The broadcast opens with a dazzling aerial shot of Legoland California Resort in Carlsbad, the whole park glittering beneath the bright California sun! Red, yellow, blue, and green bursts of color splash across the landscape. Roller coasters twist over the grounds, winding paths curl between attractions, and thousands of guests move through it all in a living current of laughter, music, and excitement!
A sweeping shot catches families pouring through The Beginning, where children in tiny SCW shirts point excitedly at towering LEGO sculptures while parents juggle souvenir bags, oversized drinks, and sun hats. A little boy on his father’s shoulders pumps both fists into the air while a cluster of teenagers holding homemade SCW signs crowd the walkway and chant for their favorites! Park employees wave, balloons bob in the air, and the entire entrance glows with that fizzy first-day energy that only comes when something special is about to explode into life!
And then the camera transitions into Fun Town which is absolutely alive!
The six-sided SCW ring has been set up in the open plaza adjacent to the stage, standing proudly beneath the warm California sky. Around it, rows upon rows of fans pack the plaza shoulder to shoulder, a sea of waving arms, handmade signs, and thrilled faces. Children sit on parents’ shoulders for a better view, teenagers scream themselves hoarse, and longtime SCW faithful clap and cheer with the kind of passion that turns an outdoor show into a full-blown event!
Inside the ring stands ring announcer Justin Decent, dressed for the California heat in a fitted sleeveless white button-up shirt, worn open at the chest, a pair of sharply tailored sky-blue shorts, with sleek white loafers.
Justin: Hellooooooo, Legoland California!
The fans erupt with a booming roar! Justin turns in a slow circle, feeding off the sound, one hand pressed to his heart as though the reception is almost too much for him to bear!
Justin: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, SCW fans of all ages, to Climax Control!
Another explosion of cheers rocks the plaza!
Justin: We are coming to you live from beautiful Carlsbad, California, right here in the middle of Legoland for the official kickstart of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
That gets an even bigger reaction as the crowd starts clapping and screaming all over again!
Justin: That is right! The wildest wrestling company on the planet has packed its bags, grabbed its sunscreen, and brought the action straight into the amusement parks of the world!
He steps toward one side of the ring and points to the crowd.
Justin: And tonight is where it all begins!
He pivots to the opposite side, voice climbing higher with every word.
Justin: The rides are running! The fans are screaming! The energy is electric! And from this moment forward, the Road to Into the Void XV begins right here, right now, in the California sunshine!
The crowd absolutely loses it at that!
Justin: So get loud, Legoland! Get proud, SCW!!! Because the ABruisement Park Tour is officially underway!
He lets the fans roar before lifting one finger dramatically toward the stage.
Justin: And now, to help us truly get this show started, please welcome the woman who could charm a cobra, roast a city block, and steal the spotlight from a fireworks display, the Hostess with the Mostess, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Campy, over-the-top music bursts from the speakers, all bounce, brass, and unapologetic sass! The crowd turns toward the stage as Amanda Hugginkiss makes her entrance with grand theatrical flair! Amanda steps out onto the Fun Town Stage and immediately owns it.
She is dressed in a loud, colorful masterpiece that looks like summer and a toy aisle got together and decided to be fabulous. Her top is a sparkling bright pink halter with yellow trim, fitted just enough to scream confidence, while her flared skirt is layered in blocks of red, blue, and lime green like a walking tribute to LEGO bricks. She wears shiny wedge sandals, oversized heart-shaped sunglasses perched atop her hair, and chunky plastic bracelets in every imaginable color that clack together every time she moves. Her makeup is bold, her smile is wicked, and the whole ensemble feels perfectly ridiculous in the best possible way for Legoland!
Amanda: Yes, yes, keep it coming! I have been adored before, but never with this much sunscreen involved!
The fans laugh and cheer.
Amanda: Welcome, my darlings, to SCW Climax Control at Legoland!
Applause swells again!
Amanda: Welcome to the sparkling, screaming, plastic-brick paradise launch point of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
She gestures grandly around her.
Amanda: We are starting this thing in style, in sunshine, and in front of a crowd that looks like it already had too much sugar and not nearly enough supervision!
That gets a pop from the audience!
Amanda: And of course, tonight is not just another fabulous stop on our grand little circus! No, no, no! Tonight also lights the fuse on the Road to Into the Void XV! Every cheer matters! Every match matters! Every ugly little outfit in this audience matters slightly less, but still, what a historic night!
Amanda struts to the edge of the stage and scans the crowd like a glamorous predator hunting for easy prey.
Suddenly she recoils with a gasp and points toward the front row. The crowd laughs as the camera finds a young fan near the barricade, already grinning ear to ear. Amanda squints dramatically.
Amanda: Uh oh! There’s a child!
Amanda: Sweetheart, are you lost? This is one of my performances! There are themes! There are jokes! There is emotional damage! Shouldn’t you be building a pirate ship out of blocks somewhere?!
The child laughs, and Amanda clutches her chest.
Amanda: Look at that! Tiny and already brave enough to attend live theater with me involved! Somebody get this one a juice box and a manager!
She pats her hair, then turns and spots a female fan a few rows back wearing a bikini top and booty shorts, dancing wildly and waving both arms for attention. Amanda stares for a beat, then lowers her sunglasses to the tip of her nose.
The fans are already buzzing, sensing blood in the water.
Amanda: Ma’am.
Amanda: Ma’am, I say this with all the love my icy little heart can muster, but are you here for SCW or are you auditioning to lose a custody battle with a margarita machine?!
The crowd bursts into laughter! Amanda points again, now fully committed.
Amanda: Honey, that outfit is not screaming summer fun! It is whispering gas station regret at two in the morning!
The audience howls louder!
Amanda: I have seen more fabric on a LEGO napkin! Put a warning label on yourself, darling! There are children here and at least two divorced dads trying not to stare!
Amanda tosses her hair as the crowd reacts with a mix of laughter, cheers, and scandalized delight. She lets the moment breathe, savoring the noise, then suddenly straightens and lifts one finger into the air like a diva delivering divine law.
Amanda: But enough fooling around! Enough teasing! Enough accidental public service announcements about wardrobe choices!
She spreads her arms wide toward the crowd and stage.
Amanda: It is time to begin this show properly!
The fans respond with a thunderous cheer! Amanda smiles, eyes glittering with trouble.
Amanda: And that means we begin the only way appropriate for a grand opening at Legoland, at Climax Control, at the start of the ABruisement Park Tour, and on the Road to Into the Void XV! With a song!
The crowd cheers as the music begins to play and the opening performance begins!
Amanda: I strut into the bedroom like I’m headlining the Louvre,
Got a drawer full of secrets and a battery-powered groove.
Mama likes her gadgets, daddy likes his noise,
Ain’t no shame in being grown and organizing all your toys!
Got satin on the lampshade, sequins on the floor,
A charger by the nightstand and three more in the drawer.
Some folks collect antiques, some polish Rolls-Roys,
But me, I like my evenings with a curated box of joys!
Push a button, strike a pose,
Read the room and cross your toes.
Velvet, leather, lace and ploys,
Hallelujah for adults and their toys!
Adults and their toys!
Making grown-up kinds of noise!
Buzzin’, hummin’, cheek to cheek,
Serving scandal seven days a week!
Adults and their toys!
Naughty girls and bad boy joys!
Classy in the daylight, filthy by choice,
Sing it loud for adults and their toys!
Well Brenda says she’s spiritual, “I’m healing from within,”
But her nightstand starts vibrating when the rosé kicks in.
And Gary acts all bashful, says he’s modest, sweet, and coy,
Till he opens up his closet like a high-end cowboy toy store!
We got silk ties, ring lights, custom little thrills,
Some come with instructions, some come with very strong wills.
No one’s here for judgment, baby, only to enjoy,
A little self-improvement with an accessory convoy!
Snap a strap and fluff your hair,
Confidence in underwear.
Life is hard, so bring the joys,
Pass the polish, charge the toys!
Adults and their toys!
Making grown-up kinds of noise!
Buzzin’, hummin’, cheek to cheek,
Serving scandal seven days a week!
Adults and their toys!
Naughty girls and bad boy joys!
Champagne taste with a gutter voice,
Raise a toast to adults and their toys!
Some like romance, some like lace,
Some want a silk mask on their face.
Some like candles, some like chrome,
Some turn one little buzz into a full cabaret at home!
I’m not here to name no names,
I’m just fanning little flames.
But if your suitcase starts to hum,
Baby, we all know what you packed from home!
Left drawer! Right drawer!
What’s that rattlin’ on the floor?
Zip bag! Gift wrap!
Honey, that ain’t for a nap!
Pearls on! Heels high!
Keep it cute and sanitize!
If it plugs in, straps on, spins, or lights with joy,
You might be a very busy girl with very fancy toys!
Adults and their toys!
Making grown-up kinds of noise!
Sassy, classy, just obscene,
Somewhere in between the sheets and the beauty queen!
Adults and their toys!
Let me hear my sinners rejoice!
You can clutch your pearls, but I’ll still enjoy
Being a grown-ass queen with deluxe-grade toys!
So if life gets hard and the dating pool annoys,
Stay glamorous, stay reckless, and unpack your toys!
Amanda throws her head back with a grin as the plaza erupts for her opening performance, the applause rolling across Fun Town in a bright, thunderous wave! She plants a hand to her chest, blinking theatrically as if overcome by the sheer force of their devotion, then slowly extends one arm and curls her fingers in a playful little come here motion, shamelessly beckoning for even more noise!
The crowd obliges immediately!
Amanda: You may adore me a little more later, my sweets!!!
That earns one more booming round of cheers and applause as Amanda takes two steps backward, gives the audience a wicked little wink, and slips behind the colorful stage curtains, vanishing backstage with all the flourish of a glitter-bomb in heels!
The camera then sweeps away from the stage and transitions down to ringside, where the broadcast table is set up just beyond the six-sided ring.
Seated behind it are Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam, both looking ready for an afternoon of sunshine, spectacle, and controlled chaos!
Belinda Simone is dressed in a look that is casual, polished, and perfect for the California heat. She wears a sleeveless coral blouse tucked neatly into high-waisted white shorts, paired with a slim tan belt and open-toed wedge sandals. A pair of gold hoop earrings catch the sunlight every time she turns her head, and her oversized sunglasses are perched stylishly atop her hair. The whole look is light, chic, and practical for a hot day at Legoland while still polished enough to command the desk like the consummate pro she is.
Beside her, Erik Lunam looks like summer took a wrong turn through a velvet cemetery and somehow made it fashionable. He wears a sleeveless black mesh overshirt layered over a charcoal tank top, along with fitted black shorts that hit just above the knee and a silver chain clipped at the hip. His wrists are stacked with dark leather bands, his nails are painted black, and a pair of round tinted sunglasses give him a delightfully theatrical modern goth edge. Even dressed for the heat, he still looks like he wandered out of a stylish midnight cabaret and into a theme park wrestling broadcast by choice!
Simone: Welcome, everyone, to beautiful Legoland California in Carlsbad, where the sunshine is blazing, the fans are electric, and SCW is ready to kick off something very special!
Lunam: It’s a gorgeous day for mayhem, Belinda! Ye couldnae ask for a better place tae light the fuse on the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour! We’ve got rides, we’ve got screams, we’ve got wrestling, and the crowd is absolutely buzzin’!
Simone: That they are! This is the official opening stop of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour, and what a way to begin it all! SCW is taking the action on the road to some of the most exciting amusement park destinations imaginable, and it all starts right here in the middle of Fun Town!
Lunam: It’s the perfect marriage, really! Adrenaline rides and adrenaline fights! Ye’ve got families packin’ the plaza, diehard SCW fans leanin’ over the barricades, and enough energy in the air tae power the whole park twice over!
Simone: And it could not come at a more important time, because with this tour now underway, so too is the Road to Into the Void Fifteen!
Lunam: Aye, and that road is never kind! Every stop matters! Every result matters! Every wrestler knows that if they want momentum, if they want attention, if they want tae make their mark before Into the Void Fifteen, then this isnae the time tae coast!
Simone: Absolutely! Tonight is the beginning of a journey, and for the competitors on this opening event, that means setting the tone not only for the tour but for the weeks ahead. Four matches are scheduled for this kickoff show, and all four of them promise to bring excitement, intensity, and plenty of drama!
Lunam: Four cracking contests to get this whole mad carnival underway! Ye couldnae ask for a better opening card! New statements tae be made, old grudges tae boil over, and maybe a few surprises thrown in for good measure!
Simone: This crowd is ready, the stage is set, and SCW is about to launch the ABruisement Park Tour in unforgettable fashion!
Lunam: So buckle in, folks! The Road tae Into the Void Fifteen starts here, the summer spectacle is officially underway, and this opening show is loaded with four big matches that are sure tae shake the bricks loose at Legoland!
Simone: Let’s take a look at what’s on deck for this exciting opening event!
Lunam: Talk about bein’ thrown straight into the deep end, Belinda! Brittany Williams is marchin’ into this one with all the pride and fire that comes from that Williams bloodline, but sweet sufferin’ saints, what a first test this is gonnae be! Because standin’ across from her is none other than the returnin’ Bella Madison, the self-proclaimed Queen of Hardcore, and when Bella steps into that six-sided ring, she doesnae come tae play nice, she comes tae leave a mark! Brittany may have heart, grit, and a family name that carries weight, but Bella brings chaos, experience, and the kind of vicious edge that can rattle even seasoned veterans! If Brittany wants tae survive her openin’ match on the ABruisement Park Tour, she’s gonna have tae prove in a hurry that she’s more than just Brayden Williams’s sister, because Bella Madison’s return could turn this into an absolute storm from the openin’ bell!
Simone: Our next match is one I know a lot of people have had their eyes on, because the brand new Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway is stepping right back into the spotlight and into a very personal non-title clash against Bea Barnhart! Alexandra is riding high with all the confidence and momentum that comes from capturing championship gold, and you can feel that energy surrounding her tonight, but Bea Barnhart has made a career out of slithering into situations, smiling to your face, and stabbing you in the back the second your guard drops! This may not have the title on the line, but do not let that fool you for one second, because a win over the new champion would be a massive statement for Bea, while Alexandra has the chance to show that her reign is going to be built on more than celebration, it is going to be built on dominance!
Lunam: Zayvion Lyons has every reason tae keep one eye locked on tonight’s main event, because as the number one contender tae the Roulette Championship, he knows his future is waitin’ just over the horizon! But before he can start thinkin’ about title opportunities and championship dreams, he’s got a brutal bit of business tae handle first in the form of Liam Davis! And there are few men in SCW as nasty, as bitter, and as ready tae start a fight as The Angry Officer! Liam disnae care about momentum, rankings, or fairy tale narratives, he just wants tae stomp a man into the canvas and make a point while doin’ it! So if Zayvion wants tae keep that contender’s shine on him, he’s gonna have tae survive a foul-tempered wreckin’ machine tonight, because Liam Davis would love nothin’ more than tae knock the Young Lyon off balance before he ever gets near that Roulette Championship!
Simone: Our main event tonight will see the Roulette Championship on the line, and what a combustible situation this has become following Blaze of Glory Fifteen just two weeks ago! Ryan Keys shocked a lot of people when he dethroned Logan Hunter to capture the gold, and ever since that moment Logan has been absolutely beside himself, throwing such an outrageous fit over losing his championship that the SCW hierarchy finally decided to settle it the simplest way possible, by granting him his contractual rematch and giving him one chance to put up or shut up! Ryan Keys now heads into this opening tour main event with the target firmly on his back as the new champion, while Logan Hunter storms in desperate, furious, and determined to prove that losing at Blaze of Glory was nothing more than a temporary nightmare! The pressure is enormous, the stakes could not be higher, and with the Roulette Championship hanging in the balance, this one has all the makings of an explosive end to an unforgettable night at Legoland! All this and more on Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
As the ring comes into focus following the intro sequence for Climax Control, the cheers and excitement quickly turn to a reign of boos. Battered, bruised and looking a little worse for wear, standing in the middle of the ring is the brand new Worlds Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Raven.
Almost like taking a page out of the books of those who’ve come before, he is dressed to the nines tonight. A crimson red suit, black undershirt, sparkling gold watch upon his wrist. His hair is slicked back and tidy, and his usual unwieldy facial hair is neatly trimmed back to just the stubble.
Conspicuous by its absence however, Alexander Raven does not have the Worlds Heavyweight Championship with him. Also conspicuous by her absence, Luna Pasilno, Raven’s wife and manager is also nowhere to be seen. Alex stands in the middle of the six sided ring, letting the chorus of boos wash down over him. Chants of ‘Not our champion’ and ‘Raven sucks’ break out through the raucous crowd.
Alex slowly raises a hand in front of him, keeping his hand flat as he indicates for the crowd to quiet down. His other hand raised a microphone to his mouth. This however just causes an even more furious response, anger and frustration from the entirety of the crowd as they spit their vitriol on the new King of Sin City. He shakes his head a little and sighs, walking towards one of the nearby corner turnbuckles and climbing it.
Alexander Raven: Shut your damn mouths and use your ears. The World Champion has something to say, you ungrateful mongrels!
This renews the fervor running through the crowd. Chants of ‘shut the f*** up’ and similar beginning to pick up favour. Raven lets a wry smile fall over his face, absorbing and enjoying every moment of the agitation. The frustration from the crowd who knows that they can do absolutely nothing about what transpired at Blaze of Glory.
Alexander Raven: At Blaze of Glory, I did what I have said I would do since I first stepped into the ring here in Sin City Wrestling. I took it to the World Champion, made him listen and finally. Finally toppled the experiment that was Carter Casey-McKinney as the Worlds Heavyweight Champion. Credit where credit is due, Carter went to Hell with me, but only one man walked back out.
Raven mockingly claps as the crowd cheers for their fallen hero. ‘Let’s go Carter!’ ‘Hardcore bottom!’ chants echo out, replacing the vitriol that had been spewed down only moments earlier. Raven slowly steps down the turnbuckles and walks back to the centre of the ring, tapping the microphone against his temple for a moment before bringing it back to his mouth.
Alexander Raven: Now the more astute among you will have noticed two things here tonight. One, the absence of my wonderful and loving wife, Luna, and the other. Well, I made a promise. That props of grandeur, displays of grandiosity. They would not fly in my Sin City. Accolades are titles of name and status. As such, I intend to follow through on my promises. Starting tonight, the Sin City Wrestling Worlds Heavyweight Championship will not be seen again, while I am the champion. There will be no championship belt, there will be no mocking symbol of power. The Worlds Championship belongs to me, and no one else. Not a single fucking one of you deserves to see it!
This results in the crowd going mute. Likely a result of them thinking he was simply bluffing, there is an almost stunned silence at this revelation. Gentle murmurs of confusion, people holding out for a ‘gotcha!’ moment. Alexander Raven lets the smile slip from his face, his features hardening. Eyes narrowing as he turns and points towards the screen.
The titantron comes to life, showing Luna standing somewhere backstage. She is standing behind a podium, on top of it an angled box with a red velvet cushion inside. Sitting upon the cushion is a shimmering gold ring, the SCW logo emblazoned upon it, studded with a plethora of gems. A bizarre thing. Luna reaches in and picks it up holding the ring in the palms of her hands, overlapping one another.
Alexander Raven: Fret not however. I know how much you all adore the little knick knacks and images of power. While I will no longer be brandishing a prop to display myself as the Worlds Heavyweight Champion that we all know. I do not wish to go the route of former champions. I do not care for unearned and unwashed persons getting a chance to even glimpse in my direction. No, the Worlds Heavyweight Championship will not be a journey of proving myself, like it was with the Internet Championship. Now people will have to prove themselves. Now people will have to earn their way to my level.
This gets the crowd somewhat interested, murmurs of hypocrite and other negatives bouncing around but for the most part the rumblings are of excitement. A crowd wondering what is to come. A crowd wondering what this ring could actually mean.
Alexander Raven: Ungrateful ingrates, I present to you, the Sin City Wrestling Worlds Heavyweight Number One Contendership Ring! A bit of a mouthful, yes, but I am nothing but a man who loves to get a word in. Going forward, people will fight to earn the right to this beautiful ring. The right to challenge and glimpse that of which I own. They will fight to earn their way to the World's Heavyweight Champion, their way to me. Under my guidance, Sin City will prosper. For now however, the ring shall be locked away. For not a single unwashed filth has earned the right to even think about challenging me. Not a single one of you could spit polish my boots. Not a single one of you —
Miles Kasey: You about done, bruv?
The voice cuts clean through the arena. And then the crowd erupts as Miles Kasey steps out onto the stage, the SCW Internet Championship slung over his shoulder, not dressed up, not polished, hoodie, black jeans, looking like he walked straight out of a fight and wouldn’t mind walking into another.
He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t play to the crowd. He just stares straight at Raven. Miles lifts a microphone slowly, tilting his head just slightly.
Miles Kasey: Because I gotta be honest, Alex...I’ve heard hostage negotiations with more personality than whatever the hell that was.
The crowd pops.
Miles starts down the ramp, unhurried.
Miles Kasey: You stand out here, talkin’ about ‘earning’ something...about nobody being worthy...about building your little kingdom...
He taps the title on his shoulder.
Miles Kasey: Funny thing about that? And just in case you forgot about this, I already beat you.
A louder reaction now. Miles shrugs, almost casual, but his eyes never leave Raven.
Miles Kasey: I beat you, I was able to name my rematch against Alex Jones and then I went and did something else you and Jones couldn’t stop me from doing...
He lifts the Internet Championship slightly.
Miles Kasey: I got my championship back.
He steps up onto the apron now, wiping his boots before stepping into the ring.
Miles Kasey: (lower, sharper) And while you did beat Carter 2 weeks ago, and you show up here like some bleeding peacock from hell, you are already robbing people of actual entertainment. So, I had this epiphany while we had to listen to you drone on and on, that while I swore that I would never once go after Carter, after the bullshit that came out of your mouth and the hell you put him through...
Miles takes a long deep breath.
Miles Kasey: That I do have a huge win over the now SCW Champion and I have zero issue in making your reign a short one.
He steps closer.
Miles Kasey: So let me make this real simple for you, Raven.
A small smirk finally creeps in.
Miles Kasey: You don’t get to rewrite history just because you found a new toy. You’re looking at the next guy in line.
Alex, visibly frustrated by the interruption, by the mouthiness of Miles, raises the microphone to his mouth to retort. Yet as soon as he does.
Tommy Vexts “cancel the king” hits as Alex Jones steps out shaking his head clearly annoyed at the situation he sees unfolding in front of him. He starts moving down to the ring grabbing a microphone from his back pocket.
Alex Jones: I really do not understand what he’s going on here. Miles you’ve just won that championship you should be off trying to defend that. You did a good job standing up to my challenge and you’ve become a champion but the adults are talking. And this adult recently beat that one before he became the world champion. I should be the next number one contender and I should be the one trying to get my hands on that world title, especially since Raven has a habit of choking even worse than you do.
The crowd gives a loud “oooh.” Miles doesn’t react right away. Alex Raven raises the microphone one more time, only to be cut off once more.
Miles Kasey: You done? Or you got a few more excuses you wanna get out while we’re all standing here?
Crowd pops. Jones scoffs immediately, stepping forward.
Alex Jones: Excuses? No, those are facts.
He points at Miles’ shoulder.
Alex Jones: You beat me. I’ll give you that. One night, you were better. But don’t start acting like that makes you the guy around here. You’re still new to this level, Miles...
Miles Kasey: And I’m already ahead of you.
Alex Jones: You’re ahead because you got hot for five minutes...
Miles Kasey: Only you would know about things taking only five minutes, mate.
He taps the Internet Championship.
Miles Kasey: That’s the difference between me and you.
Jones shakes his head, pacing a step.
Alex Jones: No, the difference is I’ve been doing this. Week after week. I’ve been knocking on that door while you were still trying to figure out if you even belonged in this company
Miles Kasey: I don’t knock. I kick doors in. And weren’t you just the one that was wondering why the hell I wasn’t going for the Championship when Carter was and now here I am, holding true to my word.
Crowd pops again. Jones exhales hard through his nose, frustrated but not backing down.
Alex Jones: Yeah? And what happens when that door kicks back?
He gestures between them.
Alex Jones: Because you’re standing here acting like you’ve already got this whole thing figured out, like one win over me suddenly puts you at the front of the line.
Miles Kasey: Not one. I beat him.
He says pointing toward Raven without looking and then back to Jones.
Miles Kasey: And I beat you.
He adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Miles Kasey: So tell me again why you’re still talking like you’re ahead of me.
Crowd reacts louder now.
Jones steps in chest-to-chest.
Alex Jones: Because I’ve done more than you, Miles.
Alexander Raven: Both of you shut the fuck up!
Alex, visibly frustrated, looks back and forth between the two men. Miles Kasey and Alex Jones.
Alexander Raven: This is my moment! This isn’t about you, this isn’t about your ludicrous fucking claims. This is about Alexander fucking Raven, the brand new Sin City Wrestling Worlds Heavyweight Champion. You do not make the calls, you do not come out and interrupt me. You are nothing, you are nothing!
For one razor-thin second, the whole arena hangs in a strange, electric pause.
Miles Kasey and Alex Jones stand on either side of Raven, both breathing hard, both bristling, both still simmering from their own argument. Raven, red-faced and raging in the middle of them, looks from one man to the other like a king realizing his court has turned feral.
Then Miles and Jones exchange a brief glance. It is not friendly. It is not an alliance. It is not understanding born from respect. It is simply the silent agreement of two men who, for one perfect moment, hate the same person.
CRACK!
Alex Jones fires first, driving a sudden right hand straight into Raven’s jaw. The shot snaps the World Champion’s head to the side and sends him stumbling hard into Miles. The crowd detonates in a roar as Raven, dazed for only a heartbeat, turns right into a blistering punch from Miles Kasey that catches him flush across the face and rocks him back the other way.
The roof nearly blows off the building.
Raven tries to gather himself, tries to bring his hands up, tries to bark something furious and venomous into the microphone still clutched in one hand, but he gets no chance. Jones steps in and drills him again. Miles answers with another shot of his own. Jones with a forearm. Miles with a right hand. Jones with another punch. Miles with another.
Back and forth. Left to right. Right to left.
Alexander Raven is no longer the poised, polished sovereign of Sin City. He is a man being bounced around the ring like a bloody pinball, his expensive crimson jacket wrinkling, his slick composure coming apart at the seams with every blow. The crowd counts along with every shot, each strike another thunderclap in the chaos.
Raven finally staggers backward, reeling into the ropes. His arms drape over the top strand, chest heaving, eyes wide with outrage and disbelief as he tries to steady himself. He barely has time to look up before both challengers move at once.
Jones and Miles step in side by side. And to the absolute shock of everyone in the arena, they link arms. Miles and Jones charge together and level him with a thunderous double clothesline that flips the World Champion clean over the top rope. Raven crashes violently to the floor at ringside, landing in a heap beside the apron as the arena erupts into a frenzy of cheers, screams, and utter bedlam!
Lunam: Bloody hell!
Simone: Alexander Raven actually thought Alex Jones and Miles Kasey would just stand there and be spoken to like that!?
The fans are on their feet!
Raven scrambles up to one knee outside the ring, one hand clutching the side of his face, the other slamming against the floor in fury. His expression is pure poison now, all smugness burned away, replaced by a stare that could curdle steel. He shouts up at the ring, frothing with rage, his voice lost beneath the tidal wave of noise from the crowd.
Inside the ring, the temporary unity dies instantly.
Miles turns. Jones turns. And now they are nose to nose.
The cheers shift into a different kind of roar, the audience sensing fresh violence blooming without even a second to breathe. Miles says something sharp and low, jaw clenched, eyes blazing. Jones fires back immediately, pointing a finger into Miles’ chest. Miles slaps the hand away. Jones steps closer. Miles steps right into him. The Internet Championship glints on Miles’ shoulder like a lit fuse.
Officials flood the ring.
Security rushes down the ramp in black shirts, sliding under the ropes and swarming both men before the first punch can fly. It takes multiple guards to keep them apart as Miles lunges forward, shouting over the shoulders of security, while Jones strains against the wall of bodies restraining him, still jawing right back.
Simone: The World Heavyweight title scene has never been more heated than it is right now!
Lunam: And Alexander Raven has TWO targets on his back!
Outside the ring, Raven is back on his feet now, seething at ringside with both hands gripping the apron so hard his knuckles blanch. His breathing is ragged, his eyes burning holes into the two men who just embarrassed him on his first night as champion. Up on the stage, Luna clutches the strange jeweled contendership ring to her chest, aghast at the chaos unraveling before her as Climax Control descends fully into madness.
The lights in the arena dim. The giant screen flickers to life. A deep pulse of music rumbles through the building as red, blue, and silver lights sweep over the crowd. The SCW logo flashes across the screen before shattering into sparks!
A sweeping aerial shot of Osaka at night! Neon lights blaze across the skyline! Crowded streets pulse with life! Giant signs glow in every direction! The camera dives through the city like a rocket!
Voice Over: SCW is going global once again! On May 3rd, 2026, the road leads straight into the heart of Osaka, Japan! A city of lights! A city of energy! A city built for spectacle!
The famous Universal Studios Japan globe slowly turning as fans flood through the gates! Music rises louder! Roller coasters roar overhead! Attractions flash by in rapid fire! The entire park shines like a dream made real!
Voice Over: For one unforgettable night, the magic of Universal Studios Japan collides with the chaos of Sin City Wrestling! The rides! The lights! The atmosphere! The electricity in the air will be unlike anything SCW has ever seen before!
A rapid montage of locations from across the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour! Crowds pouring through gates! Coasters twisting through the sky! Landmark attractions flashing on screen! SCW superstars posing, fighting, celebrating, and falling in defeat from stop to stop on the wildest tour of the year!
Voice Over: For weeks, SCW has thundered across the globe on the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour! From one unforgettable destination to the next, the action has grown louder! The stakes have grown higher! And now it all comes down to this!
The screen slams into a glowing shot of Universal Studios Japan at night! Fireworks bursting overhead! The skyline alive with color! The six-sided SCW ring stands beneath a storm of lights in the center of a massive custom stage inspired by the park! Giant video boards! Pyro exploding upward! Fans screaming from every side!
Voice Over: Because Into the Void XV is not just another event! It is the final stop of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour! The grand finale! The last ride! The final explosion at the end of a worldwide thrill ride that has taken SCW to new heights!
Quick cuts of previous Into the Void moments flash across the screen! High dives! Superkicks! Championship poses! Bodies crashing to the mat! Referees counting! Fans leaping to their feet in shock!
Voice Over: This is Into the Void XV! Bigger! Louder! Wilder! A night where every match feels larger than life and every moment threatens to become history!
Close-up shots of a six-sided ring! The camera circles it from every angle! Steel steps! Taut ropes! The SCW logo shining from the apron! A spotlight hits the center of the mat as if waiting for battle to begin!
Voice Over: And inside that six-sided ring, there will be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide! Six sides of pressure! Six sides of punishment! Six sides of destiny!
Fast shots of cheering fans in SCW shirts mixed with shots of Universal Studios Japan attractions! Roller coasters plunging! Water splashing! Lights racing! The visuals become faster and faster with each drumbeat!
Voice Over: Osaka will feel the thunder! Universal Studios Japan will become the battleground! And SCW will unleash a supercard experience that will shake the foundations of the entire amusement park!
Fireworks burst over the park skyline! The screen flashes with animated stars, sparks, and metallic graphics! INTO THE VOID XV slams across the screen in giant letters!
Voice Over: The stars will shine brighter! The stakes will climb higher! And the world will be watching as SCW invades one of the most exciting destinations on the planet for the final stop of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
Quick flashes of SCW championships held high! Wrestlers shadowboxing backstage! Boots stomping down hallways! Hands taping up! A close-up of a referee calling for the bell! A ring announcer raising a microphone! The crowd counting down from ten!
Voice Over: Every rivalry will intensify! Every championship will matter more! Every competitor stepping into Osaka will know the same truth! At Into the Void XV, legends rise, hearts break, and careers can change forever in a single second!
The screen goes black for one beat!
Then a deafening explosion of pyro fills the screen as the Universal Studios Japan globe appears again, now surrounded by SCW graphics and a glowing six-sided ring beneath it!
Voice Over: On 05/03/2026, SCW presents Into the Void XV from Universal Studios Japan in Osaka, Japan! The final stop of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour! Prepare for impact! Prepare for spectacle! Prepare to go Into the Void!
Final event graphic on screen!
Voice Over: Into the Void XV! Only in SCW! Only in Osaka! Only at Universal Studios Japan! The final stop of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
The screen fades out as the crowd erupts!
Justin: Introducing on her way to the ring. She is wrestling royalty. Third Generation superstar “Princess” Brittany Williams!!!
We R Who We R by Ke$ha begins to blast across all the speakers. Princess Brittany Williams emerges from behind the curtain wearing a Tiara on her head and a scepter in her hand. She smiles as the crowd welcomes her with boos. Paparazzi snap photos of the little heiress as she walks to the ring doing a royalty wave. Brittany slides into the ring as she slowly takes her Tiara off and raises her scepter high into the air. She throws them to the side waiting for her opponent to come out next.
The arena lights crash into total black.
A sharp crackle of red-and-silver static flickers across the video screen.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…” Addie Nicole’s voice cuts through the darkness raw, haunting.
A single red spotlight slashes across the stage.
Fog rolls in across the ramp.
Bella Madison steps into the light.
Her hood is up. Her head is down. Arms at her sides. Her silhouette is sharp black matte leather gear with crimson trim and silver-glitched detailing. No theatrics. Just presence.
On the screen behind her, her name glitches to life:
BELLA MADISON
BITE. YOUR. TONGUE.
Justin: Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!
She begins her walk down the ramp. Controlled. Heavy with purpose. Every step is deliberate this isn’t performance. It’s confrontation. She stops halfway down, head tilting up just slightly.
The beat drops. The lights shift strobe pulses echoing like warning shots. At ringside, Bella circles the ring once, staring up at it like a battlefield. She slides under the bottom rope, staying on one knee for a second grounded, still, gathering the storm.
Then she stands. She pulls back the hood. Her hair falls loose around her face. Eyes fixed dead on the hard cam. She mouths the words with steady conviction, a vow, not a lyric.
As the chorus fades, she steps to the center of the ring and raises three fingers.
No smile. No pose. No compromise.
Just Bella.
Exactly as she is now.
The arena buzzes with anticipation, a restless sea of energy swelling beneath the bright lights as Bella Madison stands poised in her corner, rolling her shoulders with quiet confidence. Across the ring, Brittany Williams flashes a cocky grin, brushing her hair back before raising her arms to soak in the reaction. The bell hasn’t even rung yet, and already the tension between them feels electric.
Lunam: You can feel it, Simone, this one’s going to be fast, technical, and brutal all at once.
Simone: Bella Madison thrives in that chaos and strength. But Brittany? She’s unpredictable. That’s dangerous.
DING DING DING!
They circle each other slowly at first, boots whispering against the canvas. Brittany strikes first with a sudden lunge, but Bella slips behind her, catching her in a tight waistlock before transitioning seamlessly into a hammerlock. Brittany winces, twisting her body to relieve the pressure, only for Bella to flow into a headlock takeover, grounding her opponent immediately.
Lunam: That’s Bella’s chain wrestling, fluid, relentless.
Simone: She’s not giving Brittany a second to breathe.
Brittany rolls her hips, kicking her legs up and flipping them both over, reversing the hold into headscissors. Bella kicks free, popping back to her feet, and the two collide again, arm drag by Bella, Brittany is up, another arm drag, and then a third that sends Brittany rolling across the mat. Bella charges, dropkick! Brittany hits the mat hard, rolling to the ropes to regroup.
Simone: And just like that, Bella shifts from technical to explosive.
Brittany smirks, nodding as if impressed, then springs onto the ropes in one motion, springboard hurricanrana! Bella flips across the ring, landing hard but quickly pushing herself up.
Lunam: Brittany answering right back!
They clash again, faster now. Bella ducks a strike and delivers a sharp Yakuza Kick that snaps Brittany’s head back. Without hesitation, Bella grabs her arm, twisting into a surfboard stretch, pulling Brittany off the mat as the crowd roars.
Simone: That’s painful, she’s bending her like a bow!
Brittany screams, then manages to shift her weight forward, collapsing the hold and rolling Bella into a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Bella kicks out.
Both women scramble up, Brittany spins, enzuigiri! Bella staggers, dazed. Brittany bounces off the ropes, springboard moonsault
Bella moves and Brittany crashes hard.
Lunam: High risk, high reward and that time, all risk!
Bella capitalizes instantly, grabbing Brittany and planting her with a sharp DDT. She doesn’t stop there pulling her up again, spinning another DDT, this one snapping Brittany down even harder. The pace quickens again as Bella hits the ropesspringboardBeautiful Disaster! The enzuigiri connects clean, sending Brittany collapsing to her knees.
Simone: There it is! That could be the beginning of the end!
Bella climbs the ropes, eyes locked on her opponent. She launches, moonsault! But Brittany rolls through at the last second and pops up, adrenaline surging. She grabs Bella by the hair, hair toss, then immediately hits a snapmare into a running kick to the back.
Lunam: Brittany turning the tide!
Brittany backs up, measuring her. She spins“Boom Headshot!”the roundhouse kick connects flush to Bella’s temple. Bella drops.
Simone: That’s her signature! This could be it!
Brittany climbs the ropes, pointing to the crowd before launching into the Lionsault“Woo Hoo Stay Down Noob!”she lands perfectly.
ONE!
TWO!
Bella kicks out. The crowd erupts.
Lunam: How did she survive that?!
Brittany slams the mat in frustration, then stands, motioning a crown onto her head.
Simone: She’s calling for it. Coronation!
She pulls Bella up, hooking her, jumping impact DDT.Bella twists midair, breaking free and landing on her feet. In one fluid motion, she kicks Brittany’s knee out. Bella Aube! The short trip hurricanrana drives Brittany into the mat violently.
Lunam: What a counter! What a move!
Bella doesn’t hesitate. She grabs Brittany, wrenching her into position and locking in the submission, Bella Notte. The arena hushes as Brittany screams, clawing at the mat.
Simone: She’s trapped! That’s Bella’s submission finisher!
Brittany struggles, reaching for the ropes, fingertips brushing, but Bella pulls her back to center, tightening the hold. Seconds feel like minutes. Finally, Brittany manages to twist her body, forcing enough separation to roll them both sideways and break the hold.
Lunam: She escaped! Barely!
Bella looks frustrated for the first time, but quickly refocuses. She pulls Brittany up, Whiplash! The sitout slam snaps Brittany down hard.
Simone: That’s the setup!
Bella lifts her again, Ashes to Ashes!
But Brittany shoves her off mid-lift and staggers back to the ropes. Desperation fuels her as she leaps springboard hurricanrana from the top rope! Bella crashes to the mat. Brittany, barely standing, drags herself to the top turnbuckle again.
Lunam: She’s going for everything!
She leaps, Hollywood Hills frog splash! It connects.
ONE!
TWO!
Bella kicks out again. The disbelief on Brittany’s face mirrors the shock in the crowd.
Simone: Bella refuses to stay down!
Both women lie exhausted now, the toll of the match evident. Slowly, they rise, exchanging blows, forearm strikes, kicks, another forearm. Bella ducks one and hits a headscissors takedown, then follows with a shining wizard that snaps Brittany’s head forward. Bella climbs the ropes once more, steady despite the fatigue.
Lunam: She’s thinking big now.
She launches Second Gen! The Phoenix Splash connects perfectly.
ONE!
TWO!
Brittany kicks out. The arena explodes again.
Simone: This is unbelievable!
Bella sits up, breathing heavily, then nods to herself. She pulls Brittany up one last time, setting her Whiplash again, harder this time. Without hesitation, Ashes to Ashes! The pancaked DDT drives Brittany into the mat with finality. Bella collapses into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings.
Lunam: It’s over! Bella Madison wins!
Simone: What a war! Brittany threw everything she had at her,but Bella had just a little more!
Bella rolls off, exhausted but victorious, as the referee raises her hand. The crowd roars in appreciation, having witnessed a match that pushes both competitors to their absolute limits. Bella stands tall in the center of the ring, breathing hard, sweat dripping, but her eyes shining with triumph.
Lunam: This is what Bella Madison brings every time… it’s exactly why she’s unstoppable.
Simone: Tonight, she proved exactly why she’s the best. I can’t wait to see which champion she goes after next.
Static crackles across the screen. A dramatic black-and-gold graphic spins into view. Bold flashing text appears:
TIRED OF OFFICIALS SEEING EVERYTHING?
WISH YOU HAD JUST A FEW PRECIOUS MINUTES OF QUESTIONABLE FREEDOM?
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Cheap explosion graphic. A silver spray can slowly rotates on a velvet pedestal while suspiciously heroic music blares.
Voice Over: Has this ever happened to you?
A dramatized wrestling match. Bea Barnhart is in the ring against a very generic NPC opponent labeled on the lower third as “Patty Pinfall.” A generic referee named “Rick O’Strict” stands nearby, watching very carefully.
Voice Over: You are in complete control. You are dominating your opponent. You are one brilliant shortcut away from victory.
Bea reaches for the ropes for leverage on a pin. The referee instantly notices and starts wagging a finger.
Rick O’Strict: I saw that!
Freeze frame on Bea making an irritated face. The screen turns black and white.
Voice Over: Ugh. Tragic.
Cut to another dramatization. Bea tries to rake the eyes. The referee again catches it immediately.
Rick O’Strict: I definitely saw that!
Another freeze frame. Sad trombone sound.
Voice Over: Sick of referees doing their job? Fed up with authority figures noticing every little thing? Wish you could enjoy up to seven glorious minutes of suspicious convenience?
Color slams back onto the screen. The can appears again, sparkling like a treasure from a discount kingdom. Huge letters fill the screen:
REFEREE REPELLENT BODY SPRAY
Bea Barnhart steps into frame in a studio set designed to look like a glamorous backstage lounge. She holds the can with the pride of someone presenting a Nobel Prize.
Bea Barnhart: Hi, I’m Bea Barnhart, and like many hardworking competitors, I have suffered for years from a devastating problem. Referees with functioning eyesight.
Bea walks toward the camera, shaking her head in theatrical disappointment.
Bea Barnhart: Every time I bent the rules, nudged the rules, leaned on the rules, or hit the rules over the head with a metaphorical shovel, some striped little nuisance magically appeared to ruin everything.
Cut to Bea sitting in an armchair like she’s filming a serious documentary.
Bea Barnhart: I asked myself, Bea, how are you supposed to thrive in a competitive environment when officials keep noticing all your creativity?
Bea raises the spray can into the light.
Bea Barnhart: Then I discovered Referee Repellent Body Spray.
Heavenly choir sound. The spray can glows with fake CGI rays.
Voice Over: That’s right. Referee Repellent Body Spray is the revolutionary new fragrance-adjacent athletic mist that allegedly keeps officials from noticing anything suspicious for up to seven minutes.
Tiny legal text races along the bottom of the screen too quickly to read.
Voice Over: That means more time for rope leverage, hidden objects, strategic distractions, exaggerated innocence, and all the other little touches that separate the professionals from the people who follow rules.
Bea demonstrates the can.
Bea Barnhart: It’s simple. Before your match, just spray Referee Repellent Body Spray on your wrists, your shoulders, your gear, and anywhere else you want to smell like confidence and barely-deniable misconduct.
Bea sprays each wrist with ridiculous seriousness. A cloud of glittery mist erupts. She coughs once, then recovers instantly.
Bea Barnhart: Mmm. Smells like victory, bad sportsmanship, and citrus.
Cut to a demonstration match. Lower third reads: “DRAMATIZATION”. Bea stands in the ring with another generic NPC opponent labeled “Tina Turnbuckle.” A referee named “Stanley Countwell” paces nearby.
Voice Over: Let’s see it in action.
Bea winks at the camera and sprays the product on her neck. The referee suddenly looks mildly confused, as though his brain has wandered into a foggy parking lot.
Voice Over: In just seconds, the patented Maybe-Noticing Formula goes to work.
Bea blatantly chokes her opponent on the ropes while smiling directly at the hard cam. The referee turns and begins inspecting a turnbuckle for no reason.
Voice Over: Look at that. Normally, a referee would spot that immediately.
Bea lifts an oversized comically fake wrench from under the ring apron and bonks the opponent behind the referee’s back. The referee is distracted by a single loose wrist tape on the canvas.
Voice Over: But with Referee Repellent Body Spray, suspicious behavior becomes vaguely less suspicious.
Bea hooks the tights on a pin attempt. The referee slides into position and counts anyway.
Stanley Countwell: One! Two! Three!
Bell rings. Bea raises both arms triumphantly.
Bea Barnhart: See? It’s not cheating if nobody with official authority seems interested.
Cut back to studio. Bea stands beside a big screen reading BEFORE and AFTER.
Voice Over: Before Referee Repellent Body Spray, Bea was forced to rely on timing, cunning, deception, and luck.
On the “Before” side, Bea gets caught pulling hair and argues angrily with a referee.
Voice Over: After Referee Repellent Body Spray, she can rely on timing, cunning, deception, luck, and a lightly floral aerosol mist.
On the “After” side, Bea jabs an opponent in the throat while the referee stares blankly into the middle distance.
Bea Barnhart: I used to waste valuable energy worrying about consequences. Now I can focus on what really matters. Winning, smiling, and acting offended when anybody questions me.
A graphic appears reading PERFECT FOR: with bullet points flashing onto the screen.
Voice Over: Perfect for wrestlers, managers, schemers, meddlers, instigators, dramatic spouses at ringside, and anybody who thinks rules are more of a rough draft than a final version.
Bea now stands in front of a display table with various fake bonus items.
Bea Barnhart: But wait, it gets better.
Giant text slams onto screen: WAIT, IT GETS BETTER
Bea Barnhart: Order in the next fifteen minutes and you’ll also receive the pocket-size Official Excuse Generator Card absolutely free.
Bea flips through a laminated card with phrases like:
“I was adjusting my elbow pad.”
“She ran into my hand.”
“That wrench is emotional support equipment.”
“I thought rope breaks were optional.”
Bea Barnhart: Now when the effect wears off and the referee finally catches on, you’ll be ready with a lie so polished it could host a talk show.
Bea smiles brightly.
Voice Over: And that’s not all.
Another graphic appears: BONUS OFFER #2
Voice Over: You’ll also get the travel-size Emergency Innocence Face Mirror, so you can practice your shocked expression anywhere.
Bea holds up a compact mirror and cycles through fake expressions: innocent, offended, heartbroken, appalled, then “who, me?”
Bea Barnhart: This one is vital. A good illegal tactic means nothing without a great reaction shot.
Split screen showing Bea delivering a sneaky cheap shot on the left, then instantly pulling a wounded angel face on the right.
Voice Over: Amazing.
Back to the dramatization ring. A giant countdown clock appears in the corner reading 6:59.
Voice Over: And remember, Referee Repellent Body Spray lasts for up to seven minutes.
Montage as the clock ticks down. Bea uses the ropes. Bea distracts the referee. Bea slips a foreign object into her boot. Bea shouts “What?!” with performative outrage. The referee remains baffled.
Voice Over: That’s enough time for an eye rake, a hidden object, a tights-assisted pin, a strategic distraction, one fake ankle injury, two innocent shrugs, and a post-match denial.
The clock hits 0:01. Bea reaches for another underhanded tactic. Suddenly the referee spins around with supernatural awareness.
Stanley Countwell: Hey! I saw that!
Bea freezes, then slowly lowers the object.
Bea Barnhart: That’s why I always keep a second can in my gear bag.
She produces another spray can from nowhere and grins.
Voice Over: Referee Repellent Body Spray. Because seven minutes of chaos is still seven beautiful minutes.
The product lineup fills the screen. One regular can, one bonus mini can, the excuse card, and the innocence mirror. Price graphic flashes absurdly.
Voice Over: Get one full-size can, one travel can, the Official Excuse Generator Card, and the Emergency Innocence Face Mirror, all for just three easy payments of $19.99.
Bea gasps dramatically.
Bea Barnhart: That’s less than the cost of one fine, one manager ejection, or replacing a perfectly good referee shirt after a very specific incident I am not legally required to discuss.
Phone number and fake website appear on screen.
Voice Over: Call now or visit www.RepelTheRef.fake to order your Referee Repellent Body Spray today.
Bea leans toward the camera, lowering her voice as if sharing sacred wisdom.
Bea Barnhart: Why leave your fate in the hands of officials when you can leave it in the hands of modern science, questionable marketing, and me?
She sprays a little cloud in front of herself and walks through it like it is entrance fog.
Bea Barnhart: Referee Repellent Body Spray. Smell great. Break rules. Stay charming.
Final product shot. Glitter rains from above for no reason. A generic referee named “Barry Fairplay” wanders into the shot, squints at the can, shrugs, and walks away.
Voice Over: Referee Repellent Body Spray is not approved by any athletic commission, regulatory board, moral authority, or sensible adult. Side effects may include overconfidence, suspicious victories, theatrical lying, glitter inhalation, and sudden disqualifications after the seven-minute window expires. Use only as directed. Or don’t. We clearly can’t stop you.
Bea blows a kiss to the camera.
Bea Barnhart: Order now, you glorious little rule-benders.
Fade out to SCW Climax Control logo.
The lights in the arena dim, as “Hey You” by Nova Rockefeller plays to a mixed reaction of mostly boos as the former Bombshell Internet Champion Victoria Lyons makes her way down to the ring followed by her fiancee and consort Darian Price. She wastes little time getting a microphone once in the ring.
Lunam: Well, Victoria posted on X she had some demands. I think we're about to hear those demands.
Victoria Lyons: I suppose you all expect me to come out here and make a ton of excuses about my loss to Alexandra Calaway. Well, too bad for you because that's not going to happen. Alexandra Calaway proved herself a warrior and deserves to be Bombshell Internet Champion.
Simone: Wow, some rare praise from The Queen. You don't hear that from Victoria Lyons often.
Victoria Lyons: At the end of the day, like I said from the start, the Bombshell Internet Championship was a detour I had to take in order to hit a grand slam. Now I can focus on bringing it home and hitting that grand slam by focusing on the Bombshell World Championship.
She stops for a moment and lets the crowd react.
Victoria Lyons: So that brings me to Kayla Richards. Our esteemed Bombshell World Champion. Now don't get me wrong, Kayla has earned everything she has. I take nothing away from her. She's at the top for a reason. But, am I the only one tired of Kayla Richards? At least Frankie was something fresh, at least Crystal was something different. Now we're back to status quo with ANOTHER Kayla Richards run?
The crowd boos.
Victoria Lyons: I know I for sure am, and I'm not going to stand around and wait. I'm going to stand up and do something about it. So I'm not asking you Evelyn Hall, I'm not asking you Christian Underwood, I'm not asking you, Kayla Richards. I am telling you that I WILL challenge Kayla Richards at Into The Void for the Bombshell World Championship. I am not waiting, I am demanding that this match be made. But you know what I'll even be fair about it, because I will allow Kayla Richards to pick the stipulation.
She pauses as a smirk grows on her face.
Victoria Lyons: She can have whatever stipulation she wants because I want to beat her at her own game. She calls herself Dreamkiller, but I am about to become a nightmare she can't escape because I will not relent and I will not back down until my demands are met. Nothing is going to stand in my way of becoming the Bombshell World Champion. I am next in line, ONLY ME!, and everybody knows it so just give me what I want or suffer the consequences. This will be your only warning.
The cameras in zoom in closer to her face when she gives an intense stare.
Victoria Lyons: Kayla Richards, I'm coming for you bitch.
After laughing to herself for a moment she drops the mic and comfortably walks to the back with her fiancee in toe and her music playing.
Simone: well the queen has made it clear she wants Kayla Richards at into the void.
Lunam: And she wants Kayla to pick the stipulation. I wonder if the Queen is becoming a little too overconfident here….
Simone: Well Victoria Lyons has never been short on confidence, we will have to see how this situation develops.
Bea Barnhart has just exited her dressing room. As she steps into the hallway to start her walk to the staging area to be ready for her entrance for her match against Alexandra Calaway one of the roving camera persons approaches her to ask if it is okay for him to focus his camera on her as she makes her way to the staging area. Bea thanks the camera person for asking and she graciously invites them to follow her to air her pre-match comments for her match.
Bea: While I am headed to the staging area to be ready for my match against Alexandra Calaway I want everyone to know that I am hyped up for this match and I have no doubts about defeating Alexandra. She can talk all the smack she wants but her history of hiring others to attack her opponents because she is running scared but the fact remains that she needs help to win matches whereas I depend on my intelligence, agility, speed, and wrestling abilities to win my matches.
Bea turns down a side hallway and at the end of that hallway she sees the entrance area where she will stage herself until it is time for her to make her entrance for her match.
Bea: In a short time I will make my entrance for my match against Alexandra Calaway. I enter the match with the intent to defeat and humiliate Alexandra. I want to beat her down. . .make her hurt. . .make her question her abilities in the wrestling ring. . .and I want to leave the match with my hand raised in victory. What Alexandra is failing to understand is that I have no compassion for her. . .I have no desire to hold back against her. . .but I do have every desire to destroy her. So, Alexandra, enjoy your freedom while you have it because in a few minutes we will officially face off against each other in the ring where I leave our match as the winner and you leave the match as a loser.
The backstage attendant informs Bea to get into position to make her entrance and she does so.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match up is a rematch from the Go Home Show for Blaze of Glory but with a twist! Alexandra Callaway dethroned Victoria Lyons to win the Bombshell Internet Title for the first time and while her match tonight is non-title? You can bet that the other bombshells who don’t have a title match in their future yet will be watching closely as she takes on Bea Barnhart in singles action.
Lunam: Bea, alongside her husband Bill, was also in action at Blaze of Glory but both she and Bill failed in their quests to win a future shot at the Bombshell Roulette Title, their matches being won by Harper Mason and Zayvian Lyons respectively, and Bea is looking to spoil Alexandra’s celebration plans!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is a non-title contest, scheduled for one fall!
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 crossing her face.
Justin: Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, she is the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion, 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 the front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair as she waits for her opponent.
Simone: Alexandra had been trying for some time to break out of the Roulette Division and she did just that!
Lunam: But Bea won’t make it easy!
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.
Justin: From Lawrenceville, Georgia, Bea Barnhart!
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.
Simone: And speaking of Bea. She has a lot of history with Alexandra stemming from Callaway’s early days in SCW!
Lunam: They’ve been persistent rivals, hell I’m surprised they didn’t make this a title defence!
Jacob goes over the rules with both women before Alexandra hands over her title and Jacob calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And this match is underway!
Lunam: Bea’s out to play spoiler and Alexandra wants to keep her momentum up, this will be good!
Once the bell rings the two veteran Bombshells circle around each other before they lock up in the middle of the ring, there isn’t much size difference between the two women, Alexandra being the taller but lighter of the two at 5ft 6 and 125ibs while Bea’s 5ft 5 and 130ibs, but Alexandra’s strength comes into play, shoving away Bea and sending her head over heels. Bea scrambles to her feet and tries to lock up again but gets the same result.
Simone: Bea’s being reminded about Alexandra’s power game the hard way here.
Lunam: Alexandra isn’t exactly the biggest Bombshell on the roster but she is a power based wrestler at the end of the day, Bea would be wise to remember that!
Alexandra then extends an arm out for a Test of Strength and Bea seems to take the bait only to stomp on the Texan’s foot while she’s distracted and seizes the opportunity to lock in a side headlock on Alexandra. Alexandra proceeds to power Bea up for a back suplex but Bea, through sheer tenacity, manages to reverse into a headlock takeover. Alexandra reverses this into her first pinfall of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea kicks out.
Simone: Bea just showed what her best strategy for dealing with Alexandra’s power is!
Lunam: All else fails? Use trickery and wrestling!
Both women get to their feet and Alexandra goes for a running lariat but Bea ducks it before hitting the opposite ropes and then a running crossbody on Alexandra!
Lunam: Come to think of it, is there a rule against stomping on your opponent’s foot?
Simone: Probably not because it doesn’t exactly come up in every match!
Alexandra rolls out of the ring before Bea can press the advantage but Bea climbs the nearest turnbuckle before launching herself off the top rope and to the floor, knocking Alexandra down.
Simone: Either way, both women are down on the outside.
Lunam: And Jacob’s starting his count.
Jacob’s count reaches five before Bea picks up Alexandra and rolls her back into the ring before Bea goes for her first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra kicks out! Bea shakes her head before going for another pin, this time hooking both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra still kicks out! Bea slaps the mat in frustration before getting in Jacob’s face about a slow count but Alexandra uses the distraction to score a roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea kicks out!
Simone: Bea proving that the age old adage is true: don’t argue with the SCW refs!
Lunam: Jacob didn’t even need to do anything, Alexandra corrected Bea for him!
Both women get to their feet and start trading blows in the centre of the ring! Alexandra gets the advantage again by backing Bea to the ropes but Bea takes advantage of the confusion caused by her being in the ropes and Jacob being out of position to rake Alexandra’s eyes and drop her with a DDT by the ropes! Bea rolls her an inch away from the ropes before going for a pin!
ONE!
BEA GETS HER FEET IN THE ROPES!
TWO!
AND JACOB SEES IT, STOPPING THE COUNT! Bea immediately goes on the defensive as she tries to defend herself against Jacob but……………
Simone: Is Bea seriously arguing that she was stretching her legs during that pin?!
Lunam: She’s told some wild stories over the years but that’s a new one! And Alexandra’s about to make her pay for it!
Indeed, Alexandra is now back on her feet and is measuring up Bea for a lariat but Bea’s quick thinking not only gets her fined but saves her skin as she pulls Jacob into the line of fire! Alexandra stops in her tracks while Jacob gives Bea a “what the hell” look.
Simone: Well, Bea just got a fine for putting her hands on a ref!
Lunam: Not even sure if the winner’s purse will cover that!
Bea shoves Jacob aside and Alexandra checks on him. He confirms that he’s okay but Bea goes for her signature Bulldog only for Alexandra to shove her off! Bea scrambles to her feet but Alexandra boots her in the gut before hitting The Last Ride!
Simone: Apocalypse! The same move that won Alexandra the title!
Lunam: Bea is down! Stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Alexandra goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER, THE BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPION ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!
Simone: Alexandra won her first match as champion but Bea made her work for it!
Lunam: I’d hate to be her first challenger!
Alexandra celebrates with her title while Jacob checks on Bea.
The Titantron flickers to life. SCW Hall of Famer Mercedes Vargas stands under harsh light, stitches tracing her forehead, bloodstained wraps visible beneath torn sleeves. She lifts her phone, the camera’s red light blinking.
Mercedes: Crystal... you think you survived me? Look at this.
She turns, revealing her back laced with fresh scars.
Mercedes: Three weeks of pain. Three weeks of stitches, salve, and seething. I walked through that Japanese Death Match, through fire and wire, and I’m still standing. You? Hiding behind Seleana, pretending you didn’t taste your own blood. Family didn't save you. Loyalty’s a lie I taught you. Burned it into your skin. That Death Match wasn’t the end, cariña. It was my promise. Promise made, promise kept.
Camera tightens, her eyes gleam wild beneath staple-gun scars puckered on cheek.
Mercedes: You wanted war, Crystal? I gave you me. So heal up, mamita. Because next time, there’s no wire to crawl through. Just you... and my hands closing in on what’s left.
Her tone lowers, intimate but biting.
Mercedes: That chapter's done. And now, my eyes are on the World Bombshell Championship. That's where I belong.
She leans toward the lens, voice soft, resolute.
Mercedes: The road to Into the Void begins now.
A smirk. She wipes a streak of fake blood from her lip. Screen cuts to black. SCW logo. Crowd pops.
Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Simone: Harper overcame Amelia Reynolds and Bea Barnhart in a ladder match at Blaze of Glory to earn a shot at Alicia Lukas and the Bombshell Roulette Title and she is understandably riding a high right now!
Lunam: Speaking of Alicia? Harper’s partner in crime and tag team partner Cassie Wolfe fell short in her quest to win the gold but she hasn’t really said much.
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, Josh hands her a mic and Harper takes it.
Harper: You know, it’s funny, I was thinking that the Blaze of Glory cycle was going to be a cooldown period for me after my unsuccessful attempt at dethrone Victoria.
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: And of course. Congrats to Alexandra for saving us from another super long reign, I think we can all be thankful for that!
Harper says before grinning.
Harper: But you guys saw what happened at Blaze of Glory and………………
Harper stops as she spots Cassie walking down the aisle in her street clothes, hands in her jeans pockets and an unreadable expression on her face.
Harper: Cass? Where have you been, we’ve been looking for all day.
Cassie says nothing as she rolls into the ring, brushing off Josh.
Simone: Something seems to have changed about Cass.
Lunam: Yeah, she’s usually a lot more animated than this.
Suddenly a female figure emerges from the crowd...
Simone: WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE’S SECURITY?!
Lunam: Harper seems just as shocked as us Belinda!
Indeed Harper goes to give chase to the other woman but she remains still before grabbing a mic.
???: Been a long time, eh Harper?
Simone: Wait I know that voice!
Lunam: It can’t be, she’s been out of wrestling for years!
Harper stops in her tracks as she recognizes the woman’s Australian accent, when suddenly? CASSIE SPINS HARPER AROUND AND DROPS HER WITH THE WOLFE HUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Simone: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Lunam: I DON’T KNOW!
Cassie takes the mic and kneels over Harper.
Cassie: At first? I was the Golden Child of Hero Academy, but then you came along and stole my spotlight Harper.
The woman joins Cassie in the ring with the chair still in her hands.
Cassie: Even after we finally made it to SCW they gave you more preferential treatment than me! Even Josh, while professing that he treated us equally, gave you special treatment, well, no more.
Cassie nods towards the taller woman.
Cassie: Because why go for someone who was never relevant in SCW as my manager when I’ve got one of the longest reigning Roulette Champions as my half sister.
Cassie grins.
Cassie: Right Charlotte?
The woman removes her hood.
Simone: IT’S KRYSTAL WOLFE! SHE’S RETURNED TO SCW!
Lunam: Oh this could be deadly.
Krystal kneels down to Harper as she starts to regain consciousness.
Krystal: Harper? Remember this moment: Young Justice is dead, the Rebel Princess is dead, and the friendship?
Krystal passes the chair to Cassie and she lays out Harper with a brutal chair shot.
Cassie: DEAD!
The two Aussies leave the ring as medics rush down to check on Harper with Joshua's assistance.
The show returns from break to a split-screen. On one side, Pussy Willow stands backstage inside the arena, microphone in hand and the SCW crowd humming loudly in the background. On the other, Helluva Bottom Carter appears from his home in Las Vegas, Nevada, seated in a dark leather chair beneath softer lighting. The former champion looks far from one hundred percent. A nasty bruise shadows one side of his face, one eye is ringed with a deep shiner, and a strip of medical tape covers a small cluster of stitches at his forehead near the hairline. There is healing discoloration along his jaw, and though he sits upright, there is a stiffness in the way he holds himself that makes it clear every movement still costs him something.
Pussy Willow: Welcome back to Climax Control, everyone. At this time, I am joined by the now former SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter, speaking to us live from his home in Las Vegas, Nevada.
HBCarter: You just had to bring up the former part, didn’t you?
Pussy Willow: It is, unfortunately, the relevant part of the conversation tonight, Carter.
HBCarter: Yeah. Figured as much.
Pussy Willow: Carter, many people here tonight in Carlsbad at Legoland have been wondering the same thing, so let me ask it directly. Why are you not in attendance tonight?
HBCarter: You think I don’t want to be? You think I’m sitting at home because I felt like missing the show? I’m not cleared to compete, that’s why. I’d love to be there in person, trust me, because there are a few things I would very much enjoy addressing face-to-face. But after the kind of hell Alexander Raven and I put each other through, I’m taking the extra time off the road to recover. Not because I want to. Because right now I have to.
Pussy Willow: So with that said, how difficult has it been for you to sit at home and watch everything unfold from a distance instead of being there to deal with it yourself?
HBCarter: It’s miserable. That’s the honest answer. I’m not built to sit still, and I’m damn sure not built to sit at home while people talk about what happened like I’m supposed to just swallow it and move on. Every bruise, every stitch, every headache, every second I’ve been stuck in this chair has been a reminder of that match and how it ended. So yeah, it’s difficult. But I’d rather come back the right way than rush it, make it worse, and give the wrong people the satisfaction.
Pussy Willow: How do you feel about Alexander Raven being the new World Heavyweight Champion?
HBCarter: I’d be a whole lot more on board with the idea that I got beat if the end result didn’t have a lot to do with Austin James Mercer interfering and costing me that title directly. Raven can walk around with the belt and call himself champion all he wants, but everybody saw what happened. Everybody knows there’s a giant asterisk hanging over that win, whether they want to admit it or not.
Pussy Willow: Do you believe the final round of the Three Stages of Hell was yours to win?
HBCarter: Raven was down. He was almost done. I was almost out of that steel cage and then Mercer slammed that door right into my head. So yes, the match was mine. Flat out. It was mine.
Pussy Willow: You added the stipulation yourself that you could not challenge for the championship again for as long as Alexander Raven remains champion. How do you feel about having to live with that now?
HBCarter: The stipulation was my own doing, so I’m not going to sit here and complain about that. I made it, I accepted it, and I’ll own it. That part is on me. Doesn’t mean I have to like the circumstances around how it played out, but I’m not going to cry about the rule when I’m the one who put it on the table.
Pussy Willow: Before we let you go, do you have any final words for Austin James Mercer?
For the first time in the interview, Carter says nothing right away. He just stares into the camera, jaw tight, his good eye fixed and ice-cold. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and sharp enough to cut.
HBCarter: I’ll address that oversized jack off in person, once I’m cleared. And not a moment before.
Pussy Willow: Helluva Bottom Carter, thank you for your time tonight, and we wish you a full recovery.
HBCarter: Tell Mercer to enjoy the time he’s got now. Because the clock’s running.
The split-screen lingers for a beat on Carter’s hard stare before the broadcast moves on.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control! At Blaze of Glory Zayvion Lyons outlasted three other men to earn his first title match in SCW as he gets set to challenge the winner of tonight’s Main Event Roulette Title Match between Logan Hunter and Ryan Kays! But first? He faces a man who also won his match at Blaze of Glory, namely the Director of Authority Liam Davis!
Lunam: Zayvion clearly wants to keep his momentum going after that huge win but Liam is riding a wave of momentum himself and this could be the key Liam needs to live up to the Future Star of the Year award he won last year.
Simone: This should be a good match! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
“Backyard Boogie” by Mack 10 hits and Zayvion Lyons explodes through the curtain already dancing, shoulders rolling, feet bouncing, moving like he’s stepped straight out of a backyard party. He grins wide, throwing a quick two-step before pointing out to the crowd as if inviting them to move with him.
Cleo Phillips follows a few steps behind, composed and stone-faced, letting Zayvion steal every ounce of attention while she watches the surroundings like a strategist.
Zayvion dances his way down the ramp instead of walking, mixing in a smooth shuffle, a quick spin, and a playful bounce as he slaps hands on both sides. Halfway down, he stops, hits a bigger move to the beat, arms swinging, feet tapping, then laughs and nods as the crowd reacts.
Justin: Introducing first, from Inglewood, California, weighing 214ibs, Zayvion Lyons!
At ringside, he slides under the bottom rope, pops up immediately, and keeps the rhythm going with a short freestyle in the center of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, dancing in place for a second before throwing his arms up, hyping the crowd.
Simone: Zayvion is from Inglewood which is an hour and thirty minute drive from here so in other words? He’s representing his home state.
Lunam: And looking to do them proud!
Justin: And his opponent!
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads, stamps his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davies!
Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he does that, Liam gives the weapons, his nightstick and the handcuffs, to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumping his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring.
Simone: As we said, Liam broke his losing streak at Blaze of Glory but Zayvion is out to ensure that he goes back to square one.
Lunam: Not that he’ll make it easy for Zayvion.
Jasmine goes over the rules with both men before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our next match is underway!
Lunam: Zayvion and Liam want to build on their momentum from Blaze of Glory but only one can win here unless it ends in a draw.
Zayvion and Liam circle around each other before they lock up in the centre of the ring and Liam, being the heavier of the two men, uses his weight advantage to back Zayvion up to the corner where he starts laying into Zayvion with punches only for Zayvion to fight back, ensuring that a brawl will ensue between the two men while Jasmine watches on and the crowd at Legoland California cheer on Zayvion.
Simone: Zayvion’s more well known for his high flying so it’s a surprise to see him brawling with Liam!
Lunam: He’s hanging with the former police officer and that’s the main thing.
Eventually Liam goes for a wild right hand which Zayvion ducks and hits the ropes before hitting Liam with a Spear! Zayvion goes for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam kicks out, Zayvion shakes his head before picking up Liam only for Liam to drive a hard knee into Zayvion’s midsection and drop him with a Suplex! Liam floats over for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvion kicks out!
Simone: Two back to back pin attempts by both Liam and Zayvion and neither man can keep their momentum going for long!
Lunam: Something will break eventually.
Both men get back to their feet but Liam’s faster on the ball, raking Zayvion’s eyes in full view of the ref! Jasmine, naturally, has some harsh words for Liam but the Director of Authority pays her no mind as he delivers another punch to the side of Zayvion’s head, sending him reeling towards the ring ropes! Liam backs up before going to clothesline Zayvion to the outside but Zayvion is a step ahead, pulling down the top rope and sending Liam to the outside.
Simone: Liam seemed to have the upper hand but Zayvion turned the tables on him!
Lunam: And now the ball’s in the youngster’s court.
Zayvion immediately starts hyping up the crowd for a dive but Liam sees it coming and walks to a different side of the ring before Zayvion can get his running start, however Liam walked over to where Cleo is hanging around the outside and she gets in Liam’s face about the eye rake. Liam blows her off but turns around into a flip dive from Zayvion, bringing the crowd to their feet as Jasmine restarts her count.
Simone: Liam thought he had outsmarted Zayvion but forgot about Cleo!
Lunam: And crucially? Cleo’s actions weren’t outside interference because all she did was give Liam lip.
Zayvion is up at the count of five and he throws Liam back into the ring before following him in at six and going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam kicks out! Zayvion shakes his head before he goes out to the apron and waits for Liam to get back to his feet. When Liam does, Zayvion goes for a springboard cross body but Liam drops down, causing the youngster to crash and burn on impact before Liam locks in the Triangle Choke!
Simone: Triangle Choke! That move is one of Liam’s finishers!
Lunam: Can Liam put Zayvion away?
Cleo slams her hands on the mat to cheer Zayvion on as he fights against Liam’s submission hold and the crowd is firmly on the side of the younger of the two wrestlers. Zayvion fights it! Zayvion manages to get his feet on the ropes through a combination of rolling and leg positioning but Liam drags him back to the centre of the ring, this time going for a pin attempt on Zayvion.
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvion BARELY kicks out! Liam gets in Jasmine’s face, believing that it should’ve been three but Jasmine pays him no mind!
Simone: Liam almost had the win there!
Lunam: And I think the fact that he took so long to drag Zayvion away from the ropes was what did him in!
Zayvion is getting to his feet at this point and Liam calls for his other finisher, the Double Underhook DDT, and yanks Zayvion up to his feet for the move. However, Zayvion breaks free and catches Liam with an uppercut, sending both men stumbling backwards towards opposite ring ropes, but Zayvion realizes where he is before jumping to the middle rope once Liam has crossed the ring and hitting his spinning springboard DDT!
Simone: LYON’S ROAR! ZAYVION’S VERSION CONNECTS!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Liam, he’s done!
Zayvion goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER, ZAYVION LYONS!
Simone: Zayvion gets the win in impressive fashion and gets momentum ahead of his future title match!
Lunam: If I were Logan or Ryan I’d be watching that very closely!
Zayvion celebrates with Cleo while Jasmine checks on Liam.
EARLIER THIS EVENING...
The backstage camera opens on a bright, colorful shot of the Roulette Wheel, which has clearly been dressed up for the Legoland setting. The usual wheel is now bursting with extra reds, yellows, blues, and greens, with block-shaped trim framing the edges and toy-brick style accents surrounding the base. Standing in front of it are Ms. Rocky Mountains, Roulette Champion Ryan Keys with the title over his shoulder, and former champion Logan Hunter, both men locked in and focused as the crowd buzzes from inside the arena.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Welcome everyone, I’m Ms. Rocky Mountains, and we are here to determine the special stipulation for tonight’s Main Event for the Roulette Championship. As you can see, the wheel is looking a little more colorful than usual this week thanks to our visit to Legoland California. The stakes are already high, but with the Roulette Wheel involved, things can always get a little more unpredictable. Ryan, Logan, are you both ready?
Ryan Keys: I’m ready. Spin it.
Logan Hunter: Been ready. Let’s see what kind of chaos the wheel’s got planned tonight.
Ms. Rocky Mountains reaches out and places both hands on the wheel before giving it a hard spin. The wheel clacks loudly as it begins turning, the colors blurring together in a dizzying storm while the camera catches the different stipulations flashing by one after another.
It spins past Brick House Brawl, a street fight themed around oversized toy-block décor. It rolls past Tower Block Tables Match, where the only way to win is by putting your opponent through a table surrounded by giant brick towers. It skips over Master Builder Ladder Match, with a ladder match dressed in Legoland style, and Construction Zone Falls Count Anywhere, where the action can spill all over the themed set. It rattles past Block Party Street Fight, Playground of Pain Match, and Mini-Figure Mayhem Hardcore Rules, each one earning louder reactions from the fans watching on the arena screen.
The wheel begins to slow.
Click.
Click.
Click.
It teases one stipulation, then another, before finally dropping into place.
Lego Match!
A loud cheer erupts from the fans inside the arena as the camera zooms in on the winning slot.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And there it is! Tonight’s Main Event for the Roulette Championship will be contested under Lego Match rules! Gentlemen, best of luck to both of you.
Ryan Keys: Works for me. No excuses, no complaints. I’ll walk in champion, and I’ll walk out champion.
Logan Hunter: Good. Because when that bell rings, I’m taking MY title back!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Thank you, gentlemen.
Ryan adjusts the championship on his shoulder and steps off camera without another word, while Logan shoots one final look toward the title before following in the opposite direction. Ms. Rocky Mountains steps aside as the camera lingers one last moment on the brightly colored Roulette Wheel before the scene fades out.
A brief video package airs on Climax Control, cutting to a neutral, clinical setting. LJ sits on an exam table, taped up, hoodie unzipped, bruising still visible along his ribs and shoulder. A licensed ringside physician stands beside him.
Physician: Following his Texas Street Fight at Blaze of Glory XV, LJ Kasey sustained multiple injuries consistent with prolonged blunt force trauma.
He glances at a chart.
Physician: Those include heavily bruised ribs, a mild separation in his right shoulder, and a laceration above the left eyebrow that required stitches. There is no structural damage that would require surgery at this time, but these are not minor injuries. He has been medically advised to limit physical activity for the next couple of weeks and avoid any unnecessary strain while healing.
The doctor steps slightly aside. LJ shifts slightly on the table, rolling his shoulder once before looking straight into the camera.
LJ: …I’ve been hit harder. This isn’t the part that bothers me and anyone who watched that match knows what that exactly is.
He rests his forearms on his thighs, leaning forward just a bit.
LJ: I walked into that fight knowing exactly what it was supposed to be. No rules. No structure. Just… damage. And I still let it get away from me and now...now there is something more that we will handle.
His jaw tightens, but his tone stays controlled.
LJ: So Hendrix, let me put it this way.... Don’t start shit, won’t be shit...and that shit just hit the fan, bruv. He doesn’t get two.
LJ slides off the table, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it back on.
LJ: See you soon.
The camera cuts.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Logan Hunter alongside the Shields Sisters Brooke and Marissa, the stunning twins stand either side of Logan as the former Roulette Champion is getting ready for an interview with Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Logan, tonight you have your return match against Ryan Keys for the Roulette Title in tonight’s Main Event but first I have to ask about your experiences here at Legoland California……………..
Logan: I have detested every step I have taken in this forsaken place!
Marissa rolls her eyes as the Brunette twin side eyes Logan.
Marissa: Because that wasn’t overdramatic at all!
Logan: I am a serious wrestler and this amusement park tour is against everything……………
Marissa: Dude, you insisted on cutting your promo from the Ferris wheel!
Brooke snorts at that.
Brooke: I know he’s my boyfriend but DAMN!
Logan: Are you two done being insolent?
Marissa: What’s insolent about me pointing out a fact?
Ms. Rocky Mountains shakes her head.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Back on topic, Logan are you confident you can take back the title from Ryan?
Logan: Absolutely!
Brooke: And I will help him achieve victory no matter what!
Marissa: Or you can stay out of it.
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! I’m just doing my job as his manager, something you have yet to do!
Marissa shakes her head.
Marissa: Say puh-lease one more time and I will jump vagina first onto a pile of Lego bricks!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: First of all, OW! Second, HOW?!
Marissa: Me and Brooke are former dancers, remember? We’ve got the flexibility to do it!
Brooke: I’ll stick to using my flexibility for my OnlyFans page!
Logan: RYAN! You’re reign won’t last much longer! Woe to the vanquished for the lives of party animals shall not be mourned and as I take back my title Ryan will embrace oblivion!
Logan and the Shields Twins walk off as the scene fades.
The camera opens on the six-sided ring, and tonight it looks less like a wrestling ring and more like a toy store designed by a sadist.
Around ringside sit clear bins, plexiglass trays, and reinforced buckets overflowing with Lego bricks in every screaming primary color imaginable. Red, blue, yellow, green, black, white, all of it waiting like cheerful little landmines. A few cloth bags hang from the corner posts. More containers are tucked beneath the apron.
The turnbuckle pads are dressed in bright brick-patterned colors, the apron graphics splash the words Legos Match across the sides in a playful style that only makes the danger feel crueler, and perched near the timekeeper’s area is a labeled tub that reads Pain Pack. Every fan in the building knows exactly what kind of main event this is going to be, and the buzz inside the arena feels electric and vicious all at once.
Inside the ring, referee Dawn Barnes steps through the ropes and takes her position in the center. She scans the ringside chaos, checks the buckets, checks the aisles, then nods toward ringside like she knows her night is about to become a migraine with a three-count. The crowd rises as Justin Decent lifts the microphone and turns toward the hard camera.
Justin: The following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control, scheduled for one fall! It is a Legos Match! And it is for the SCW Roulette Championship!
The fans erupt with a roar!
Justin: Introducing first!
Hope Castrated by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke and Marissa follow him out and the sisters have their backs to the crowd while they dance to the song, Brooke does some sensual dances while Marissa shows off dance skills while Logan glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke and Marissa Shields, he is the challenger! LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the twins spin around and the trio start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, Marissa follows them in on her own and they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing Brooke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed while Marissa spins and arches her back, giving the crowd and camera a nice view of her cleavage before she flips her dark brown hair and looks at the camera.
Simone: Logan Hunter knows exactly what is at stake tonight! He lost the Roulette Championship to Ryan Keys at Blaze of Glory XV, and everything about his body language says he is willing to do absolutely anything to win it back!
Lunam: He is a slippery devil, Belinda! Former champion, proud as sin, and mean enough to bend the law till it snaps! In a match like this, where there are no disqualifications and no count outs, Logan Hunter is in his natural habitat!
Justin: And his opponent!
The arena lights dim as neon strobes flash across the stage. When I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of? hits, Ryan Keys bursts through the curtain with his usual electric energy, arms wide as he hypes the crowd. Walking out behind him is Aron Baltasarsson, a multi-time Manager of the Year, calm and composed as he accompanies Ryan down the ramp.
Justin: And his opponent is accompanied to the ring by Aron Baltasarsson! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! He is the reigning and defending Roulette Champion! Ryan Keys!
Ryan slaps hands with fans before sliding into the ring and springing onto the turnbuckle, tossing his sunglasses into the crowd with a grin. At ringside, Aron cups his hands and shouts toward the ring in his Icelandic accent, "Show them why you are the life of the party, Ryan!" before taking his place at ringside.
Simone: What a story Ryan Keys has become! After nearly ten years away from SCW, he returns, shocks the world by winning the Roulette Championship for a second time, and tonight he puts it on the line against the very man he dethroned!
Lunam: That sort of comeback writes itself, does it not? But fairytales get punched in the mouth, and Logan Hunter would love nothin’ more than to turn Ryan’s grand return into a very short chapter!
Dawn Barnes steps between them, calls for the title, and Ryan hands over the Roulette Championship. Dawn marches to center ring and raises it high above her head. The gold gleams under the lights as the crowd lets out another thunderous cheer. Logan stares at it like a starving man staring at a feast. Ryan bounces on the balls of his feet and points at the belt, then at his own chest. Dawn passes the title out to the timekeeper, backs away, checks both men one last time, and signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
They circle carefully at first, not because either man lacks aggression, but because every step already carries consequence in a match like this. Logan feints low, then snaps into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Ryan answers with leverage, twists into a side headlock, and gets shoved into the ropes. Logan drops flat, Ryan hops over him, rebounds again, and Logan leapfrogs. Ryan comes back with a flying arm drag, then another, then transitions right into an armbar on the mat. Logan snarls, kicks free, scrambles up, and drills Ryan with a sudden dropkick right to the chest that sends the champion skidding across the canvas. Logan throws his arms wide and mouths something cocky toward the crowd, but Ryan pops back up and answers with a spinning heel kick that rocks the challenger through the ropes and onto the apron. Ryan rushes, Logan ducks, and snaps Ryan’s throat across the top rope before slingshotting inside with a rolling lariat that turns the champion inside out.
Simone: Fast start from both men, and look at Logan already targeting any opening he can find!
Lunam: He fights like a man with a lockpick in one hand and a grudge in the other!
Logan tries to keep Ryan grounded with stomps, European uppercuts, and a tight front facelock, but Ryan battles back with body shots and a snap suplex that sends Logan bouncing. Ryan kips up to a roar, charges into the corner, and lands a running forearm smash followed by a monkey flip that sends Logan sprawling. Ryan builds momentum with a leg lariat, then a standing moonsault!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Ryan does not waste time. He slides outside, yanks open the nearest clear bin, and dumps a bright river of Lego bricks across the floor at ringside. The audience groans in anticipation. Ryan reaches under the apron and drags out a shallow tray packed with flatter pieces and vicious little connector parts, then shoves it into the ring. Logan sees it and immediately rolls out the opposite side to regroup with Brooke and Marissa. Ryan grins, shrugs, and empties the tray anyway, letting the pieces skitter across the canvas in a colorful spread of agony.
Simone: There it is! The first real carpet of pain inside the ring!
Lunam: Those wee one-peg monsters should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention!
Ryan beckons Logan back inside, but Logan decides on another route entirely. He snatches a cloth bag from a corner post, slides in behind Ryan, and clubs him in the kidney with it. The bag bursts on impact, spraying loose bricks everywhere. Ryan arches in pain and spins around just in time to catch a superkick flush under the jaw. He crashes backward into the first pile. The crowd gasps as Ryan instantly grabs at his back. Logan drops down, grinds Ryan’s shoulders into the scattered Legos, and smirks while Dawn warns him to open the hands, though there is nothing illegal about it tonight.
Lunam: Sweet suffering saints, that is cruel! The man is basically scrubbin’ Ryan’s spine across a floor full of sharpened toy misery!
Logan drags Ryan up and lands a belly-to-belly suplex right onto the bricks. Ryan folds, kicking at the mat, and Logan follows with a basement dropkick that drives more pieces into Ryan’s ribs. Brooke applauds at ringside while Marissa shouts for Logan to finish him. Logan lifts Ryan for a brainbuster, but Ryan floats behind, shoves Logan chest-first into the buckle, and then catches him with a release German suplex that sends the challenger skidding through the Lego spill. Logan grabs at his back now, teeth bared. Ryan fires off with forearms, an enzuigiri, and a springboard forearm that knocks Logan clean through the ropes to the floor.
Ryan glances down at the growing mess outside, sees opportunity, and launches! He hits the ropes, builds speed, and tears through them with a suicide dive that wipes Logan out into a bucket stand at ringside! The bucket topples and hundreds more bricks explode across the floor under both men. The crowd loses its mind.
Simone: Ryan Keys just turned himself into a human missile!
Lunam: Aye, and he landed in a rainbow bear trap!
Both men writhe among the bricks, but Ryan gets up first, dragging Logan toward the barricade. He tries for a running bulldog onto the floor, but Logan blocks it and sends Ryan spine-first into the barricade. Logan then scoops a double handful of Lego pieces and hurls them right into Ryan’s face. It is not enough to injure, but more than enough to distract. Logan capitalizes with a ripcord knee strike that drops the champion to all fours on the floor.
At that moment, the crowd suddenly grows louder. Heads turn toward the entrance. Walking out with a measured, deliberate pace comes Zayvion Lyons, the Number One Contender to the Roulette Championship! He stops at the top of the ramp, then continues down to ringside, eyes fixed on the ring and the carnage already unfolding. The fans cheer his appearance!
Simone: Business just picked up! Here comes Zayvion Lyons, the Number One Contender, and you know he wants a front row seat for this one!
Lunam: Of course he does! Why watch film later when ye can watch the champion and challenger try to kill each other with children’s toys in person?
Zayvion leans against the barricade, calm and observant. Ryan sees him first and nods through the pain. Logan notices a second later and scowls, clearly irritated that his looming challenger is here to witness everything. That split-second of divided attention costs Logan dearly. Ryan snatches him from behind and plants him with a Russian leg sweep across the Lego-strewn floor.
Ryan rolls Logan back inside and climbs the turnbuckles, careful with every foothold because even the mat below is booby-trapped now. He launches with a second-rope moonsault, but Logan gets his knees up. Ryan crashes, clutches his torso, and Logan immediately transitions into a single leg Boston crab, dragging Ryan’s trapped leg over a nasty pocket of bricks before sitting deep. Ryan screams and claws for the ropes out of instinct, but there are no rope breaks that save you from pain in a match like this. Instead he twists, reaches, and finally kicks Logan off with his free leg.
The challenger goes flying backward into the corner. Ryan storms in, lands a clothesline, then another, then whips Logan corner to corner. Logan hits hard. Ryan follows with a running splash, traps Logan in the corner, and the grin on Ryan’s face tells the whole crowd that something wicked has just entered his mind. He grabs a bucket from ringside, climbs onto the middle rope facing Logan, and dumps a cascade of Lego bricks straight down the front of Logan’s tights. Logan convulses and practically levitates in horror. Brooke shrieks at ringside. Marissa clutches her head. The crowd howls with laughter and pain in equal measure.
Simone: No! No way! Ryan just poured Legos down the front of Logan Hunter’s tights!
Lunam: Dear merciful heavens! There are places no man should have to store construction materials!
Ryan takes two steps back, wags his fingers like a showman, and then drives a vicious low corner kick ala Shattered Dreams right into Logan! Logan jolts upward with a strangled yelp that sounds half fury, half pure suffering. Even Zayvion Lyons physically recoils at ringside, one hand covering his mouth in stunned disbelief before he shakes his head with an incredulous grin.
Simone: Zayvion felt that from ringside!
Lunam: Every man in Cedar Point next week is goin’ to feel that by sympathy alone!
Ryan drags Logan out of the corner and nails a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sends him tumbling through more bricks. Ryan senses the finish and signals for Neon Lights. The crowd rises. Ryan charges, but Logan drops flat and Ryan sails over him. On the rebound Ryan tries again, but Logan cuts him down with a brutal lariat. Both men collapse, both covered in sweat, bits of Lego stuck to their backs and gear like colorful battle scars.
Logan recovers enough to slide outside and search under the apron. He finds a steel chair wrapped in bright brick decals. The crowd boos. He wedges it in the corner, turns, and narrowly avoids a baseball slide from Ryan. Ryan goes outside instead, sprints around the corner, leaps onto the apron, and flies off with a springboard moonsault to the floor! Logan barely catches him, though, and with a desperate burst of strength he shifts the momentum and drives Ryan with a powerbomb onto a fresh spill of Legos near the barricade! Aron Baltasarsson winces visibly. Zayvion folds his arms and watches closer.
Logan rolls Ryan back in and goes for Hope Ends with the chair, setting it open over a mound of bricks. He hauls Ryan up, but Ryan elbows free, kicks Logan in the gut, and hits a snap suplex that sends both the chair and the man sprawling uselessly. Ryan follows with a standing moonsault!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Ryan pounds the mat. The fans clap along as he rises and points toward the turnbuckles. He climbs carefully, then a little higher, balancing through the pain. Logan stirs. Ryan leaps with Keys To The Sky, the diving corkscrew senton, but Logan rolls away at the last possible second and Ryan crashes onto a field of Lego pieces that erupts under him like shrapnel. The champion spasms from the impact. Logan crawls over with a savage smile, hooking Ryan’s arms and cinching in the Faithbreaker triangle choke right there among the bricks. Ryan’s face reddens. His arms tremble. Dawn asks if he wants to give it up.
Simone: Ryan is trapped! The Faithbreaker is locked in!
Lunam: And every wriggle only grinds more plastic misery into his shoulders! This is rotten genius from Logan!
Ryan muscles up, stacks Logan for a pin instead!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both men scramble. Ryan nails a spinning back kick. Logan answers with a headbutt. Ryan lands an enzuigiri. Logan fires back with a superkick. Ryan rebounds with a springboard forearm that knocks Logan into the ropes. Brooke slaps the apron and screams for Logan to finish it. Marissa points frantically at Ryan’s leg, telling Logan where the opening is. Dawn keeps barking warnings for the seconds to stay back, but in this sort of chaos it is hard to control much of anything.
Ryan sees the opening. He spreads another thick patch of Legos dead center in the ring, almost like he is setting a trap for the final act. He rises, battered and limping, then points at Logan and roars to the crowd. He races to the ropes for a springboard attack, looking for one spectacular shot to end the match. But Logan, running on venom and survival instinct, surges forward at the perfect moment and shoves the ropes upward with both hands. Ryan slips on takeoff. His feet fail him. Instead of soaring, he crashes awkwardly and violently down into the heavy spread of Legos in the ring, back and shoulder first, his face twisted in shock and pain.
Simone: Ryan slipped! Ryan slipped on takeoff!
Lunam: And the ring just bit him alive!
Logan pounces instantly. No hesitation, no mercy. He drags Ryan up by the head and tights, hooks him in tight, and with one smooth, vicious motion drills him with Divine Right of Kings, the fisherman’s brainbuster, straight onto the Lego pile! Ryan lands hard and crumples in a wrecked heap, the air blasted out of him. Logan folds over him for the cover, trapping both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The building erupts in a storm of boos, shock, and grudging awe as Logan rolls off the cover and pounds the mat with both fists. Dawn Barnes checks on Ryan for a heartbeat, then signals for the bell again as Justin steps forward with the announcement.
Justin: Here is your winner and the NEW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION! LOGAN HUNTER!
Brooke slides into the ring in a flash and throws herself into Logan’s arms, wrapping around him as he staggers to his feet. Marissa joins them, clapping wildly and shouting that he did it. Outside the ring, Aron Baltasarsson hurries in to help Ryan sit up and carefully guide him away from the worst of the Lego spill. Ryan is dazed, furious, and hurting in places he probably did not know could hurt.
Dawn Barnes retrieves the Roulette Championship and tries to present it to Logan with some shred of official dignity, but Brooke snatches the title away from her before the referee can complete the handoff. The crowd rains down boos. Brooke turns, smiles proudly, and places the championship belt into Logan’s hands herself like a coronation. Logan stares at it for a long second, then raises it overhead with a triumphant snarl.
Simone: What a war! What a disgusting, brilliant, painful main event! Logan Hunter survives the chaos, capitalizes on one mistake, and he is Roulette Champion once again!
Lunam: Three times now, Belinda! Three! And I hate to say it, but in a match like this ye must be as much scavenger as athlete! Logan saw the opening, took the crown, and left Ryan Keys buried in a toy box from hell!
As Logan stands on the middle rope and raises the title again, his eyes drift toward ringside. Zayvion Lyons is still there. The Number One Contender begins to clap slowly. Deliberately. Sarcastically. There is no smile now, only a cool, challenging stare. Logan’s celebration cools by several degrees the instant he realizes what that applause means. Brooke notices too and starts jawing toward ringside. Marissa points and mouths off. Logan drops down from the ropes, clutching the title against his shoulder, and steps toward the ropes until he and Zayvion are locked in a hard stare down.
Simone: There it is! Champion and challenger! Logan Hunter knows exactly who is next in line!
Lunam: And Zayvion Lyons is applaudin’ like a man who already sees the target on that belt! That is not respect, that is a promise with teeth!
Zayvion points at the championship, then points at Logan, then taps his own chest. Logan answers by lifting the belt higher and shouting that it is his again. Neither man backs down. The crowd volume rises one more time, sensing the shape of the next collision before a word is even spoken.
Simone: What a way to close Climax Control! Logan Hunter leaves tonight as the new Roulette Champion, Ryan Keys is left to wonder how close he was to keeping the gold, and Zayvion Lyons is waiting right there for his shot!
Lunam: Next week we roll into Cedar Point, and after this carnage, ye can be certain the aftershocks are only gettin’ started! New champion, hungry challenger, and a whole lot of bitterness still burnin’ in this division!
Inside the ring, Brooke clings to Logan’s side as Marissa applauds and Dawn Barnes looks thoroughly done with the evening. Outside, Aron helps Ryan up the ramp one careful step at a time. In the ring, Logan stands tall, battered, smug, and gleaming under the arena lights with the Roulette Championship lifted above his head. At ringside, Zayvion Lyons remains planted in place, staring up at him like the next chapter has already begun. The camera holds on that image, champion and challenger locked in silent warfare, while the celebration continues and Climax Control fades to black.
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