The camera opens on Cedar Point in full living color, and the place looks absolutely alive!
The skyline of the park rises against the evening sky in a wild tangle of steel track, towering loops, neon signs, and sweeping coaster hills. The distant frame of Top Thrill 2 commands attention like some mechanical giant standing guard over the shoreline, while the twisting madness of Steel Vengeance cuts an unmistakable silhouette that every thrill-seeker in attendance knows by heart. Off to one side, the giant wheel turns with slow elegance, glowing against the excitement all around it, while the midway is packed wall to wall with SCW fans, theme park guests, families, and diehards in wrestling shirts who are far more interested in what is happening tonight than in any ride line nearby!
Everywhere the camera turns, there is movement. Fans pour through the park carrying drinks, souvenirs, and championship replica belts. Some are chanting for their favorite wrestlers. Others crowd the barricades and wave signs with all the enthusiasm of a supercard crowd dropped right into the middle of amusement park heaven. The soundtrack of Cedar Point blends perfectly with the atmosphere, coaster screams in the distance, ride operators calling out to guests, music pumping from speakers, and the constant hum of anticipation building toward showtime.
SCW banners hang proudly throughout the area, draped from railings and entry points as though the company has claimed the park for the night. The fans eat it up! Some point toward the rides and promise they are getting on them after the show. Others are far too focused on the event ahead, throwing up hand signs for the camera and shouting the names of their favorites as the production sweeps across a sea of eager faces.
Then the shot begins to pull toward Celebration Plaza, where the spectacle of Climax Control has taken over completely.
The six-sided ring stands proudly at the heart of it all, surrounded on all sides by fans pressed in close behind barricades. The lights gleam off the ropes and turnbuckles. The stage is set just beyond the ring, framed by giant screens and SCW branding, with Cedar Point itself providing the perfect backdrop for a one of a kind night. This is not just another stop on the tour. This feels like an event!
Inside the ring stands ring announcer Justin Decent, already soaking in the energy of the crowd. He is dressed for the setting, but of course Justin Decent never misses a chance to make sure all eyes stay on him. He wears a fitted short-sleeved button-up in deep royal blue with the top few buttons left daringly undone, showing just enough chest to remind everybody that this is still Justin Decent. His sleeves are tailored snug around the arms, and his white slacks are cut sharp and clean for a polished summer look. A pair of dark sunglasses rests at his collar, more for style than necessity, and the whole look lands somewhere between amusement park chic and just a little too confident for public safety!
Justin: Sandusky, Ohio... are you ready?!
The response is immediate and thunderous.
Justin grins broadly and turns in a slow circle, feeding off the noise from every side of the ring.
Justin: Welcome, everybody, to the legendary Cedar Point!
The cheers rise again.
Justin: Welcome to beautiful Sandusky, Ohio!
Another wave of applause sweeps through the plaza.
Justin: Welcome to the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
That gets an even louder reaction from the fans who know exactly how special this stretch of shows has been.
Justin: And most importantly of all, welcome to SCW Climax Control!!!
The crowd explodes, with whistles, screams, chants, and applause crashing together into one huge wall of noise.
Justin paces a half step in the ring, smiling like a man in his natural habitat.
Justin: We are charging full speed ahead on the Road to Into the Void XV, and tonight promises thrills, chills, and enough action to make every ride in this park jealous!
That line gets a strong pop from the crowd, and Justin nods with satisfaction before sweeping one arm dramatically toward the stage.
Justin: And now, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce the woman who never arrives quietly, the incomparable, the irresistible, the Hostess With the Mostess...
He pauses just long enough to let the audience build with him.
Justin: Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Amanda’s music hits, and the reaction is instant bedlam!
The crowd cheers loudly as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage, beaming beneath the lights as if she has personally arrived to save entertainment itself. She is greeted with applause, whistles, and delighted shrieks from fans who know exactly what she brings to any show. Amanda does not hurry. Of course she does not. She steps forward just enough to be seen in all her glory, one hand pressed dramatically to her chest as if the adoration is simply too much to bear.
Then she starts milking it for every possible second.
Amanda stretches both arms out wide and turns slowly, basking in the applause like royalty acknowledging her public. When the cheers start to level off, she cups a hand to one ear and beckons for more. The crowd obliges immediately, getting even louder, which prompts Amanda to nod in smug approval. She points to one side of the audience, encouraging them to cheer harder, then to the other, making a playful little face as if judging who loves her best.
She preens. She poses. She blows a kiss. She demands more applause with both hands and gets it, all while wearing the sort of delighted expression that suggests this is not attention. This is oxygen.
Finally, once she has properly indulged herself, Amanda raises her microphone.
Amanda: Oh, now that is more like it!
The crowd cheers again.
Amanda: Welcome, my darlings, to Climax Control at Cedar Point! Look at this place! Look at this crowd! Look at me! We are off to a magnificent start already!
That gets a laugh, and Amanda takes a few steps along the stage, still refusing to leave her spotlight.
Amanda: We have thrills, we have screams, we have danger, we have drama, and before this night is over, some of these wrestlers may wish they had just stayed on the roller coasters!
She flashes a grin as the crowd responds with an approving roar.
Amanda: We are on the Road to Into the Void XV, and tonight the road runs right through one of the most exciting places in the entire world! So if you thought SCW was going to take it easy just because we are surrounded by rides, snacks, and Midwestern charm, then bless your little hearts!
That gets another strong laugh from the audience.
Amanda starts to continue, then suddenly pauses and glances off to one side of the stage. Her eyes narrow. She lowers the microphone just enough for the crowd to sense something is coming.
Amanda: Well now.
She takes a few slow steps toward the edge of the stage and points toward a handsome security guard standing nearby, doing his best to remain professional while thousands of people turn to look at him.
Amanda: You there, darling. My goodness. You look vaguely familiar.
The crowd starts laughing before the poor man even has a chance to respond. The guard smiles awkwardly, trying not to break composure.
Amanda tilts her head, studying him.
Amanda: Turn around for me.
That gets a huge laugh from the crowd, and the guard hesitates for just a moment before deciding resistance is pointless. With a playful shrug, he turns around.
The audience erupts.
Amanda squints, still pretending to inspect him, then gestures with her free hand.
Amanda: Oh no, no. Bend a little. I am trying to confirm something.
Now the place is howling.
To his credit, the security guard relents and bends forward just a little, playing right into the bit as the fans lose their minds. Amanda nods slowly, as though studying a priceless work of art, then straightens with a satisfied little smile.
Amanda: Yes. I was quite certain.
She pauses just long enough for the crowd to lean in.
Amanda: I never forget a familiar face.
That line lands exactly as intended, and the fans burst into loud laughter and applause while the poor guard laughs too, taking it in stride as Amanda waves dismissively at him like she has solved a personal mystery.
Before she can continue, a female voice rings out from somewhere in the crowd.
Fan: It’s my birthday!
Amanda: I beg your pardon?
The fan, emboldened by the attention, calls out even louder.
Fan: It’s my birthday!
Amanda stares for a beat, then smiles sweetly.
Amanda: I couldn’t care less.
The crowd explodes with laughter.
Amanda waits through the reaction, pleased with herself, then gives a tiny shrug.
Amanda: And yet somehow, against all reason, I still hope you have a lovely one.
That earns a warm cheer from the audience, and Amanda nods as if generously bestowing grace upon the masses.
She lifts the microphone again and takes center stage, all joking now replaced by theatrical purpose.
Amanda: But I am not out here merely to dazzle you with my beauty, my wit, and my flawless instincts. I am here to begin things properly.
She places a dramatic hand against her chest and lifts her chin.
Amanda: With a song.
The crowd in Sandusky cheers as the campy music plays and the opening performance begins.
Amanda: I swept in like a chandelier with a debt to collect in heels,
You walked in giving discount doom with clearance-rack appeal.
That mug is doing community service, those brows have done hard time,
And every word out of your mouth sounds borrowed, bland, and mime.
You’re serving lukewarm villainy with the confidence of sin,
Like a haunted vape shop mannequin stuffed badly in some skin.
I’d call you two-faced, darling, but that would be unfair,
One’s exhausted from the effort, the other’s just not there.
Now bless your heart, I mean that anatomically,
I tried to keep it cute and keep it cosmetically.
But you keep begging for a lesson in humiliation’s arts,
So I’m about to fold you neatly like a flyer for the arts.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you,
But baby, it’s still on the list.
Right between “fix my wig” and “cash this check,”
There you are, persist, persist.
I could be kind, I could be sweet,
I could let this tragic little moment exist,
But the last thing I want to do is hurt you,
Sugar, and it’s still on the list.
You strut like you invented legs, then trip on your own shade,
A budget Cleopatra cursed by every choice you made.
That outfit’s giving “jury duty,” that makeup’s giving “crime,”
And your contour hit the county line then vanished out of time.
You’ve got the nerve to call me fake while standing there half-glued,
A patchwork little ego in a synthetic attitude.
You’re not a threat, you’re a warning label stapled to a lash,
The kind of queen who starts a fire then blames it on the trash.
I kept the knives in metaphors, the poison dressed in wit,
But some girls hear a tiny read and fully throw a fit.
So if your self-esteem goes missing, check beneath my shoe,
It probably tried to crawl away the second I saw you.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you,
But baby, it’s still on the list.
Right below “steal the scene” and “break this beat,”
There you are, can’t resist.
I could move on, I could play nice,
I could leave your name in the fog and mist,
But the last thing I want to do is hurt you,
Darling, and it’s still on the list.
I don’t fight, I curate consequences.
I don’t snap, I offer bold corrections.
You came for me with dollar-store aggression,
Now you’re getting premium deluxe rejection.
You’re the appetizer no one ordered,
The sequel no one asked to see,
A typo in a ransom note,
A failed attempt at bothering me.
And I would wish you luck, my love,
But luck already filed a claim,
It said, “I did what I could with her,
But even I can’t fix that name.”
Clock it.
I’m not saying I’m better than you.
I’m saying if we were both on fire
and I had one bottle of water,
I’d drink it.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you,
But baby, it’s still on the list.
Right next to “rule the room” and “bury this track,”
And seal it with a kiss.
I gave you chances, gave you grace,
Gave you enough rope for a gown you missed,
But the last thing I want to do is hurt you,
And yet, here we are, enlist.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you,
But fate keeps handing me the script.
So pucker up, powder down,
And watch your whole illusion slip.
I came with charm, I leave with receipts,
And a smile like a switchblade twist.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you,
But sweetheart, it’s still on the list.
Amanda’s final note rings out across Celebration Plaza, and for a heartbeat the entire place seems to hold still.
Then the crowd erupts!
Cheers crash in from every side of the plaza as fans clap, whistle, stomp, and scream their approval. The energy rolls through Cedar Point in one huge wave, feeding off the lights, the music, and the sheer fun of the moment. Amanda Hugginkiss stands on the stage basking in it like a woman who has never once in her life suffered from false modesty.
Amanda: Oh, do go on!
That only gets her another burst of cheers.
Amanda: I said go on!
The reaction somehow gets even louder, and Amanda positively glows beneath it. She hams it up shamelessly, blowing kisses out to the crowd with both hands before offering an exaggerated curtsy that nearly sends the audience into another fit of laughter and applause. She rises with a grin, gives one last regal wave, and then sweeps behind the curtains backstage, disappearing from sight as the crowd continues to buzz.
The camera shifts smoothly from the stage to ringside, where the broadcaster’s table sits just beyond the barricade with the six-sided ring looming proudly behind it. Fans packed in around the area wave to the camera and hold up signs as the shot settles on Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam.
Belinda Simone looks polished as ever, dressed for the setting without sacrificing her usual sense of class. She wears a fitted sleeveless coral blouse tucked neatly into crisp white slacks, the whole look finished with tasteful gold jewelry and oversized sunglasses pushed up into her styled hair. It is sharp, seasonal, and perfectly suited for a summer night at Cedar Point.
Beside her, Erik Lunam is a completely different story in the best possible way. Lunam leans into a gothic, androgynous flair that looks ripped straight from a punk-pop fever dream. He wears a black mesh undershirt beneath a cropped graphic jacket covered in silver zips and studs, paired with slim black trousers, layered chains, dark rings, and black nail polish. His hair is artfully tousled, his makeup dramatic around the eyes, and the whole presentation somehow feels chaotic, stylish, and impossible to ignore.
Simone: Welcome, everyone, to Cedar Point and beautiful Sandusky, Ohio! We are live for another huge edition of SCW Climax Control, and what an unbelievable atmosphere we have tonight!
Lunam: Ah, would ye just listen to this place! The fans are electric, the park is jumpin’, and the whole night feels like it could go gloriously off the rails at any second!
Simone: I was going to say exciting. You chose gloriously off the rails.
Lunam: We are sittin’ in the middle of Cedar Point for professional wrestlin’. If this show does not feel at least a wee bit unhinged, then somebody’s done it wrong.
That gets a laugh from Belinda.
Simone: Fair enough. Either way, this crowd is ready, this setting is spectacular, and SCW has brought the Road to Into the Void XV right into one of the most exciting venues imaginable.
Lunam: That’s the thing, aye? It already feels massive! Ye can feel the pressure buildin’. Every match matters that bit more now. Every statement matters more. Every win, every loss, every moment is pushin’ somebody closer to glory and somebody else right toward heartbreak!
Simone: That is exactly what this time of year is all about. Momentum matters. Opportunities matter. Reputations can change in a single night, especially when the stakes keep rising the closer we get to Into the Void XV.
Lunam: And let’s be honest, with this company, pressure tends to bring out either the best in people or the absolute maddest choices ye’ve ever seen.
Simone: Sometimes both.
Lunam: Aye, sometimes both!
The two share a quick smile before Belinda faces the camera again, her tone sharpening with anticipation.
Simone: Tonight has all the ingredients for something special. A phenomenal crowd, a one of a kind atmosphere, and a roster fully aware that the road ahead is only getting tougher from here.
Lunam: The road to Into the Void XV is not some polite little stroll. It is a sprint through madness, pride, ambition, and bruised egos, and every single person in that locker room knows they need to make an impact while they still can!
Simone: And based on the energy in this park tonight, I do not think anyone is going to be lacking motivation.
Lunam: Not a chance. Sandusky’s ready. Cedar Point’s ready. SCW’s ready. This one feels like trouble in all the best ways!
Simone gives a composed nod, though even she cannot quite hide the excitement in her voice.
Simone: We are glad you are with us, because this promises to be a memorable night for Climax Control!
Lunam: Now this is how ye kick off a night proper! We’ve got a King For A Day Qualifier to open the show, and it is a belter straight out of the gate as the burly old warhorse Bulldog Bill Barnhart throws down with the Angry Officer himself, Liam Davis! Bill brings all that grit, power, and veteran nastiness that’s made him one of the roughest men in SCW to stand across from, but Liam Davis is the kind of volatile brute who looks like he wakes up ready to fight traffic, punch walls, and ruin somebody’s whole evening! There’s no easing into Climax Control tonight, not with a prize this massive hangin’ over their heads, because the winner punches their ticket to the King For A Day match at Into the Void XV, and ye just know both men will be swingin’ like their lives depend on it!
Simone: Up next, things are about to get intensely personal as the new Internet Champion, Miles Kasey, steps into a Hardcore Rules match against a man he knows all too well, Brandon F’n Hendrix! There is no need to dress this one up as simple competition, because this is about far more than wins and losses. At Blaze of Glory XV, Hendrix took part in the brutal gang attack that shelved Miles’ brother, LJ Kasey, and that alone guarantees that emotions will be running high from the opening bell. Under Hardcore Rules, that danger only escalates, because the usual boundaries simply do not exist. Miles Kasey has all the momentum in the world as champion, but Brandon Hendrix is exactly the kind of opponent who thrives when chaos takes over. This has every ingredient to become explosive, violent, and unforgettable!
Lunam: Ah, now here’s one with a lovely bit of venom to it! A Queen For A Day Qualifier is up next, and Cassie Wolfe has nobody to blame but herself for the target she’s painted on her own back after showin’ the whole world exactly what kind of spoiled, backstabbin’ turncoat she truly is! The minute she brutalised her former friend and tag partner Harper Mason, any pretence was gone, and now she’s got to step into the ring carryin’ all that arrogance against a woman who’s been there, done that, and won the gold more than once in Seleana Zdunich! Cassie’s been runnin’ her mouth, but Seleana is the kind of battle-tested veteran who can make ye choke on every last word, and with a place in the Queen For A Day match at Into the Void XV on the line, this could be the moment where all that swagger blows up right in her face!
Simone: The next match carries no shortage of intrigue as Austin James Mercer returns to in-ring competition for the first time in over two years, and he does so under a very dark cloud of controversy. At Blaze of Glory XV, Mercer inserted himself into the World Heavyweight Championship picture by costing Helluva Bottom Carter the title and dismissing Carter’s reign as an abomination, a statement that guaranteed outrage and placed an immediate spotlight on his comeback. Tonight, however, words and interference give way to direct competition, and standing across from him is the determined Irish Lad, Ciarán Doyle. Doyle has a tremendous opportunity here to make a statement at the expense of a returning and highly polarizing name, while Mercer will be looking to prove that his actions at Blaze of Glory were only the beginning. This one feels loaded with tension before either man even steps through the ropes!
Lunam: Ah, this one has got serious stakes written all over it! At Blaze of Glory XV, Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas both made the whole bloody world stand up and pay attention, and they did it in very different ways! Victoria may no longer be the Bombshell Internet Champion, but don’t let that fool ye for even a second, because the body of work she’s put together over the last year speaks volumes about the level she’s been operatin’ at! And then there’s Mercedes Vargas, who came through the absolute carnage of that brutal, bloody Japanese Death Match with her hand raised, which tells ye all ye need to know about how dangerous she is when things get vicious! Now both women are lookin’ to turn that momentum into the biggest opportunity possible, because the winner tonight earns the right to step up as number one contender and stake her claim to challenge for the World Bombshell Championship at Into the Void XV! This is pride, momentum, and a championship future all collidin’ at once, and neither woman will want to give an inch!
Simone: Our main event tonight is nothing short of a blockbuster, as Crystal Zdunich gets the chance to reclaim the World Bombshell Championship against the very woman who took it from her, Dreamkiller Kayla Richards! At Blaze of Glory XV, Crystal went through absolute hell in the Japanese Death Match, and while she did not leave with the victory, she earned something just as powerful in the eyes of so many by capturing the hearts and admiration of the entire SCW Universe through sheer courage, resilience, and determination. That performance only reinforced what kind of competitor she is, and now she steps into a championship match fueled by momentum, emotion, and unfinished business. Standing in her way is Kayla Richards, the woman who ended Crystal’s previous reign and has every intention of proving that history is about to repeat itself. The stakes could not be higher, and with pride, redemption, and the World Bombshell Championship all on the line, this has all the makings of a tremendous main event! All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
ALICIA LUKAS (c) vs HARPER MASON
Bill and Bea Barnhart, and their English Bulldog Iris, step out of their dressing room and into the hallway. There is a camera person waiting for them and the three start to walk down the backstage hallways to get to the staging area for the match Bill is against Liam Davis. The camera person keeps their camera focused on the three while they make their way down the hallway.
Bill: Well, Bea, in a short time I enter the ring against Liam Davis and then I will exit the ring with the win in the match and a shot to obtain the KING FOR A DAY honors along with others who won their KING FOR A DAY qualifier match. The difference this time is that I will win the KING FOR A DAY honors.
Bea: Rest assured that with me and Iris in your corner there is no way Liam is going to cheat and violate the rules without the Referee catching him cheating and disqualifying him.
Bill: A win is a win is a win the saying goes and I am going to win this match.
Bill, along with Bea and their English Bulldog Iris, reach the staging area and they are informed where to stand to be ready to make their entrance. The camera person informs Bill and Bea that the camera feed will be cut shortly and we watch as Bill and Bea wave into the camera to their fans. And then the camera feed is cut and the we now have to wait until the official call for the wrestlers for this match to enter the ring.
Simone: It’s time for our Opening Contest! At Into the Void we will see the annual King and Queen for a Day Ladder Matches which will see their winners book their own Climax Control! Later on tonight we’ll have our first qualifier for the Queen for a Day Match as Cassie Wolfe will take on Seleana Zdunich but first? One of the men’s division’s old guards Bill Barnhart will take on last year’s Future Star of the Year Award winner Liam Danies in our first qualifier!
Lunam: Liam has really struggled to live up to that Future Star of the Year monicker since he won it but a win tonight could really set himself up for success, Bill on the other hand has been a stalwart of the division for years at this point and while he is a brawler? He can adapt to any match type!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is your opening match, scheduled for one fall and it is a King for a Day Qualifying Match!
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: First, 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 did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.
Simone: Liam hasn’t had a lot of luck lately, to the point that many wonder if he actually deserved to win Future Star of the Year!
Lunam: Especially Logan Hunter and Brooke Shelds!
Justin: And his opponent!
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Justin: Being accompanied by Bea Barnhart, from Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing 240 pounds “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart!
Simone: On the other hand we have Bill who has been a fixture of SCW for years!
Lunam: And a former Roulette Champion at that!
Jacob goes over the rules with both men before he calls for the bell.
Simone: And we are on for our opening match!
Lunam: This is a big opportunity for both men because of the power that comes with being King for a Day.
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Bill and Liam go nose to nose and start talking trash as Jacob watches on, Liam makes the first move, shoving Bill back a few feet and Bill returns the favour with a shove of his own, Liam then retaliates with a stiff forearm to Bill’s jaw and soon enough? A brawl breaks out between the two men and Bea doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s cheering on Bill from the outside.
Simone: It didn’t take long for things to break down here!
Lunam: And that’s putting it mildly!
Jacob keeps a close watch on the brawl, looking for any closed first from either Bill or Liam but to both men’s credit they stick within the riles of the match! Bill eventually bails out of the ring following a stiff uppercut from Liam but the former police officer follows him out of the ring to keep up the brawl, after a few moments Bea comes up from behind Liam to try to help her husband but Liam sees her and turns around to face Bea! Bill takes advantage of this with a Double Axe Handle to the back and then rams Liam back first into the barricade.
Simone: I do wonder what Bea was trying to accomplish there, never mind the size difference between her and Liam she would’ve gotten Bill disqualified.
Lunam: To say nothing of the fact that Bea would’ve gotten fined for attacking a male wrestler!
Bill rolls Liam back into the ring and follows him in for the first pin of the night.
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam kicks out! Bill quickly grabs a hold of Liam’s arm as it comes up for the kickout and tries to get it in a submission hold only for Liam to show that he can fight dirty as well by raking Bill’s with his free hand once he’s back on his feet! Naturally? Bea complains about this to Jacob but Jacob’s having none of it!
Simone: Bea’s complaints were about as predictable as they come!
Lunam: But Liam is in the driver’s seat thanks to raking Bill’s eyes.
Bea eventually backs down once she realizes that her complaints aren’t being heard while Liam back in the ring Liam comes off the ropes and hits Bill with a lariat! Bill goes down hard and Liam goes for his first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bill kicks out at two, Liam backs up and goes for another Lariat but Bill counters by grabbing the arm Liam was going to use for the Larit and going for his Elevated Hammerlock finisher AKA The Barnhart Shoulder Breaker but Liam counters it with a couple of elbows and a snapmare.
Simone: Liam’s first pin attempt only for it to be countered by Bill trying for his finisher!
Lunam: Which, in turn, was countered by Liam!
Both men get to their feet but they are clearly tired from the long match! Bea cheers on her husband from the ringside area but Liam makes the first move, going for a Spear, but Bill counters it with a Piledriver attempt only for Liam to backdrop out of it, Bill scrambles to his feet but Liam goes for his Double Underhook DDT finisher only for Bill to counter it with a Northern Lights Suplex which he bridges for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam kicks out! Bill forces Liam back to his feet and goes for a Piledriver again only for Liam to counter with a Small Package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bill kicks out! However while Bill scrambles to his feet Liam signals that he’s ready to end the match.
Simone: Liam is doing for the Double Underhook DDT again!
Lunam: Will he secure his spot in the King for a Day Match?
Liam goes for the DDT but Bill grabs Liam’s arm and locks in the Barnhart Shoulder Breaker! Jacob gets into position and it doesn’t take Liam long to tap!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, “BULLDOG” BILL BARNHART!
Simone: There you have it folks, Bill is our first participant in the King for a Day Match!
Lunam: And it’s back to square one for Liam!
Bill celebrates with Bea and Iris while Jacob checks on Liam.
We open on a close up of the SCW Roulette Championship draped over someone’s shoulder though it’s immediately clear that it’s not Logan’s shoulder, for one thing? The person holding it is clearly a woman.
Brooke: Beautiful isn’t it?
Sure enough the camera pans out to show Logan’s stunning girlfriend Brooke, her twin sister Marrissa is standing behind her.
Brooke: But that’s enough about me or my outfit!
Simone: Of course she was talking about herself.
Lunam: If it’s not Logan it’s always Brooke and her looks! Don’t get ne wrong, Brooke and Marissa are beautiful, but Brooke’s ego practically has it’s own orbit at this point!
Brooke walks over to Logan and while the clear height difference means Brooke needs to stand on her toes to reach up? She places the title over his shoulder.
Marissa: You know you could’ve bent over and allowed Brooke an easier reach right?
Logan: I bow to no one.
Marissa: But Brooke’s 5ft 4 and you’re 6ft……….
Logan: NO ONE!
Brooke shakes her head.
Brooke: Last week we proved that Ryan’s win over Logan at Blaze of Glory was a fluke and now we’ve got Zayvion Lyons eyeing up Logan’s title! Logan?
Logan: I put down one big cat and I’ll do it again.
Marissa: Was it really a fluke though…………….
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! OF COURSE IT WAS A FLUKE!
Marissa: Interrupt me again and I’ll start rubbing in the fact that I was born five minutes later than you!
Brooke: DON’T YOU DARE!
Logan: No one will deny me my crown again!
Logan and the Shields Sisters walk off as the scene fades.
Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold hits the P.A. system throughout the Cedar Point Celebration Plaza. Joshua is seen coming down to the ring. He gets in and grabs for a microphone.
Joshua: Cass you know I have had a week to sit and think about what you did what you said and I thought long and hard. Took my time and was not heard from all week. You say that I favored Harper over you. Think about how much time I spent with you going over your matches. Each and everyone I pointed at where if you would have done this instead of that it would have changed. You know something I never had to spend that kind of time with Harper because she was learning and advancing. You wanted to be coddled and told, good job all the time. Harper went out and performed and even though she might have lost she would be the first one in the gym going over tape and training. Hell she would train with others and not be above anyone. She has held a championship, something you have only heard of. Even then I had to beg to get you into that match. I had to sell that you were ready, but knowing that you were not ready. So keep telling yourself I favored Harper over you, if anything I put more time into you. I took chair shots and an attack with a pin from another manager. I would do that for anyone I manage. But you had your sister in your ear. I have noticed for a while and I didn't say a thing. You think I am old an stupid. That I am a nobody here in SCW. I will say that my induction into the SCW Hall of Fame puts that to rest. Yes I am also old I will admit that and I have spent more time in SCW and SCU then quite a few people here. I will give your sister her flowers to a point. Your sister is a champion in her own right 273 days as the Bombshell Roulette Champion. I look at the list of champions for that one and I can point out Hall of Famers left and right on the list but your sister what happened?
Joshua walks around the ring looking like he is trying to think of an answer for the question he posed.
Joshua: That’s neither here nor there. Your biggest issue is your attitude. It is what is causing your issues. You like to look at other people for your losses and lack of matches as you are the issue in why you lose and why you don’t get booked on major events. Management will back me that I kept going to get you matches, having to fight for why you need to be on the card after taking a loss. I kept hinting and you never took the hints. Now you have stabbed your partner in the back. Now I am not able to have a match with you here in SCW. But one call I could get a Hall of Famer here. It could be Amy, however I think I would call someone that would have more reason to face you Jessie Salco.
Suddenly “Un Bon Souvinier” by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie comes out with Krystal and Riley behind her.
Simone: I suppose we should’ve seen this coming.
Lunam: But who’s that blonde woman?
The three women enter the ring and Cassie snatches a mic from a stage hand.
Cassie: Who the hell do you think you are?! I was doing just fine before I took you on as my manager and………..
Joshua: Who’s the blonde? Find a replacement for Harper already?
Riley scoffs before steps forward with a mic in her hands.
Riley: Riley Francs, newest Go Gym Graduate and Executive Consultant to Cassie.
She extends a hand to Josh and he just stares at it before she backs off.
Riley: Rude!
Krystal shakes her head before snatching the mic from Riley’s hands.
Krystal: Don’t you get it Josh? Cassie brought me back because you failed in your duty as her manager, so why don’t you back…………..
Harper: HEY BITCH!
Simone: Oh boy!
Lunam: This was bound to happen!
Harper steps out onto the stage and stops at the top of the ramp last week.
Harper: Did you really think I was going to let that shit slide? After everything we’ve been through?!
Cassie: You were holding me back Harper!
Harper: Was I? Bitch, you wouldn’t even have an SCW Contract if i didn’t go to bat for you and this is how you repay me?!
Krystal: And what do you plan to do about it? We all know you got a concussion test last week.
Harper: I had a minor one, got two weeks off from wrestling but that doesn’t stop me from showing up.
Krystal: Rather irresponsible, eh?
Harper: That, coming from the woman who checked herself out of hospital so she could train for a Roulette Title Match against Kat Jones?
Krystal: THAT WAS DIFFERENT!
Harper: Uh huh, you know what? Why don’t we settle this the old fashioned way?
As Harper says this she produces a bat.
Cassie: I know you’re concussed but dumb too? Do you really think Josh will risk a fine…………
“Heavy is the Crown” hits the speakers and Cassie stops.
Cassie: For fuck’s sake CAN I STOP BEING INTER……….
Harper: No.
Suddenly Jessie Salco steps out alongside Harper.
Simone: Oh shit!
Lunam: Business has picked up!
The two cousins storm the ring and Krystal, Cassie and Riley bail, retreating up the ramp.
Cassie: You will pay for this, I………….
Harper: Actually? You will be paying!
Cassie stops.
Cassie: What the hell are you talking about?!
Harper: During the week me, Josh and Jessie had another look at the contract you signed for Krystal to be your new manager and you forgot one thing, Josh is still contractually your manager.
All color drains from Cassie’s face.
Cassie: Wait, what?!
Joshua: So to get even? I took your percentage and gave it to Harper!
Harper: Thanks for the new Gaming PC Cass!
Joshua: And it'll continue to be that way because Evelyn confirmed that it’s legally binding.
Krystal: We will fight this!
Harper: Just try it!
The two groups glare at each other as the scene fades.
Voice Over: Has this ever happened to you? You’re heading to the ring, the music is blasting, the crowd is roaring, and suddenly... part of your game plan is getting a little too confident?
Slow-motion shot of a wrestler mid-entrance suddenly stopping, looking down in alarm, and yanking awkwardly at the front of his gear while the crowd in the background reacts in confused silence.
Voice Over: Maybe your entrance robe is sitting funny. Maybe your trunks are fighting for their life. Maybe the hard cam is picking up a situation that was never cleared by production.
Cut to a fake production truck where a cameraman rips off his headset and another slams a giant red “CUT AWAY” button.
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A dramatic black-and-white reenactment of a wrestler wobbling to the top rope, keeping his legs squeezed together, then immediately deciding against the move and climbing back down.
Voice Over: Ordinary products promise confidence. Boner B Gone promises the exact opposite of that one specific kind.
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Two wrestlers go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. One pauses, grimaces at the camera, and grabs a conveniently placed towel from a ringside attendant.
Voice Over: Just one spray, one shake, or one dramatically unnecessary application of our patented “Nope Technology,” and you can step between the ropes knowing everything is calm, collected, and no longer trying to business for itself.
The Troll, wearing safety goggles for no reason, solemnly sprays a can labeled BONER B GONE at a mannequin in wrestling trunks. A thumbs-up graphic appears with sparkles.
The Troll: Before Boner B Gone, I saw fellas walking to the ring with the confidence of champions and the problem of a teenager with his first magazine. It was distracting. For them. For the fans. For the poor camera operator trying to keep this thing TV-14.
Voice Over: With Boner B Gone, you can grapple without awkwardness, brawl without bulging complications, and pose on the turnbuckle without causing the front row to start asking questions.
A wrestler proudly climbs the turnbuckle and poses. The fans nod approvingly and hold up signs reading “MUCH BETTER” and “THANK YOU BONER B GONE.”
The Troll: I watched one guy take a spinebuster and pop right back up, not because he was tough, but because he physically had no other option. That’s not ring psychology, baby. That’s a crisis.
Overly dramatic replay with sports analysis graphics circling the wrestler’s midsection while commentators cover their eyes with clipboards.
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A tag team stands in the locker room giving each other serious nods before one of them pulls out a can of Boner B Gone like it’s championship gold.
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Fake HR office. A wrestler sits in full gear across from a woman in glasses sliding a file across the desk labeled “INCIDENT REPORT.”
Voice Over: Boner B Gone. Because the only thing standing tall in that ring should be your reputation.
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Hero shot of the product spinning against a glittery background while a choir sings one triumphant note. The Troll folds his arms and nods with great seriousness.
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The Troll: Hey, uh... real quick.
The Troll looks off-camera, squinting, as a crew member silently freezes in place.
The Troll: What exactly is this stuff for?
Justin: The following contest is the Hardcore Rules Match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!
Lightning strikes the stage and the smoke disappears as Brandon Hendrix stands in the middle of the stage, “Anger’s Remorse” playing. He stares out to the cheering crowd, pointing to them before looking back at the stage, then tosses his arms up, creating a white flame that shoots up from the stage.
Justin: INTRODUCING FIRST! FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE!
Justin: BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN…
.. FUCKING……
HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!
Brandon starts walking down the ramp, a single light shining down on Hendrix. The fans have all turned their flashlights on their phones and hold their phones up. The entire arena is lit with lights and the fans wave their phones along to the song. Brandon continues his walk down the long ramp of where SCW is being held, thousand fans becoming Brandon's light in this battle with his opponents being who they are. Brandon looks around, giving a slight nod to those who back him before he walks up the steel steps, wiping his feet before entering the ring. Brandon stares at his opponent, and acknowledges the war that is coming. He takes his jacket off and hands it to the crew outside the ring. Brandon stands in his corner and tells his opponents to bring it.
Justin: And his opponent!
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers, opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down.
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
Justin: From Manchester in the United Kingdom! Weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds! He is the Internet Champion! Miles KASEY!!!
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy.
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto Brandon Hendrix, ready.
DING DING DING!
The arena darkens under a deep crimson glow, casting long shadows across a ring that no longer resembles a place for competition but rather a battlefield prepared for destruction. Tables are stacked in layers at ringside, some clean and others wrapped tightly in coils of barbed wire that glint under the lights. Steel chairs are scattered like fallen debris across the canvas, and in one corner sits a dented trash can filled with kendo sticks, chains, and broken fragments of previous violence. Near the ropes, a small black bag rests ominously, drawing murmurs from the crowd who already suspect what horrors it contains. The air is thick with anticipation, not for a contest, but for survival.
Miles Kasey stands in the center of the ring, chest rising and falling steadily, his expression focused but carrying the weight of what he knows is coming. Across from him, Brandon “F’N” Hendrix paces like a man who has already decided the outcome, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders as if preparing for something far more personal than a match. There is no ceremony, no grand introduction, only a tense silence that snaps the moment the bell rings.
Miles moves first, not out of desperation but precision, lunging toward the corner and pulling a kendo stick free before Brandon can react. The first strike lands sharply across Hendrix’s ribs, the crack echoing throughout the arena and drawing an immediate roar from the crowd. Miles follows with another swing, this time across the back, forcing Brandon to stagger a step forward. Rather than retreat, Brandon absorbs the impact and steps into the pain, his expression hardening as he dares Miles to continue. When the third swing comes, Brandon catches the kendo stick mid-motion, his grip tightening before he violently yanks it away and snaps it over his knee. The sound of splintering wood is immediately followed by a crushing elbow to Miles’ skull that drops him to the mat.
Lunam: That didn’t take long to escalate, and Hendrix just shut him down with one shot!
Simone: You can already see the difference, Miles came prepared, but Brandon came ready to endure.
Brandon wastes no time asserting control, grabbing a steel chair from the mat and unfolding it before bringing it down hard across Miles’ back. The impact forces Miles to arch in pain, but before he can even react, Brandon swings again, and then a third time, each shot denting the metal further and driving the air from Miles’ lungs. With deliberate cruelty, Brandon folds the chair, places it beneath Miles, and hoists him up before driving him down with a spinebuster that crushes both the chair and Miles beneath it. The sound is sickening, and the crowd reacts with a mix of awe and discomfort as Miles rolls weakly onto his side, clutching his spine.
Brandon exits the ring briefly, his movements methodical as he searches beneath the apron and retrieves a heavy chain along with a second trash can. Sliding both into the ring, he follows with a calm that contrasts the violence he is about to unleash. Wrapping the chain around his fist, he waits as Miles slowly pushes himself to his knees, blood already beginning to trickle from a cut near his brow. When Miles looks up, Brandon drives the chain-wrapped fist forward, the strike landing flush and immediately splitting the skin open further. Blood begins to pour, and the sight draws a visceral reaction from the audience.
Simone: That’s not just damage, that’s punishment, and Miles is already in deep trouble.
Lunam: Hendrix is breaking him down piece by piece, and we’re still early in this war.
Brandon forces the trash can over Miles’ head, trapping him in darkness before stepping back and grabbing another chair. With a swing that carries full intent, he smashes the chair into the can, the metal collapsing inward with a hollow, violent sound. The force sends Miles crashing down beneath it, but even in that state, instinct takes over. As Brandon reaches down to remove the can, Miles surges forward, tackling him and driving him backward onto the mat. The sudden shift catches Brandon off guard, and Miles capitalizes by hammering strikes into his body before transitioning seamlessly into an arm wrench takedown, using leverage to bring Hendrix down and regain a measure of control.
Breathing heavily and wiping blood from his eyes, Miles drags Brandon up and executes a vertical suplex, but instead of a clean landing, he angles the fall onto the trash can, crushing it beneath Brandon’s back. The impact echoes, and for a moment, both men remain still, the toll of the early exchange already evident in their labored breathing and battered bodies. The crowd senses the shift and rallies behind Miles as he begins to crawl toward the corner where the black bag waits.
Lunam: You know exactly what he’s thinking right now.
Simone: And if it’s what we think it is, this is about to get even worse.
With trembling hands, Miles opens the bag and turns it over, spilling thousands of thumbtacks across the canvas. The reaction is immediate and loud, the audience rising to their feet as the stakes escalate. Brandon, seeing the danger, charges forward and tackles Miles before he can act further, unleashing a barrage of elbows to the skull that halt any momentum. Grabbing him by the waist, Brandon attempts to lift him for a powerbomb, but Miles fights desperately, slipping free and rebounding off the ropes before launching into a Standing Spanish Fly that sends both men crashing down dangerously close to the scattered tacks.
The impact leaves both men stunned, but Brandon recovers first, using his strength to lift Miles into a fallaway slam that sends him skidding across the mat, his arm grazing the tacks and embedding several into his skin. Miles winces, pulling himself away, but the damage is done. Brandon rises and presses forward, driving Miles into the corner and unleashing a series of vicious jabs to the ribs, each one targeting the same area to break him down further. With calculated aggression, Brandon follows with repeated corner clotheslines, each one snapping Miles’ body backward until he collapses to his knees.
Simone: This is turning into a dismantling, not just a fight.
Lunam: But Miles is still in it, somehow he’s still standing.
As Brandon charges for another attack, Miles digs deep and counters with a sudden Irish Hammer that catches Hendrix off guard and sends him crashing to the mat. The shift in momentum ignites the crowd once more, and Miles, fueled by adrenaline, drags Brandon toward the center of the ring where the thumbtacks lie waiting. With a surge of strength, he lifts him and executes a backdrop suplex that drives Hendrix directly into the tacks. The reaction is immediate, Brandon’s body arching as the sharp points embed themselves into his back.
Miles does not hesitate, climbing the ropes despite the pain coursing through his body and launching into a diving crossbody that drives the tacks deeper into Brandon’s flesh. The brutality of the moment is undeniable, and the crowd responds with a mixture of shock and exhilaration as Miles continues his assault, following up with a lung blower and then a perfectly executed Reverse Frankensteiner that spikes Hendrix into the mat.
As Brandon crashes into the mat following the Reverse Frankensteiner, the ring itself seems to tremble under the accumulated damage of both men’s bodies and the weapons scattered across it. Miles doesn’t immediately capitalize, and that hesitation tells the story just as much as the violence. He is exhausted, his chest heaving, blood dripping steadily from his brow and down onto the canvas, mixing with sweat and the metallic scent that now fills the air. Across from him, Brandon lies twisted, thumbtacks still embedded across his back, his fingers twitching as he tries to push himself up, refusing to let the punishment end him. The crowd begins to rally louder now, sensing that they are no longer watching a match but witnessing two men testing the absolute limits of what they can endure.
Miles finally crawls forward, each movement slower than the last, and drapes an arm over Brandon’s chest for a cover, not out of confidence but out of instinct.
The referee slides in.
ONE!
TWO!
Brandon jerks a shoulder up.
The reaction is immediate, a loud mixture of shock and adrenaline from the crowd, and Miles rolls onto his back, staring up at the lights in disbelief, his face tightening as frustration begins to creep in.
Lunam: That was the first real opening Miles had, and it still wasn’t enough!
Simone: At this point it’s not about skill anymore, it’s about who can survive longer!
Miles drags himself back to his knees, wiping blood from his eyes again, trying to clear his vision as he looks around at the wreckage. His gaze lands on the chain Brandon brought into the ring earlier, now lying partially under a bent chair. With a determined breath, he reaches for it, wrapping it loosely around his forearm, not as a weapon of dominance but as a last resort. As Brandon slowly pushes himself up using the ropes, Miles charges forward and swings, the chain-enhanced strike catching Hendrix across the jaw and snapping his head violently to the side.
Brandon stumbles but doesn’t fall, and that refusal ignites something deeper in Miles. He grabs him again, pulling him in for a second lung blower, this time driving him down onto the edge of a steel chair that had been left upright. The impact is brutal, and Miles hooks the leg immediately, pressing down with everything he has left.
ONE!
TWO!
Another kickout.
Miles slams his hand against the mat in frustration, his body language shifting from controlled aggression to desperation as he realizes just how much it is going to take to end this.
Simone: That should have been it! That had to be it!
Lunam: You can see it on his face now, Miles is running out of answers!
Brandon rolls away, coughing and clutching his ribs, but even in pain, his instincts remain sharp. As Miles pulls him back up, Brandon suddenly fires off that signature combination, a right hook, a left jab, a knee to the gut, and a vicious uppercut that snaps Miles’ head back and sends him stumbling into the ropes. The crowd reacts instantly as Brandon follows, charging forward and delivering a crushing clothesline that flips Miles inside out.
Both men hit the mat hard, but Brandon pushes through the pain first, dragging Miles up and lifting him with sheer force into a powerbomb position. For a moment, it looks like he might go for a standard drop, but instead he turns, positioning himself over the thumbtacks and drives Miles down directly into them.
The reaction is explosive.
Lunam: HE JUST POWERBOMBED HIM INTO THE TACKS!
Simone: That might have ended it right there!
Miles screams out, his body arching as the tacks dig into his back, and Brandon collapses over him for the cover, hooking both legs tightly.
ONE!
TWO!
Miles kicks out.
The crowd erupts again, and this time it’s Brandon who looks stunned, his expression shifting from confidence to disbelief as he stares at the referee.
Simone: I don’t believe it! How did Miles kick out of that?
Lunam: I don’t think Brandon knows what it’s going to take anymore!
Frustration boils over as Brandon shoves himself back to his feet, grabbing Miles by the hair and dragging him up with clear intent to end things. He pulls him in, hooks the arms, and plants him with a devastating MAFIA DDT, driving his head down onto the steel chair that had been used earlier. The sound alone is enough to make the crowd wince, and Brandon wastes no time covering again.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-!
NO! Miles gets the shoulder up at the very last possible moment.
Brandon sits up immediately, eyes wide, breathing heavy, his composure cracking as he runs his hands through his hair in disbelief.
Lunam: He kicked out of MAFIA! He kicked out!
Simone: This has gone beyond anything we expected!
The pace slows for a moment, not because the match is calming, but because both men are running on fumes. Brandon leans against the ropes, looking out at the crowd before turning back with a cold expression. He rolls out of the ring once more, reaching under the apron and pulling out a table wrapped in barbed wire, the sharp edges glinting as the audience reacts with a mix of excitement and dread.
He slides it into the ring and sets it up carefully, taking his time, making sure it is positioned exactly where he wants it. Every second he spends doing this builds tension, and by the time he turns back to Miles, the entire arena is on its feet. Miles is barely standing, using the ropes to pull himself up, his back covered in tacks and his face painted in blood. Brandon approaches, grabs him, and begins dragging him toward the table.
Simone: This is not going to end well…
Lunam: If he goes through that, it might be over.
Brandon lifts Miles onto the top rope, climbing up with him, both men unsteady as they balance above the ring. The barbed wire table sits directly below them, waiting. Brandon hooks him, preparing for a superplex that would surely end everything, but Miles fights back with whatever strength he has left, delivering desperate shots to Brandon’s ribs, forcing him to loosen his grip. With a final surge, Miles shifts his weight and counters mid-air, flipping the position SUPER SPANISH FLY FROM THE TOP ROPE, sending both men crashing down through the barbed wire table. The explosion of wood and wire is deafening.
Lunam: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Simone: THEY JUST DESTROYED EACH OTHER!
Both men lie tangled in the wreckage, barbed wire wrapped around their arms and backs, neither moving for several long seconds as the crowd chants wildly. Slowly, painfully, Miles begins to stir, dragging himself across the mat, leaving a faint trail of blood behind him as he reaches Brandon and collapses into another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Brandon barely gets a shoulder up.
The exhaustion on Miles’ face deepens, but there is no hesitation now, only determination. He pulls Brandon up again, his movements slower but more deliberate, knowing this has to be the end. He positions himself, waiting as Brandon stumbles forward. At the last second, Brandon lunges, Spear attempt, but Miles sidesteps it, sending Brandon crashing into the corner where a chair is wedged between the turnbuckles. The impact stuns him, leaving him exposed. Miles spins, DOUBLE EDGED SWORD. The strike lands clean, snapping Brandon’s head to the side.
Simone: HE CAUGHT HIM!
Lunam: THAT WAS PERFECT!
Miles doesn’t go for the cover yet. Instead, he pulls Brandon up one final time, summoning everything left in his body. He hooks him, lifting him up and delivers HAIL TO THE QUEEN.
Brandon collapses, completely lifeless. The crowd rises as Miles, barely able to stand, drags a chair into position and begins the slow climb to the top rope. Every step is a struggle, every movement showing the damage he has taken, but he keeps going. At the top, he pauses, looking down at Brandon. Then he leaps.
REVERSE 450 SPLASH THROUGH THE CHAIR. The impact is final. Miles rolls over, draping an arm across Brandon’s chest as the referee slides in one last time.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!
Lunam: HE DID IT! HE SURVIVED!
Simone: THAT WASN’T HUMAN, THAT WAS SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY!
Justin: Here is your winner! MILES KASEY!!!
Miles doesn’t celebrate. He can’t. He lies there, barely conscious, his body completely spent after enduring and delivering unimaginable punishment. The crowd chants his name, but the moment feels fragile, like it could shatter at any second.
And then it does, Brandon’s goons storm the ring.
They hit fast and without hesitation, swarming Miles and stomping him down before he can even react. One grabs the chain and wraps it around his throat, pulling back violently, while another smashes a chair across his ribs. The assault is relentless, methodical, and cruel. Brandon is dragged to his feet by them, barely able to stand but fueled by rage as he staggers forward. He looks down at Miles, who can no longer defend himself, and drops beside him, locking in MAMA E PAPA, wrenching back with everything he has left.
Simone: This is too much! Someone stop this!
Lunam: He’s defenseless! This is a mugging, another attempted murder on the Kasey family, not a fight!
Miles fades quickly, his body unable to take any more, his arm falling limp against the mat. And then, the crowd erupts. LJ Kasey sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring with a kendo stick in hand, swinging wildly and forcing the goons back. Carter is right behind him, grabbing a chair and cracking it across one attacker before turning and clearing the ring with controlled fury. The tide turns instantly.
Lunam: HERE THEY COME!
Simone: LJ AND CARTER ARE SAVING HIM!
The goons retreat, dragging Brandon with them, leaving the ring in ruins. LJ drops to his knees beside Miles, checking on him, while Carter stands guard, making sure no one returns. Slowly, with their help, Miles is brought to a seated position, barely aware but still conscious enough to understand what has happened. The crowd roars, not just for the victory, but for the survival.
Simone: He won… but I don’t think anyone walks away from something like this the same.
Lunam: No… tonight didn’t just test him. It changed him.
Amid the broken tables, scattered weapons, and stains of war, Miles Kasey is helped to his feet, supported by LJ and Carter on either side. He doesn’t raise his arms. He doesn’t celebrate. He simply stands glaring into the camera. And somehow, after everything he’s still standing.
Backstage, the crowd noise bleeds through the walls. Ryan leans against a road case, arms folded.
Aron stands across from him, calm, composed.
Ryan: Legos… still wild.
Aron: You gave it away.
Ryan looks over.
Ryan: …Yeah.
He rubs the back of his neck.
Ryan: I don’t wanna be that guy, though. Always expecting something cheap.
Aron tilts his head slightly.
Aron: You don’t expect it. You prepare for it.
Ryan nods a little.
Aron: They don’t beat you at your pace. They win when it slows down… when you let them change it.
Ryan shifts his weight.
Ryan: So don’t let it.
A small nod from Aron.
Aron: You stay close. You make it hard for them to think, to reach, to cheat. You are better when it is moving.
Ryan exhales.
Ryan: …Pressure.
Aron: Yes.
Ryan pushes off the case. Footsteps. Ms. Rocky Mountains steps in with a mic.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ryan, quick question. Where’s your head at tonight?
Ryan glances at Aron, then back.
Ryan: Same as always. Just not giving anything away this time.
Rocky tilts her head.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And after the show?
Ryan smirks a little.
Ryan: We’re at Cedar Point Celebration Plaza, right?
He gestures toward the exit.
Ryan: You trying to hit the rides after?
Rocky blinks.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: …You’re asking me on-air?
Ryan shrugs.
Ryan: Figured it saves time.
A small pause.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: …Maybe.
Ryan nods.
Ryan: I’ll take maybe.
He heads off. Aron watches him go, arms folding again.
Aron: He will be champion.
GRUDGE MATCH
LJ KASEY vs BRANDON "F'n" HENDRIX
The camera opens inside the office of SCW General Manager Evelyn Hall. The room is neat and tastefully arranged, with polished wood furniture, framed SCW event posters upon the walls, and the unmistakable atmosphere of authority that comes with the woman seated behind the desk. Evelyn Hall sits poised in her chair, hands neatly folded atop a stack of papers, a composed smile upon her face as she looks directly into the camera.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Climax Control here at Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. I do sincerely hope that all of you in attendance, as well as those of you watching at home, are having a marvellous time tonight. Cedar Point is one of the most beloved destinations in the world, and I should certainly hope that many of you have taken full advantage of the magnificent rides and the many delightful food treats on offer while enjoying tonight’s event.
Evelyn pauses briefly, her pleasant expression softening into a more businesslike one as she lightly places one hand upon the desk.
Evelyn Hall: Now then, as lovely as all of that is, I am here this evening to address a matter of great importance. Specifically, the issue of who shall challenge Alexander Raven in Osaka, Japan at Into the Void XV for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.
She tilts her head ever so slightly, her voice steady and measured.
Evelyn Hall: As the entire world is already aware, due to the stipulation set forth at Blaze of Glory XV, former champion Helluva Bottom Carter is ineligible to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship for as long as Alexander Raven remains the reigning champion. That matter is settled, and there shall be no confusion on that point.
She lifts a sheet of paper from her desk, glancing down at it for only a moment before returning her gaze to the camera.
Evelyn Hall: However, one week ago, we heard from two men who each made it abundantly clear that they believe they deserve the next opportunity. Former multi time champion Alex Jones, and the current SCW Internet Champion, Miles Kasey. Both gentlemen put forth compelling arguments. Both men made their case with passion, confidence, and no shortage of conviction. More importantly, both based those claims on the very same foundation, that each of them holds a victory over the current World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Raven.
A faint smile touches her lips, though it is the sort that suggests careful consideration rather than amusement.
Evelyn Hall: Now, I will say this. There is certainly merit to the argument that Miles Kasey ought to be focused solely on the Internet Championship. After all, he is its current titleholder, and that championship deserves his full respect and attention. But fair is fair. Miles has waited long enough for this opportunity, and I will not ignore that fact. Therefore, after considering all sides of the matter, I have reached my decision.
Evelyn straightens slightly in her seat, letting the moment breathe before continuing.
Evelyn Hall: Next week, when Climax Control comes to Rust, Germany at Europa Park, Miles Kasey shall face Alex Jones. And this shall not merely be a Number One Contender’s Match. Oh no. The stakes are to be raised considerably. Because in addition to the Number One Contendership being on the line, the SCW Internet Championship shall be on the line as well, given that Alex Jones is the former champion.
She sets the paper back down and folds her hands together once more.
Evelyn Hall: Which means that the winner of that match will go on to Into the Void XV to face Alexander Raven in Osaka, Japan. World Champion versus Internet Champion. Winner takes all.
The announcement hangs in the air for a moment as Evelyn gives a small, satisfied nod.
Evelyn Hall: I trust that clarifies matters for everyone involved. Gentlemen, you both wished to state your cases. You both wished for the opportunity. Now you shall have the chance to settle it properly in the ring.
Her tone softens again, returning to the warm welcome with which she began.
Evelyn Hall: Thank you all for hearing me out this evening. And once again, I do hope you continue to enjoy the remainder of the show here at Cedar Point. Have a wonderful evening.
Evelyn offers a polite smile to the camera as the scene begins to fade out from the General Manager’s office.
As the crowd anticipates the arrival of the next SCW Superstar, the sounds of Backyard Boogie by Mack 10 play over the speaker and the number one contender to the Roulette Championship Zayvion Lyons swaggers his way out followed closely by his manager Cleo Phillips, the crowd greets them with cheers and after interacting with some of them and giving a small child at ringside his sunglasses they make the way into the ring where he gets a microphone and begins speaking once the crowd settles down.
Zayvion Lyons: Saaaaannndussskkyyyyyy Oooohiiiiooooooo………
He pauses shortly.
Zayvion Lyons: What's good?!
The crowd cheers.
Zayvion Lyons: That's wassup. Good to hear it. Now some things changed last week, in particular my opponent for Into The Void. As it turns out Ryan Key's party came to an abrupt end. Don't worry cuz your boy is here and I'm telling you the block party is about to begin now, and all y'all invited to the cookout.
The crowd cheers a little louder this time.
Cleo Phillips: Just don't play him in a dice game, he'll hustle your ass.
Zayvion Lyons: Hey don't hate the player, hate the game. But seriously, it really is time to knuckle up. Are you hearing me Logan Hunter?
The crowd boos Logan's name.
Zayvion Lyons: I hope you're ready to lose that championship for the third time in a row because your reign will end at Into The Void. This won't be some third time is the charm for you this is where you strike out.
He pauses for a moment.
Zayvion Lyons: This is the party you ain't finna to be able to stop. I'm taking that Roulette Championship from you and I'm going to take it back home all the way to Inglewood to celebrate with the boys. So enjoy it while you still have it, because once I take it from you I have no intention of letting it go. I will be the next Roulette Champion, and you Logan will fail once again and prove that you are incapable of actually being a champion.
Cleo Phillips: Bet.
Zayvion's music plays again and he and Cleo exit to the back.
ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
LOGAN HUNTER (c) vs ZAYVION LYONS
Simone: Something is happening backstage! We need to get a camera back there right now!
The feed slammed away from ringside in a violent jolt, cutting straight into chaos already in progress deep inside one of Cedar Point’s staff service corridors, in an area clearly designated for talent use. Folding tables had been lined against one wall beneath temporary SCW signage, production crates sat stacked beside black pipe and drape, and a catering kiosk for wrestlers and crew had been set up nearby with coolers, coffee urns, condiment trays, and rolling racks of supplies. None of it remained orderly for more than another second.
Crystal Zdunich had Kayla Richards by the hair and the back of the neck, driving her face first across the top of a catering table hard enough to send cups, lids, packets of sugar, and a metal coffee dispenser crashing to the concrete. Kayla staggered sideways with a hand to her mouth, but Crystal did not let her breathe. She seized a tray full of plastic-wrapped cutlery and smashed it across Kayla’s shoulder, then kicked her square in the ribs and sent her sprawling into a rack of folded chairs. The whole thing tipped with a metallic crash, chairs spilling across the corridor like shrapnel.
Lunam: Jaysus, they arenae waitin’ for any bell tonight, are they? They’ve gone straight past anger and right into attempted murder!
Simone: This is supposed to be the site of tonight’s Main Event, and these two are tearing through Cedar Point before they even make it to the ring!
Kayla rolled over on one knee with that cold, hateful glare already burning in her eyes. Crystal came charging, but Kayla snatched up one of the fallen folding chairs and whipped it upward like a shield. The edge of it smashed into Crystal’s midsection and doubled her over. Crystal lurched back gasping and Kayla exploded upward, swinging the chair again, this time across Crystal’s back with a sickening clang that echoed down the corridor. Crystal dropped to both knees, her hands catching herself on the concrete, and Kayla hurled the chair down on top of her before grabbing a plastic stanchion pole from a nearby queue divider and jabbing it hard into Crystal’s ribs like a spear.
Lunam: Sweet suffering hell, Kayla’s tryin’ to cave her in! There’s nothin’ sporting about this now!
Simone: Sporting? Lunam, that left sporting five broken doors ago!
Crystal caught the stanchion on the next thrust. Kayla leaned into it, trying to jam it into her throat, but Crystal snarled and yanked with both hands, pulling Kayla off balance. Crystal rose and drove the pole up between Kayla’s arms, then rammed the end of it into her stomach. Kayla folded and Crystal cracked the thing across Kayla’s back, splintering the lightweight barrier clean in half. One half clattered away. Crystal kept the other and swung it like a club, chasing Kayla backward toward a nearby merchandise kiosk that had been stocked for crew and wrestler family access. Hats, shirts, lanyards, and boxed souvenirs went flying as Kayla was launched bodily through the side display, the whole kiosk shuddering beneath the impact.
Security came into frame then, SCW personnel first, shouting for both women to stop, followed only moments later by Cedar Point park security in yellow shirts and black tactical vests. They converged from both ends of the corridor, but Crystal and Kayla barely even registered them. Kayla, half buried in tumbling merchandise and bent metal rack arms, grabbed the first solid object she could find, a small point-of-sale monitor from the kiosk counter, ripped it loose, and as Crystal lunged over the wreckage, Kayla drove it into Crystal’s shoulder and side of the head. Crystal reeled just long enough for Kayla to tackle her through the opposite side of the kiosk, sending them both crashing in a wave of shirts, plastic hooks, and broken shelving.
Simone: Security’s there! Security has finally caught up to them!
Lunam: Have they? Because I’m seein’ a lot of brave lads lookin’ unsure whether to step in or write their wills!
Three SCW guards tried to pull Kayla off from behind as she straddled Crystal and hammered forearms into her face and chest. Two more reached for Crystal’s arms, but Crystal twisted up from underneath and mule-kicked one man off his feet into a stack of road cases. Kayla got dragged backward two steps before she stomped one guard’s foot, elbowed another in the jaw, and broke free. Crystal meanwhile shoved a park security officer aside with enough force to send him colliding into the wall. Then both women locked eyes again through the bodies trying to separate them, and it was like the rest of the world vanished.
Crystal rushed first. Kayla met her halfway. They collided so hard that two more security men were bowled out of the way like pins. Kayla threw a right hand, Crystal answered with one of her own, and the fistfight became a blur as they stumbled out of the service corridor and into a broader backstage loading area set up behind one of Cedar Point’s food stands. Portable barricades were stacked there beside picnic benches, equipment trunks, rolled signage, and backup patio furniture intended for event overflow. Overhead work lights cast everything in a harsh industrial glare that made the blood already starting around Crystal’s mouth and the red handprint on Kayla’s cheek stand out even more.
Crystal seized Kayla by the waistband and hair and ran her straight into a stack of folded picnic tables. The aluminum frames collapsed in a chain reaction, clanging and bouncing across the ground. Kayla fell into the middle of them, but from the wreckage she grabbed one detached bench plank and swung it upward into Crystal’s knee. Crystal stumbled. Kayla scrambled up and smashed the plank across Crystal’s back. Once. Twice. On the third shot the board split apart and Crystal roared, spun, and drove a knee straight into Kayla’s stomach. She hooked Kayla’s arm, hauled her over, and launched her spine-first onto a rolling utility cart loaded with bottled water and towels. The cart tipped over under the impact, bottles exploding everywhere and rolling across the pavement.
Simone: They are destroying everything in sight!
Lunam: Everything in sight and half the things not nailed down! And if somethin’ is nailed down, they’ll likely rip it loose just to prove a point!
Security surged again. This time there were more of them, SCW officials yelling, park managers shouting that enough was enough. One of the Cedar Point supervisors pointed frantically toward the carnage piling up behind the women, but neither Kayla nor Crystal cared. Crystal was dragged away by three guards, each one clinging to an arm or shoulder. Kayla was being restrained near the overturned cart by another cluster of SCW security. For one brief moment it almost looked contained.
Then Kayla snatched a full bottle of water from the ground and hurled it like a fastball. It struck Crystal square in the forehead. Crystal ripped one arm free instantly and surged forward with such force that one guard lost his grip and fell. She kicked backward into another guard’s shin, broke the hold completely, and charged. Kayla met her with a scream of her own and the two women smashed through the line of security yet again.
They tore into an outdoor staff break area tucked behind one of the midway restaurants. There were metal café tables there, umbrellas folded and tied, coolers, vending carts, and a row of temporary lockers designated for extra event personnel. Kayla grabbed one of the café tables and shoved it into Crystal like a battering ram. Crystal staggered into the lockers, denting two doors inward. Kayla tried to follow with a chair, but Crystal caught it by one leg. For a second the two women wrestled over it, each snarling and wrenching for leverage. Then Crystal yanked it free and slammed the chair sideways into Kayla’s ribs. Kayla dropped to a knee. Crystal brought the chair down across Kayla’s shoulders, then flung it at the approaching security group to keep them back.
Lunam: This is madness! Absolute madness!
Simone: This is a war! And I do not know how Cedar Point lets either one of them stay in this building after this!
Crystal grabbed Kayla and hurled her onto one of the metal café tables. The surface caved under her with a sharp crack. Kayla writhed on the buckled steel, but Crystal climbed up after her, raining forearms down and bouncing Kayla’s head off the warped tabletop. A pair of park security officers climbed onto the broken table trying to drag Crystal away, and one of them almost succeeded until Kayla, dazed and furious, reached up and clawed Crystal by the face just to keep her from being removed. Crystal screamed and dropped back down, but as the officers tried to wedge themselves between the two women, Kayla grabbed the collapsed umbrella stand from the ground and swung it low. The heavy base clipped one officer in the thigh and sent him stumbling. Crystal then shoved the second man away and booted Kayla right in the mouth.
The camera jerked sideways as the operator had to scramble backward. Both women spilled off the ruined table and into a vending cart loaded with wrapped snacks and fruit. Apples, chips, bottled soda, and candy bars sprayed across the pavement. Kayla snatched up a metal cash box from under the cart and smashed it into Crystal’s temple. Crystal fired back by grabbing a fistful of Kayla’s hair and yanking her face-first into the side panel of the cart. Once. Twice. Then Crystal ripped the whole side canopy loose and jabbed the metal frame into Kayla’s stomach before tossing it at a cluster of guards racing in.
Simone: Get somebody in there with authority! This is beyond control!
Lunam: Authority? These two are tellin’ authority to go straight to hell!
Finally a larger wave of SCW officials and Cedar Point personnel closed in, nearly a dozen bodies surrounding the brawl. Someone was yelling about property damage. Someone else was shouting about liability. One park supervisor could be heard screaming that the women were finished, done, gone, out. Security got hands on both again, hauling them apart by sheer numbers, carrying them in opposite directions across the break area. Kayla was still kicking and thrashing, trying to spit blood and insults around the men restraining her. Crystal was trying to wrench free with animal fury, dragging two guards several feet despite their efforts.
For a second, that looked like it might finally be the end.
Then Kayla saw a freestanding menu board from the nearby staff snack kiosk. She twisted violently, planted both feet against one guard’s chest, shoved herself free, and ripped the board from its stand. Before anyone could stop her she charged and smashed the edge of it across Crystal’s back. Crystal broke free at once, and the menu board shattered into flying pieces. Crystal turned with murder in her eyes and tackled Kayla through the side door of the snack kiosk itself.
The camera followed into even tighter chaos. Inside the kiosk there were prep counters, condiment pumps, paper goods, a hot dog roller, pretzel warmers, and storage shelves packed with supplies. Kayla and Crystal hit the counter so hard that a nacho cheese dispenser toppled over, spilling molten orange sludge across the steel surface and down the side. Crystal grabbed a handful of paper trays and mashed them in Kayla’s face before driving her backward into a rack of buns. Kayla answered by seizing a mustard bottle and blasting it into Crystal’s eyes. Crystal recoiled, half blinded, and Kayla smashed a plastic tray across her head, then yanked open a mini fridge and slammed the door against Crystal’s arm.
Lunam: Ah here now, they’re usin’ condiments as weapons! This has become a fever dream!
Simone: They are fighting in a food kiosk at Cedar Point before their Main Event. That sentence should not exist, and yet here we are!
Crystal wiped her eyes just in time to see Kayla coming with a metal stool. The stool cracked across Crystal’s shoulder and ricocheted into the pretzel warmer. Crystal staggered into the fryer counter, then grabbed an empty ketchup crate and threw it at Kayla. Kayla ducked. Crystal vaulted over the counter despite the cramped space and drove both women through the rear exit, bursting back outside into another service lane where pallet jacks, supply bins, and waste containers had been left for park operations.
Kayla was first up and immediately shoved Crystal into a row of stacked trash barrels. Lids went flying. Crystal answered by hurling one barrel right back into Kayla’s chest. Kayla slammed into a supply pallet and tipped it over, cases of napkins and paper goods raining down. Crystal seized one of the wooden pallet slats and jabbed it at Kayla’s throat, backing her into a tall chain-link rolling gate that separated the lane from a staff-only ride access zone. Kayla clawed at the wood, then brought her knee up hard between Crystal’s legs enough to break the pressure. She grabbed Crystal by the back of the head and bounced her face off the chain link. Then she did it again. On the third time Crystal hooked the fence with one arm, stopped herself, and fired a back elbow into Kayla’s jaw.
Simone: This has gone all through the backstage area and into staff access lanes! They are all over this park!
Lunam: They’re leavin’ a trail behind them like a pair of wild animals, and everyone else is just prayin’ not to get trampled!
Three park security officers tried to pin Crystal against the fence. Four SCW guards swarmed Kayla and hauled her away by the arms and waist. The women were separated by nearly twenty feet now, both screaming threats, both trying to tear through the people holding them. Then Crystal suddenly planted her feet on the fence, kicked off with both legs, and sent herself and the officers restraining her crashing backward. She hit the ground, rolled, came up with one of the loose trash can lids in hand, and flung it like a discus. It smashed into the cluster around Kayla. Instinctively they recoiled. That was enough. Kayla ripped free and charged again.
This time the collision carried them right into a stack of portable crowd-control barricades. The metal rails toppled like dominoes. Crystal slammed Kayla’s head between two of them and then dragged one loose, using it to pin Kayla momentarily across the waist. Kayla kicked upward from the ground, caught Crystal under the chin, shoved the barricade off, and both women rose swinging. Crystal’s right hand landed flush. Kayla answered with a forearm. Crystal headbutted her. Kayla raked her nails across Crystal’s face. Crystal drove her into a wooden information podium. Kayla grabbed the podium sign and shattered it over Crystal’s shoulder in a shower of splintered wood and acrylic.
Security descended again with greater desperation than before. A Cedar Point operations manager was now in frame, furious, pointing at the wreckage and shouting that both of them were out of the park immediately. SCW officials were yelling over him that tonight’s Main Event was in serious jeopardy, but the park manager did not look interested in negotiation. Around them the scene was appalling. Broken kiosk panels. Bent tables. Scattered chairs. Merchandise trampled into the pavement. Food and condiments across service lanes. Barricades twisted and lying in heaps. A snack stand half destroyed. Staff and security limping, clutching bruised limbs and bleeding brows.
Simone: I think the decision has been made! I think Cedar Point has seen enough!
Lunam: Can ye blame them? Look at this place! It looks like a tornado had a grudge!
Even then, even with the order being shouted in every direction, Crystal and Kayla were not done. Kayla broke loose one more time and snatched a steel folding chair from the debris. Crystal tore free from two park guards and met her in the lane again. Kayla swung the chair. Crystal ducked and speared Kayla through a stack of supply totes, lids exploding away. Kayla tried to bring the chair down across Crystal’s back from underneath, but Crystal ripped it from her grasp and flung it aside. Then she dragged Kayla up and hurled her into the side of a souvenir kiosk shutter, rattling the whole structure. Kayla rebounded and tackled Crystal into a drinks cooler so hard that the lid burst off and ice cascaded across the ground.
Lunam: They cannae even stand proper anymore and still they won’t stop!
Simone: This is hatred. This is pure hatred!
At last sheer numbers prevailed. It took what looked like half the available security in the park along with SCW officials and several local police officers who had now appeared at the far end of the lane. Crystal was dragged backward by five people, still kicking, still trying to claw her way forward. Kayla was hauled in the opposite direction by another mass of bodies, screaming over their shoulders at one another, promising to finish it, promising blood, promising pain. The two kept lunging every time their feet touched the ground, forcing security to nearly carry them.
A furious Cedar Point representative stepped into camera range and barked the final verdict loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. Both women were ejected from the property. Immediately. No exceptions. No Main Event. Not after this.
Simone: There it is! Kayla Richards and Crystal Zdunich have just gotten themselves thrown out of Cedar Point!
Lunam: The Main Event’s dead before it ever had a chance, and the only winners here are the poor souls who don’t have to stand between those two any longer!
Simone: What in the world does SCW do now? These two have destroyed half the backstage area, laid out security, and gotten themselves kicked out of the building before they could ever make it to the ring!
Lunam: Ye can fine them, suspend them, lock them in separate states, and it still won’t be enough. That was not a fight. That was a public disaster with fists!
The last shot caught both women at opposite ends of the service road being dragged out toward separate exits, still straining against entire teams of security, still screaming for one another, while behind them Cedar Point staff stared in disbelief at the wreckage left scattered across the backstage area like the aftermath of a riot.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Queen for a day qualifier match… introducing first…
"Now The Walls Are Caving In, All The Lies You Said Are Resurfacing"
"Un Bon Souvenir" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie walks out, vibing to the heavy riff, she is soon accompanied by Krystal and the half-sisters share a fist bump.
Justin: Introducing, from Grenock, South Australia and being accompanied by Krystal Wolfe, she is "The Judas Wolfe" CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie marches down to the ring and rolls in stopping at the centre and assuming a kneeling pose while staring down her fans, she stands up straight as Krystal joins her and retreats to a corner.
Justin: and her opponent… hailing from Los Angeles, California and being accompanied by Zenna Zdunich… Seleana Zdunich.
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5
4
3
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat’s roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat” blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway followed by Zenna and they make their way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on. Zdunich climbs into the ring, which Zenna stays ringside and claps Zdunich as her music dies down.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Wolfe charges in towards Zdunich and tries for a surprise boot, which Zdunich dodges out of the way before turning and Wolfe turns back around and moves towards Zdunich, but Zdunich grabs Wolfe around the legs and drags her down to the mat before mounting her and unleashes a series of punches on Wolfe, who tries to cover up the best she can as she takes the shots before moving away and she gets to her feet and stumbles away, but she doesn’t get too far and she turns around and faces Zdunich and Zdunich catches Wolfe with a high elbow and sends her down to the mat. Wolfe moves back to her feet and is met with a forearm shot and again sends her down to the mat.
Simone: Wolfe with her newfound attitude to life… charges in and tries to catch Zdunich off guard, but Zdunich sees it coming and she dodges before grabbing Wolfe by the legs and takes her down to the mat. She unleashes some punches on Wolfe who covers up the best she can before squirming out of it.
Lunam: Wolfe climbs back to her feet and charges at Zdunich, and it met with a high elbow, she tries again and it sent to the mat again.
Wolfe stays down and bails from the ring as Zdunich tries to catch her but with little luck, as the ref keeps Zdunich back before demanding Wolfe to return to the ring. Wolfe then moves around the ring, as she checks her face and shakes her head as Zdunich demands Wolfe to get back into the ring. Wolfe continues to move around the ring, as Zdunich then slides out of the ring and moves towards Wolfe, where she grabs her and spins her around and fires in a forearm shot on Wolfe.
Lunam: Wolfe bails from the ring, which the ref tries to keep Zdunich in the ring, but Zdunich ignores it and she climbs from the ring and moves after Wolfe, where she grabs her and fires in a forearm shot.
Wolfe is rocked and Zdunich grabs Wolfe by the hair and then drives her face into the guard barrier and Wolfe leans against it stunned, as Zdunich pins her there for a moment and delivers a chop to the chest. Wolfe holds her chest as moves away from the barrier and away from Zdunich, Zdunich follows her and then grabs a handful of hair and bounces her face off the apron before rolling her back into the ring.
Simone: Zdunich grabs Wolfe again and drives her face into the barriers before hitting a chop to the chest. Zdunich then drags her away from the barriers and then plants her face against the apron and then rolls her back into the ring.
Zdunich glares at Krystal Wolfe who decides to get a little too close, but she backs off, as her sister gets to her knees and then feet and stumbles away, as Zdunich makes her way to her feet and moves after Wolfe, but Wolfe drops to her knees and then rolls out of the ring once again, as Krystal moves in and checks on Cassie. Zdunich shakes her head before sliding herself out of the ring, as the ref, Wolfe and Krystal debate about bringing the action back into the ring, while Krystal makes sure Cassie is ok.
Lunam: So far Krystal and Zenna haven’t interfered in this match, but there is still time. Wolfe moves away from Zdunich and rolls herself from the ring and Krystal checks on her sister, but they don’t see Zdunich as she slides from the ring.
With Wolfe distracted by their conversation, Zdunich moves around the ring before leaping up and slides under the bottom rope and then catches Wolfe across the back of her head. Krystal backs away as Zenna moves around the ring to watch Seleana’s back. Wolfe drops to a knee, as Zdunich moves to her feet and takes a moment before approaching Wolfe, where she grabs her and as she does, the ref begins to count.
Simone: Zdunich surprises Wolfe with a kick to the head. Wolfe is surprised and Zdunich gets to her feet as the ref begins a count.
ONE!
Zdunich drives Wolfe’s face into the commentator’s table, where Zdunich then gives Wolfe a few choice words about Wolfe’s choice before pulls her off the table.
Lunam: Incoming…
Simone: Zdunich bounces Wolfe off our table.
TWO!
Zdunich drags Wolfe and throws her back into the ring, which she follows close behind before moving to Wolfe and then goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Lunam: Zdunich takes Wolfe back into the ring and goes for a pin, but Wolfe kicks out at two.
Wolfe kicks out, as she moves to her knees, as Zdunich moves to her feet and drags Wolfe up to her feet, where she then sets up and hits a snap suplex before going for another pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Simone: Nice snap suplex and Zdunich goes for a pin but another kickout.
Wolfe kicks out again, as Wolfe gets to a knee while Zdunich makes her way to her feet and moves to Wolfe once again and Wolfe fires in a punch to Zdunich stomach, Zdunich expels some air as she steps forward and Wolfe fires in another punch to the stomach, as Wolfe makes her way to her feet as Zdunich moves back in and grabs her but Wolfe grabs her hair and then hits a jawbreaker and drops Zdunich down to the mat.
Lunam: Zdunich gets to a knee as Wolfe moves to her but Wolfe responds with a punch to the stomach, which knocks the air out of Zdunich’s lungs and Wolfe fires in another punch, as Zdunich grabs her but Wolfe responds with a jawbreaker.
Zdunich lays there for a moment, as Wolfe sits on the mat for a moment before climbing to her feet, where smirks and brags, as Zdunich slowly sits up and Wolfe fires in a kick to the side of Zdunich head, which rocks her and Wolfe begins to stomp on Zdunich’s prone body over and over before stopping and then she hits a mushroom stomp onto Zdunich torso.
Simone: Zdunich is rocked, as Wolfe moves to her feet and does a little bragging before firing in a kick and then proceeds to stomp Zdunich all over her body.
Zdunich balls herself up, but Wolfe quickly turns and drops down and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THR…kickout!
Lunam: Another pin, but Zdunich kicks out.
Zdunich kicks out, as Wolfe shakes her head and tries again…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Wolfe slaps the mat before turning and mounts Zdunich, where she proceeds to unleash some punches on her before climbing off her and she grabs Zdunich and drags her up into a seated position and Wolfe takes a step backwards before looking for a shining wizard but Zdunich dodges it and Wolfe a little unbalanced from the unsuccessful shining wizard gives Zdunich an opening and she grabs her and then drags her down and rolls her up for a pin…
Simone: Wolfe tries again, but again Zdunich kicks out, as she shows some frustration, as she then mounts Zdunich and fires in some punches before climbing off her. Wolfe then drags Zdunich into a seated position, as Wolfe looks for a shining wizard, which Zdunich dodges and then rolls Wolfe up into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Wolfe kicks out, as she rolls away and Zdunich rolls away, they both make their way to their feet and Wolfe charges at Zdunich and Zdunich is ready for her and she catches her with an arm drag, Wolfe stumbles back to her feet and charges again and Zdunich this time hits a hip toss. Wolfe stumbles back to her feet and turns to Zdunich and Zdunich leaps up and hits a standing dropkick and drops Wolfe once again, as this time she rolls to the corner. Zdunich climbs to her feet and she moves towards Wolfe, where she grabs and drags her up and pins her into the corner before grabbing her hand and then Irish whips her across the ring into another corner, Zdunich prepares to charge in but Krystal grabs her foot and stops her.
Lunam: Wolfe kicks out, as she then rolls away before both make their way to their feet and Wolfe charges in and Zdunich hits an arm drag and then a hip toss. Wolfe gets to her feet and is hit with a dropkick and Wolfe rolls away to the corner.
Simone: Krystal interferes as she grabs at Zdunich’s foot.
Zdunich shakes off Krystal as Zenna moves in and pushes Krystal away, as they exchange a few words and with Zdunich slightly distracted by this, Wolfe charges in but Zdunich is ready for her, and she gets an elbow up and catches Wolfe. Wolfe turns and stumbles away and Zdunich rushes forward and hits a running bulldog and plants Wolfe’s face to the mat.
Simone: A little bit of pushing and shoving from Krystal and Zenna, as Wolfe tries to catch Zdunich off guard, but Zdunich is ready for her and catches her with an elbow, which rocks her and Zdunich catches Wolfe with a running bulldog.
Zdunich doesn’t go for the pin and instead climbs to her feet and she turns and flips Wolfe onto her stomach and then begins to tie Wolfe up for the Shot of Z (Pin Up Strong), but Krystal suddenly leaps onto apron and proceeds to distract Zdunich and the ref. Zdunich watches Krystal and she lets go of Wolfe’s legs, as Zenna quickly moves around the ring, but Krystal sees her coming and she leaps off the apron and catches Zenna with a crossbody.
Lunam: Zdunich looks for a submission finish, but Krystal gets involved and distracts Zdunich and the ref and Zenna attempts to make the save but it is met with a crossbody.
With Zdunich distracted and the ref distracted, it gives Wolfe an opening she needs and as Zdunich turns, Wolfe delivers a low blow and as the ref turns, Wolfe drags Zdunich down and proceeds to grab a lot of ring gear and goes for a pin…
Simone: With the distraction, Wolfe low blows Zdunich and then proceeds to roll her up with a handful of gear and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kickout!
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Wolfe picks up the win and advances.
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Cassie Wolfe.
Simone: Wolfe shouldn’t be proud of that.
The kickout is too late and Wolfe quickly releases and rolls herself from the ring, as Zdunich sits up and holds herself from the low blow, as she looks to the ref and complains about the low blow and tights, but the ref doesn’t indicate that they saw it. As Wolfe moves to Krystal and helps her up, as her music hits over the p.a and they make their way up the ramp.
Cut to the backstage area where General Manager Evelyn Hall is in a heated discussion with the Cedar Point representative seen earlier. The man is visibly furious, gesturing sharply toward the direction of the backstage service lanes where the destruction took place earlier in the evening. Evelyn listens with a strained but professional expression, offering repeated apologies and trying to smooth matters over. After one final emphatic remark from the park representative, Evelyn inclines her head and offers another apology. The man turns and walks away briskly, clearly not interested in continuing the conversation any further.
Pussy Willow steps into frame, microphone in hand, catching Evelyn just before she can leave.
Pussy Willow: Evelyn, what on earth has happened here tonight?
Evelyn Hall: What has happened, Pussy Willow, is that both Kayla Richards and Crystal Zdunich have been kicked out of Cedar Point following the disgraceful fight we all witnessed earlier this evening, as well as the enormous amount of damage they inflicted upon the backstage area and their surroundings.
Pussy Willow: What does this mean in regards to tonight’s Main Event?
Evelyn Hall: It means that tonight’s advertised Main Event will, of course, no longer be taking place. Instead, the Number One Contender’s match between Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas shall now serve as the Main Event of Climax Control. As for Kayla Richards and Crystal Zdunich, both women have been fined and suspended for two weeks. Their championship match will now take place in two weeks’ time when SCW arrives in Staffordshire, United Kingdom at Alton Towers.
Pussy Willow: Thank you, Evelyn.
Evelyn gives a curt nod, still clearly displeased by the evening’s events, before turning and walking away. Pussy Willow watches her go for a moment as the gravity of the announcement settles in, and the scene fades out.
We switch backstage to just outside the trainers room where we see Holly Wood standing there waiting to hear anything.
Holly Wood: We’re backstage here at Cedar Point awaiting to hear word of the condition of the SCW Internet Champion Miles Kasey after his match and subsequent attack by Brandon F’n Hendrix and...for the lack of a better term...posse. Now what I can tell you is Miles did walk in here under his own power along with his brother, LJ and husband, Helluva Bottom Carter. Considering what went down, it’s been fairly quiet in there but...
The door opens and LJ steps through looking behind him real quick.
LJ: You owe Carter a tenner, mate.
We hear Carter let out a “TOLD YOU!” before LJ closes the door behind him and smirks at Holly Wood.
LJ: Holly..
Holly Wood: LJ, I was hoping to get a possible update on your brother’s wellbeing following what we witnessed tonight.
LJ: Well my brother is several things, including tough and while he may be sore now, he will be right as rain next week when we get to Germany.
Holly Wood: That’s wonderful to hear. I’m certain that you possibly have something to say to his opponent from tonight?
LJ: Oh I have quite a few things to say and if it was any other given time, I would let them unleash but now is not that time and I rather not waste the energy for someone who doesn’t have the balls to do shit himself. So let me simply say this, and I’m sure the word will get passed as I’m sure he’s ran like a fucking bitch.... That’s TWO. He got me, and now he got my brother with his gang of wankers... he will not get a third. I promise you that. Make sure he knows for me, will ya?
Holly Wood: I’ll make sure the word is passed. Thanks for your time, LJ. We’ll let you get back to your brother.
LJ: Appreciated.
LJ nods and enters back into the room and closes the door behind him.
Earlier today, some lucky fans had the time of their lives with SCW Superstar, Ciarán Doyle.
The screen cuts from the live arena feed to a bright, energetic daytime package filmed around Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. Upbeat music kicks in as the video shows Ciarán Doyle in sunglasses and an SCW T-shirt, moving through the park with a mixed group of laughing fans, ranging from little kids clutching oversized drinks to older fans proudly wearing SCW merchandise.
The first shots catch them climbing aboard GateKeeper, with Ciarán throwing both hands up toward the camera and shouting something inaudible over the roar of the coaster as the train launches. The montage jumps to Blue Streak, where he sits wedged between two fans who look equal parts thrilled and terrified, while Ciarán looks like he has waited his whole life for the drop. From there, the video cuts to Maverick, where the reactions are even more chaotic, and one shot lingers just long enough to show Ciarán stumbling off the ride with his hair wrecked and a grin plastered across his face.
There is a softer beat afterward as the group is shown sharing park food, with Ciarán carrying a tray loaded down with fries, funnel cake, and some questionably ambitious combination of snacks that clearly seemed like a good idea at the time. A few younger fans tug on his arm to drag him toward the midway games, while another clip shows him trying and failing to win a prize, only to dramatically protest to the game operator as the fans around him laugh.
The montage winds down with one final sweeping shot of the group heading toward the next ride together, all smiles and chatter, before the music fades.
Back live, the video ends and Ciarán Doyle is shown standing side-by-side with Ms. Rocky Mountains near the backstage interview set. Ciarán still looks a bit flushed from the earlier fun, but in good spirits, with that restless energy about him that always seems half a heartbeat away from boiling over into mischief.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán, I think it is safe to say those fans got more than they bargained for earlier today. Did you enjoy having a bit of fun out there before the show?
Ciarán Doyle: Ah, I did, aye. It was brilliant craic, so it was. Ye get a day like this, a place like Cedar Point, a bunch o' fans ready to scream their heads off on roller coasters, an' tell me, how am I meant to say no to that?
He breaks into a grin, then places a hand against his stomach and winces dramatically.
Ciarán Doyle: Now, with that said, me stomach might be singin' a very different tune after all the park food I stuffed into it. Whoever decided fried food, sweets, and upside-down rides should all be part o' the same afternoon is either a genius or a dangerous lunatic.
Ms. Rocky Mountains laughs, just as the screen briefly cuts away once more.
A short follow-up clip rolls, showing Ciarán gathered with the same fans near one of the midway walkways. He is smiling for selfies, crouching down so younger fans can get into frame, signing shirts, hats, and an SCW program for an older couple who look thrilled to meet him. In one moment, he slings an arm around a teenage fan’s shoulder for a photo, then points playfully at the camera before turning back to sign a piece of merchandise. The clip ends with him waving to the group as he heads back toward the backstage area.
The feed returns to the interview.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: It looked like a great time, but tonight the focus shifts back to business. You have Austin James Mercer ahead of you. What are your thoughts going into that match?
Ciarán’s expression sharpens. The easy amusement stays in his eyes, but now it is layered with confidence and that cutting edge that tends to show itself the moment an opponent’s name comes up.
Ciarán Doyle: Me thoughts? Simple enough. Austin James Mercer’s got a high opinion of Austin James Mercer, and I suppose someone has to, because I’ve yet to see the rest of the world bendin' over backwards to sing his praises. The man carries on like he’s some grand, unavoidable force o' nature, when really he’s just loud enough that people can’t help but hear him.
Ciarán Doyle: An' let’s be honest, if he was half as great as he seems to think he is, he would not have had to go to such ridiculous extremes just to get his name in people’s mouths. All he had to do was come back. That was it. Just walk through the door, lace up the boots, and let the name do the work. But no, that wouldn’t be enough for a man like Austin, would it? He needs the theatre. He needs the noise. He needs everyone lookin' his way because somewhere in that thick skull o' his, he knows that when the bell rings, all the bluster in the world cannot save him.
Ciarán Doyle: I don’t need all that. I don’t need to shout the loudest in the room or carry on like the sky itself parts when I enter it. I just need the match. Then I’ll do what I always do. I’ll hit harder, move faster, and leave him with a look on his face like he’s just realized the story he’s been tellin' himself was a load o' rubbish from the start.
Ciarán pauses, then glances sideways at Ms. Rocky Mountains with a mischievous spark in his eyes. Without breaking the moment entirely, he leans in and whispers something into her ear.
Her eyebrows go up immediately.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You think we have time for that?
Ciarán straightens with a broad, eager grin and nods enthusiastically.
Ciarán Doyle: Oh, absolutely.
The segment ends with one final quick shot from earlier in the day, as Ciarán Doyle and Ms. Rocky Mountains are shown strapped into Millennium Force. The camera catches Ms. Rocky Mountains gripping the safety bar with wide eyes while Ciarán, already laughing like a maniac, points ahead just before the coaster plunges down the first massive drop and the screen cuts back to ringside.
The camera focuses on the ring where senior referee Jasmine St. John steps inside of the ring.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights flicker out as a dull bread fills the arena. Slowly a line of fire starts from both ends of the stage and moves down the ramp as the start of Parkway drives “crushed” starts. As we get through the chanting, the music begins with the first verse.
"Brothers, my brothers is this all that we are
Sisters, my sisters we've been crushed by the fists of god"
The music comes in and the line of fire occasionally flares. Austin James Murcer steps out in his wrestling gear and a biker style leather vest. He out stretches his hands with his fingers straight out before stepping down to the ring. He moves around the outside, staring down the fans in the front row before jumping and sliding across the apron staying on one knee for a moment before standing up and getting in the room he stands in the centre inputs one fist in the air. As the music dies down.
Justin: Now standing in the ring weighing in at 265 pounds, standing 6’6 from Manhattan New York Austin James Mercer!
Simone: Listen to this reaction! They are raining boos down on Austin James Mercer, and for good reason! This is the first time we have seen him in an SCW six-sided ring in over two years, and he has made sure everybody remembers his name in the worst possible way after what he did to Helluva Bottom Carter at Blaze of Glory XV!
Lunam: Ah, an' that stain's not comin' off him any time soon, Belinda! Carter had the World Championship within reach, an' Mercer stuck his big nose right in the middle of it! Ye can feel the venom from this crowd! They do not see a returnin' competitor, they see a wreckin' ball with bad intentions!
Justin: And his opponent!
The arena lights drop into darkness with only a thin gold line glows across the stage. A hush ripples through the crowd. Then Antti Martikainen’s Lords of Iron erupts; deep drums, metallic Celtic strings, and a rising battle rhythm that shakes the air. On the very first swell of the melody, a spotlight snaps to life at the top of the ramp and Ciarán Doyle steps into it.
The crowd erupts instantly with cheers, signs waving, fans on their feet!
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland! Weighing 167 pounds! He is the 'Dawnhart' Ciarán Doyle!
The introduction echoes as Ciarán begins his walk, the battle-charged rhythm matching the sway of his steps. He slips off the stage and moves down the ramp with a fluid, dancer’s glide, every motion smooth, confident, magnetic. Fans reach out and he meets them with touches of high fives, warm nods, quick smiles that light up his whole face.
At ringside he pauses, hands the nearest fan another white feather, then slides under the bottom rope with effortless grace. He rises in one fluid motion and heads straight for the corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle. He spreads his arms as the camera catches his hair falling over his shoulder as he leans forward, inviting the crowd’s roar.
Ciarán hops down, runs a hand through his hair, and circles the ring with a focused calm settling in. The showman’s smile fades into a warrior’s readiness. He grips the top rope, testing its spring, body relaxed but poised, centered and prepared.
The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the center of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.
Simone: What a contrast in styles this is going to be! Ciarán Doyle has become one of the most exciting young stars to watch because he can strike, fly, counter, and dazzle all in one motion! He gives up nearly one hundred pounds here though, and that is not just a statistic, that is a survival problem!
Lunam: The lad's got the heart of ten men, but heart alone doesna stop a giant from cavin' ye in! Ciarán's got to be perfect! He has to use speed, angles, movement, an' never, ever let Mercer turn this into a standin' fight! If Austin gets his hands on him proper, he could fold the poor fella in half!
Jasmine St. John looks to both competitors, checks that they are ready, and signals for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The opening seconds are tense, with Mercer standing in the center like a wall of muscle and menace while Ciarán glides around him in a loose circle, shoulders rolling, feet light, eyes scanning for any opening. Austin barely budges at first, simply turning his head and tracking him like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. Ciarán darts in for a quick leg kick, then slips away before Mercer can grab him, drawing a loud cheer from the crowd. He tries again with a sharper spinning back kick to the midsection, and that one lands with a thud, but Mercer only exhales, smirks, and steps forward as if annoyed more than hurt. The expression on Ciarán’s face says it all. He knows immediately he is dealing with a different class of power tonight!
Simone: Ciarán is trying to chip away early, but Austin barely moved!
Lunam: That's the problem, so it is! Mercer took that like someone tappin' rain off a window!
Ciarán changes tactics and shoots in low, grabbing a side headlock before springing up the ropes and flipping through into a running headscissors takedown attempt, but Mercer plants his feet and refuses to go over! Instead, Austin yanks Doyle down by the waist and launches him with a vicious Biel throw that sends him skidding almost halfway across the ring! The crowd gasps as Ciarán tumbles to the mat, scrambles up on instinct, and gets annihilated by a running leaping shoulder block that turns him inside out! Mercer stalks over with zero urgency, drags him up by the arm, and hammers him with a brutal European uppercut that snaps his head back before muscling him over with a thunderous belly to belly throw!
Simone: Austin Mercer is just bullying him right now!
Lunam: He's manhandlin' him! Tossin' him about like luggage at an airport, for the love of God!
Mercer slows the pace and enjoys himself, pressing a heavy boot into Ciarán’s chest near the ropes while Jasmine St. John starts the warning.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Austin backs off just before five with an arrogant sneer, then peels Doyle up and whips him into the corner so hard the ring shakes on impact. Ciarán crumples into the turnbuckles and Mercer charges in with a massive splash that crushes the air out of him. He follows with a pendulum backbreaker, holding Doyle across the knee just long enough to make the pain register through every inch of the smaller man’s body before tossing him aside and dropping into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Ciarán escapes, but only barely, and Austin answers by clubbing him across the back of the neck, dragging him up once more and hoisting him into a stalling vertical suplex! Mercer holds him there for what feels like an eternity, showing off his freakish strength while the crowd counts along in outrage, and then finally drops him with authority in the center of the ring! The impact bounces Doyle off the canvas, and Mercer immediately tries another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Ciarán keeps kicking out, but Austin is taking pieces off him every time!
Lunam: Aye, an' that's the danger! Ye survive one slam, then another, then another, an' suddenly your body stops answerin' what your mind's askin' it to do!
Mercer reaches down again, but this time Ciarán fires back from underneath with sharp forearms to the jaw and a jumping enzuigiri that finally rocks the bigger man! The crowd comes alive as Doyle kips halfway up, shakes the cobwebs loose, and runs the ropes for a flying forearm smash! Mercer stumbles a step! Ciarán hits the ropes again for a second one, then spins into a jumping neckbreaker that brings Austin down to one knee! The building gets louder with each burst of offense, and Doyle sees his opening. He explodes into the ropes and nails a running Sling Blade that finally topples Mercer to the canvas! Ciarán does not waste a second, floating over into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Ciarán Doyle just knocked the giant down!
Lunam: Now that's more like it, lad! Keep movin', keep swarmin', don't let the brute settle!
Doyle rises with renewed fire and sprints toward the corner, springing up the ropes for Aengus Flight, but Mercer catches him in midair against his chest! In one terrifying motion Austin turns, marches toward the center, and spikes him with a snap powerslam off the catch! The audience groans as Mercer pounds his chest and snarls down at him. He hauls Ciarán up and launches him with a German suplex that folds him up violently before rolling to one knee and lining him up. Ciarán drags himself to the ropes, using every ounce of ring awareness he has, and that saves him from the Mercenary Kick by inches as Austin’s boot crashes over the top rope instead!
That miss buys Doyle the sliver he needs! He snaps the ropes, catches Mercer on the rebound with a springboard dropkick, and then follows with a roundhouse crescent kick to the side of the head! Austin reels into the corner, and Ciarán charges in with a jumping corner dropkick, then a running high knee to the jaw! The crowd is roaring now as he scrambles to the second rope and tries to transition into a poisonrana, wrapping his legs around the big man’s head and throwing his body backward for the spike! But Mercer is simply too strong! He blocks it, powers Doyle back upward with raw force, and throws him up and over, sending Ciarán crashing face-first into the corner!
Simone: Oh no! He tried the Poisonrana and Mercer just overpowered him!
Lunam: Holy hell! He flung him like he weighed nothin'! Ciarán went face-first into that turnbuckle, an' that could change the whole match right there!
Doyle staggers out of the corner in a daze, and Mercer blasts him with a Double A spinebuster that nearly drives him through the mat! Austin turns him over for another cover, hooking both legs with nasty emphasis!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The crowd erupts at the kickout, and even Mercer looks irritated now. He thought that was enough. He pulls Doyle up by the hair, jawing at him, but Ciarán suddenly comes alive with desperation, cracking Austin with a spinning backfist, then another kick to the midsection, then a snap hurricanrana that this time actually sends the giant tumbling forward! Mercer gets up furious, only to eat a springboard tornado DDT! Ciarán scrambles right into a high-stack moonsault from the second rope and lands flush across the chest!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: That was so close! Ciarán nearly stole it!
Lunam: The arena believed it! I believed it! The lad threw everythin' he had into that sequence!
Both men are slower now, damage and fatigue starting to show in very different ways. Ciarán is battered, limping, one hand briefly clutching at his lower back, but his eyes are still alive with determination. Mercer is breathing harder and looking more annoyed than ever, which only makes him more dangerous. Doyle ducks a lariat and nails a corner handstand kick into a twisting escape, then catches Austin stumbling out with the Featherfall Kick in the corner! The big man slumps, and Ciarán senses the biggest chance of the match! He climbs to the middle rope with the crowd coming to its feet, launches himself for a flying hurricanrana, and swings his body around Mercer’s head!
But Austin catches him!
The entire arena gasps in one breath as Mercer plants his feet, deadlifts Doyle upward, and with terrifying power pops him into the air before drilling him down with the Legacy Bomb in the dead center of the ring! Ciarán bounces from the impact and lies motionless as Mercer drops over him for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Mercer got him! Mercer got him after catching that hurricanrana and turning it into the Legacy Bomb!
Lunam: Ah, that's cruel strength right there! Ciarán went for glory, an' Mercer turned it into disaster in a heartbeat! What a fight from Doyle, but the giant just smashed through the end of it!
Justin: Here is your winner, Austin James Mercer!
Mercer rises slowly, chest heaving, then has his hand raised by Jasmine St. John to a deafening chorus of boos. He does not care in the slightest. He rips his arm away, glares out at the audience, and then looks back down at the fallen Ciarán Doyle with cold contempt. Doyle is still trying to move, still trying to push himself onto his elbows after giving everything he had in a hopelessly uneven fight, but Mercer steps right back in, grabs him by the head and the waistband, peels him off the mat like he is nothing, and marches him toward the ropes before dumping him through them and to the outside!
Simone: Oh come on! The match is over! The match is already over and Austin Mercer still had to add insult to injury!
Lunam: He's a vicious bastard, Belinda, that's what he is! Ciarán gave him a war, an' Mercer couldna stand even that small bit of resistance! So now he throws him out like rubbish!
Ciarán crashes hard on the floor at ringside as officials rush toward him, and the fans shower Mercer with furious hatred from every side of the arena. Austin stands in the ring, looking down with a grim, ugly satisfaction, almost inviting someone to come stop him. Almost daring someone to try.
Simone: Somewhere in the back, Helluva Bottom Carter has to be watching this, and I guarantee you every ugly thing Austin Mercer does is adding fuel to that fire!
Lunam: Carter's watchin', no doubt in me mind! First Mercer costs him the World Championship at Blaze of Glory XV, now he returns to the six-sided ring and leaves another message in blood an' bruises! Austin James Mercer is not back for redemption! He's back to break people, an' if Carter wants payback, then a storm is brewin' in SCW!
Backstage Pussy Willow below stands in front of a door labeled Victoria Lyons.
Pussy Willow: So we got word that Victoria Lyons paid for her own space here tonight, But I'm hoping to get a few words from her about the whole World Bombshell Championship picture.
Pussy Willow knocks on the door and waits, after a few seconds Darian Price comes out and shuts the door behind him.
Pussy Willow: Oh, hello Darian, we were hoping to get some words from Victoria…
Darian Price: The Queen is not accepting visitors or the press at this time.
Pussy Willow: Just a few words, it won't take long…
Darian Price: Did you not hear me? The queen does not want to talk at this time. She paid for her own space here tonight so nobody would bother her and to protect the rest of the Bombshells.
Pussy Willow: Protect them how?
Darian Price: I don't think it's a secret she's not happy she is being forced to earn her Bombshell World Championship opportunity against Mercedes Vargas. She doesn't want to take her frustrations out on the wrong person, But if anybody looks at her sideways she might not be able to help herself so she's keeping herself locked away for everybody's best interests. She wants to save all her energy for Mercedes later tonight.
Pussy Willow: So she's still pretty angry then?
Darian laughs.
Darian Price: Angry? Oh no she's not angry. It's much worse than that.
Pussy Willow: What do you mean?
Darian Price: She's not angry…., she's perfectly calm.
Darian smirks and winks at Pussy Willow before slinking back into the locker room leaving her with a rather perplexed expression on her face as the scene fades out.
The camera returns to Celebration Plaza, surrounded by SCW fans from all over! Suddenly Lady Gaga's Born This Way blasts over the park sound system and the fans come alive!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome the former SCW World Heavyweight Champion! Helluva Bottom Carter!!!
The ovation swells into a thunderous roar as Helluva Bottom Carter steps out onto the stage, soaking in every second of it! Carter paces back and forth with a huge grin on his face, slapping his chest and pointing out to the sea of fans packed into Cedar Point!
Simone: Listen to this reaction! Helluva Bottom Carter is back, and these fans in Sandusky are letting him know exactly how much they missed him!
Lunam: This is somethin' else altogether! The man went through absolute war in that Three Stages of Hell match against Alexander Raven at Blaze of Glory XV, an' now here he is for the first time since then! Ye can feel the electricity in the air!
Carter makes his way down the aisle, slapping hands with fans on both sides, circling around ringside to make sure everybody gets a moment with him! He climbs onto the apron, steps through the ropes, and immediately heads for the nearest corner, throwing both arms in the air as the crowd explodes again! He climbs a second corner, then a third, waving out to all sides of Celebration Plaza before finally dropping back down to the mat! Simone: This has all the feeling of a major moment tonight! Helluva Bottom Carter may not have the championship anymore, but judging by this reception, he has lost none of his connection with the SCW faithful! Lunam: Not a bit! Championship or no championship, Carter still carries himself like a superstar! An' after everythin' he survived at Blaze of Glory, ye can tell this crowd respects him all the more for it! Carter drops to the mat and Justin Decent steps forward, handing him a microphone. Born This Way slowly fades out as Carter stands in the center of the ring, turning in a slow circle and nodding at the cheering crowd. HBCarter: Cedar Point, Ohio! How the hell are we feeling tonight!!! The crowd erupts with cheers! HBCarter: Man, I gotta tell you, this feels good! This feels real good! It feels good to be standing in an SCW ring again! It feels good to be looking out at all of you! And I gotta admit, it feels a little strange too! Carter rests a hand over his midsection and shakes his head. HBCarter: Because for the first time in almost nine months, I am standing in this ring without the SCW World Heavyweight Championship around my waist! A mixed reaction follows, with the crowd cheering Carter and booing the reminder of the title loss. HBCarter: Now listen, I have never been the kind of man to duck reality, and I sure as hell am not about to start now! So congratulations, Alexander Raven! The crowd instantly boos! HBCarter: Go ahead, boo him! Lord knows I understand it! But facts are facts! At Blaze of Glory XV, Alexander Raven did exactly what he said he was going to do! He ended my title reign! More boos. HBCarter: But let's not stand here and tell the world fairy tales, either! Let's not lie and pretend Raven did it all by himself! Alexander, I sincerely hope you sent Austin James Mercer a muffin basket and a lovely little thank you card, because without him, that end result would have looked very, very different!!! Simone: Carter is not mincing words here tonight! Lunam: Not even a little! An' he's dead right to say it! Raven may be the champion now, but Austin James Mercer stuck his nose where it bloody well didn't belong! HBCarter: So now that I've said what I had to say to Raven, let's talk about Austin James Mercer! The crowd boos loudly at the mention of Mercer's name! HBCarter: Because I have been thinking about this. Really thinking about this. And the more I think about it, the sadder it gets. You spent over two years away from the ring, Austin! Two years! And the very first meaningful thing you choose to do after signing your name on the dotted line and coming back to SCW is cost me the championship! Carter gives a slow, mocking nod. HBCarter: That says a lot about me, sure! But it says a whole hell of a lot more about you! The crowd cheers. HBCarter: Because what kind of miserable, bitter, emotionally constipated little man do you have to be that after all that time away, after all that distance, after all that supposed reflection, your first instinct is not to build yourself back up! Not to chase your own glory! Not to prove your own greatness! No, no, no! Your first instinct is to reach across the aisle and screw over Helluva Bottom Carter! Carter points toward the entrance. HBCarter: That is not confidence! That is not power! That is obsession! That is envy! That is you looking at me and realizing that while you were gone, I became everything you wish you still were! The crowd roars! HBCarter: Oh, and while I was recovering from the absolute hell that Raven and I put each other through, I got to listen to Austin running his mouth! I heard him! I heard him talking all that trash while my body was still trying to remember what it felt like not to be dragged through damn near three different nightmares! And one of the things that stuck with me most was Austin calling my marriage to Miles some stupid love story! Carter smirks and the fans begin buzzing in anticipation. HBCarter: A stupid love story? Austin, coming from you, that is rich! Because your marriage to Alicia Lukas feels less like romance and more like an episode of Married With Children! The crowd laughs and cheers! HBCarter: Only here's the twist! Alicia's Al Bundy, because you are as worthless as Peggy Bundy!!! Lunam: Shots fired!!! Shots fired, an' they landed square in the feckin' forehead!!! Simone: That one might be replayed all week long! HBCarter: Then Austin wants to say that he ended my world title reign because my reign was an abomination! That I never deserved the championship! Really? Really, Austin? Because I did more in my one reign in eight months than you managed to do in both of yours in less time! The crowd pops hard! HBCarter: I fought! I defended! I represented this company like a champion is supposed to! So if you really believe I was undeserving, then what exactly does that say about every single man I beat to keep this championship? Carter pauses and raises an eyebrow. HBCarter: What does it say about all of them? What does it say about the challengers who couldn't take it from me? What does it say about the men who came at me with everything they had and still walked away empty-handed? Hell, what does it say about your Wolfslair bestie, Alex Jones?! Huge reaction from the crowd! HBCarter: Because last I checked, if I never deserved the title, and if my reign was such an embarrassment, then every guy who failed to beat me ought to be ten times more embarrassed than I ever was! Simone: Carter is picking Mercer apart line by line here! Lunam: He's turnin' Austin's own words inside out, and there isn't a damned thing false about any of it! HBCarter: But let's get to what I think this is really about. Let's stop pretending. Let's strip it all down to the truth! I think Austin James Mercer cost me that championship because, let's face facts, he doesn't exactly have the best track record against graduates of the GO Gym! Carter starts pacing, energized and smiling. HBCarter: So let me ask you something, Austin! How many times did Fenris kick your ass, huh? How many times did you line up across from one of ours and find out the hard way that talking tough and being tough are two very different things?! The crowd chants for Carter as he nods along. HBCarter: Now, before you get all excited and start puffing your chest out, yes, I know! You beat me once! Once! I will give you that! You beat me once! But let's make sure we all understand something real clearly here! The Carter you beat then is not the Carter standing in this ring tonight! He jabs a finger against his chest. HBCarter: I am meaner now! Sharper now! Harder to kill now! I have been through wars since then! I have carried this company on my back! I have stood in the fire and kept swinging! So if you seriously think the next time you step to me is gonna go as easy as the last one did, then brother, you are dumber than you already look! The crowd erupts again! HBCarter: And that is saying something, because every time you open your mouth, you sound like a man trying to convince the world he's dangerous when really he's just insecure in expensive boots! Massive cheers! HBCarter: So here's my final thought for Austin James Mercer! You can keep talking! You can keep hiding behind your bitterness! You can keep attaching yourself to my name because deep down you know it means more than yours ever will! But sooner or later, you're gonna have to stand across from me and find out whether sabotaging me was the smartest thing you ever did or the dumbest mistake of your miserable little career! Carter drops the microphone to the mat as Born This Way suddenly begins playing again over the sound system! Simone: Helluva Bottom Carter just lit a fire under Austin James Mercer in a huge way! Lunam: Lit a fire? He poured petrol all over the place an' tossed in a match! Carter came out here with receipts, with venom, and with a message! If Austin James Mercer was lookin' for a fight, I think he just found one! Carter exits the ring to a hero's ovation, slapping hands with fans once more as he heads back up the aisle. He points out to the crowd, nodding with a fierce grin as the fans continue to cheer him all the way back toward the stage! Simone: Former champion or not, Helluva Bottom Carter has made it crystal clear that he is far from finished in SCW! Lunam: Not finished? He's just gettin' started again! And after everythin' he said here tonight, I don't think Austin James Mercer can afford to ignore him any longer!
GRUDGE MATCH
HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER vs AUSTIN JAMES MERCER
A camera comes up on Alexandra who’s sitting in the backstage area on a gear box. Next to her is her fiancé, LJ Kasey. The two share a quiet moment, foreheads pressed together, a soft smile exchanged, before Alexandra turns her attention fully to the camera, her expression shifting from warmth to purpose.
Alexandra Calaway: Once again, I’ve proven that when it comes to the big picture moments, I’m right where I need to be. I tried to jump the gun, go straight to the top right off the bat, without proving I have what it takes to run with the big dogs here in Sin City Wrestling… and that was my mistake.
She pauses, letting that sit, but there’s no regret in her eyes, only clarity.
Alexandra Calaway: But every loss? Every setback? That wasn’t failure. That was education. That was me learning exactly what it takes to survive here… and now? Now I’m not just surviving. I’m setting the pace.
She smirks slightly, glancing at LJ before looking back into the lens.
Alexandra Calaway: Now I sit here as your Bombshell Internet Champion, coming off a string of hard-fought battles, and I’m not waiting around for opportunity anymore… I am the opportunity.
Alexandra leans forward slightly, elbows on her knees, intensity picking up.
Alexandra Calaway: So here’s how this goes. If you’ve been sitting in that locker room, watching me, studying me, thinking you’ve figured me out, this is your moment. Step up. Take your shot. Because I’m not hard to find… and I’m not hard to challenge.
A brief pause then a sharper tone.
Alexandra Calaway: But understand something before you do… this title? It’s not a stepping stone for you. It’s a proving ground. And if you come for it, you better be ready to walk through everything I’ve already survived—because I’m not the same woman who made those early mistakes.
She stands now, adjusting the title on her shoulder.
Alexandra Calaway: I’ve evolved. I’ve adapted. And I’ve become exactly what this division needs—someone who doesn’t just hold the championship… but defines it.
She taps the faceplate of the title.
Alexandra Calaway: So go ahead. Make your move.
A confident smirk crosses her face.
Alexandra Calaway: Just make sure… it’s your best one.
The camera lingers for a moment as LJ nods beside her, then fades out.
The camera focuses on the ring where referee Dawn Barnes steps inside of the ring.
Justin: The following contest is Main Event of the evening! It is the Number One Contenders match, scheduled for one fall!
The fans erupt at once, a rolling wall of cheers, whistles, and anticipation shaking the arena as Dawn Barnes makes a slow turn inside the ropes and checks each side of the ring! She looks toward the stage, ready to officiate one of the most important Bombshell matches of the tour so far, because the stakes could not be higher tonight! Somewhere in Osaka, Japan, the World Bombshell Championship hangs in the balance, and both women about to walk that aisle know it!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent(s) to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas may not have the title around her waist, but after what she survived at Blaze of Glory XV, she may be the most dangerous woman in SCW tonight! That Japanese Death Match against Crystal Zdunich took years off both their careers!
Lunam: Ah, Belinda, ye can still see it on her! The marks on the back, the tape on the ribs, the way she favors that shoulder ever so slightly! She walked through hell, got scarred by the flames, and still came back lookin' for more! That is a hard woman right there!
Mercedes leans back against the buckles with a smug smirk on her face, but the camera catches the evidence all the same. Faint bruising. Tape. Scars that have not fully faded. There is no softness in her expression, only cold focus! She does not look like a woman seeking sympathy. She looks like a woman who went through agony, survived it, and decided that if she had to suffer that much, somebody else was going to pay for it tonight!
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena lights dim as Hey You by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, she has her pet Darian on a leash.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Darian! From Charlotte, North Carolina! The QUEEN Victoria LYONS!
They make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
Simone: Victoria Lyons has already proven she belongs in the spotlight! Yes, Alexandra Calaway took the Bombshell Internet Championship from her at Blaze of Glory XV, but Victoria is not shrinking after that loss! She is aiming higher!
Lunam: Too right she is! Some wrestlers lose a title and spiral! Victoria lost one prize and decided she wanted the grandest one in the division instead! That is ambition mixed with arrogance, and in her case, maybe the two are the same bleedin' thing!
Simone: This is the Number One Contenders match! One of these women earns the right to challenge Dreamkiller Kayla Richards for the World Bombshell Championship at Into the Void XV in Osaka, Japan!
Lunam: And talk about a clash of styles! Ye've got the veteran fox in Mercedes Vargas, slippery as a snake and twice as nasty, against Victoria Lyons, who brings power, technical skill, and a willingness to bend every rule she can reach!
Victoria shrugs off her robe and stares across the ring at Mercedes, who answers with a mocking little clap from her corner. Neither woman receives much love from the crowd, and the reaction in the building creates a fascinating tension. There are boos for both, catcalls for both, and scattered cheers from the loyalists who respect success whether they like the person or not! This is heel versus heel, ego versus ego, and neither competitor looks remotely interested in sportsmanship as Dawn Barnes calls them forward for final instructions!
Mercedes barely glances at Dawn and keeps her eyes fixed on Victoria! Victoria nods once, dismissively, then cracks her neck and backs away. Dawn Barnes checks both women, looks from one side to the other, then raises her hand and signals for the bell!
DING DING DING!
They step toward each other slowly at first, circling, measuring distance, testing reactions. Mercedes extends a hand as if inviting a knuckle lock, and Victoria scoffs at it. They move in anyway, collar-and-elbow tie-up in the center of the ring, and Victoria immediately muscles Mercedes backward with the size advantage! She drives her toward the ropes, keeps leaning, keeps pushing, and Dawn calls for the break. Victoria releases with a clean step back for half a second, then sneaks in a sharp forearm smash to the jaw before Mercedes can reset!
Simone: There it is! No surprise at all! This one was never going to stay clean!
Mercedes stumbles, then fires right back with a slap across the face that snaps Victoria’s head sideways! The crowd lets out a loud oooooh, and Victoria turns back slowly, eyes blazing! Mercedes smirks and shimmies her shoulders, then gets flattened by a clothesline that nearly takes her head off! Victoria drags her up immediately, snaps on a side headlock, grinds the hold tight, then wrenches Mercedes down to the mat and keeps the pressure on! Mercedes kicks her legs in irritation, fishes for leverage, then slips one leg up and scissors Victoria’s body from the side, forcing separation before transitioning to a grounded headscissors!
Lunam: That is vintage Vargas there! She can turn defence into control in a heartbeat, so she can!
Victoria rolls, bridges, twists her hips free, then answers with a basement dropkick right to Mercedes’ shoulder blades as the veteran sits up! Mercedes lurches forward, and Victoria grabs a handful of hair on the way up, dragging her into a hair-pull mat slam! Dawn Barnes immediately steps in to warn her!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria raises both hands and smiles innocently, then stomps Mercedes in the ribs while Dawn is still talking to her! Mercedes slithers toward the ropes, but Victoria follows, hooks an arm, and drills her with a stalling suplex in the center of the ring! She floats over into the first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes rolls a shoulder free and immediately catches Victoria with a short-arm knife-edge chop as both women rise! Then another! Then another! She shushes the audience with one finger to her lips, grabs Victoria by the wrist, and yanks her into the corner!
Simone: Here we go! Mercedes calls this Pre-emptive Strike!
Mercedes leans back, silences the crowd again, and unloads a vicious knife-edge chop that echoes through the arena! Victoria doubles over from the impact, but Mercedes is not done. She machine-guns chops across the chest and face, fast and merciless, before driving her boot up across Victoria’s throat in the corner! Dawn Barnes rushes in, counting as Mercedes presses harder and even counts along with her in Spanish, taunting all the way!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes finally steps off and barks at Dawn, I have until five! The crowd boos, Mercedes shrugs, and then she turns right into a lifting knee strike from Victoria that stops her cold! Lyons hauls her onto the ropes and sends her outside with a hard clothesline over the top, then walks to the ropes and basks in the noise while Mercedes tries to regroup on the floor!
Darian sees his opening and starts shouting at Mercedes from ringside, waving his arms and laughing at her predicament. Mercedes glares at him, marches straight over, and Darian’s confidence evaporates instantly! He backpedals around the ring, Mercedes chasing him with murder in her eyes until he panics and leaps over the barricade into the crowd! The audience explodes with laughter and jeers as Darian puts distance between himself and the enraged veteran!
Lunam: Ah, look at him go! The brave little court jester just discovered self-preservation!
Simone: He wanted no part of Mercedes Vargas up close! Absolutely none!
That momentary chase costs Mercedes dearly because Victoria comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that wipes her out beside the barricade! Both women crash hard to the floor, and the crowd roars as Dawn leans through the ropes and starts her count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria gets to her feet first and drives Mercedes spine-first into the barricade! She follows with a forearm smash, then another, then a running knee strike that folds Mercedes awkwardly against the steel! Victoria grabs Mercedes by the hair and jaw, snarling at her before rolling her back into the ring to break the count. Once inside, Victoria stays on the attack, planting Mercedes with a belly-to-belly suplex and following with a sharp soccer kick to the back! Mercedes cries out and arches in pain, and Victoria drops into another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Lyons sits Mercedes up and drills her with an axe kick to the back, then shifts into a rear chinlock, grinding one forearm across the face for extra cruelty. Mercedes claws at the hand, inches toward the ropes, then suddenly flips her weight and drags Victoria over into a rolling pinning combination!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both women scramble up, and Mercedes catches Victoria coming forward with a somersault arm drag that sends the Queen skidding toward the corner! Victoria charges back out, but Mercedes performs a slick matrix-style evasion, bending backward as Victoria swings wildly past her, then snapping upright into a spinning roundhouse kick to the side of the head! Lyons drops to one knee, and Mercedes hits the ropes for a low-angle dropkick to the face! She hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Now it is Mercedes who slows things down with malice. She pulls Victoria up by the hair, jerks her into a snapmare, then drills her with a running knee smash between the shoulders! Victoria sprawls forward, and Mercedes circles her with mocking little stomps, each one more insulting than the last, before she traps Victoria in body scissors and cranks back on a dragon sleeper! Victoria’s face twists as the pressure builds and Mercedes leans in deeper, trying to squeeze the breath and fight out of her all at once!
Simone: This is where Mercedes is so dangerous! She can turn a wrestling match into a torture session without losing control of the pace!
Victoria plants her boots, rolls sideways, and hammers a few hard shots into Mercedes’ taped ribs until the hold loosens! The second it does, Victoria shoves free and blasts Mercedes with a step-up enziguri that cracks flush against the side of the head! Mercedes slumps to all fours, glassy-eyed, and Victoria bounces off the ropes for a running knee strike that nearly drives her through the canvas! The cover follows immediately!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes survives, but she is hurting now, and Victoria senses it! She drags Mercedes to the corner, slams her face off the top turnbuckle, then climbs to the second rope and backflips into a crushing corner elbow that sandwiches Mercedes against the buckles! Mercedes staggers out and Victoria tries for Dead Revolution, but Mercedes slips behind, yanks the hair, and spikes Victoria with a float-over DDT! The crowd bursts again as both women lie still for a beat, exhaustion and damage catching up to them!
Dawn starts her standing count as the match reaches a new level of desperation!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
They rise nearly together and trade forearms in the middle of the ring! Victoria hammers one into the jaw! Mercedes answers with a chop! Victoria with a clothesline attempt! Mercedes ducks and connects with 2 to Tango, wrenching the arm and smashing Victoria in the face with the hook kick! Lyons reels backward into the ropes, and Mercedes rushes in with a discus clothesline that sends them both tumbling through the ropes to the floor on the far side!
Simone: They’ve taken this fight outside for the second time and neither woman is thinking about the consequences anymore!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes is first to recover this time. She whips Victoria toward the steps, but Victoria reverses and Mercedes has to leap onto the steel to save herself! In one fluid motion, Mercedes springboards from the steps to the apron and nails Victoria with a flying hurricanrana on the floor! The crowd erupts! Mercedes winces from the impact to her own body, but the veteran instinct is still sharp. She drags Victoria up and drops her throat-first across the barricade, then rolls into the ring and back out, making sure the count cannot save Lyons from further punishment!
Lunam: That is the clever cruelty of Mercedes Vargas! She hurts ye, then she buys herself the time to hurt ye again!
Mercedes tries to send Victoria back inside, but Victoria blocks and snaps Mercedes face-first off the ring post! The veteran drops to a knee, and Victoria slams her onto the apron before shoving her beneath the bottom rope! Lyons climbs in after her, yanks Mercedes up, and finally hits Dead Revolution, the spinning fall forward lifting side slam with all her weight behind it! Mercedes bounces off the mat and Victoria covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Victoria cannot believe it! She pounds the canvas, argues with Dawn, then turns and drives repeated forearms into Mercedes’ face on the mat until Dawn pulls her back with a warning! Mercedes crawls toward the corner, dazed, and Victoria decides to end it. She climbs up, drags Mercedes with her, and positions her on the top turnbuckle. The audience rises as Victoria hooks the arm and reaches for the leg, setting for something catastrophic from the high rent district!
Simone: This is bad! This is very, very bad for Mercedes Vargas!
Lunam: Fisherman’s grip on the top rope side! She’s bringin' her all the way down, Belinda!
Victoria launches backward with a Fisherman’s Superplex from the top turnbuckle! The ring shakes violently on impact, but in that split second of instinct and survival, the veteran Mercedes Vargas wraps her legs around Victoria’s at the moment they crash down! Both women hit hard, tangled together, and both shoulders are flat against the canvas!
Simone: Both women’s shoulders are down!
Lunam: Dawn Barnes sees it! She sees both of them down!
Dawn dives into position and starts the count as the crowd counts with her in total disbelief!
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THREE!
The bell rings as both women disentangle and immediately sit up, pointing at themselves, both convinced they have won!
Victoria pounds her chest and shouts that she did it! Mercedes jabs a finger at Dawn and screams that she had Lyons pinned! The crowd buzzes with confusion and frustration as Dawn Barnes waves both women back and calls for Justin Decent. She speaks rapidly to him while Mercedes and Victoria keep yelling over each other, neither listening, both furious!
Simone: Oh, this is chaos! Absolute chaos! Who won this match?!
Lunam: I don't think either woman knows, and I’m not sure Dawn Barnes wants to be the one standin' between them when she explains it!
Justin takes a breath, microphone in hand, while the noise in the building swells into a sea of boos and shouting.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Dawn Barnes has decreed that the shoulders of both Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas were down for the pinfall therefore this match is declared a draw!
The crowd boos loudly!
Mercedes throws both arms up in outrage and storms toward Dawn! Victoria does the exact same from the other side! Dawn stands her ground and repeats the ruling, but neither woman wants to hear it! Both start arguing vehemently with the referee, their voices rising, their tempers boiling over, each insisting she should be the Number One Contender and the other should be sent to the back empty-handed!
Simone: A draw in the Main Event! A draw in a Number One Contenders match! This is a disaster!
Lunam: Disaster for management maybe, but Dreamkiller Kayla Richards is probably havin' the time of her life watchin' this unfold!
The camera cuts backstage, where World Bombshell Champion Dreamkiller Kayla Richards is indeed watching on a monitor, and she laughs derisively at what she sees! She folds her arms, amused and utterly unbothered by the chaos, clearly enjoying the fact that her would-be challengers have just fought themselves into an unresolved mess!
Back at ringside, Mercedes shoves Victoria in the shoulder! Victoria fires back with a shove of her own! Dawn tries to get between them, but that only makes things worse, and suddenly security comes rushing down the aisle and swarms the ring before punches can start flying again! Several guards grab Mercedes around the waist and shoulders while others hold Victoria back as she kicks and strains to break free!
Simone: Security is all over this now! This situation is breaking down fast!
Lunam: They have to separate them! Neither of these women is willing to leave this be, and honestly, why would they! Osaka is on the line!
Mercedes thrashes against the grip of security, shouting that Victoria stole her moment! Victoria screams back that Mercedes couldn’t beat her straight up and got lucky! Dawn Barnes keeps repeating her ruling to anyone who will listen, maintaining that both shoulders were down and that the official decision stands! The fans continue booing, some because they hate both women, others because they wanted a clear winner, and many because they know this controversy is far from over!
Simone: What does this mean for the World Bombshell Championship at Into the Void XV?! Does SCW make a rematch?! Does Kayla Richards face one challenger or two?! Tonight has answered nothing and complicated everything!
Lunam: One thing we do know, Belinda, is that neither Mercedes Vargas nor Victoria Lyons can claim they truly finished the job! And until this is sorted, the whole championship picture is sittin' in a storm cloud!
Security keeps hauling the two rivals apart, one cluster dragging Victoria toward one side of the ring while another group forces Mercedes toward the opposite ropes. Both women are still barking threats, still fighting the grip, still trying to get one more shot in through the wall of officials and guards separating them.
Simone: What a wild Main Event we have witnessed tonight! Thank you all for attending and watching live!
Lunam: We’ll see everyone in one week at Europa Park in Rust, Germany, the next stop in the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour! Good night, everyone!
The final shot is pure disorder and hostility. Security pulls Mercedes and Victoria in opposite directions as both women continue to scream and strain toward each other, Dawn Barnes standing in the center and holding firm to her ruling while the screen fades to credits!
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!