An aerial shot sweeps over Europa-Park, catching the amusement resort in all its Easter weekend splendor. Bright attractions stretch across the landscape in colorful clusters, with elegant themed buildings, winding pathways, glittering water, and the unmistakable energy of one of Europe’s grandest parks. Banners flutter in the mild spring air. Rides turn in the distance. Everywhere the camera looks, there are German patrons filling the grounds with life, laughter, and excitement, many of them proudly sporting Sin City Wrestling shirts, replica championships, and homemade signs for their favorite Superstars and Bombshells.
The broadcast rolls through a series of panning shots across the park. One camera catches a packed thoroughfare near a carousel where children sit on their parents’ shoulders waving at the lens. Another sweeps past a bustling food stand, fans holding oversized pretzels and beers while chanting SCW at anyone who answers them. A third shot finds a cluster of supporters near one of the larger attractions, banging against the rails and holding up signs that read LJ FEARS NO VOID
The crowd only gets louder when the camera passes, with hands shooting into the air and voices rising into one roaring wall of anticipation.
Then the shot transitions to the Europa-Park Arena, where the atmosphere shifts from charming park spectacle to full-scale wrestling event grandeur. The six-sided SCW ring stands proudly in the center of the arena floor beneath a blazing canopy of lights, its ropes gleaming under the production rig. Fans pack the seats on every side and crowd the barricades so tightly it looks as though the noise alone could shake the building. Signs bob above the masses. Camera flashes pop like little bursts of lightning. In the middle of it all, ring announcer Justin Decent stands tall in the center of the ring, dressed in a fitted deep violet dress shirt with the top two buttons open, black tailored slacks, polished boots, and a slim silver vest that shimmers just enough under the lights to be eye-catching without losing its sleek European cool.
Justin raises the microphone, smiling as the crowd volume swells around him.
I BOW TO QUEEN VICTORIA LYONS
QUOTE THE RAVEN
and LOGAN HUNTER IS STILL A RAT.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, willkommen, guten Abend, and hello to everyone watching all around the world! We are coming to you live from the incredible Europa-Park in beautiful Rust, Germany for the next thrilling stop on Sin City Wrestling’s 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
The arena erupts in cheers.
Justin pauses, feeding off the reaction as chants bounce through the venue.
Justin: And from all of us here in SCW, to all of you here tonight and everybody joining us across the globe, we want to wish you a very, very Happy Easter!
That brings another loud response, with fans waving and shouting happily toward the hard camera.
Justin: Tonight, Climax Control rolls forward with momentum, excitement, chaos, and all the action you have come to expect as we continue the long and winding Road to Into the Void XV!
The audience roars even louder at that, the name of the upcoming event drawing a particularly passionate response from the hardcore SCW faithful.
Justin: And now, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce the woman who brings glamour, sparkle, scandal, and more than a little trouble wherever she goes. Please welcome SCW’s own Hostess With the Mostess... Amanda Hugginkiss!
A burst of outrageously campy music hits the arena speakers, all brass, bounce, and theatrical flair, and the crowd answers with delighted cheers. The camera swings toward the stage just as Amanda Hugginkiss emerges in all her glorious excess. She wears a dazzling neon ensemble in hot pink and electric turquoise, the bodice sparkling under the lights with jeweled trim, while great sprays of feathered accents rise from her shoulders and hips in a way that makes her look somewhere between a Vegas showgirl and a very expensive tropical bird. A matching headpiece crowns the entire spectacle, swaying dramatically as she poses with one hand on her hip and the other extended grandly to the audience. She remains on the stage, soaking in the noise and admiration like a woman born to stand in the center of attention.
At ringside, the camera briefly catches the commentary desk.
Lunam: Jaysus, would ye look at her. She looks like an Easter egg exploded in a costume shop.
As though she truly does possess some supernatural radar for mockery, Amanda’s head snaps toward ringside.
Amanda: I heard that!
The fans burst into laughter, and even Justin has to fight back a grin in the ring.
Amanda gives a dramatic toss of her head before lifting a microphone of her own.
Amanda: Guten Abend, my darlings! Welcome to Climax Control, welcome to Europa-Park, and welcome to the most fabulous Easter celebration any of you are likely to have without requiring a confession afterward!
The crowd laughs and cheers again.
Amanda: I do hope each and every one of you are fully prepared to celebrate this lovely holiday with the Superstars and Bombshells of Sin City Wrestling, and of course, with me, which is clearly the greatest blessing of all.
A few whistles ring out from the crowd, and Amanda places a hand dramatically against her chest as if humbled by such devotion.
Amanda: We have a delicious evening ahead of us. Truly, how could anyone go wrong with lovely ladies in tight bodices and handsome men wrestling each other in even tighter underwear? It is sport, it is culture, it is art, and for some of you filthy people in the audience, it is probably also a spiritual experience.
That earns a louder laugh, mixed with a few cheers from the crowd who very clearly feel seen.
Amanda struts a little farther across the stage and leans toward the fans nearest the ramp. Her gaze settles on one man in the front row, a broad-shouldered German fan wearing bunny ears, a faded wrestling shirt two sizes too small, and an expression of absolute adoration.
Amanda: Oh, sweetheart, look at you. You came dressed for Easter and still somehow ended up looking like a bratwurst in distress.
The fans around him howl with laughter while the poor man covers his face and laughs right along with them.
Amanda: Do not worry, darling. Confidence is the most flattering thing a man can wear. Well, confidence and perhaps a larger shirt.
Amanda straightens, flashing a wicked grin toward the hard camera.
Amanda: Now then, enough teasing. Enough anticipation. Enough holding yourselves together by a thread. It is time to begin things properly.
She lifts her chin, her feathers trembling with every bit of theatrical intent.
Amanda: And naturally, that means... we begin with a song.
Amanda turns toward the stage entrance just as the opening notes of the music begin to play through the arena.
Amanda: I walked in late but the entrance ate,
Face beat down and the silhouette great,
Hair piled high like a trophy wife dream,
Lip gloss sharp and the jewels obscene.
Now I was mindin’ my business, babe,
Collectin’ my tips, gettin’ paid to slay,
When I heard my name in a poisoned little squeal,
Wrapped in fake love and a discount heel.
She said, “Oh girl, I live for your nerve,”
With a tight little smile like I owed her a nerve,
Then she looked me up and she looked me down,
Like she bought that bar and she owned this town.
Well I laughed real light, kept it cute, kept grace,
But I felt that twitch in my painted face,
‘Cause I know that tone and I know that look,
And sister, you just stepped out of the book.
I was gonna let it go
Be the bigger queen, move slow
But she tossed that hair and rolled those eyes
Now the gloves are off with the lashes, thighs
Hold my hoops, I’m about to get rude,
She brought cheap talk with a nasty attitude,
Hold my hoops, don’t let them drop,
I’ve been nice all night, now the nice gon’ stop.
Hold my hoops, fix my train,
She said my name so I’ll say hers plain,
If she wants a show, then let’s raise the roof,
Back up, bitch, and hold my hoops.
She said my gown looked “brave” tonight,
Said it real sweet but the shade sat right,
Then she touched my arm with them tacky little claws,
Like a busted queen ever gave me pause.
You can keep your man and your rented curls,
Your fake brand bag and your borrowed pearls,
Your three-card read and your two-note clap,
Your half-done tuck and your padded back.
You been coastin’ hard on a tired old name,
Same stale act in a newer frame,
Every joke you tell got somebody else’s scent,
And your whole damn drag look past due rent.
Now don’t act shocked that I came alive,
I can bury a girl and still look five-star fine,
You were fishin’ for blood with a butter knife grin,
Now you found out what mood I’m in.
I was gonna sip my drink
Smile real hard and never blink
But she crossed that line in open view
Now the house lights up on act two
Hold my hoops, I’m about to get rude,
She brought cheap talk with a nasty attitude,
Hold my hoops, don’t let them drop,
I’ve been nice all night, now the nice gon’ stop.
Hold my hoops, fix my train,
She said my name so I’ll say hers plain,
If she wants a show, then let’s raise the roof,
Back up, bitch, and hold my hoops.
Don’t clutch your beads, don’t fake surprise,
You lit this fuse with your little lies,
Now the DJ’s cuttin’ low so the girls can hear,
And the whole front row leanin’ in real near.
Your contour cracked, your story bent,
Your ego high but your tip jar spent,
You came for me in a busted coup,
Now I’m the headline and the lesson too.
I’m not the one, I’m not the girl
To test in public with a fresh-set curl,
I throw shade clean, I read with poise,
I’ll end your reign to a beat so noise.
No, no, let her talk.
Let her talk.
I want the microphone to pick up every desperate syllable.
You done?
Good.
Now hold my hoops.
Hold my drink.
Hold her wig if she get too close.
Matter fact, hold the room,
‘Cause mother’s about to clear it.
Hold my hoops, I’m tearin’ through,
She wanted drama, now she got the truth,
Hold my hoops, watch me work,
Turnin’ all her cheap shots into merchandise, jerk.
Hold my hoops, stand aside,
I can end a feud with a wink and a stride,
She came for a scuffle, I came bulletproof,
So somebody here better hold my hoops.
I fixed my hair, I checked my gloss,
Stepped over shade like a seasoned boss,
She wanted smoke, I gave her proof,
Now sweep that stage and hand me my hoops.
The final notes of the opening performance ring out through Europa-Park Arena as the crowd in Rust comes alive in a wave of cheers, whistles, and thunderous applause. Amanda Hugginkiss stands at center stage for a few extra seconds, basking in every bit of it like a woman drawing power straight from adoration itself. She places one hand to her chest, then flings the other outward in a grand, theatrical salute to the German fans, blowing kisses toward both sides of the arena as the audience only gets louder. Naturally, she gives them one last dramatic pose, feathers flared and chin lifted high, before turning with an exaggerated flourish and disappearing backstage behind the curtains.
The camera then shifts down to ringside, where Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam are seated at the English commentary desk with the roaring crowd behind them. Belinda looks polished as ever in business casual, wearing a fitted cream blazer over a soft pastel lavender blouse that gives just the right touch of Easter color, paired with tailored slacks and understated jewelry. Beside her, Erik Lunam looks like he has stepped out of a stylish alt-pop backstage shoot, all sharp layers, attitude, and controlled chaos in the spirit of Yungblud, complete with dark tailored trousers, a cropped jacket over a partially open shirt, a few chains, smudged eyeliner, and, for the sake of seasonal nonsense, a ridiculous Easter Bunny ears headband perched proudly on his head.
Simone: Welcome, everyone, to Rust, Germany and Europa-Park Arena for another exciting stop on Sin City Wrestling’s 2026 ABruisement Park Tour. I’m Belinda Simone, joined as always by my broadcast partner, Erik Lunam, and what an atmosphere we have tonight.
Lunam: We are absolutely buzzing here, Belinda. Rust is electric, the fans are loud, the park’s packed, and somehow I’m sittin’ here wearin’ bunny ears like I’ve made a series of catastrophic life choices. But sure, it’s Easter, the crowd’s in grand form, and SCW has landed in Germany in style.
Simone: This audience has been incredible from the moment we went on the air, and this is exactly the kind of energy you want for a Climax Control on the road.
Lunam: Too right. Germany’s shown up ready for a fight night, and I’d say they’re after gettin’ every bit of one before this evenin’s done.
Simone: And of course, we are not the only team calling the action tonight. We also want to introduce our colleagues at the German broadcast table.
The camera pans across to a second announce desk positioned a short distance away, where two sharply dressed commentators smile into the lens. One is a clean-cut man in a navy suit and burgundy tie, the other is a blonde woman in a sleek green jacket over a black top, both wearing headsets and seated in front of monitors branded with the SCW logo.
Simone: Joining us tonight on the German call are Matthias Keller and Sabine Vogel.
Matthias: Guten Abend aus Rust und herzlich willkommen zu Climax Control hier im Europa-Park. Wir freuen uns sehr, heute Abend für Sie dabei zu sein.
Sabine: Die Atmosphäre ist fantastisch, die Fans sind laut, und wir sind bereit für einen großartigen Abend mit Sin City Wrestling. Viel Spaß bei der Show.
The camera returns to Simone and Lunam at ringside.
Simone: It is always special when SCW gets to bring the action to an international audience like this, and Germany has been a tremendous host all weekend long.
Lunam: It really has. And listen, I’m not just sayin’ it because there are officials within fineing distance. Germany is one of the most beautiful countries in the world. The scenery’s gorgeous, the people have been class, and the fans have turned out in force from the minute the doors opened.
Simone: The hospitality has been outstanding. Everyone from the local staff to the event officials to the Europa-Park personnel has helped make this an unforgettable setting for Climax Control.
Lunam: Aye, they’ve looked after everybody proper. The talent, the crew, the fans, the officials, every last one of us. That matters on a tour like this. When ye move from stop to stop, ye remember the places that make people feel welcome, and Rust’s done exactly that.
Simone: And the fans here have embraced the occasion. You can feel how much this means to them.
Lunam: They’ve been brilliant. Loud, lively, dressed for the holiday, and fully ready to lose their minds every time somebody so much as throws a punch. That’s the kind of crowd ye want if you’re settin’ the stage for a major night in SCW.
Simone: And on a tour as unique as the ABruisement Park Tour, there really is no better combination than world-class competition and unforgettable locations.
Lunam: Especially when the location comes with roller coasters, Easter madness, and Amanda Hugginkiss wanderin’ about like a neon fever dream. Germany’s set a very high bar tonight, Belinda.
Simone: What a way to begin the night here in Rust, as the Queen For A Day Qualifiers continue with a first-round clash that could get volatile in a hurry. Coming up next, 2025 Blast From the Past winner and two-time World Champion Frankie Holliday steps into the ring against the dangerous and downright sinister Bea Barnhart. These are two women with all the talent in the world and absolutely no hesitation when it comes to bending the rules, breaking the rules, or pretending the rules never existed in the first place. Only one of them can move on, and the stakes could not be higher, because the winner advances to the Queen For A Day match at Into the Void XV in Osaka, Japan.
Lunam: Up next, we’ve got ourselves a very interestin’ non-title affair in the Bombshell division as the Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway takes on the self-styled Princess of Privilege, Brittany Williams. Now, there’s no gold on the line in this one, but do not let that fool ye for even a second, because a win over the champion would be a massive statement from Brittany, and Alexandra will be wantin’ to remind everybody exactly why she’s the woman carryin’ that title in the first place. It’s pride, momentum, reputation, and a whole lot of ego wrapped up in one match, and with those two personalities involved, I’d say we’re in for somethin’ fierce.
Simone: The King For A Day Qualifiers continue next, and this one should have the crowd in Rust making plenty of noise as the Irish Laddie, Ciaran Doyle, steps back into action against one of the smuggest men in all of SCW, third-generation Superstar Brayden Williams. Doyle has built a reputation on toughness, heart, and the ability to drag a fight out of anyone put in front of him, while Brayden carries himself with all the confidence of a man who believes greatness is his birthright. Only one of them can keep the dream alive tonight, because the winner moves on to the final King For A Day match at Into the Void XV, and that makes this a massive opportunity with everything on the line.
Lunam: Up next, the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Alexander Raven, steps into non-title action against the returnin’ LJ Kasey, and that is the sort of match that gets people’s attention in a hurry. Raven’s the man at the top of the mountain in SCW, cold, ruthless, and every bit as dangerous as a world champion ought to be, but LJ comin’ back into the mix against that calibre of opponent is one hell of a way to remind people he’s still very much worth watchin’. There’s no championship at stake tonight, but there is plenty to gain, because if LJ can knock off the champion, even in a non-title bout, it sends a message through the entire company. And if Raven does what champions do best, he tightens his grip on the top before Into the Void XV.
Simone: Up next, we have a huge non-title rematch that is sure to turn heads, as fellow GO Gym graduates collide once again when Roulette Champion Logan Hunter faces former World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter. These two met before on Climax Control number 450, and now they find themselves standing across the ring from one another once again under very different circumstances. For Logan Hunter, this is a chance to prove he can defeat one of SCW’s biggest names and carry that momentum forward as Roulette Champion. For Carter, this is an emotional and highly anticipated return, his first match back since enduring the brutal Three Stages of Hell at Blaze of Glory XV. There is no championship on the line, but with the history between these two, their shared GO Gym roots, and everything Carter has to prove in his return, this one has all the makings of a major fight.
Lunam: And now we come to the main event of the evenin’, and this one could change the entire shape of Into the Void XV. Two men, both absolutely convinced they’re the one who deserves a shot at World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Raven in Osaka, are about to settle it the hard way as Hall of Famer and former multi-time champion Alex Jones goes one on one with the reignin’ Internet Champion, Miles Kasey. And this is where it gets properly massive, because it’s not just a Number One Contender’s match. The Internet Championship is on the line as well, which means the man who walks outta here with the gold tonight goes on to face Raven in Japan in a title versus title, winner takes all showdown. That’s pressure, that’s pride, that’s championship destiny all wrapped into one match, and there’ll be no hidin’ from the moment when that bell rings.
Simone: All this and so much more on SCW Climax Control!
The opening shot takes us backstage to the office of the SCW General Manager. Evelyn Hall is seated behind her desk, composed and dignified, her hands folded neatly before her. Resting conspicuously atop the desk is the SCW World Bombshell Championship, its presence alone signaling the gravity of what is about to be said.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening. Before I begin, I would like to take a moment to wish each and every member of the SCW Universe who celebrates a truly joyous Easter holiday. I hope this evening finds you surrounded by warmth, peace, and the people who matter most.
She pauses briefly, her expression softening before becoming more solemn as she continues.
Evelyn Hall: As General Manager, I always try to address you with hope, optimism, and, whenever possible, good news. Unfortunately, tonight is one of those times where that is simply not the case. I am here to make a difficult announcement concerning "Dreamkiller" Kayla Richards.
Evelyn glances down toward the championship belt on the desk for just a moment, then looks directly back into the camera.
Evelyn Hall: Due to a training injury, Kayla Richards will be out of action for the near future. As a result, she has made the difficult decision to relinquish the SCW World Bombshell Championship. On behalf of myself and everyone here in SCW, I want to extend our sincere well wishes to Kayla for a full and speedy recovery, and we look forward to the day she is able to return to action inside the six-sided ring.
She lets the words settle, the camera holding steady as the importance of the announcement hangs in the air.
Evelyn Hall: That now brings me to the future of this championship. At Into the Void XV in Osaka, Japan, the SCW World Bombshell Championship will be decided in a Triple Threat match. Following the draw that took place last week, I had intended for both Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas to challenge for the championship, and I want to make it clear that decision has not been revoked.
She leans forward slightly, speaking with deliberate clarity.
Evelyn Hall: However, former champion Crystal Zdunich had already been scheduled for a championship rematch next week. Because of the circumstances we now face, Crystal Zdunich will step into the third position at the Supercard. Therefore, on May 3, at Into the Void XV, it will be Crystal Zdunich versus Mercedes Vargas versus Victoria Lyons in a Triple Threat match to determine the brand new SCW World Bombshell Champion.
Evelyn places one hand gently atop the title belt as she offers a final measured nod to the camera.
Evelyn Hall: Thank you all, sincerely, for your time and understanding.
With that, the camera lingers for one final shot of Evelyn Hall seated behind her desk beside the vacant World Bombshell Championship before the scene fades out.
The scene shifts to a camera shot of Bea Barnhart in the backstage hallway on her way to the staging area to be ready for her QUEEN FOR A DAY qualifier match. We see that her husband, Bill, and their English Bulldog Iris, are walking the backstage hallway with her. As they move down the various hallways to get to the staging area there are locations where they pass open walkways where barricades have been set up to allow fans to stand outside the barricades while being able to see wrestlers going toward the staging area. Bea makes sure to wave to the fans and acknowledge their cheering for her to let them know she values them immensely.
Bea: It is so nice to notice that the fans are in full support of both of us here in Sin City Wrestling. With to much hatred coming from the other wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling it is nice to take note of the fans who support us in our work in the sport of wrestling.
Bill: With a public persona in this type of work you have to take the support with the disrespect as not everyone is going to like you no matter what you do or say.
Bea and Bill and Iris round a corner and at the end of this hallway they see the steps leading up to the staging area where they will be making their entrance for the match Bea has with Frankie.
Bill: Just as you did for me in my match against Liam Davis me and Iris will be at ringside to ensure there are no illegal things going on with Frankie. The Referees can only see so many things at once and other than us standing on the outside of the ring during the matches our partner has there is nobody available to keep the Referees focused on the match so that they call the match properly.
Bea: Here we are at the stairs leading up to the area where me, and you and Iris, make our entrance for my match. I really want to win this match and earn a spot in the QUEEN FOR A DAY match. It would be great to have you qualified for the KING FOR A DAY match and then I qualify for the QUEEN FOR A DAY match. That does not happen as often as some may think.
The backstage attendant informs Bea she will be making her entrance shortly so she needs to be ready.
Bea: Here we go Bill.
Bill: Enjoy your victory Bea.
There is a short pause then the ring announcer begins the introductions of the two wrestlers.
Simone: Welcome to Climax Control and our opening contest! Last week we saw Cassie Wolfe and Bill Barnhart qualify for this year’s Queen and King for a Day Matches respectively and tonight we’ve got two more lined up, starting with Bill’s wife Bea as she faces former World Bombshell Champion Frankie Holifsy!
Lunam: Frankie hasn’t been shy in her criticism of last week’s World Bombshell Title Contenders Match between Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas but a spot in the Queen for a Day Ladder Match has the potential to put her back in title contention! Bea meanwhile wants to reign as Queen alongside King Bill and that’s a scary thought on it’s own!
Lunam: This should be a good match! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS YOUR OPENING CONTEST, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS A QUEEN FOR A DAY QUALIFYING MATCH!
The opening piano strokes of “Skeletons” by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn’t acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Justin: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, she is a former World Bombshell Chamoion and the 2025 Blast from the Past Winner FRANKIE HOLIDAY!
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Simone: Justin’s intro really says it all doesn’t it?
Lunam: And it’s scary to think that Frankie achieved that in her debut year!
Justin: And her opponent!
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music.
Justin: From Lawrenceville, Georgia, this is BEA BARNHART!
Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.
Simone: As mentioned, Bill won his qualifier last week, defeating Liam Davies in last week’s opener, now Bea seeks to do the same in this week’s opener!
Lunam: All due respect to Liam but Frankie is a completely different beast!
Drew goes over the rules with both women before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And tonight’s opener is underway!
Lunam: One that has major implications for Into the Void as well!
Once the bell rings the two Bombshells size each other up and Bea offers the younger woman a Test of Strength, Frankie takes the bait only for Bea to swap things with a mocking grin, that only gets her a stiff forearm from Frankie that sends Bea straight to the mat!
Bea quickly retreats from the ring asking for a time out and the German fans are split between laughing/booing at Bea while Frankie is told to back off.
Simone: Rule #1: don’t taunt someone as short tempered as Frankie!
Lunam: That implies that there are other rules for Bea to follow when wrestling her! And besides that I’m impressed Bea kept her arm up for the test of strength as she fell over!
Frankie goes to follow Bea out the ring but Drew tells her to back off, Frankie argues about this and seeing an opportunity Bea jogs across the ringside area until she’s behind both of them and then runs in with a Roll-Up!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: And Frankie kicks out! But imagine if that allowed Bea the win!
Both women scramble to their feet and Bea points to her own forehead to indicate how smart she is, Frankie isn’t amused.
Lunam: I don’t think Bea would’ve made it to the Queen for a Day Match based on Frankie’s reaction.
Bea tries to follow that up with a series of forearm shivers to the face of Frankie which seem to rock Frankie for a moment before Bea hits the ropes looking for a clothesline at which point Frankie runs right through her with a lariat! Frankie goes for the pin.
ONE!
Simone: I think I saw Bea’s head land on one of the rides.
TWO!
Lunam: Or somewhere in Rust itself, I’m not sure.
And Bea still manages to kick out! Frankie shoots Drew an annoyed look before before she grabs Bea’s arm for an arm lock.
Simone: Well regardless Frankie is changing tactics with that arm lock.
Lunam: Probably won’t get a submission but it will wear Bea down!
Frankie keeps the hold locked in tight as Bea fights her way back to her feet but once Bea is back on her feet she uses her free hand to rake Frankie’s eyes, breaking the hold and earning Bea a reprimand from Drew is the process!
Bea, off course, ignores Drew and sets Frankie up for a Suplex only for Frankie to slip out the back and go for a German Suplex! Bea lands on her feet however and counters with an Atomic Drop and then a roundhouse kick to the head.
Simone: I don’t think “Bea keeping up with Frankie” was on anyone’s bingo cards heading into tonight’s show.
Lunam: It’s that old Barnhart tenacity Belinda.
Bea goes for a quick pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out! This time it’s Bea’s turn to get annoyed at the referee as she gets in Drew’s face but Drew isn’t having it for a second! however before Bea can continue her objection? Frankie comes up behind her and this time succeeds with the German Suplex. Bridging for the pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea kicks out! But Frankie rolls over for another German Suplex attempt and Bea fires some elbows at her face to try to break the hold! This only leaves Bea open to a duck under into a Northern Lights Suplex and another bridging pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: And that’s another kickout from Bea!
Lunam: She might actually pull this off against Frankie!
Bea and Frankie get back to their feet at about the same time and Frankie is clearly agitated that Bea isn’t going down as easily as she’d hoped! Bea goes for a Spear but Frankie leap frogs over it only for Bea to score with another roll up from behind!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out! However Bea clear thinks she can end the match now and is calling for her finisher!
Simone: Bea’s going for her Bulldog!
Lunam: Can she hit it?
Bea hits the ropes for her Bulldog but instead eats a lariat from Frankie! Frankie then drags up Bea and drops her with the Vertebreaker!
Simone: BLACK RIVER FALLS!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Bea, she’s done!
Frankie goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Frankie Holiday!
Simone: Frankie Holiday joins Cassie Wolfe in this year’s Queen for a Day Match!
Lunam: Hopefully we can get more bombshells the fans like in the thing before Into the Void!
Frankie celebrates her win while Drew checks on Bea.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Evelyn Hall going over some paperwork.
Cassie: Evelyn!!!!!!
Evelyn sighs as she turns around and sees Cassie, Krystal and Riley storming towards her.
Evelyn Hall: There’s no need to yell Ms. Wolfe.
Cassie: I’m being financially screwed over. I have plenty of reasons to scream!
Evelyn Hall: And your coming to me and not Josh because………………..
Cassie: I want him fired. DUH!
Evelyn gives the Aussie a pointed look.
Evelyn Hall: Fired for pointing out something you overl;ooked?
Cassie: Exactly!
Riley: Let me handle this!
Riley puts herself between Cassie and Evelyn without as second thought or waiting for permission really.
Riley: Ms. Hall this transaction has been in the works for months and……………
Evelyn Hall: I was talking to my employee!
Riley’s jaw drops.
Riley: DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
Evelyn Hall: No.
Riley: I’m Riley Francs, Cassie’s executive consultant and a Go Gym Graduate and………….
Evelyn Hall: Where are you from?
Riley blinks.
Riley: Err, Detroit, why?
Evelyn Hall: Do that again and I’ll ensure that you won’t even get a job at any McDonalds in Detroit!
Riley stammers before Krystal quicky interves.
Krystal: Look Evelyn, I’m just trying to do what’s best for my half sister…………..
Evelyn Hall: Wasn’t Cassie your cousin?
Krystal: Long story! Point is, if there anything you can do about this?
Evelyn Hall: Yes.
Cassie’s face lights up.
Evelyn Hall: I can tell you to talk to Josh!
Cassie growls.
Cassie: FINE! LET’S GO!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
QUEEN FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH
CASSIE WOLFE vs FRANKIE HOLLIDAY vs TO BE DETERMINED
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… and is a non-title match up. Introducing first…
The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.
Justin: From DALLAS, TX… she is the current Bombshell Internet Champion… ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair as she waits for her opponent.
Justin: and her opponent… She is wrestling’s royalty. Third Generation superstar “Princess” Brittany Williams!!!
We R Who We R by Ke$ha begins to blast across all the speakers. Princess Brittany Williams emerges from behind the curtain wearing a Tiara on her head and a scepter in her hand. She smiles as the crowd welcomes her with boos. Paparazzi snap photos of the little heiress as she walks to the ring doing a royalty wave. Brittany slides into the ring as she slowly takes her Tiara off and raises her sceptre high into the air. She throws them to the side before waiting for the ref and bell.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Williams and Calaway circle the ring before stopping and moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they jockey for position before Williams breaks and grabs Calaway into a headlock before taking her down to the mat, but Calaway straight away gets her legs up and around Williams neck, but Williams quickly kicks her legs out and she quickly scrambles to her feet and Calaway gets back to her feet as well, as Williams moves back towards Calaway, which Calaway grabs Williams into a headlock and takes her down the mat.
Simone: Williams and Calaway lock up, where they jockey for position before Williams breaks and locks in a headlock and takes her down to the mat, but Calaway quickly gets her legs up and around Williams’ neck, which Williams quickly kicks her legs out and get to her feet and quickly move back in.
Lunam: Calaway now grabs Williams into a headlock of her own and then also takes her down to the mat.
Once on the mat, William replicates Calaway’s escape and she brings a leg up and wraps it around Calaway’s neck and Calaway quickly slips free from the move as Williams shuffles away, while Calaway makes her way to feet. Calaway moves towards Williams but Williams trips Calaway and she lands on her back and Williams pounces onto Calaway for a pin…
Lunam: Williams takes the same escape method of Calaway, as Williams moves away before Calaway makes her way to feet and approached Williams but Williams trips Calaway and goes for a pin…
But before the ref can count the pin, Calaway pushes Williams off her before Williams and Calaway make their way back to their feet and meet in the middle, where they try to grab each other and find a way to get the upper hand as Calaway wraps her arms around Williams torso with Williams gripping Calaway’s legs and trying to block any moves before slipping free and Williams slips behind Calaway, where she wraps her arm around her torso. Williams then pushes Calaway forward and into the ropes and as they bounce off them, Williams uses the momentum to pull Calaway backwards and rolls her up for a pin as she sat on her legs…
Simone: Calaway pushes Williams off her even before a pin attempt is registered and they make their way to the feet and move back in where they grab each other and grapple a little before Williams slips free and grabs Calaway around the torso and drives her forward into the ropes and using the momentum, she drags Calaway down and into a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Calaway kicks out, which sends Williams stumbling forward and she uses that momentum to hit the ropes and as she comes back she leaps and hits a crossbody into Calaway, who sits up and she tries for a pin, but the momentum and speed doesn’t go in her favour and Calaway counters and pins Williams.
Lunam: Calaway kicks out, which Williams stumbles forward and bounces off the ropes, where she then hits a crossbody onto Calaway and looks for a pin, but Calaway counters and pins Williams.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Williams kicks out, as both make their way to their feet, as William approaches Calaway, but Calaway grabs her and a leg and pulls and sends Williams down to the mat, she then grabs her legs and goes for a bridging pin…
Simone: Williams now kicks out, as they both make their way back to their feet, where Calaway grabs Williams and pushes her down to the mat and attempts another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Williams powers out and pushes herself up and off the mat, where she hooks Calaway’s arms and spins around before dropping down with a backslide into a pin…
Lunam: Williams kicks out again, as she show some amazing body strength as she pushes herself and Calaway up, before hooking Calaway’s arms and turns it into a backslide and into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Calaway kicks out this time, and they both then make their way to their feet and stare at each other for a moment, as Williams smirks and indicates that she was close. They circle the ring once more before Williams rushes in and she and Calaway lock up in the centre of the ring once more, as they jockey for position before Williams breaks and grabs Calaway into a headlock, but Calaway fires in some elbows to Williams’ stomach, which forces Williams to release and Calaway turns and goes to head towards the ropes, but Williams grabs Calaway by the hair and throws her backwards and down against the mat, Williams doesn’t release Calaway’s hair and drags her up and delivers a hair toss and sends Calaway across the ring.
Simone: Calaway kicks out, before both make their way to their feet and things reset, as they circle before Williams rushes in and she and Calaway lock up, where they jockey before Williams breaks and drags Calaway into a headlock.
Lunam: Calaway fires in some elbows into Williams torso, Williams releases as Calaway turns, but Williams grabs a handful of hair and throws Calaway backwards onto the mat.
Simone: Williams isn’t done, as she drags Calaway up and then toss her across the ring.
The ref admonishes Williams for the hair pull, which Williams ignores them and she moves back to Calaway, where she stomps on her a few times before grabbing Calaway by the hair once more and hits another hair toss and Calaway rolls away from Williams but Williams follows to where Calaway had stopped and she leaps onto the ropes and hits a springboard legdrop across the throat of Calaway’s throat. Williams climbs back to her feet and grabs Calaway by the hair once more before grabbing her hand and then Irish whipping her into the corner.
Lunam: Williams ignored the ref warning and she stomps on Calaway before grabbing her and drags her up and hits another hair toss.
Simone: Williams follows up with a springboard legdrop, but she isn’t done as she lifts Calaway up once more and whips her into the corner.
Williams follows up with a handspring back elbow before taking a few steps forward and then hits a roundhouse kick to Calaway’s temple. Calaway slumps down in the corner and Williams turns and grabs Calaway’s foot and drags her away partly away from the ropes and then goes for a pin as places her feet onto the ropes. The ref drops to go for the count but quickly spots Williams’ feet…
Simone: Calaway is in trouble here as Williams hits a back elbow and then a roundhouse kick.
Lunam: Williams goes for a pin… but the ref isn’t stupid.
Brittany: COUNT!
The ref shakes their head and points at Williams’ feet and Williams removes her feet and goes for a clean pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Th…kickout!
Simone: She now goes for the clean pin, but Calaway kicks out.
Calaway kicks out, as Williams screams at the ref before going for another pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Williams slaps the mat in frustration, as she climbs to her feet and turns and leaps onto the ropes for a springboard moonsault (Woo Hoo Stay Down Noob! Lionsault), but Calaway gets her knees up and Williams comes down across her knees, and she rolls away holding her torso, as Calaway rolls away herself and into her hands and knees and crawls to the ropes.
Lunam: Another pin on Calaway, but Calaway kicks out and Williams is frustrated from it, as she makes her way to her feet and goes for a springboard moonsault, but Calaway gets her knees up and Williams crashes against them.
The ref moves in and checks on both before backing away, as Calaway grabs the ropes and sits herself up, as Williams rolls herself from the ring, as she looks to recover outside. Calaway pulls herself up to her feet by using the ropes, as she turns to look for Williams and spots her on the outside. Calaway takes a moment before sliding herself from the ring, where she moves around to where Williams is, just Williams gets to her hands and knee and Calaway fires in a kick to Williams’ torso and drops her. Calaway smirks as she grabs Williams by the hair and delivers a slap to her face before driving her face into the ring apron.
Simone: Williams rolls herself from the ring, as Calaway makes her way back to her feet and quickly spots where Williams is and climbs from the ring, where she moves to Williams.
Lunam: Calaway delivers a vicious kick to Williams’ torso before continuing to punish her.
Williams looks stunned as Calaway keeps hold of her and then tosses her against the barriers. The ref demands the action to be brought back into the ring as Calaway looks up at the ref before turning back to Williams, who was crawling away and Calaway grabs her and pulls her up once more…
ONE!
TWO!
Lunam: The ref begins a count, which Calaway has to be careful of.
Calaway hits a running bulldog and plants Williams’ face onto the mat. Calaway makes her way to feet as she stretches a little before moving back to Williams, where she grabs her and lifts her up and rolls her back into the ring.
Simone: Williams is in trouble here.
Calaway follows close behind, but she doesn’t go for the pin but instead she grabs Williams up and pulls her up to her knees, where she fires a kick to Williams’ chest before taking a few steps back and hits a V-trigger. Williams drops sideways, as Calaway moves back in, she grabs Williams once more and drags her up and grips her around the throat and hits a chokeslam. But Calaway doesn’t release and drags Williams up once more and this time, she sets up and hits the Kudome Valentine {Reverse Gory Special Piledriver}.
Lunam: oof the vicious V-Trigger and a choke slam before putting an end to things with a piledriver.
She then goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Calaway picks up the win.
DING DING DING!
Justin: winner of this match via pinfall…. Alexandra Calaway.
Calaway’s music hits over the p.a, as she climbs off Williams and back to her feet, where the ref raises her arm in victory.
The scene opens backstage inside the Europa-Park Arena in Rust, Germany, where Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing near a production crate with a clipboard in hand, going over a few last-minute notes with a production assistant. The assistant points to a run sheet, speaking quietly while Ms. Rocky nods along, focused and professional as the sounds of the arena hum in the distance!
Into the frame steps Ciarán Doyle, dressed for competition and carrying himself with a more measured air than usual. He slows as he reaches them, offering a small, almost sheepish smile.
Ciarán Doyle: Ms. Rocky, if ye've got a wee minute, I'd be appreciatin' a word.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well now, this is a turn around. Usually I'm the one chasing you down for a moment of your time.
The production assistant glances between them, sensing the cue immediately.
Production Assistant: I'll leave you two to it.
The assistant slips away, leaving Ciarán and Ms. Rocky standing together in the corridor. For a moment, Ciarán rubs at the back of his neck, then exhales through his nose before speaking with a sincerity that is impossible to miss.
Ciarán Doyle: Right, so. I owe ye a big apology. I acted a right arse to ye back in Texas. Things have been a right bitch lately. That's no an excuse, mind ye, but it is the explanation. Still, ye didnae deserve me takin' any of it out on ye.
Ms. Rocky's expression softens, the surprise on her face genuine as Ciarán reaches just out of frame and brings up a small bouquet of crocuses, bound neatly together. He holds them out to her.
Ciarán Doyle: As a gesture o' goodwill.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán, that's not necessary.
Ciarán Doyle: Oh, it absolutely is. Next time ye come a-callin', I will no be actin' like a right tit.
That gets a fuller smile from her, and after a beat she accepts the bouquet from his hand, looking at the flowers with a mixture of amusement and appreciation.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well. That's very sweet of you.
She glances back up at him, the journalist in her clearly sparking to life now that she has both the man and the moment. She shifts the bouquet to one arm and raises her microphone with the other, taking full advantage of the opportunity standing right in front of her!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Since I've got you here and in a much more agreeable mood, let me ask you this. How are you feeling about competing against Brayden Williams in tonight's King For A Day Qualifier?
Ciarán's face eases into a confident smile. He shrugs his shoulders once, loose and easy, like the question barely troubles him at all.
Ciarán Doyle: Ah, sure, it's like I said before, isn't it? We did this dance once already, and the steps have no changed. Brayden Williams is standin' across from me tonight, and fair play to him for makin' it this far, but the result's goin' to be the same as ever. I'm goin' to Osaka for the King For A Day match, and I'm goin' to be the next in a long line of Irish Kings!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Thank you, Ciarán.
Ciarán Doyle: Always a pleasure, Ms. Rocky.
With that, Ciarán flashes her one last grin and steps away down the corridor, heading off toward the next stage of his night. The camera lingers behind on Ms. Rocky Mountains as she watches him go, still smiling to herself. Then she looks down at the bouquet in her hands, lifts the crocuses gently to her face, and inhales their scent as the shot fades away.
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH - VACANT WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH vs MERCEDES VARGAS vs VICTORIA LYONS
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our second qualifier of the evening! Earlier we saw Bea Barnhart fall to Frankie Holiday in tonight’s opener but up next we have two men fighting for the right to join Bea’s husband Bill in the King for a Day Match as Ciaran Doyle takes on Brayden Williams!
Lunam: This is actually a return match from when Ciaran and Brayden made their respective debut and return and Ciaran won their first encounter! Will this be different?
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is a King for a Day Qualifier!
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: Cieran has been extremely impressive but he’s yet to have that big win!
Lunam: The King for a Day Match could change that!
Justin: And his opponent.
“Forever by Drake” begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his girlfriend Carleigh Annis emerge from behind the curtains. Brayden smiles as the crowd welcomes the duo with an ovation of loud boos. He flips them off as he quickly sprints towards the ring. He doesn’t hesitate to slide right inside the ring where he kips up to his feet. He holds his arm proudly in the air before he does a backflip. The crowd just continues booing and that is when Carleigh begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her husband inside of the ring and claps for him. He bounces around a bit before he lays down across the ropes showcasing that he is bored.
Justin: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing 190ibs, “The Future” BRAYDEN WILLIAMS!
Simone: Brayden hasn’t really lived up to the “Future” nickname but like Ciaran the King for a Day Match could change that!
Lunam: It’s a clash of two men who’s trajectory could benefit from the King for a Day Match!
Jacob goes over the rules with both men before calling for the bell.
Simone: And the second King for a Day Qualifier is on!
Lunam: Who will join Bill?
The bell rings!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Brayden shoves Ciaran away before posing for the fans while yelling something that can’t be heard on camera, Ciaran, to his credit, let’s Brayden finish his grandstanding before meeting him with a high standing dropkick to the chin that rocks Brayden! Brayden scrambles to his feet before Ciaran knocks him back down with another dropkick prompting Brayden to retreat to the outside.
Simone: I think Brayden just remembered why Ciaran gave him so much trouble the first time they faced off.
Lunam: And if not? He’s about to get a hard reminder.
Carliegh goes up to Brayden and tells him to get back in the ring and fight Ciaran but Brayden shoves her out of the way as Ciaran dives through the ropes ad hits Brayden with a Suicide Dive! Ciaran then picks up Brayden and rolls him back into the ring before following him in for the first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Brayden kicks out! While Jacob checks on Brayden Ciaran goes for a running move of some kind but we never find out what it is as Carliegh trips him up.
Simone: Welp, we all saw that coming!
Lunam: Brayden was in trouble and Carliegh tripped up Ciaran to shift the momentum, it was inevitable.
Ciaran turns his attention to Carliegh who, off course, acts innocent when confronted by Ciaran but before he can do anything else? Brayden runs up behind him and catches Ciaran with a Victory Roll.
ONE!
TWO!
And Ciaran kicks out! Both men get to their feet but Brayden ducks behind Ciaran after the latter goes for a wild right hand before rolling him through for another roll up.
ONE!
BRAYDEN GRABS THE TIGHTS!
TWO!
AND CIARAN STILL KICKS OUT!
Simone: Brayden tried underhanded tactics against Ciaran twice and it didn’t work both times!
Lunam: He’s lucky that Jacob didn’t catch him in the act!
Both men get back to their feet and Ciaran pounces first, firing off some shots to Brayden’s face before backing him to the ropes and shooting him across the ring! On the rebound Brayden ducks under the clothesline attempt by Ciaran and then jumps to the middle rope before gitting Ciaran with a Hurrianrana! Brayden holds on for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ciaran reverses it into a pin of his own!
ONE!
TWO!
And Brayden kicks out only for Ciaran to get off another pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Brayden kicks out again! Both men get to their feet and Ciaran tries for the first move only to get rocked by a Superkick!
Simone: That Superkick may have just turned the tide in Brayden’s favour because it caught Ciaran flush!
Lunam: And he didn’t even need Carliegh’s help for it!
Brayden goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ciaran still kicks out! Brayden shoots Jacob a disbelieving look before he changes tactics and locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Ciaran! Carliegh cheers on Brayden from the ringside area as Jacob gets into position asking Ciaran if he wants to tap out but Ciaran refuses, instead crawling towards the ring ropes, Carliegh does her best to direct traffic on the outside but Ciaran does eventually reach the ropes! Brayden lets go and celebrates as if he’s won the match but Jacob is quick to remind him that no, he didn’t win! But this turns out to be a ruse as Carliegh starts choking Ciaran on the ropes! However…………….
Simone: Oh, oh, Carliegh get caught!
Lunam: Which is bad news for Brayden and great news for Ciaran!
Carliegh tries to protest her innocence but Jacob is having none of it and ejects her from the ringside area while Ciaran rolls to the middle of the ring! Brayden realizes that his best shot at ending the match is now and he calls for the Spartan Will which Carliegh does alert Jacob too on her way up the ropes!
Simone: Brayden’s looking to end this while he still has control of the match!
Lunam: Can he hit it or will Ciaran counter?
Brayden goes for the Red Arrow off the ropes but Ciaran gets his knees up at the last moment, knocking the wind right out of him! Ciaran follows that up with his submission finisher, the bridging, rolling crossface/bodyscissor combination!
Simone: DREAMWEAVER CLUTCH! IT’S LOCKED IN!
Lunam: BRAYDEN HAS NOWHERE TO GO! STICK A FORK IN HIM, HE’S DONE!
Jacob checks on Brayden while Carliegh makes a last ditch dash to the ring to the try to save him but it’s too late as Brayden is tapping!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner by submission, CIARAN DOYLE!
Simone: We now know that the King and Queen for a Day Matches will feature Bill Barnhart and Ciaran Doyle and Cassie Wolfe and Frankie Holiday!
Lunam: And there’s more qualifiers to come!
Ciaran celebrates his win while Jacob and Carliegh check on Brayden.
The camera opens backstage at the Europa Park arena where Zayvion Lyons is found casually leaning against one of the walls in a hallway.
Zayvion Lyons: You know it feels crazy being here man, this is the furthest I've ever been from home. It just feels weird, you know? I mean look at me, I'm just some kid from a dirty tore up block in Inglewood California. There are times I never thought I'd get out of that area and now I'm in mother fucking Germany! Like what?
He smiles with a slight shake of the head still seemingly in disbelief.
Zayvion Lyons: But like Cleo says I got to stay focused because I have the opportunity to become the Roulette champion. That's the real prize. I earned my right to challenge the champion and I ain't fixing to let nothing stand in my way of getting that gold around my waist. But I can't waste my time talking to y'all about it every week, I need to talk to one person and that's Logan Hunter.
Zayvion locks eyes on the camera.
Zayvion Lyons: It's time to get this started champ, and you and I have not been formally introduced yet. So let's change that next week and Staffordshire meet me in the ring, and we can talk man to man and you can look me in the eyes and know exactly what's coming for you in Osaka Japan, you can look me in the eyes and see the man that is going to take that championship away from you.
He pauses.
Zayvion Lyons: So enjoy yourself for now Logan, because I'm going to go out to that ring in Staffordshire and call you out, if you're the champ or even the man you say you are you'll show up and we can talk like grown folk. I'll see you soon champ.
He gives a wink at the camera with a confident nod and a smirk as it fades out.
The camera returns to the Europa-Park Arena where the crowd is still buzzing with energy, the lights dancing across the stage as SCW readies for another burst of entertainment!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, once again, please welcome the one, the only, the dazzling, the delightful, the utterly unforgettable Amanda Hugginkiss!!!
The crowd responds with a warm, positive roar as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage instead of heading for the ring! She is dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit with a fluffy cotton bunny tail pinned perfectly in place and a pair of bunny ears perched atop her head with fabulous confidence! A playful, fitting tune kicks in at once as Amanda places one hand on her hip, the other out to the crowd, and begins a fresh performance with a wicked grin spread across her face!
Amanda: I’m the Easter bunny’s glamorized niece!
I got jellybeans packed in my little clutch bag!
I paint my eggs with glitter and grace!
The church bells ring and I strike a pose!
I found one egg with a gift card inside!
Now Peter Cottontail can step aside!
So shake your peeps and rattle your ham!
I deliver eggs and a whole lotta peace!
With a hop and a strut and a shimmy so sweet!
I leave rhinestones and chocolate all over the street!
Pastel couture and a sassy ear wag!
You can keep your plain baskets, your grass and your hay!
I’m servin’ high fashion on Easter Sunday!
Then contour the cheekbones right onto my face!
I tuck and I tease and I cinch with delight!
Then I snatch resurrection realness all night!
In fishnets holy from my head to my toes!
I’m hidin’ them eggs in six-inch heels!
Honey, this bunny knows how fabulous feels!
Another had lashes that made me near cry!
A third had sequins and one had a wig!
So I said, “Praise be, and make that one big!”
There’s a fiercer hare takin’ over this ride!
With a bunny tail bounce and a glamorous sway!
I’m the queen of a drag queen’s Easter today!
Wave to your nana and worship this glam!
If your brunch gets boring, just do what I say!
Add more mascara and gay up the day!
Amanda finishes with a playful spin, a pop of the hip, and both arms thrown wide as the music hits its final note! The Europa-Park Arena erupts with cheers and laughter, the crowd clearly loving every ridiculous, over-the-top second of it! Amanda grins from ear to ear, blowing kisses to every corner of the arena before turning with one last bunny-tail wiggle and disappearing behind the curtains!
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… and is a non-title match!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, ALEXANDER RAVEEEEENNNNNNNNN
As the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.
'Hardly in the spirit of the era. Dedicate and thin skinned.
One appeared in front of the jury. Face uncovered in front of the jury.'
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.
'Beauty of looks, beauty of faults.
Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.'
As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her. Waiting for the bell.
Justin: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, LJ KASEYYYYYY!!!
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance.
The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at Alexander Raven, who stands waiting in the ring.
Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.
He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving Alexander Raven, and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.
The arena buzzed with anticipation long before the bell even rang. A low hum of energy pulsed through the crowd, the kind that only comes when two competitors with something to prove are about to collide. Alexander Raven stood in his corner, eyes cold and calculating, pacing like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Across from him, LJ Kasey bounced lightly on his feet, loose, confident, almost cocky, but there was focus behind his eyes. This wasn’t just another match. This was a proving ground.
The referee signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
They circled each other slowly at first, neither man rushing in. Raven feinted a step forward, testing LJ’s reaction. LJ smirked, stepping in closer, inviting contact. The tension snapped as they locked up in the center of the ring, collar-and-elbow tie-up. Raven quickly transitioned, slipping behind into a waistlock, trying to establish control early. LJ fired back with a sharp elbow to the side of Raven’s head, breaking free and spinning into a quick lariat attempt, but Raven ducked. Raven retaliated instantly with a belly-to-back suplex, snapping LJ hard into the mat.
Lunam: Right out of the gate, Raven showing that technical precision. No wasted movement.
Simone: Yeah, but LJ isn’t the kind of guy you keep down with just one throw. He thrives in chaos.
Raven didn’t let up. He rolled through, grabbing LJ again and hoisting him up into a crisp German suplex, bridging for a pin.
ONE!
LJ kicked out quickly.
Raven nodded to himself, almost impressed, before dragging LJ back up. He whipped him into the ropes, LJ rebounded and Raven caught him mid-motion with an exploder suplex, sending him crashing into the corner. Raven charged, driving a facewasher boot across LJ’s face repeatedly, the crowd reacting with a mix of cheers and boos.
Simone: That’s disrespectful. Effective, but disrespectful.
Lunam: Raven’s not here to win friends. He’s here to dominate.
Raven pulled LJ out of the corner and went for a Boston Crab, sitting deep and wrenching back. LJ clawed at the mat, teeth clenched, trying to inch toward the ropes. The pain etched across his face told the story, Raven had him grounded exactly where he wanted him. But LJ wasn’t done. With a burst of energy, he twisted his body, kicking Raven off and scrambling to his feet. Raven rushed in. LJ caught him with a sudden roundhouse kick that cracked against the side of Raven’s head. The momentum shifted instantly. LJ followed up, grabbing Raven and lifting him into a brainbuster, planting him hard into the canvas.
Lunam: There it is! LJ turning the tide!
Simone: That’s what I was talking about, he only needs one opening.
LJ climbed to the top rope, measuring Raven carefully. He launched himself with a diving cutter, but Raven rolled out of the way at the last second. LJ hit the mat hard, clutching his ribs, still healing from multiple attacks. Raven seized the opportunity, grabbing LJ’s arm and wrenching it into an armbar, pulling back with vicious intent.
Simone: Oh, that’s nasty. He’s isolating the arm now.
Lunam: If LJ loses that arm, half his offense goes out the window.
LJ gritted his teeth, trying to power through. He rolled, stacked Raven’s shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
Raven released the hold to break the pin, and both men scrambled back to their feet. They met in the center again this time exchanging straight punches, each shot echoing through the arena. Raven’s strikes were sharp and calculated, while LJ’s were wild and forceful. Raven gained the upper hand, landing a thrust kick to LJ’s midsection, doubling him over. He followed up with a shining wizard, connecting flush. He went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
LJ kicked out again.
Lunam: LJ is taking serious punishment here.
Simone: But he’s still in it. That’s the scary part.
Lunam: LJ’s got something to fight for.
Simone: And Raven doesn’t?
Raven pulled LJ up, hooking both arms, setting up for The Kingslayer. The crowd buzzed as he prepared to drop him with the double hammerlock DDT. But LJ spun out at the last second, reversing the hold into a reverse-spin Michinoku driver! The impact shook the ring.
Simone: SIGNATURE CONNECTS!
Lunam: That could be it!
LJ crawled into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Raven kicked out.
LJ slammed the mat in frustration but stayed focused. He pulled Raven up and whipped him into the corner, following with a running snake eyes that drove Raven face-first into the turnbuckle. Raven stumbled backward, LJ spun and delivered a devastating lariat, flipping Raven inside out. The crowd erupted.
Simone: Did you see that?! He nearly took his head off!
Lunam: Momentum firmly in LJ’s corner now.
LJ climbed the ropes again, this time slower, more deliberate. He leapt, OsCutter! He nailed Blast From the Past perfectly.
ONE!
TWO!
Raven kicked out at the last possible moment. The crowd gasped.
Lunam: How?!
Simone: Raven just refused to stay down!
LJ couldn’t believe it. He argued briefly with the referee before refocusing. He grabbed Raven, attempting a Spanish Fly from the corner. But Raven fought back, driving elbows into LJ’s ribs. He shoved LJ off the ropes and caught him mid-air with a slingblade. Both men were down. They slowly rose, exhaustion evident. Raven struck first, hitting a Lou Thesz press, raining down punches. He dragged LJ up again, hooked the arms… The Kingslayer! Double hammerlock DDT connected. Raven covered.
ONE!
TWO!
LJ barely kicked out.
Simone: That was so close!
Lunam: I thought that was it. I really did.
Raven’s frustration began to show. He pulled LJ up, signaling for the end. He charged, Raven’s Spine! The vertebreaker landed with brutal force. The crowd fell into stunned silence. Raven collapsed into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
LJ somehow, impossibly, got a shoulder up.
Simone: NO WAY!
Lunam: That defies logic!
Raven sat up, disbelief etched across his face. He stared at the referee, then back at LJ, who barely moved. Raven grabbed him again, locking in The Conspiracy, the bulldog choke cinched in tight. LJ flailed, fading.
Lunam: This is it. He’s got nowhere to go.
Simone: LJ’s fading, this might be over! Not like this..
Suddenly, movement outside the ring. A figure slid in unnoticed by Raven. It was Alex Jones. The crowd erupted into a mix of shock and boos.
Simone: What is HE doing here?!
Lunam: This can’t be good…
Raven, still focused on the choke, didn’t see it coming. Alex Jones rushed forward.
SMASH!
A brutal strike to the back of Raven’s head. Raven released the hold instantly, collapsing. The referee turned, confused, but Alex Jones quickly slipped out of the ring before being caught.
Simone: Come on! That’s blatant interference!
Lunam: The referee didn’t see it! LJ definitely didn’t see it.
LJ, barely conscious, crawled over, draping an arm across Raven.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Simone: You’ve got to be kidding me…
Lunam: LJ Kasey wins, but not without controversy.
Justin: Here is your winner! LJ KASEY!!!
The crowd’s reaction was divided, some cheering, others furious. All around with the confusion as to what brought this on. LJ sat up slowly, dazed, as the referee raised his hand. Outside the ring, Alex Jones smirked, watching his plan unfold perfectly. Inside the ring, Alexander Raven stirred, realizing what had happened too late. His eyes burned with fury.
Simone: Raven had this match won. There’s no question.
Lunam: But in this business, it’s not just about what happens in the ring, it’s about who’s willing to cross the line.
LJ leaned against the ropes, still catching his breath, his victory tainted but undeniable. Outside, Alex Jones clapped mockingly. Raven, now on his knees, locked eyes with him. And at that moment, it was clear. This wasn’t over. Not even close.
LJ stands in the ring after his first match back after the brutal attack by Brandon Hendrix and his gang of thugs when suddenly, the tron changes to show Brandon Hendrix sitting on a chair and behind him is Angelo, Tony, Matteo, and Marco.
Brandon Hendrix: Hello LJ. Nice to see you again. I'm surprised you're still here. Or even standing after what we did to you. You know, I'll be the first to admit you got guts, kid. You're more brave than most people in that locker room. But your brave self centeredness will get you killed really, really soon. How's your brother doing? How's Miles? His neck still bruised from when we were close to choking that man to the other side?
How's Alexandra?
Is she still shaken after Angelo held onto her? To which he had to pay a massive fine of fifty thousand dollars for, which is chump change to us really. But she was what I was talking about, LJ. She was the reason you lost. She was the reason you could have had your entire career ended in a flash. She is your downfall, kid. I told you this and you proved me right. And because I was right, your two mothers almost had to bury their son. Ashlynn would have to mourn you, Ally, Alexandra, Miles, Carter, everyone would have stood over your grave, weeping away while I live and live happily. But you see, I didn't want to do that. As a father myself, I couldn't bear that, so I wouldn't put your parents through that at all. But if you push me one more time, kid…..
Your death will push them to theirs.
The things I'll do to you, on live TV for your entire family to see, your entire family left hopeless as they watch on, will be your fault. As for Alexandra, if she wants to try, stop us, anything to save you
…. I'll pay the fine for what I'd do to. LJ, think about your family. Think about the stupid son of a bitch of a son you and Alexandra can have, or even the dumb whore you'd two will birth and raise in a daughter in the future and do what your bio dad did……
Quit on yourself. Let's go boys.
Camera fades into the backstage area. Ms. Rocky Mountains stands beside Mercedes Vargas, who appears confident but measured, still processing the big announcement.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, earlier tonight we got shocking news. Kayla Richards has vacated the world title, and the championship will now be decided at Into the Void in a triple threat match between you, Victoria Lyons, and former champion Crystal Zdunich. What’s your reaction to this major shake-up?
Mercedes smiles faintly.
Mercedes: You know, I can’t say I’m surprised. Kayla’s decision changes the game, but it doesn’t change my focus. The world title might be vacant, but opportunity never is, and right now, it’s mine for the taking.
She folds her arms, glancing toward the camera with quiet conviction.
Mercedes: Crystal Zdunich wants her crown back, Victoria Lyons wants to prove she belongs, and me? I’ve been fighting for this moment my entire career. It’s been a while since that title was around my waist, and I’ll admit, I’ve missed the feeling. Becoming a three-time world champion isn’t just some goal for me; it’s about reclaiming what defines greatness.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So you see Into the Void as your return to the top?
Mercedes: Exactly. History remembers champions, but it celebrates legends, and I plan on reminding everyone why I’m both. At Into the Void, I won’t just win back that title. I’ll make it undeniable that Mercedes Vargas is still the standard in this division.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Does facing both Lyons and Zdunich at once alter your preparation?
Mercedes: Not really. You see, whether it’s one opponent or two, I don’t adapt to the match, the match adapts to me. I’ve beaten champions before, I’ve beaten legends before, and Into the Void will be no different. The only thing that’ll change is the nameplate on that championship, and it’s going to read Mercedes Vargas.
Mercedes adjusts her jacket, eyes locked on the camera with calm intensity.
Mercedes: The queen may have abdicated, but every kingdom needs its ruler. And come Into the Void, that ruler will be me.
She gives a confident smirk before walking off as the interviewer looks on, the camera fading out on her determined stride.
KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH
"BULLDOG" BILL BARNHART vs CIARAN DOYLE vs TO BE DETERMINED
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the Shields Sisters hanging around, Brooke is looking on her phone when Marissa suddenly speaks up.
Marissa: Brooke?
Brooke glances up at the older of the twin sisters.
Brooke: Yeah sis?
Marissa: When you were in the Go Gym with Logan, was anyone dumb enough to do a test of strength with Tempest?
Brooke: Is this because I got Powerbombed through the announce table by Tempest the last time Logan faced Carter?
Marissa: I said test of strength, not bitch slapped her across the face.
Brooke: Good point!
Brooke shakes her head.
Brooke: All I’m going to say is that you’d think no one would be that fucking stupid.
Brooke shakes her head again.
Brooke: And you’d be wrong!
Logan: Ladies.
The camera pans over to show the SCW Roulette Champion Logan Hunter.
Logan: Are you ready for the match with Carter?
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! I’ve been ready all week!
Marissa: What she said.
Logan eyes the two stunning twins and nods.
Logan: Good, now let’s go.
Logan and the twins walk off as the scene fades.
Justin: The following contest is a Non-Title match and it is scheduled for one fall!
"Hope Castrated" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke and Marissa follow him out and the sisters have their backs to the crowd while they dance to the song, Brooke does some sensual dances while Marissa shows off dance skills while Logan glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke and Marissa Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the twins spin around and the trio start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, Marissa follows them in on her own and they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed while Marissa spins and arches her back, giving the crowd and camera a nice view of her cleavage before she flips her dark brown and looks at the camera.
The crowd is chanting for the next match up. They are fired up cheering and chanting for Carter, this match announced and spread like wildfire.
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner, awaiting his opponent's introduction.
The arena lights dim slightly as anticipation builds, the hum of the crowd swelling into a roar as both men stand in opposite corners. Carter bounces lightly on his feet, loose, confident, eyes locked forward. Logan stands still, almost statuesque, cracking his neck once, jaw tight, his focus unbroken.
DING DING DING!
They circle slowly at first, neither rushing in. Carter feints forward, testing distance, then pulls back with a smirk. Logan steps in with more intent, reaching for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Carter slips under, twisting into a quick wristlock arm drag that snaps Logan down hard. Logan rolls through, pops back to his feet, only to be met instantly with a sharp standing dropkick that sends him stumbling into the ropes.
Lunam: Carter wasting no time establishing speed.
Simone: That is exactly where he wants this. Fast and unpredictable.
Logan rebounds off the ropes, swinging for a lariat, but Carter ducks underneath, spins, and hits a clean spinning wheel kick that catches Logan flush on the jaw. Logan staggers, barely staying upright before Carter charges and connects with a slingblade into a basement dropkick, snapping Logan backward into the mat.
Carter hooks the leg.
ONE!
Kickout.
Logan powers out quickly, but Carter stays on him. He pulls Logan up, hooks him, and attempts a quick sunset flip powerbomb, but Logan blocks, dropping his weight. Carter adjusts mid-motion, rolling through and popping up into a dropkick that sends Logan out through the ropes to the floor. The crowd pops as Carter wastes no time, sprinting to the ropes and launching himself through them, crashing into Logan with a high-speed dive that sends both men into the barricade.
Lunam: Carter is flying tonight.
Simone: And Logan is getting overwhelmed early.
Carter drags Logan up and throws him back into the ring before climbing the apron and ascending the turnbuckles. He balances briefly, then leaps with a diving meteora, crushing Logan’s chest on impact.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Logan kicks out with authority, rolling to his side, clearly rattled but still dangerous. Carter keeps pressing, pulling Logan up and whipping him into the corner. He charges in with a handspring clothesline, the impact snapping Logan’s head back. Carter follows with a quick snapmare and bounces off the ropes, delivering a running senton across Logan’s torso.
Another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Logan kicks out again.
Lunam: Carter is chaining offense beautifully.
Simone: But he has not put Logan away yet, and that is dangerous.
Carter pulls Logan up again, but this time Logan explodes forward with a sudden headbutt that stops Carter cold. Carter stumbles backward, dazed, and Logan capitalizes immediately with a brutal lariat that flips Carter inside out. The energy shifts instantly. Logan takes a breath, then stalks Carter, dragging him up and delivering a sharp belly to belly suplex that sends Carter skidding across the ring. Carter tries to rise, but Logan is already on him, lifting him and planting him with a precise brainbuster. Logan floats into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Carter kicks out.
Lunam: That was a heavy response from Logan.
Simone: He just slowed Carter down in a big way.
Logan begins to methodically dismantle Carter, stomping down on his limbs before locking in a tight single leg Boston crab. Carter screams out, clawing at the mat, his body twisting under the pressure. Logan leans back, increasing the torque.
Lunam: This is where Logan thrives.
Simone: He will grind you down until there is nothing left.
Carter inches forward, fingertips stretching desperately until he finally grabs the bottom rope. The referee forces the break, but the damage is done. Logan drags Carter up and sets him in position, pulling him into a ripcord and smashing him with a vicious ripcord knee strike. Carter collapses, and Logan quickly scales the ropes, launching into a moonsault that lands clean across Carter’s chest.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Carter kicks out again.
Logan sits up, frustration creeping in now. He pulls Carter up again, going for another big move, but Carter suddenly springs to life, slipping free and firing off a rapid double knee facebreaker that drops Logan to his knees. Carter follows with a quick rebound and lands a sharp calf kick to the side of Logan’s head. Both men are down momentarily.
Lunam: Carter needed that.
Simone: That might be the opening he needs to get back in control.
Carter rises first, adrenaline surging, and pulls Logan up into a Spanish Fly, both men crashing hard into the mat. The crowd erupts as Carter slowly crawls over for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Logan barely gets the shoulder up.
Carter slaps the mat in frustration but stays focused. He drags Logan into the corner and begins stomping him down before launching into a bronco buster, the crowd reacting loudly. Carter backs up, then charges again with a running dropkick that crushes Logan into the turnbuckles. Carter pulls Logan out and hits Buttocks Injection, the impact snapping Logan’s head back violently.
Lunam: That could be it right there.
Simone: Carter is feeling it now.
Carter grins, turning to the crowd before hitting Fairy Tail, the taunt flowing into a clean standing moonsault.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO.
Logan kicks out at the last possible moment. Carter cannot believe it.
Lunam: How did Logan survive that?
Simone: Pure instinct.
Carter signals for the finish, climbing to the top rope. He steadies himself, eyes locked on Logan, then leaps for the Fruit Fly. But Logan rolls. Carter crashes hard. Logan scrambles up, adrenaline pumping, and drags Carter into position, planting him with Hope Ends.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Carter kicks out. Now it is Logan’s turn to be stunned.
Lunam: That was his best shot.
Simone: And Carter is still in this.
Logan grows visibly frustrated. He pulls Carter up again, looking for the Divine Right of Kings, but Carter slips free, spins, and lands Passion Fruit out of nowhere. Both men collapse.
The referee begins counting as the crowd rallies.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Both men begin to stir.
SIX!
SEVEN!
They slowly rise, trading blows in the center of the ring. Carter lands a forearm. Logan answers with a punch. Carter fires back with a kick. Logan responds with a superkick. Carter staggers but rebounds with a running hurricanrana, sending Logan across the ring. Both men are exhausted. Then, suddenly, Brooke appears at ringside.
Lunam: Here we go again.
Simone: This is never good.
She slides a steel chair into the ring toward Logan while the referee is distracted. Logan sees it and moves toward it, a grin forming. Carter sees it too. In a split second decision, Carter lunges forward, grabbing the chair first. He slams it loudly against the mat, the sound echoing through the arena. The referee begins to turn. In one fluid motion, Carter tosses the chair directly into Logan’s hands and immediately throws himself backward to the canvas, clutching his head as if he has just been struck. Logan freezes, confused, the chair still in his grip. The referee turns fully and sees Logan holding the weapon and Carter down. The bell rings.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Oh come on.
Simone: He got him. Carter completely got him.
Justin: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification! Helluva Bottom Carter!
Logan argues furiously, throwing the chair down and shouting at the referee, but it is too late. Carter slowly rolls out of the ring, a sly grin creeping across his face as he backs up the ramp.
Lunam: That was not just a strategy. That was manipulation.
Simone: And it worked perfectly.
Brooke looks shocked at ringside, while Logan stands in the ring, furious, realizing he has been completely outplayed. Carter raises his arms at the top of the ramp, soaking in the reaction as Logan fumes below, the victory stolen in the most calculated way possible.
The camera cuts backstage to absolute chaos and finds Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas sprawled on the concrete floor, unconscious, her face covered in her own blood! One arm is twisted beneath her, a crimson smear streaked across the ground beside her title belt, which lies just out of reach! Production assistants are shouting over one another! Security comes barreling in from both sides of the corridor while paramedics rush forward with a stretcher and medical kits in hand!
The camera zooms in only for a second before quickly pulling back as one of the paramedics drops to his knees beside Alicia and begins checking her vitals! Another presses gauze carefully against the side of her face while security starts forcing everyone else back to make room!
Simone: Oh my God!
Lunam: Sweet sufferin' Jaysus! Alicia Lukas is down! She is down hard!
Simone: This is horrible! This is absolutely horrible! Alicia Lukas is unconscious backstage and there is blood everywhere!
Lunam: This is no a bump gone wrong, Simone! This is a full-on disaster! Somethin' has happened back here, and whatever it was, it left the Bombshell Roulette Champion laid out in a nightmare scene!
The noise suddenly rises another level as Austin James Mercer comes storming into frame at a dead sprint, shoving past crew members with wild eyes and panic written all over his face! Right behind him is Wolfslair teammate Alex Jones, both men stopping dead when they see Alicia on the floor!
Austin James Mercer: ALICIA! NO! NO, NO, NO! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! DO SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW! DON'T JUST STAND THERE, HELP HER!
Alex Jones: Jesus Christ! Who did this?! Who the hell did this to her?!
Austin drops to his knees beside Alicia, only to be held back by the paramedics as they try to work! He fights them for half a second before realizing they are trying to save his wife, and he leans over her, shaking with fury and fear! Alex turns in circles, glaring at every face in sight like he is ready to tear the building apart with his bare hands!
Stage Manager: Back up! Back up now! Give the medics room! Security, lock this area down immediately! Nobody in or out! I want every camera checked and every corridor covered! Move!
Austin James Mercer: You help her! You hear me?! You help her! I don't care what it takes, you save my wife!
Alex Jones: Tell me who was back here! Tell me now! Somebody saw something! Somebody always sees something!
One of the medics calls for the stretcher to be brought closer! Another shines a light into Alicia's eyes while blood continues to stain the towel pressed against her face! Austin looks ready to explode, breathing hard, fists clenched, every muscle in his body trembling! Alex steps in front of him, jaw tight, trying to keep him from completely losing it while still looking like he could kill someone on sight!
Stage Manager: Cut the shot! Cut the shot! Get back to ringside now!
The camera abruptly returns to ringside where Simone and Lunam are both standing at the announce desk, stunned by what they have just witnessed! The crowd in Rust can be heard buzzing with alarm and confusion all around the Europa-Park Arena!
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, we have just seen a horrifying scene backstage involving Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas! She was found unconscious in a pool of blood, and at this time we do not know the full extent of her injuries!
Lunam: I've called matches with broken bones, concussions, and all manner of carnage, but that there was somethin' else entirely! Alicia Lukas looked like she'd been left for dead, and ye can hear it in this arena, Simone! Nobody here knows what to make of what we've just seen!
Simone: Austin James Mercer ran into that area in a panic, Alex Jones was demanding answers, security locked the whole scene down, and paramedics were all over Alicia within seconds! This is beyond disturbing!
Lunam: And let's say the quiet part out loud, aye?! That did no look accidental! Not for one second! Somebody may have attacked Alicia Lukas backstage tonight, and if that's the case, we've got a bloody dangerous situation unfoldin' here in Rust!
Simone: We are going to keep everyone updated as soon as more information becomes available, but right now the concern is for Alicia Lukas and her condition! This entire event has been shaken to its core!
Lunam: Austin was near out of his mind, and can ye blame him?! That was his wife laid out on the floor! Alex Jones looked ready to hunt somebody down himself! Wolfslair is going to want answers, and I promise ye this, Simone, if foul play is involved, all hell is about to break loose!
Simone: We need to move on for the moment, but what we just witnessed backstage is not something anyone here is going to forget anytime soon!
The fans sit in anticipation when “Hey You” by Nova Rockafeller plays and they give the arrival of Victoria Lyons in Darian Price a mixed reaction leaning mostly boos, as the duo make their way into the ring where Victoria takes a microphone with purpose.
Lunam: Well earlier tonight we got the news that due to Kayla Richards suffering an injury, it will be a triple threat match for the vacant Bombshell World Championship at Into The Void.
Simone: And I think the queen is about to give her thoughts on the matter.
Victoria Lyons: The first thing I want to say is get well soon to Kayla Richards. I've been hanging out with Eddie and his baby more and he's been teaching me to be a little more humble. He says hello by the way and is working hard to make his way back.
The crowd responds with a quick Eddie chant.
Victoria Lyons: The truth is Kayla Richards didn't deserve to go out like that. Kayla Richards and I may have had our differences but Kayla is a warrior and she doesn't deserve to lose her championship like this. Which is why I will win that vacant championship, so when Kayla is ready to come back I will still be champion and ready to give her the fight she deserves.
She pauses momentarily.
Victoria Lyons: But as we all know there's no use crying over spilled milk and I need to focus on what is ahead of me and that's Mercedes Vargas and Crystal Zdnuich. Two women who have never beaten me, but I have beaten both of them and right now they're probably so focused on each other that they're going to make my job that much easier. Whatever is going on in their little squabble is none of my business. I'm coming in focused on one thing and that's the World Bombshell Championship.
The crowd responds with a rather mixed reaction.
Victoria Lyons: So please ladies, by all means rip each other apart and tear each other limb from limb. Just don't forget that I will be lurking about, just like a lioness stalking her prey, and when the time is right, that's when I strike.
Darian Price: Surprise muthafucka.
Victoria Lyons: I said it before Kayla Richards was the very best SCW had to offer, but now that she's out with injury somebody else needs to step up to take that mantle and that woman is me. I'm ready, I'm ready to take my rightful place at the top of the division as the very best and I'm ready to become your Bombshell World Champion, so now you listen close Mercedes, and you listen close Crystal.
She takes a moment to pause.
Victoria Lyons: First of all Crystal, I'm not even sure how you got here. Your recent championship run was a complete failure, Mercedes had to defend it for you in that tag match, and when it came to you trying to defend it by yourself, Kayla Richards left you unconscious. And when Mercedes called you out on your bullshit, she beat your ass too.
The crowd reacts with some boos this time trying to show support for Crystal.
Victoria Lyons: And speaking of you Mercedes, the one so desperate to hold on to whatever smidgen of a career she has left, that she has to go out and steal championships and then turn around and try to talk to me about what I have or haven't earned?
She laughs as if the idea amuses her.
Victoria Lyons: Maybe you need glasses because I have long since earned an opportunity at the Bombshell World Championship, the only reason I haven't got that opportunity yet is because I've spent more time in this company as a champion than I have without a championship. How about being the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion of all time? How about being the 2025 woman of the year? How being the only one of us to beat Kayla Richard's in any recent competition? How about the fact that I'm the one that defeated you for the Bombshell Internet Championship? And just like Harper Mason, you can whine about how I got in there all you want. I took a shortcut, sure whatever. But the ends justify the means, and the only reason you're mad is because you knew you could just walk over Harper Mason. But I changed the variable and now you're out here stealing championships trying to find your way back to the top. Remember chica I didn't steal a championship I stole a SPOT and then I EARNED that Championship.
That actually gets a fairly positive reaction from the crowd.
Victoria Lyons: I admit, they aren't my ideal circumstances. I wanted Kayla Richards one on one but that can't happen now. All I can do is accept what's been given to me and focus on one thing, and that's becoming the Bombshell World Champion. I'll see you bitches at Into the Void.
With that Victoria drops her mic, and leaves with Darian following as Hey You blasts on the speakers once more.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Evelyn Hall going over more paperwork.
Harper: I hear Cassie nearly gave you a bigger headache than she gave me.
Evelyn looks p as the #1 Contender to the Bombshell Roulette Championship Harper Mason walks up.
Evelyn Hall: That’s one way to put it.
Evelyn turns to Harper as she notices the piece of paper tucked under Harper’s am.
Evelyn Hall: Is that what I think it is?
Harper: The results from this morning’s concussion test, wanted to deliver them myself.
Harper hands the paper over and Evelyn goes over it.
Evelyn Hall: You passed.
Harper: With flying colours.
Evelyn Hall: Good, you’re cleared to compete in the following weeks.
Harper folds her arms and tilts her head with a grin.
Harper: Don’t suppose I could get a match next week, could I?
Evelyn Hall: Not promising anything but I’ll see what I can do.
Harper: I’ll take it.
Harper walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: The following World Title Number One Contender match is also for the Internet Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: From Dallas Texas, ALEX JONESSSSSSS
Tommy Vext's "Cancel the king" hits and as the lyrics of the intro cut into the guitar Alex steps out wearing a black and red "wolfslair" t-shirt and his wrestling gear. He makes his way down to the ring with an arrogant sneer before leaping up onto the ring apron.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada he is your INTERNET CHAMPION, MILES KASEYYYYYY.
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers, opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down.
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
“…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!”
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy.
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto Alex Jones ready.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and the tension immediately snaps tight between Miles Kasey and Alex Jones. There is no hesitation, no feeling-out process this time. Both men step forward and lock up hard in the center of the ring, jockeying for position with intensity. Kasey quickly shifts his weight and transitions into an arm wrench, twisting the joint sharply and forcing Jones down into an arm wrench takedown. Jones rolls through the pressure with impressive agility, pops back to his feet, and reverses the hold into a hammerlock while driving a sharp elbow into Kasey’s shoulder blade to weaken the arm.
Lunam: Right out of the gate, this is about control. Neither man wants to give the other even a second to breathe.
Kasey rolls forward, flips through the hold, and snaps into a clean Japanese arm drag that sends Jones sliding across the canvas. Jones kips up almost instantly, nodding with a focused expression, and the two circle again. This time Jones steps in with authority, firing off stiff kicks to the thigh and midsection that land with precision. Each strike forces Kasey backward until his shoulders brush the ropes. Jones grabs the wrist and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip, but Kasey rebounds at full speed and launches into a diving crossbody that takes Jones down.
Kasey hooks the leg immediately for the first cover of the match. The referee drops down and counts one, two, but Jones powers out, rolling his shoulder up with force. Both men scramble up quickly, and Jones answers with a sudden snap DDT that plants Kasey into the mat. Without wasting time, Jones hooks the leg for a counter pin attempt. The referee counts one, two, and Kasey kicks out clean.
Simone: Fast pin attempts from both sides. They are trying to catch each other slipping early.
Jones keeps the pressure on, pulling Kasey up and driving him down across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. He maintains wrist control, dragging Kasey forward into a snapmare before delivering a brutal soccer kick to the spine. Kasey arches in pain as Jones covers again, hooking both legs this time.
ONE!
TWO!
and Kasey kicks out again, showing early resilience.
Jones stays methodical, grabbing Kasey and hitting a hammerlock into a clothesline that turns him inside out. Another cover follows quickly. One, two, and another kickout. Jones exhales sharply, clearly annoyed but not losing focus.
Kasey begins to stir, clutching his back, but Jones keeps him grounded with a series of stomps before attempting to cinch in a Koji Clutch. Kasey fights it, rolling and twisting his body until he manages to slip free and create separation. He pushes himself up, wincing, and fires a forearm that catches Jones off guard. Jones responds with a kick, but Kasey catches the leg and retaliates with a thunderous Irish Hammer that drops Jones to one knee.
Kasey seizes the moment, pulling Jones up and lifting him into a vertical suplex. He holds him suspended, the crowd building with anticipation, before finally dropping him hard onto the canvas. Kasey rolls through and immediately drags Jones up again, this time launching him with a backdrop suplex that sends him crashing down with impact. Kasey quickly turns him over and hooks the leg for another pin attempt. One, two, and Jones kicks out again.
Lunam: Kasey is starting to stack offense now, and those covers are coming faster.
Kasey rises and heads to the corner, climbing the ropes with purpose. He balances himself and leaps, driving a double foot stomp into Jones’ chest. The impact echoes, and Kasey hooks the leg again. One, two, and Jones barely gets a shoulder up. Kasey wastes no time, pulling Jones up and slamming him down with a head grip mat slam before rebounding off the ropes and connecting with a lung blower that leaves Jones gasping.
Another cover follows.
ONE!
TWO!
and Jones kicks out again.
Simone: Alex Jones is being tested right now, but he is still finding ways to survive.
Kasey pulls Jones up again, but this time Jones fires back with a sudden step up enzuigiri that catches Kasey flush. Kasey staggers, and Jones immediately charges forward, driving him into the mat with a spear that shakes the ring. Jones crawls into position and hooks the leg tightly.
ONE!
TWO!
and Kasey kicks out at the last possible moment.
Jones sits up, frustration showing, but quickly refocuses. He pulls Kasey up and hits a spinning neckbreaker, then rolls through into a cover. One, two, and another kickout from Kasey. Jones immediately transitions, turning Kasey over and locking in a figure four leg lock in the center of the ring.
Kasey cries out in pain as Jones leans back, increasing the pressure. The crowd rallies behind Kasey as he reaches for the ropes, inching forward bit by bit. After a struggle, he finally grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break. Jones releases but stomps down on Kasey’s legs before dragging him up again. Jones delivers a running knee strike that snaps Kasey’s head back, then follows with another snap DDT. He covers again.
ONE!
TWO!
and Kasey kicks out once more.
Lunam: Every time you think one of them has done enough, the other kicks out. This is becoming a war of endurance.
Jones signals that he is ready to finish things, stalking Kasey as he slowly rises. He charges in, but Kasey counters with a sudden standing Spanish Fly that brings both men crashing down. The impact leaves both competitors laid out as the referee begins a count.
They slowly rise, trading strikes as they get back to their feet. Kasey lands a forearm, Jones answers with a kick, and the exchange continues until Kasey ducks and connects with a reverse Frankensteiner that spikes Jones into the mat. Kasey rolls into the cover, hooking both legs tightly.
ONE!
TWO!
and Jones kicks out again to a loud reaction.
Kasey wastes no time and climbs the ropes, looking for a moonsault. He leaps, but Jones rolls away, causing Kasey to crash onto the mat. Jones immediately grabs the arm and locks in the AJ Lock. The hold is fully applied, and Kasey is in trouble.
Kasey struggles, shifting his weight until he manages to roll through and stack Jones for a pin. One, two, and Jones releases the hold to kick out. Both men scramble up, and Kasey connects with the Double Edged Sword, dropping Jones instantly. He pulls him up and delivers Hail to the Queen with authority.
Kasey hooks both legs deep.
ONE!
TWO!
and Jones somehow kicks out again.
Simone: That had to be it. I cannot believe Alex Jones is still in this match.
Kasey looks stunned but determined. He pulls Jones up and attempts Blast from the Past, but Jones shoves him away and counters with a rolling neck snap. Jones quickly pulls Kasey up and hits The Dragon Sleeps, snapping him down hard. He covers immediately. One, two, and Kasey kicks out to a huge reaction.
Jones cannot believe it, but he stays focused. He attempts Dragon’s Breath, but Kasey avoids it and counters with an Irish Hammer. Kasey follows with a reverse 450 splash, landing perfectly. He hooks the leg again.
ONE!
TWO!
and Jones kicks out once more.
Both men are exhausted, barely able to stand. Kasey signals for the end as Jones slowly rises. Kasey charges forward, ready to hit Blast from the Past.
At that exact moment, Alexander Raven slides into the ring unnoticed.
Raven moves quickly and delivers a low blow to Alex Jones from behind. Jones collapses instantly, dropping to his knees in pain. The crowd erupts in boos as Kasey stops in his tracks, clearly seeing what just happened.
Lunam: This is not how this should end. Not after everything we have seen.
Simone: Alex Jones just got robbed in real time.
Raven backs away, watching with a cold expression. Kasey hesitates for only a brief moment before grabbing Jones and connecting with Blast from the Past, driving him into the mat. Kasey hooks the leg as the referee turns around.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings. The crowd reaction is loud and divided, with boos dominating. Kasey sits on the mat, breathing heavily, while Raven exits the ring with a satisfied look.
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL Internet Champion! And the Number One Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! Miles KASEY!!!
Simone: This match deserved a clean finish, and Alex Jones deserved better than that.
Lunam: Miles Kasey is the number one contender, but this story is far from over.
Jones slowly rolls onto his side, clearly in pain and frustration, while Kasey stands as his hand is raised. The victory is official, but the damage done by Alexander Raven has changed everything. The path to the championship now carries controversy, tension, and unfinished business.
Simone: Thank you for joining us this week, live from Rust, Germany. What a night it has been here on Climax Control, and what a way to close out this show.
Lunam: Rust gave us action, chaos, and no shortage o' controversy, and now we are headin' straight into even more danger next. If ye thought tonight was explosive, just wait and see what comes next.
Simone: We now know what is ahead at Into the Void XV on May 3 in Osaka, Japan. It will be World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Raven versus Internet Champion Miles Kasey in a Title versus Title, Winner Take All Main Event.
Lunam: And what a poisoned road that is, aye? Miles Kasey leaves tonight still the Internet Champion and the number one contender, but there'll be plenty who'll say Raven made sure ta stain that victory before the ink was even dry.
Simone: Alexander Raven inserted himself into a match that should have been decided fairly, and because of that, the entire complexion of the main event has changed. Miles Kasey has the opportunity of a lifetime, but the question now is whether he can truly trust the man waiting for him in Osaka.
Lunam: Trust? Ah, not a chance in hell. Raven just showed the whole world exactly the kind o' champion he is. Cold, calculated, and willin' ta do whatever it takes ta keep control. But now he has to step into the ring with Miles Kasey, and there'll be nowhere left ta hide when both titles are on the line.
Simone: Alex Jones was robbed tonight, plain and simple. That issue is not going away quietly, and you have to believe the fallout from what happened here will be felt in the weeks to come.
Lunam: That's the truth of it. The road ta Osaka is lined with bad blood now, and every step from here on out is goin' ta matter.
Simone: And that road continues next week as Climax Control heads to Staffordshire, United Kingdom for the next stop on the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour, live from Alton Towers.
Lunam: Another wild stop on this mad tour, and if tonight taught us anythin', it's that the closer we get ta Into the Void, the more dangerous every match becomes. Alton Towers is next, and I would not be missin' that for the world.
Simone: For everyone here at SCW, thank you again for spending your Sunday night with us in Rust, Germany.
Lunam: We will see ye next week in Staffordshire, United Kingdom. Until then, good night, and mind yerselves.
The camera pulls back for one final sweeping shot of the energetic crowd inside the Europa-Park Arena, fans still buzzing from the chaos of the closing moments.
Signs wave high in the air, the ring remains the center of attention, and the noise of the SCW faithful carries through the building as the screen slowly fades to black and the credits roll.
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!