hell.

The crowd reacts with a loud buzz of anticipation. Carter nods once, serious and composed.

HBCarter: The original concept was Best of Three Falls. But Raven made a point, Three Stages of Hell is the proper end to this thing between us, because that’s exactly what this match at Blaze of Glory XV is, the end of whatever fascination Raven has with me as a man and as a champion.

He holds up three fingers and calls each stage with sharp emphasis.

HBCarter: Three falls, three stages. Stage one, First Blood Match. No pinfalls, no submissions, no countouts. The first man to bleed loses the fall. You want brutality, you’re getting it immediately.

The crowd roars.

HBCarter: Stage two, Falls Count Anywhere. No rope breaks to save you, no safe corners, no place to run. If Raven wants to bring the fight to me, we will take it all over the great state of Texas!

Another thunderous cheer rolls through the building.

HBCarter: Stage three, Steel Cage. In that cage, pinfalls count, submissions count, and escape from the cage counts. Any way you can win, you can win, but nobody is coming in and nobody is getting out easy.

Fans are on their feet now, chanting as Carter turns slowly to all sides of the arena.

Lunam: First Blood, Falls Count Anywhere, then a Steel Cage? Ah that’s absolute carnage!

Simone: This is massive, the World Heavyweight Championship will be decided in one of the most dangerous structures and formats we have ever seen!

Carter waits for the noise to crest, then drops the final condition with firm conviction.

HBCarter: And when I said this is the end, I meant it, because I’m adding one final detail. No matter who loses, and it will be Alexander Raven, no more. The loser of this match will not be allowed in the World title picture for as long as the winner remains champion!

The reaction is deafening as Carter points straight at the camera.

HBCarter: At Blaze of Glory XV, I finish this, I keep this championship, and I send Alexander Raven to the back of the line where he belongs!

Lady Gaga’s "Born This Way" hits again as Carter tosses the microphone aside and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising the World Heavyweight title high above his head.

He moves around the ring, playing to every side of the arena, tapping the faceplate, and shouting to the fans as they chant his name.

Lunam: Three Stages of Hell for the World Heavyweight Championship at Blaze of Glory XV, and the champion just raised the stakes sky high!

Simone: First Blood, Falls Count Anywhere, Steel Cage, plus the loser barred from title contention while the winner remains champion. Blaze of Glory XV just became unmissable!

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We cut to a monitor in the backstage area moments before the Main Event where we see Harper and Cassie, collectively known as Young Justice, watching the show on a monitor when Ms. Rocky Mountains comes up.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What are you up too?

Harper: Watching the Main Event.

Cassie: I mean, I’m scheduled to challenge Alicia at Blaze of Glory so why not?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What about you Harper?

Harper: Alicia is only the champion because she beat me at Violent Conduct and Victoria?

Harper scoffs.

Harper: Even before my recent wars with her for the Internet Championship? We’ve been at each other’s throats since day one.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So this is scouting?

Cassie: Yeah.

Harper: Basically!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Right, well I’ll leave you too it!

Rocky walks off as the scene fades.

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Simone: It’s Main Event Time folks! A few weeks ago we learned that the Aussie Bombshell Cassie Wolfe will challenge Alicia Lukas for the Bombshell Roulette Title at Blaze of Glory while earlier tonight Alexandra Callaway win the Bombshell Internet Title Series to earn a shot at Victoria Lyons on that same show but tonight? Those two champions will do battle n a non-title Clash of the Champions Match!

Lunam: This is an intergenerational dream match right here folks and both women have one thing is common: they had iron grips in a title at one point! Before Amber Ryan came to SCW Alicia was the longest reigning World Bombshell Champion while Victora beat the record set with the Bombshell Roulette Title by Cassie’s half older sister Krystal, throw in the fact that Victoria and Alexandra are both PWS: Apex alumni and we have a lot of history in this match!

Simone: Indeed we do! Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event of the evening! It’ll be a non-title Clash of the Champions Match!

"I still wear this crown"

"I still wear this crown" By Kittie hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out, she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie.

Justin: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georhia, she is the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, “The Strong Style Southern Belle” Alicia Lukas!

Simone: Alicia may have taken a while to fund her groove after her return in 2024 but now? She seems better than ever.

Lunam: Which is bad news for anyone who faces her, even Victoria!

Justin: And her opponent!

The arena lights dim as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, she has her "pet" Darian on a leash as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.

Justin: From Charlotte, North Carolina and being accompanied by Dariam, she is the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion, “The Queen” Victoria Lyons!

Simone: And I almost forgot the fact that this match is a clash of the Southerners.

Lunam: North Carolina vs. Georgia, if Alicia and Victoria start arguing about food I’m leaving!

Jacob goes over the rules with both women but they apparently had the same idea, attack each other with their respective belts before the match starts! This goes about as well as you’d expect and the two blondes just start brawling as Jacob calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Lunam: You know I always wondered what would happen if two people want to attack each other with a championship belt at the same time!

Simone: Well, there’s your answer!

Jacob watches the action closely as the two blondes duke it out in the middle of the ring and Darian watches on from ringside, after a few minutes Victoria manages to get a headlock on Alicia only for the older bombshell to fire two punches into Victoria’s midsection before backing the Internet Champ up to the ropes and sending her across the ring! Alicia then catches Victoria with a vicious running lariat on the rebound and while Victoria rolls towards the ropes Alicia still goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Darian puts his fiancé’s foot on the ropes! However while Jacob misses the cheating Alicia doesn’t and she has some choice words for him.

Simone: I suppose it was only a matter of time like we saw in Victoria’s match against Bella Madison a few weeks ago!

Lunam: Difference is? Alicia doesn’t have Bella’s patience!

Before Alicia can do anything though? Victoria turns her around and fires off a couple of hots before sending Alicia across the ring, on the rebound Alicia scores with a shoulder block, knocking her down before running the opposite ropes, Victoria flips onto her stomach and Alicia hops over her ad Victoria gets back to her feet before going for a hip toss, Alicia blocks it and goes for another lariat but Victorias ducks it and backs up the ropes, causing Jacob to intervene and cause Alicia to back off.

Simone: So far it’s been back and forth but………..

Alicia goes to hit the ropes for a running move but Darian trips her.

Lunam: OH COME ON!

Darian turns to the camera and starts pointing at his forehead but an enraged Alicia rolls out behind him, taps Darian on the shoulder, and when Darian turns out? HET GETS BLASTED WITH A FOREARM SO STIFF THE FANS IN THE CHEAPSEATS FELT IT!

Lunam: Alicia didn’t just hit him she put Darian in Factory Reset!

Simone: ………………does that mean Victoria’s sending him to Kindergarten in a few months?

Lunam: I’m not ready for that conversation Belinda!

Needless to say? Darian drops faster than Battlefield Earth’s performance at the Box Office! And Victoria is not happy as she dives through the ropes and sends Alicia into the crowd from the impact! Victoria doesn’t even stop to check on Darian (who can be heard muttering “I’m a little tea stout, short and pot” as she regains his bearings and the two women brawl in the crowd! Jacob, clearly realizing that counting them out would be pointless, follows them.

Simone: Just to stress that this isn’t a Falls Count Anywhere Match!

Lunam: Right now I don’t think Victoria and Alicia care!

While Darian glitches at ringside Jacob follows the two champions around the crowd and while the two women don’t directly use chairs as weapons as they go? They do ram each other forehead (Alicia) or throat first into some of the chairs as they go, they reach a balcony with a pretty steep drop and it looks like Alicia’s going to dump Victoria over the side with a Belly to Belly but Victoria counters with a double ear clap followed by a Snap Suplex!

Simone: That would’ve been a very rough landing for Victoria!

Lunam: Even rougher for Alicia given her age!

Vitoria instinctively goes for a pin but Jacob reminds her that the only reason neither Bombshell has been counted out yet is because no one wants to see a main event end this way! Upon hearing this Victoria drags Alcia by her long blonde hair back to the ringside area and gets her back in the ring, follows her in, AND THEN GOES FOR A PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

And Alicia kicks out right as Darian is finally getting to his feet, Victoria goes to whip Alicia across the ring but she puts the breaks on right where Darian is and Victoria charges only to get backdropped over the top rope and onto Darian!

Simone: This really isn’t Darian’s night, is it?

Lunam: Nope.

Alicia rolls out of the ring and picks up Victoria before throwing her back into the ring, however Alicia opts to use the ring steps to re-enter the ring and for one reason: she gets to step on Darian on the way, much to the crowd’s delight!

Simone: Well, that’s one way to rub salt in the wounds!

Lunam: And then some.

Alicia gets into the ring finally and goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Victoria kicks out! Alicia shakes her head before she picks up Victoria and goes for the Georgia Drop, her version of the GTA that has put away many Bombshells over the years! However Victoria rakes Allicia’s eyes allowing the Internet Champ to slip out the back where Victoria goes for her version of the Lyons Roar DDT that has given her similar success but Alicia counters it by charging Victoria back first into the corner!

Simone: Both Victoria and Alicia have tried their finishers but both the Georgia Drop and Lyons Roar got countered!

Lunam: They’ve clearly done their homework on each other!

Once Alicia has Victoria in the corner she starts unloading punches on the Internet Champ and Victoria returns fire! Then? Victoria scores with a HUGE forearm that knocks Alicia down before she heads to the top rope!

Simone: Nova Burst time?

Victoria does indeed go for her version of the Eclipse but Alicia counters that into a Backslide! Victoria manages to slip out of that before Jaccob can even get into position to count the pin and Alicia looks up just to get Victora’s knee to her face!

Lunam: I don’t know about Novas but I bet Alicia’s nose is busted after that knee!

Victoria goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

AND ALICIA STILL KICKS OUT! However Victoria decides she’s had enough and tries more time for the Lyons Roar DDT, she goes to spike Alicia with her finisher but Alicia counters it, gets Victoria onto her shoulders and……………..

Simone: Georgia Drop!

Lunam: Victoria is out! Stick a fork in her, she’s done!

Alicia goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here’s your winner, the Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas!

Simone: My god what a war that was!

Lunam: And that begs the question, if Alicia doesn’t retain at Blaze of Glory and Victoria does, will that mean a rematch on PPV?

Alicia is handed back her title as is Victoria but two familiar faces appear at the top of the stage.

Simone: And here’s Alexandra and Cassie!

Lunam: No prizes for guessing why they’re here!

The two future challenges share a look, nod and head to the back while Alicia watches on.

Alicia Lukas stands tall in the center of the ring, Bombshell Roulette Championship raised high over her head as the crowd roars. She steps onto the middle rope in the near corner, shouting in triumph and pounding the faceplate of her title before hopping down and pacing with a fired-up grin. Outside the ring, Victoria Lyons stares back from the aisle, jaw tight, while Darian lingers behind her and the tension hangs thick in the air.

Simone: What a main event, what a fight, and what a statement from Alicia Lukas tonight! The Bombshell Roulette Champion just went through absolute war and proved exactly why she’s still one of the most dangerous champions in SCW!

Lunam: A war is right, Belinda! We had belts flyin’, tempers explodin’, Darian gettin’ flattened more than once, and in the end Alicia dropped Victoria with the Georgia Drop and slammed the door shut with that three-count! If that’s a preview of Blaze of Glory season, we’re in for pure chaos!

Simone: And tonight has been stacked from top to bottom, major wins, major momentum swings, and huge implications for every division as we race toward Blaze of Glory XV!

Lunam: And don’t forget, next week is the Going Home edition of Climax Control before Blaze of Glory XV in Texas! Final words, final mind games, final chances to grab momentum before the pay-per-view spotlight hits!

Simone: If tonight proved anything, it’s this, everyone is coming in hot, and every champion and challenger is on notice!

In the ring, Alicia lifts her title one more time and points it toward the stage with a confident smirk. At the top of the ramp, Cassie Wolfe gives a firm, focused nod toward the victorious Alicia. Beside her, Alexandra Callaway locks eyes with Victoria Lyons and slowly runs her hands along her waist like a championship belt, sending a clear message about what she plans to take at Blaze of Glory XV. Victoria glares back, unblinking.

Lunam: Oho, there it is, message sent and received!

Simone: For Lunam, I’m Simone, goodnight everybody, and we’ll see you next week for the Going Home edition of Climax Control!

The camera holds on Alicia celebrating in the ring, Cassie and Alexandra on the stage, and Victoria simmering at ringside.

The SCW logo appears in the corner as the screen fades to black.

Fade to credits.

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THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!

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