The broadcast opens with a sweeping aerial shot of Alton Towers Resort as the sun begins its slow descent behind the Staffordshire countryside. The sprawling grounds of the famous theme park glimmer beneath the fading daylight, the rides and pathways alive with motion, light, and noise as SCW has fully taken over for the night.
The camera glides past the towering twists and crimson tracks of Wicker Man, where park patrons and SCW fans alike can be seen clustered near the entrance, many of them waving handmade signs high above their heads. The roar of the coaster adds to the atmosphere as fans shout and point toward the camera.
From there, the shot moves across Nemesis Reborn, its dramatic steel structure cutting through the evening sky while a train blasts through the track with screaming riders aboard. Along the midway below, even more SCW supporters jump and wave, some in wrestler merchandise, some in elaborate homemade outfits, and some wearing face paint that probably seemed like a much better idea several hours earlier.
Then the camera sweeps past the haunting silhouette of The Smiler, its maze of looping yellow track glowing under the park lights as crowds flood the surrounding area. SCW banners hang proudly along the railings, and fans thrust signs toward the lens with manic enthusiasm.
At last, the camera descends toward the Piazza, the resort’s live music space, which tonight has been transformed into a wrestling spectacle. The six-sided SCW ring stands proudly at the heart of it all, lit brilliantly and surrounded on all sides by the faithful of the SCW Universe. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, pressed against the barricades, cheering, chanting, and waving signs under the evening sky. The ring itself looks almost surreal against the backdrop of the park, a collision of thrill ride adrenaline and wrestling chaos.
Standing in the center of the ring is SCW ring announcer Justin Decent, looking every bit the polished host for a summer spectacle in the heart of an amusement park. He is dressed in a sharply tailored navy blazer with crisp silver trim, a white open-collared dress shirt, light grey trousers, and polished brown shoes, his attire formal enough for SCW standards while still fitting the energetic outdoor setting.
Justin raises the microphone with a broad smile as the camera settles in.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, thrill seekers and SCW fans from all over the United Kingdom and beyond, welcome to Climax Control!
The crowd erupts in cheers.
Justin: Tonight, SCW proudly comes to you live from the world famous Alton Towers Resort in beautiful Staffordshire, England as part of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
That brings another loud cheer from the crowd, with several fans pumping their fists and waving signs even harder than before.
Justin: We have an incredible night ahead of us! The Bombshells are ready, the men are ready, the SCW Universe is ready, and this historic setting is more than ready for an unforgettable evening of action!
The crowd responds with another rising wave of applause and chants.
Justin grins, letting the energy build just a moment longer before continuing.
Justin: And now, to help us truly get this party started, it is my distinct honor to introduce the one, the only, the incomparable, the fabulous Hostess With the Mostess... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
A burst of campy, flamboyant music explodes over the sound system as the crowd roars with delight. The camera swings toward the stage area where, through a curtain of shimmering sequins and colorful light, Amanda Hugginkiss makes her grand entrance.
She is dressed in a gloriously outrageous ensemble that could only belong to her. Her gown is a sparkling union of royal purple, electric pink, and gold, slit scandalously high at one leg and exploding at the shoulders with oversized feathered accents that seem to have been stolen from several extremely offended peacocks. Her bodice is drenched in rhinestones that catch every light in the Piazza, while a glittering gold corset cinches her waist to impossible proportions. Towering atop her perfectly styled hair is a miniature jeweled crown tilted at a jaunty angle, and her makeup is theatrical perfection, all dramatic lashes, glittering lids, and a lip color bold enough to stop traffic in three counties.
Amanda remains onstage like the star attraction she knows herself to be, one hand on her hip, the other extended grandly toward the audience as she soaks in every second of their cheers and applause. She turns one way. Then the other. Then blows a kiss to the audience. Then places a hand dramatically over her chest as though moved to tears by their adoration.
Finally, with the crowd still cheering, she lifts a microphone.
Amanda: Oh, stop it! Stop it right now! You’re making me feel welcome, and I do not know how to process healthy affection!
The fans laugh and cheer.
Amanda basks in it a little more, nodding approvingly.
Amanda: For those that don’t know me, my name is Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers again.
Amanda: And for those of you who do know me, I can only assume you have excellent taste, questionable judgment, and access to premium cable!
Another laugh rolls through the audience.
Amanda: Darlings, what a night we have ahead of us here at fabulous Alton Towers! We are talking excitement! We are talking danger! We are talking buxom Bombshells and half naked, sweaty men!
The crowd pops loudly at that. Amanda widens her eyes innocently.
Amanda: I got arrested for that very thing once at a party in Des Moines, Iowa!
The fans break into laughter and applause.
Amanda: Completely misunderstood event, by the way. I maintain that I was hosting culture.
She struts a little across the stage, gesturing grandly to the crowd around the Piazza.
Amanda: But let me just say, my loves, the British people really do know how to treat royalty!
She places a hand against her chest again and tilts her chin upward like a queen receiving tribute.
Amanda: And me!
That gets another strong laugh from the audience.
Amanda: Honestly, I have felt adored since the minute I got here. I have been cheered, complimented, offered drinks, and only mildly judged. That is what I call hospitality!
She pauses, then leans in with a sly grin.
Amanda: I even tried my first sample of steak and kidney pie today.
A murmur and a few amused cheers ripple through the crowd.
Amanda: And say what you will about bad American cuisine, but at least Americans tend to steer away from the urinary track!
The crowd bursts into laughter, some groaning right along with it.
Amanda: Oh, don’t act offended now. You people gave the world blood pudding and decided that was a reasonable first draft!
She fans herself dramatically as the crowd continues laughing and cheering.
Amanda: But enough about international diplomacy through questionable meat products. We have a wonderful, exciting evening ahead of us, and I think it is only proper that we begin things the right way.
Amanda straightens, lifts her chin, and raises one finger in the air.
Amanda: With a song.
The crowd erupts in anticipation as Amanda flashes a delighted grin and prepares herself center stage, the music begins to play.
Amanda: Ladies, gentlemen, theydies, gays
Welcome to the challenge of a thousand slays
Where the stakes are high and the shorts are tight
And somebody’s wig is comin’ off tonight
Spotlight’s hot, the spray tan’s set
You haven’t seen emotional damage yet
It’s not about strength, it’s not about grace
It’s surviving brunch with a full beat face
First round starts with a dating app
Twenty-seven messages, all of them crap
“Hey.” “You up?” “Masc for masc.”
Sir, that profile pic is from senior class
He says he loves “adventure” and the gym and wine
Owns one fitted sheet and calls that fine
Says he’s six foot two, but girl beware
He’s five foot eight in orthopedic wear
Then the buzzer sounds, now hold on tight
You’ve got to meet his best friend on the very first night
He says, “Don’t worry babe, she’s basically sane”
Then she scans your outfit and forgets your name
Can you text back cool
When you’re spiraling inside?
Can you act unbothered
When he says, “I’m open-minded”?
Can you keep your dignity
In a romper two sizes small?
Welcome to the fiercest game
Where the proudest queens might fall
It’s the Queer Factor
Who’s got nerve and who’s got shame?
Can you lose a heel in public
And still sashay just the same?
It’s the Queer Factor
Life’s a catwalk and a fight
Gotta dodge bad dates and body glitter
And survive the group chat night
The Queer Factor, darling
Serve, collapse, recover, glow
If you can make it through a family barbecue
Then baby, steal the show
Next up: fashion, the deadliest game
One wrong shoe and they remember your name
You’ve got a wedding, funeral, beach, and bar
And somehow each has a different blazer requirement chart
Your favorite jacket no longer fits
Because apparently shoulders just do what they wish
Your jeans look great when you’re standing still
But one seated brunch and it’s a structural drill
Then it’s the terror of the dressing room
Fluorescent lighting of certain doom
Three-way mirror, cruel and bright
Showing every bad decision from the previous night
A crop top whispers, “You could still be young”
A mesh tank says, “Do it.” You say, “Absolutely not, I’ve grown”
But the music drops, the cameras zoom
And suddenly you’re buying sequins at two in the afternoon
Can you say “This old thing?”
Like it wasn’t rent and glue?
Can you wear a harness
Like it’s business casual too?
Can you find the one good angle
When the tag’s still hanging low?
This is not a talent contest
This is trauma with a bow
It’s the Queer Factor
Who’s got taste and who’s got gall?
Can you contour in a Lyft ride
Through a speed bump and not fall?
It’s the Queer Factor
Glitter tears and lashes strong
Gotta smile through every stereotype
And still lip-sync all night long
The Queer Factor, baby
Read, forgive, then strike a pose
If you can survive a drag brunch
In twelve-inch boots and pantyhose
Round three: stereotypes
Ready, set, defend your life
No, not every gay knows Britney’s chart history
Though frankly many should, it’s basic literacy
No, we’re not all good at plants
Some of us kill ferns just by glancing
Not every queer can decorate
Some live like raccoons with excellent taste
And then the final boss appears
An older relative with “just some questions,” dear
“Who’s the woman?” “How do you know?”
Aunt Linda, hush, eat your casserole
Then bonus round, the greatest threat
Running into your ex when you’re visibly sweat-soaked
With under-eye creasing and broken strap
Still saying, “Wow, you look amazing,” while adjusting your back
Work
Laugh
Cry
Pose
Steam your shirt and powder your nose
Text your friends
Block that man
Rebuild your self-worth with a spray-on tan
Werk
Sip
Spin
Duck
Avoid that couple who just “want a third for luck”
Kiss
Dance
Fake composure
And survive another soft launch situationship exposure
It’s the Queer Factor
Where the strong get weird and loud
Where your chosen family saves your life
And outdresses every crowd
It’s the Queer Factor
Where the jokes and heart collide
Yeah, the world may be absurd as hell
But at least we do it fabulous in stride
It’s the Queer Factor
Baby, cue the disco light
We turn every trial to a punchline
And every pain to a killer night
The Queer Factor, darling
Lip gloss, nerve, and sweet revenge
We may not pass as normal, babe
But normal’s painfully bland
So strike a pose, adjust your bra
Laugh through every little flaw
Because the prize for making it through
Is being outrageously, truthfully you
On the Queer Factor
Now let the best queen win
Amanda’s opening number comes to a sparkling finish as she strikes one final dramatic pose at center stage, one arm stretched high overhead and the other pressed to her chest as if she has just delivered the performance of a generation. The crowd in the Piazza erupts into loud cheers and applause, whistles cutting through the air as fans rise to their feet, clapping and hollering their approval.
Amanda soaks it in shamelessly.
Amanda: Oh, I know! I know! I was magnificent!
The crowd laughs and cheers even louder, which only encourages her further. She places the back of one hand to her forehead and staggers backward a step as though overcome by the force of their affection.
Amanda: Please, you’re too kind! Keep going, but know that I am already insufferable enough!
That earns another burst of laughter from the SCW faithful. Amanda points toward the audience with a wide grin and gives a little twirl, feathers and sequins flashing beneath the stage lights.
Amanda: Staffordshire, you gorgeous little enablers, thank you for reminding me why I should never be given humility!
She gives an exaggerated royal wave, then pauses as though hearing the applause swell once more.
Amanda: Oh, don’t worry, I heard you. Yes, I am available for birthdays, funerals, and minor coronations!
With one final wink to the camera, Amanda gathers up part of her extravagant gown and sashays toward the curtain.
Amanda: Try not to miss me too much, darlings. I know that’s impossible, but do your best.
Still smiling broadly as the fans continue to cheer, she disappears behind the curtains.
The camera then transitions smoothly down to ringside, where the SCW broadcast team is seated at the commentary desk with the electric atmosphere of the Piazza all around them. Behind them, the six-sided ring stands ready while the crowd remains lively and energized from Amanda’s performance.
Belinda Simone looks polished and perfectly suited for the amusement park setting in a light cream summer blouse with neatly rolled sleeves, a fitted teal blazer, and slim white trousers. A delicate gold necklace and understated earrings add a tasteful touch of class, while stylish low-heeled sandals keep the look practical without losing any elegance. She looks composed, professional, and camera ready as always.
Beside her, Erik Lunam looks like he stepped out of a rebellious alt-rock fever dream in the best possible way. He wears black-and-red plaid trousers tucked into chunky black boots, a loose partially unbuttoned black shirt under a cropped distressed jacket covered in silver zips and chains, and enough rings, layered necklaces, and dark eyeliner to make it all unmistakably him. His blond hair is artfully messy with dark roots showing, and the overall effect is pure Yungblud-inspired chaos with just enough polish to still pass for broadcast television.
Belinda smiles brightly into the camera as the shot settles.
Simone: Good evening everyone, and welcome to Climax Control here at Alton Towers Resort in Staffordshire, England! What a way to begin the night here in the United Kingdom!
Lunam grins beside her, nodding as the crowd noise swells behind them.
Lunam: Ah, listen to this place, Belinda! The fans are absolutely mental tonight, and I mean that in the best possible way! What a crowd, what a setting, and what a buzz we’ve got all around us here at Alton Towers!
Simone: To all of our fans here in attendance, and to everyone watching from home all across the globe, thank you for joining us for what promises to be a thrilling night of SCW action!
Lunam: That’s right! Whether you’re here in the UK, back home in the States, or watchin’ from anywhere else in the world, this is the place to be tonight! SCW is right in the middle of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour, and the energy has been unreal every single step of the way!
Simone: And the timing could not be more exciting, because we are also continuing the Road To Into the Void XV! Every match, every moment, and every victory matters that much more from here on out!
Lunam: That’s the truth of it! Everybody’s lookin’ to build momentum, make statements, and leave their mark before Into the Void XV comes around! Nights like this can change everythin’ in a hurry!
Simone: We have an incredible lineup in store tonight, with the stars of SCW ready to make the most of this unique atmosphere and this passionate international crowd.
Lunam: Aye, and if the openin’ moments have told us anythin’, it’s that this audience is ready for every second of it!
Simone: We are just getting started.
Lunam: And now, let’s take a look at what we’ve got lined up for tonight.
Simone: We are kicking things off tonight with a Bombshell clash that could have major implications on the Road To Into the Void XV, as Victoria Lyons, one of the three women vying to claim the vacant World Bombshell Championship in Osaka, steps into one on one competition against perhaps the only woman in SCW who can rival her for sheer cunning and deviousness in Bea Barnhart! Victoria has made it clear she intends to seize this moment and carry every ounce of momentum possible into that championship opportunity, but standing across from her is a woman who has built a career on twisting situations to her advantage, bending the rules until they nearly snap, and doing whatever it takes to make sure her own hand is the one raised in victory! This is a dangerous opening contest between two of the most calculating Bombshells on the roster, and it may tell us a great deal about what could be waiting in Osaka!
Lunam: And up next we’ve got the final Queen For A Day qualifier, and this one’s got all the makin’s of an absolute belter! The self-styled Queen of Hardcore, Bella Madison, is lookin’ to batter her way into Osaka as she goes one on one with the ever-dangerous Zenna Zdunich! Bella thrives in chaos and loves a fight that gets rough, but Zenna’s no stranger to diggin’ deep and bringin’ the fight right back at her when the pressure’s on! There’s a whole lot on the line here tonight, because the winner earns the last spot in the Queen For A Day match at Into the Void XV, where Cassie Wolfe and Frankie Holliday are already waitin’! One of these women is about to punch her ticket to Osaka, and neither one of them will want to let that chance slip through their fingers!
Simone: Up next, the spotlight stays firmly on the Bombshell division as Harper Mason and Mercedes Vargas collide in a match featuring two women with very different championship goals, but the same desire to build momentum heading toward Into the Void XV! Harper Mason knows that a strong performance tonight could give her exactly the kind of confidence and leverage she wants as she prepares to enter the Bombshell Roulette Championship picture, while Mercedes Vargas has her sights set even higher as she continues her pursuit of the vacant World Bombshell Championship! These are two seasoned, determined competitors with everything to prove and plenty at stake, and that makes this one a very dangerous contest for both women!
Lunam: Now this one’s not for the faint of heart, because up next we’ve got a Parking Lot Brawl, and that means these two lads will be throwin’ down out in the lot surrounded by a ring of cars with all sorts of bad intentions in mind! Brandon “F’n” Hendrix is already barrelin’ full speed toward Osaka where his rival LJ Kasey waits for him, but tonight he’s got a different kind of problem standin’ across from him in the form of the one man on this roster who might be every bit as savage and unhinged as he is, the Angry Cop himself, Liam Davis! There’ll be no ropes, no pretty technique, and no safe way through this one, just fists flyin’, bodies crashin’, and two furious men lookin’ to leave the other one in a heap before the night is done!
Simone: Up next, we have a very compelling Bombshell contest as former World Bombshell Champion Crystal Zdunich continues her march toward Into the Void XV, where she intends to reclaim the prize she once held with pride, but before she can focus fully on Osaka, she has to deal with the venomous and opportunistic Cassie Wolfe tonight! Cassie has made plenty of noise for herself as a turncoat backstabber with all the arrogance in the world, but stepping into the ring with Crystal is an entirely different matter, because Crystal is a battle-tested veteran who has seen every trick, every cheap shot, and every inflated ego this sport can produce! If anyone in SCW has the experience, poise, and toughness to put an upstart like Cassie in her place, it is Crystal Zdunich!
Lunam: And then we come to the main event, and what a massive one it is, because two of the most beloved Superstars on the roster are set to go one on one in the final King For A Day qualifying match! Former two-time Roulette Champion Ryan Keys brings all the heart, resilience, and fire that’s made him one of the easiest men in SCW to get behind, but standin’ across from him is a man who knows every bit about performin’ under the brightest lights, former World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter! Both men know what’s at stake, both know what a place in Osaka could mean, and only one of them gets to move on! It’s a clash of star power, experience, and pure determination, and if there was ever a way to close out a night like this, this is it!
Simone: All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
The opening shot settled on the frosted glass door marked GENERAL MANAGER before the camera eased through into the office itself. The room was neat, polished, and unmistakably official, though still touched by the strange atmosphere of Climax Control being held at Alton Towers. Through the window behind the desk, the grey Staffordshire sky hung low, and somewhere beyond the backstage walls the muffled sounds of the event carried on in the distance.
Seated behind her desk, hands folded neatly atop a stack of papers, was SCW General Manager Evelyn Hall. She waited a beat for the camera to fully frame her before she began to speak, her tone calm, professional, and edged with the firm authority expected of someone in charge.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening, everyone. I wanted to take a few moments tonight to address a matter of serious concern following last week’s shocking attack on Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas.
She paused, her expression tightening just slightly.
Evelyn Hall: First and foremost, let me be perfectly clear. There is an ongoing investigation into exactly who was responsible for that assault. What happened to Alicia was absolutely unacceptable, and I have every intention of seeing that this matter is looked into properly and thoroughly. At this time, I cannot offer any further details, but I can assure all of you that SCW is treating this situation with the utmost seriousness.
Evelyn glanced down briefly at the papers in front of her, then looked back into the camera.
Evelyn Hall: Unfortunately, there is another matter directly connected to that situation which must now be addressed. Due to the injuries Alicia sustained in that attack, and with her health needing to come before anything else, Alicia Lukas has voluntarily surrendered the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
There was a deliberate pause to let the weight of that announcement sink in.
Evelyn Hall: As a result, the Bombshell Roulette Championship has officially been declared vacant.
Her posture remained composed, though there was sympathy in her voice when she continued.
Evelyn Hall: Now then, with that said, we must look ahead and determine who will carry that championship into the future. Therefore, I am officially announcing that the vacant Bombshell Roulette Championship will be decided at Into the Void XV, live in Osaka, Japan, on May 5th, in a Fatal Fourway Match.
She lifted one hand slightly, emphasizing each name as she listed them.
Evelyn Hall: That match will feature the number one contender, Harper Mason, as well as Bea Barnhart, Seleana Zdunich, and Brittany Williams. One of those four women will leave Osaka as the brand new Bombshell Roulette Champion.
Evelyn allowed herself a small, measured nod.
Evelyn Hall: All four competitors will no doubt understand the magnitude of this opportunity, and I expect each of them to rise to the occasion accordingly.
Her voice softened just enough for the closing remarks.
Evelyn Hall: Lastly, on behalf of everyone here in SCW, I want to thank all of you watching for your time, your support, and your understanding as we deal with this unfortunate situation. And most importantly, I would like to wish Alicia Lukas a safe, speedy, and healthy recovery.
She offered one final professional nod to the camera.
Evelyn Hall: Thank you.
The camera lingered for a moment as Evelyn lowered her hands back to the desk, the office once again falling still before the segment faded out.
The sounds of “Hey You” by Nova Rockefeller play on the speaker and the fans in Staffordshire are once again graced with the presence of the self-proclaimed queen of SCW Victoria Lyons followed closely as always by her fiance and consort Darian Price.
Lunam: Well, we saw the queen compete earlier against Bea Barnhart, but it appears she has some more on her mind here tonight.
Once in the ring Victoria wastes no time demanding a microphone.
Victoria Lyons: So we are just mere weeks away from Into the Void, where I will compete against both Crystal Zdnuich and Mercedes Vargas for the vacant Bombshell World Championship. Mercedes Vargas in particular seems to forget who the queen is because she thinks the queen abdicated, but Kayla Richards wasn't the queen. I am, I always have been and you're right about one thing every Kingdom needs its ruler, but it's going to be the real queen, it's going to be me who takes her rightful place on top. I am undeniable and I am inevitable. Crystal and Mercedes….
Suddenly Victoria is interrupted when Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio plays as Cleo Phillips the manager of Zayvion Lyons begins making her way out to the ring. She gets her own microphone when she gets there.
Simone: Well, Cleo Phillips is the manager of Victoria's cousin Zayvion, but what does she want with Victoria?
Victoria Lyons: Cleo? What are you doing here? This doesn't concern you. Shouldn't you be preparing my cousin for his championship match?
Cleo Phillips: Relax I ain't out here to fight. I just want to talk to you, and don't you worry about Zay, he'll handle his business with Logan you ain't got to worry about that.
Victoria Lyons: Talk to me about what?
Cleo Phillips: I want to talk to you about your upcoming World Bombshell Championship match. You do realize how important this is for all of us at the Lyon's Den right?
Victoria Lyons: Of course I know how important it is.
Cleo Phillips: Do you really? Because I don't think you understand that when you win that world championship, you represent all of us and as someone, the only one who's brought World Championships to the Lyons Den in recent years, I think you should listen to me because I can see it in your eyes Victoria. You think you've already won.
Victoria Lyons: So what are you saying? You think I can't win?
Cleo Phillips: No, quite the opposite, I know you can win. Look Victoria, I'll keep it real with you, I've never liked you, I don't like you now, but I do have respect for you and I do have respect for your family. For what it's worth you stayed true to yourself and you go out there and you give it your all every time. I don't like how you always do it but I can respect the game. But I don't thank you understand what it means to be a world champion or what it really takes.
Victoria Lyons: I've held championships in this company before Cleo I'm the longest reigning Bomb….
Cleo interrupts.
Cleo Phillips: The longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion of all time, we know. But are you going to continue to rest on your past accomplishments or are you going to look to your future and bring home that world championship to the Lyons Den for us? Because you know what? As good as you are, you haven't been to the top. Mercedes has, and Crystal has.
Victoria Lyons: And I've beaten them both before. There is nothing that's going to stop me from becoming the next Bombshell World Champion. I am going to…
Before she can finish Cleo slaps Victoria square in the face, causing the crowd to cheer.
Cleo Phillips: ENOUGH WITH THE EGO BULLSHIT. YOUR EGO IS WHAT'S GOING TO GET IN YOUR WAY. YOU NEED TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY MORE SERIOUSLY. YOU WINNING THAT CHAMPIONSHIP REPRESENTS ALL OF US AT THE LYON'S DEN. COACH KAISER, ZAYVION, ALEXANDER,....EDDIE….
The crowd pops for Eddie's name.
Cleo Phillips: ... SO DROP THE EGO BULLSHIT, AND WIN US A FUCKING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.
Victoria rubs her face and stares at Cleo for a minute before a smile grows on her face and she starts laughing and then exits the ring with Darian still laughing as she makes her way to the back.
And the ring Cleo watches and a smile appears on her face as well with a slight nod and she makes her exit.
The camera shot has turned to the camera person who is focusing on Bea Barnhart in her dressing room. We see that Bea is already dressed in her wrestling attire and the look on her face tells us that she is ready for her match to open this edition of Climax Control.
Bea: I am in the opening match at this event and I am facing off against Victoria Lyons. This match is not a problem for me as I am prepared to get the win over Victoria and I assure everyone that she will not be mentally able to accept her loss to me.
Bea puts some things away in the dressing room before she walks out of the dressing room and into the hallway. The backstage person assigned to Bea informs her to follow them to get to the staging area for her entrance. As Bea is walking down the hallway the camera person stays focused on her while she comments on her upcoming match while heading for the staging area.
Bea: Just so show everyone what a good person I am I will not demean and torment Victoria before our match starts. I remind Victoria, and everyone else watching right now, that Bill and Iris will not be in the area where the wrestling ring is located. I do not have any friends or fellow wrestlers who will be watching the ring and ringside area to keep attackers away from me. I do ask Victoria if she would wean herself off of having Stable Mates and friends interfere in her matches to attack and distract me. And, yet, that nonsense has happened many times in the past so I hope we will be able to watch Victoria obey the rules, prevent interference in the match, and take the loss to me with a smile on her face.
The backstage attendant informs Bea to be ready to make her entrance as it will occur shortly. Bea thanks the backstage attendant for the heads up.
Bea: It is showtime everyone! Please enjoy my match against Victoria Lyons. Enjoy watching me totally destroy her in our match. When my hand is raised in victory cheer loudly for me. Thanks everyone!!!
The arena buzzes with anticipation, a low electric hum rippling through the crowd as the lights dim and a spotlight carves through the darkness. The entrance stage glows, and the first notes of Victoria Lyons’ music hit like a pulse through the speakers.
Lunam: Listen to that reaction! Victoria Lyons is here, and you can feel the energy shift!
Simone: She’s not just a competitor, Lunam, she’s a storm waiting to break. And tonight, Bea Barnhart might be standing directly in its path.
The arena lights dim as Hey You by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage. She has her pet Darian on a leash as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen. She makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist and thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and Bea Barnhart exits from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring, leaping up into a corner, then executing a backflip and landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.
Simone: Bea Barnhart thrives in chaos. She’s unpredictable, scrappy, and downright dangerous.
Lunam: And let’s not forget she’s got multiple ways to end this match. Victoria better stay sharp.
Bea climbs into the ring, stepping through the ropes with a deliberate calm. She locks eyes with Victoria immediately. No hesitation. No fear. Just tension. The bell rings.
DING DING DING!
They circle each other slowly at first, both women measuring distance, reading movement. Victoria makes the first move, stepping forward quickly and locking into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Bea responds instantly, shifting her weight and turning it into a tight side headlock. Victoria pushes forward, driving Bea toward the ropes, but Bea plants her feet and wrenches the hold tighter.
Lunam: Strong control early from Bea!
Victoria bends her knees, then shoots Bea off the ropes. On the rebound, Victoria ducks a clothesline attempt and snaps off a basement dropkick to Bea’s knee, forcing her to stumble forward. Victoria springs up, grabs Bea, and launches her with a crisp belly-to-belly suplex that echoes through the ring. The crowd pops as Bea rolls, clutching her back. Victoria does not waste time. She charges and delivers a sharp running knee strike to Bea’s side, folding her over. A quick cover.
ONE!
Kickout. Bea shoves her off, irritation flashing across her face.
Simone: That’s the thing about Victoria, she doesn’t let you breathe. It’s constant pressure.
Victoria goes to pull Bea up, but Bea fires back with a sudden atomic drop, sending Victoria hopping awkwardly. Bea follows it immediately with a stiff round kick to the side of the head, snapping Victoria sideways.
Lunam: That’ll change momentum real quick!
Bea capitalizes, grabbing Victoria by the arm and whipping her across the ring. On the rebound, clothesline, flipping Victoria inside out. Bea drops to a knee and drives a knee shot into Victoria’s ribs, then another, grinding her down. Bea smirks, dragging Victoria up by the hair and snapping her down with a quick arm drag, transitioning seamlessly into a grounded position while targeting the arm.
Simone: Now Bea slows it down, this is her comfort zone.
Victoria tries to fight up, but Bea drives a knee into her shoulder and twists the arm again. Victoria grits her teeth, then surges forward, rolling through and popping up, Step-Up Enziguri! The kick cracks against Bea’s skull, sending her staggering backward into the ropes. Victoria sprints, springboard dropkick! Bea is launched backward, collapsing to the mat. The crowd roars as Victoria kips up, adrenaline surging.
Lunam: What a sequence!
Victoria grabs Bea and hoists her up, holding her vertically in a stalling suplex. The crowd counts along, one… two… three… before she finally drops Bea flat on her back. Victoria rolls through, hits the ropes, and flips backward into a backflip corner elbow as Bea tries to rise in the corner. The impact crushes Bea against the turnbuckles. Victoria drags her out, sunset flip!
ONE
TWO!
Kickout!
Bea rolls through and immediately stomps down, catching Victoria across the chest with a heavy foot. She yanks her up and whips her toward the ropes again, but this time Bea ducks low and launches her upward, Hip Attack! Victoria spins midair from the impact, crashing hard.
Simone: That’s one of Bea’s nastiest weapons, pure force and timing!
Bea is not done. She hauls Victoria up and throws her throat-first across the top rope, grabbing her head, Dog Bite! Bea jumps over the rope, snapping Victoria’s neck against it. Victoria recoils violently, collapsing to the mat clutching her throat.
Lunam: Oh, that was brutal!
Bea slides back in, stalking her opponent. She lifts Victoria and plants her with the Bea Bulldog, driving her face-first into the canvas. Cover.
ONE
TWO!
Victoria kicks out! Bea slams the mat in frustration.
Simone: She thought that was it!
Bea drags Victoria to the center and begins targeting the legs, twisting, stomping, wearing her down. She steps through, The Pretzel! The Figure Four Leglock is locked in tight. Victoria screams, arching her back as the pressure builds.
Lunam: This could be it! Victoria’s in serious trouble!
Bea leans back, increasing the torque. Victoria claws at the mat, her hands stretching desperately. The crowd rallies behind her, clapping rhythmically. Victoria grits her teeth, using her upper body strength to shift her weight, slowly… slowly… She rolls it over! Now Bea screams as the pressure reverses.
Simone: Great counter! Now Bea’s feeling it!
Bea scrambles, releasing the hold and rolling away, clutching her knee. Both women struggle to their feet. Victoria strikes first with a forearm smash! Bea fires back with one of her own. Victoria again, Bea again. The strikes escalate, faster, harder. Victoria ducks a swing and delivers a vicious axe kick to Bea’s back, dropping her to a knee. She follows with a sharp soccer kick to the chest that echoes through the arena. Victoria grabs Bea, lifting her up, The Cleansing! Tiger Thunder Driver! She drives Bea down with devastating impact.
Lunam: That’s her signature! This could be over!
Victoria covers.
ONE
TWO!
Bea barely kicks out! The crowd erupts. Victoria stares in disbelief for a moment, then nods to herself, determination sharpening her expression. She pulls Bea up again, spinning, Dead Revolution! The spinning forward slam connects perfectly, rattling the ring. Victoria does not go for the pin. Instead, she climbs the ropes, positioning herself on the top turnbuckle.
Simone: She’s thinking big here…
Bea stirs below, dazed. Victoria leaps, Nova Burst. But Bea rolls out of the way at the last second! Victoria crashes hard, the air knocked from her lungs.
Lunam: Nobody home!
Bea seizes the opportunity. She grabs Victoria from behind and locks in a tight sleeper hold.
Simone: Sleeping Pill! She’s trying to choke her out!
Victoria struggles, her movements frantic at first, then slower. Her knees buckle. The referee checks her arm.
Once… it drops.
Twice… it drops.
The crowd roars, trying to will her back. Third time. Victoria jerks her arm up! She surges backward, slamming Bea into the corner.
Once. Twice. A third time and Bea releases the hold. Victoria spins hitting, Lyoness Roar DDT! She spikes Bea headfirst into the mat. Both women lie still for a moment, the crowd on their feet. Victoria crawls, draping an arm over Bea.
ONE
TWO!
NO! Bea gets her shoulder up!
Lunam: How did she survive that?!
Victoria sits up, exhausted, sweat dripping down her face. She pulls herself up using the ropes, then drags Bea toward the corner. She climbs again, slower this time. Bea begins to stir. Victoria steadies herself, then leaps again hitting, Nova Burst! This time it connects perfectly, crashing down onto Bea with explosive force. Victoria hooks the leg.
ONE
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings. The crowd erupts into thunderous applause.
Simone: What a match! What resilience from both women!
Lunam: Victoria Lyons proves once again why she’s one of the most dangerous competitors in this division, but Bea Barnhart pushed her to the absolute limit!
Victoria rolls off, breathing heavily, staring up at the lights as the referee raises her hand. Bea lies nearby, slowly recovering, the toll of the battle evident on both of them. It is not just a match. It is a war.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Harper Mason standing by with Joshua ahead of her latest encounter with Mercedes Vagas.
Harper: So, first match back since I got that concussion from my former best friend Cassie Wolfe and I’m up against Mercedes? Like I said on Twitter, some things never changed!
Joshua: All while we wait for news on the Roulette Title Situation after what happened to Alicia last week.
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: Look, me and Alicia have never been friends to put it bluntly, the fact that she came back to SCW specifically to kick my ass has something to do with it! That said? I wouldn’t wish that brutal an attack on anyone, much less a Hall of Famer like Alicia so, from one Professional Wrestler to another? I hope you get back on your feet soon Alicia.
Joshua: Same.
Harper: And Mercedes? Tonight, I’m spoiling your victory parade about being in contention for the World Bombshell Title by getting the win over her tonight! And as for the Roulette Title? I’ll see how that goes but for now? I’ve got a match to win.
Harper and Josh walk off as the scene fades.
Lights up on the ring. The crowd is still buzzing from last weekend’s main event. Mercedes steps out onto the entrance ramp, mic in hand, eyes locked on the stage. Ring announcer Justin Decent grabs his mic at ringside.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SCW Hall of Famer… Mercedes Vargas!
Mercedes strides down the ramp as “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blasts on the PA system. The crowd delivers a mixed roar of boos and cheers.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas hits the ring right after Evelyn Hall drops that bombshell. Kayla's out injured, the World Bombshell Championship is vacant, and now it's Crystal Zdunich, Victoria Lyons, and Mercedes in a Triple Threat for the gold at Into the Void XV in Osaka.
Lunam: Belinda, we’ve already had one Bombshell story implode this week. The division's in shambles—suspensions, injuries, egos exploding everywhere. Mercedes has been preaching discipline all week. Let's see if she addresses this head-on.
Mercedes smirks as she raises her mic and waits for her music to die down.
Mercedes: You know, they always say SCW is a place for opportunity. But opportunity doesn't mean a damn thing without the discipline to seize it… or the composure to shut up and work.
She continues her slow walk down the ramp, then circles the ring, eyes locked on the stage.
Mercedes: So... Evelyn Hall just made it official. Kayla Richards is injured, the World Bombshell Championship sits vacant, and at Into the Void XV, it's gonna be me, Crystal Zdunich, and Victoria Lyons fighting for the crown this division desperately needs. Suspensions. Injuries. Egos. A title with no champion. And everyone suddenly scrambling to prove they’re next in line including Victoria Lyons and Crystal Zdunich.
She stops near a turnbuckle, steps up, and looks out over the arena.
Mercedes: Let me ask you something, Victoria Lyons.
Pausing, she offers a faint smile, slides under the bottom rope, then rises to her feet. She brushes off her knees, scans the arena, and steps toward the center of the ring, turning to face the stage.
Mercedes: Remember that X post on March 23rd? ‘I don’t need to earn my opportunity—I’ve already earned it’?
Mercedes shakes her head once, chuckling under her breath as she steps onto the middle rope, looking up the ramp. She leans one elbow against the top rope, adopting a relaxed but cutting posture.
Mercedes: Yeah, I'm sure you remember that post. You know what I remember? I remember 2024. You tore through the roster that year. Eleven wins, three losses. Winning Queen for a Day. Bombshell Roulette Champion. World Mixed Tag Team gold with Eddie Lyons. You even pulled off a rare double: Future Star and Most Hated Wrestler. You were everywhere. You did earn it. That part? That’s true.
She steps down, faces the crowd, and slowly raises her eyebrows, as if inviting them to agree with her.
Mercedes: But then the story changed.
Mercedes starts pacing lightly around the ring, one hand on her hip, the other holding the mic.
Mercedes: The competition caught up with you. Last year, you got off to a hot start, but fizzled down the stretch, but, hey, at least you lucked your way into the Bombshell Internet Championship. This year? Started hot, now three matches without a win. Much of the same. You're still dangerous, sure. Still talented. Still controversial. But the aura of invincibility?
She pauses, then snaps her fingers once.
Mercedes: Gone. The only person who hasn’t figured that out is you, mamita. You're not the dominant force you were two years ago, Victoria. You’re the wrestler who talks about not needing to earn it… right before the audience starts to forget why they ever thought you were special.
She stops near the corner, leans back against the turnbuckle, and smirks.
Mercedes: You've spent the last year trying to talk like you’re still the same unstoppable woman from 2024. You had the momentum, the accolades, the noise. You earned the spotlight.
Mercedes pauses, then flips her hand dismissively, as if pushing all that history away.
Mercedes: But that was then, and this is now.
Mercedes holds up one finger as in a wait minute gesture.
Mercedes: Evelyn's putting us three in the ring to claim the World Bombshell Championship. Crystal wants her redemption after I stripped her rematch clause at Blaze of Glory. You, Victoria, want to tweet your way back to relevance. Me? I want order. Because this Triple Threat isn't a gift it's the consequence of everyone else's mess.
Mercedes slowly shakes her head again, then straightens up and steps toward the center of the ring.
Mercedes: You two can spin excuses, you can talk about who’s more deserving in a tweet, name-drop half the roster and celebrities like it’s a joke. But in Osaka, no politics, no posts just three women, one vacant title, and the truth. I've beaten Crystal at Blaze of Glory. I've outlasted you in our match two weeks ago, even though it will go down officially in the record books as a draw. When Evelyn named me to this triple threat, it wasn't luck. It was earned.
She pauses, looks up the ramp again, then lowers her voice just enough to make the crowd lean in.
Mercedes: So bring your redemption, Victoria. Bring your ego, Crystal. At Into the Void XV, the World Bombshell Championship picture gets restored… by the woman who's been preaching discipline while the rest of you broke the division.
She slowly raises the mic closer to her mouth.
Mercedes: And this time, when the ref raises a hand...
She mimics the ref raising a hand, then slowly drops her own, shaking her head.
Mercedes: it won’t be because you talked your way there.
She steps back, turns to the crowd, and gives a small, knowing smile.
Mercedes: It’ll be because you were finally quiet enough to get out of my way....bitch.
Mercedes drops the mic in the center of the ring with a clang, stares at it a beat, then looks up the ramp as her music hits. She slides out under the bottom rope, soaking in the mixed reaction from the crowd.
Simone: A triple threat match for the vacant World Bombshell Championship: Crystal Zdunich, Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas. Into the Void XV is three weeks away, Erik. Who claims gold in Osaka?
Lunam: I can't wait for this one. The top three challengers here in the Bombshell Division collide for the richest prize in SCW. And history gets made no matter who wins.
Simone: Can Crystal Zdunich reclaim gold for an unprecedented seventh World Bombshell Championship? Can Victoria Lyons complete the Bombshell Grand Slam? Or will Mercedes Vargas end her eight-year drought for a third World title and first since 2017, her 17th SCW championship, fifth Bombshell Triple Crown, and fourth Bombshell Grand Slam?
Mercedes strides up the ramp, glancing back defiantly as she vanishes pyro gold title graphic explodes on screen.
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Brittany turns slowly toward the camera with the kind of expression that suggests several people are already on thin ice.
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Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match will determine who will join Cassie Wolfe and Frankie Holiday in the Queen for a Day Ladder Match as the final participant! It’s former Bombshell Internet Champion Bella Madison vs. Zenna Zdunich!
Lunam: Bella made her return from her self-imposed hiatus a few weeks ago with an impressive win over Brittany Williams and if she earns her spot in the Queen for a Day Match it’ll be a great way for her to bounce back! Zenna meanwhile was set to face Alicia Lukas in a non-title match but the match was delayed and I must add that the postponement was BEFORE Alicia’s attack last week and as far as I’m aware they never got around to rescheduling it.
Simone: We hope to get an update on Alicia later on of course but for now let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Queen for a Day Qualifying Match!
The opening guitars of "Freeky People" by Kidneythieves hits. The lights start flashing red and purple as Zenna makes her way out to the ramp pulling the devils horns above her head. She smirks at the crowd before she runs down and slides into the ring and sits on her knees, savoring the sounds of appreciation from the crowd. She climbs up onto the top rope and pulls the horns in front of her face while her tongue hangs out and she yells like she's at a rock concert before she jumps off awaiting her opponent.
Justin: In the ring, from Halmstad, Sweden by way of New Orleans, Louisiana, ZENNA ZDUNICH!
Simone: Zenna has been impressive since arriving in SCW but she’s yet to crack the glass ceiling.
Lunam: Her relative Seleana fell in the first qualifier to Cassie so not only are the Queen qualifiers coming full circle but Zenna has a chance to do what Seleana couldn’t.
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena lights crash into total black.
A sharp crackle of red-and-silver static flickers across the video screen.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
Addie Nicole’s voice cuts through the darkness, raw and haunting.
A single red spotlight slashes across the stage.
Fog rolls in across the ramp.
Bella Madison steps into the light.
Her hood is up. Her head down. Arms at her sides. Her silhouette is sharp, black matte leather gear with crimson trim and silver-glitched detailing. No theatrics. Just presence.
On the screen behind her, her name glitches to life:
BELLA MADISON
BITE. YOUR. TONGUE.
Justin: Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!
“Metallic tranquility… the pain gets buried beneath…”
She begins her walk down the ramp. Controlled. Heavy with purpose. Every step deliberate, this isn’t performance. It’s confrontation.
She stops halfway down, head tilting up just slightly.
The beat drops. The lights shift, strobe pulses echoing like warning shots.
“I could destroy you with one line…”
At ringside, Bella circles the ring once, staring up at it like a battlefield.
She slides under the bottom rope, staying on one knee for a second, grounded, still, gathering the storm.
Then she stands.
“Just be human, fuck your pride… you’re addicted to the fight…”
She pulls back the hood. Her hair falls loose around her face.
Eyes fixed dead on the hard cam.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
Simone: Bella seems to be rejuvenated following her return but can she secure the final Queen for a Day spot for herself?
Lunam: That’s the question on everyone’s mind!
She mouths the words with steady conviction, a vow, not a lyric.
As the chorus fades, she steps to the center of the ring and raises three fingers.
No smile.
No pose.
No compromise.
Just Bella.
Exactly as she is now, Holly goes over the rules with both women before she calls for the bell.
Simone: And our second match of the night is on!
Lunam: This will be good!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Bella and Zenna meet in the middle of the ring and Zenna, being the taller of the women by three inches, has the advantage in the subsequent lock up as she backs up Bella to the ring ropes. Holly gets in position and applies a four count but Zenna breaks the lock up at one, backing up from Bella. The two women share a quick handshake after that before they start trading submission holds.
Simone: Good sportsmanship on display by both Zenna and Bella.
Lunam: Compared to what we saw from Cassie and Frankie in their qualifiers? I’ll take it!
Bella and Zenna proceed to exchange chain wrestling holds and counters while the crowd at Alton Towers eats it up and Holly watches on! Bella kips up out of a Zenna head scissor and the two blonde bombshells face off in a stalemate, earning applause. Bella subsequently tries to break the stalemate with a dropkick but Zenna swats it aside before yanking Bella up and hitting a Brainbuster!
Simone: Some impressive fundamentals on display from both women but it didn’t take long for the momentum to shift!
Lunam: And thanks to that momentum shift Zenna is in control of Bella!
Zenna floats over for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella gets the shoulder up! Zenna shakes her head before going for another pin, hooking the leg to be sure.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella still kicks out! Zenna decides to shift focus and stands up, picking up Bella as she does, and sets up the New Yorker for a Powerbomb! However Bella fires some shots at the Swede’s face before reversing it into a Hurricanrana and holding on for her own pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
And Zenna kicks out, launching Bella a few inches in the process. Bella is the first to her feet and Zenna soon follows, making the first move with a running clothesline attempt but Bella counters it with a DDT and another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: And Zenna kicks out again!
Lunam: That’s two pin fall attempts between Bella and Zenna and if there’s one thing clear, it’s that neither woman plans on making it easy for the other!
Zenna retreats to the outside following Bella’s second pin attempt but given Bella’s love for high flying, the fans are already rising in anticipation! Holly bends in between the top and middle ropes to try to get Zenna back into the ring. Bella seizes her opportunity, leaping clean over Holly for a Suicide Dive attempt! However Zenna catches Bella and goes to Powerbomb her onto the ring apron!
Simone: This could end very badly for Bella and she knows it!
Lunam: And on the other hand? It would end very well for Zenna!
Bella quickly realizes that she’s in danger and resorts to the tactics that worked well the first time Zenna tried to Powerbomb her: punch her in the face! And it works just as well as it did the first time as Bella hits Zenna with a Hurricanrana again though this time Bella doesn’t bother holding on for the pin because she knows that it’s not a Falls Count Anywhere Match! Bella then climbs up on the apron and waits for Zenna to get up before hitting a running dive and this time, Zenna can’t counter it!
Simone: Bella narrowly averted disaster there and delivered on her promise to the fans with that dive!
Lunam: I’m not sure who was more nervous after Zenna went for that second Powerbomb, her fans or her mother and former SCW Bombshell Laura Phoenix!
Bella realizes she’s in danger of a double count out and rolls Zenna back into the ring before following her in, barely beating Holly’s count in the process! Though with that said, Bella still forces Holly to go for another count as she goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zenna kicks out! Rather than follow that up with another pin attempt Bella drags Zenna to the middle of the ring and calls for the Second Gen, her Phoenix Splash finisher. Bella heads to the top rope but when she goes for the move Zenna rolls towards the turnbuckle! Bella manages to roll to her feet but charges right into a Superkick from Zenna and another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out! However, Zenna decides to end it!
Simone: Zenna’s called for the Fatal Kiss!
Lunam: Can she hit it?
Zenna grabs Bella’s arms for the Glam Slam but Bella fights it mid-air, managing to get an arm loose and counter the Glam Slam with the Snapmare Driver mid-air!
Simone: NEURO MUTILATION! BELLA HIT THE TRIBUTE TO HER FATHER!
Lunam: Zenna is out, stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Bella goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Bella Madison!
Simone: Bella is now the third and final entrant in the Queen for a Day Ladder Match, joining Cassie Wolfe and Frankie Holiday!
Lunam: That will be an intense match!
Bella celebrates her win while Holly checks on Zenna.
Alexandra waited until Bella had arrived backstage, seeing her coming off a victory in the Queen of a Day qualifier over Zenna Zdunich, she allowed her a few moments of congratulations from others around the backstage area before she nodded. Once she was done, Alexandra made her way over and nodded.
Alexandra: From last year's Queen, congratulations. I hope you get all the way to the crown. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with your Queen for a day. Hopefully you’ll do better than I did, with peoples voices in my ear.
Bella: I think people know better than putting voices in my ear after all this time. But thanks Ally, I’m just hoping that I can win it and make you and our even previous queen proud.
Alexandra: Bella, if there’s anyone involved in this tournament who is everything that crown stands for, it’s you.
She gives her a soft smile as Bella returns one.
Bella: Well here’s hoping my one day rule goes well, if and when that day comes. But something tells me you aren’t here to just wish me good luck. Is everything okay with the wedding planning? I remember how stressful it was and that was during Covid times so I’m sure you can imagine.
Alexandra: Oh I won’t say it’s not stressful. It is. Very. But no, I have a few things in mind we need to talk about, but not out in the open. I will, however, extend the invitation to you and your family to the wedding. The other thing needs to be out of the reach of prying eyes. Let’s just say, I have a proposition for you.
Bella: Of course we’d love to be there, mom too. She has been patiently waiting for the date but how about we walk and talk away from said prying eyes.
Bella glances at the cameras briefly before nudging Alexandra to follow.
Our cameras switch to the back as we see LJ Kasey making his way down the hall. We hear a pop from the crowd at Alton Towers pop for another local lad, smiling brightly as he passes by a few of the stage hands.
As he passes by a few give him a fist bump. He stops quick for a moment reaching into his back pocket and hands it off to one of them.
LJ: Mike, mate. You left your phone in catering again.
Stagehand: Thanks LJ.
LJ: Anytime. How close am I to the GM’s office?
Stagehand: About 3 more doors to the right. Got called to the principles office?
LJ: Just asked to stop by, not sure what’s going on. I’ve been pretty good lately...
Stagehand: Minus going after Brandon?
LJ: I do believe the saying is ‘Don’t start shit..won’t be shit.’. Either way, if you see me missing half my ass when I get out of there, you’ll know why.
LJ waves as he continues down the hall and steps in front of the door, and takes a deep breath, lifting his hand and giving it a quick knock. From inside, the polite but firm voice of the General Manager can be heard…
Evelyn Hall: Come in!
The office door opens and LJ steps inside of the office, shutting the door behind him without being asked. Evelyn stands up from where she was seated behind her desk and offers LJ a smile. And even from the distance across the office, her stature is both impressive as well as imposing.
Evelyn Hall: LJ, thank you for coming. Please.
She gestures toward the chair across from her desk, inviting him to take a seat.
Evelyn Hall: Before we begin, I’ve seen that expression before. You are not in trouble so please don’t look like someone is about to deliver some dreadful news.
LJ loosens up a bit and smiles.
LJ: Well it’s not every day you get called to the office but not told why. Couldn’t help it, sorry. I thought maybe after making a point to Brandon that well...I’ve heard stories. It wasn’t exactly how I wanted to win last week either.
Evelyn smiles.
Evelyn Hall: Perhaps not, but the simple fact is that you did win. And it is one of the reasons why I asked you here. First of all, I wanted to congratulate Alexandra and yourself on your engagement. If there is anything that I can do, please let me know. And second, this concerns your match for next week.
Evelyn picks up a leather folder and opens it, turning it around and sliding it across the desk in front of LJ.
Evelyn Hall: A win over Alexander Raven no matter the circumstances is no simple feat. And I believe in rewarding achievements. Next week we will be in Copenhagen, Denmark for the ‘Going Home’ show and what better way to prepare for Into the Void XV than by Main Eventing yourself and Alexander Raven for the World Heavyweight Championship?
LJ blinks and shakes his head for a moment looking completely shocked.
LJ: But wouldn’t that put my brother’s match at Into the Void in jeopardy? I mean, I’m not saying no but Miles has busted his ass for that chance. But on the off chance that lightning strikes twice with beating Raven…
Evelyn Hall: The floodgates open.
She answers.
Evelyn Hall: If lightning indeed strikes twice and you win the World Championship, your match against Brandon Hendrix would become the World Heavyweight title defense. Then, depending on that particular outcome… lightning striking twice and all, it would mean your brother would be due his guaranteed World title opportunity. By proxy as the former champion, Alexander Raven would have his due. And, oh yes!
Evelyn tilts her head with a bit of a coy smile.
Evelyn Hall: By stipulation of his contract, your brother-in-law Carter would be owed his rematch as well.
LJ: That’s a lot but I have never once backed down from a challenge and I’m sure as hell not about to start now. I appreciate the chance, more than you know.
Evelyn Hall: Another reason you’re getting this opportunity. You appreciate what you’re given as opposed to simply expecting it. Good luck.
Both LJ and Evelyn stand up, signifying the end of their meeting. LJ is the first to offer his hand in a gesture of respect and gratitude to which the GM accepts and shakes. LJ offers one last appreciative smile before taking his leave from the office.
QUEEN FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH
CASSIE WOLFE vs FRANKIE HOLLIDAY vs BELLA MADISON
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, she is the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh applauds his charge from the outside as they wait her opponent.
Justin: And her opponent…
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring (or depending on where Mercedes is when the ring announcer begins the introduction, Coming down the aisle, About to enter the ring, or Currently in the ring), from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes.
DING DING DING!
Vargas steps forward as does Mason and Vargas then begins to taunt and mock Mason over her failed friendship with Cassie Wolfe and raises both hands up and makes the boo hoo motion, which Mason shakes her head and fires back at Vargas with some insults and showing that she doesn’t care and Vargas shakes her head before Mason steps forward into Vargas’ space and they begin to brawl.
Simone: Vargas steps forward and right off the bat mocks Mason for the falling out she had with Cassie Wolfe.
Lunam: I wouldn’t call it a falling out more…a one big F you to their friendship and turned on her, but Vargas looks to use that to her advantage and get in some mind games.
But Mason quickly gets the upper hand, as she hammers Vargas with forearm shot after forearm shot, as she then grabs Vargas and drags her down to the mat where she continues to fires in forearms and punches, as the ref demands Mason to get off her but Mason continues pound on Vargas as she unleashes her frustration on her, as Vargas gets her legs up around Mason’s waist and twists and counters and rolls Mason onto her back, where Vargas now fires in some punches on Mason.
Lunam: Mason fires back with the insults before getting into Vargas’ space and they then begin to brawl before Mason gets the upper hand and hits multiple forearms shot before taking Vargas down to the mat and continues hitting Vargas.
Simone: Vargas tries to cover up the best she can, while the ref demands Mason to back off. She ignores them and vents on Vargas.
Lunam: Vargas counters and returns the favour.
As the ref this time tells Vargas to get off Mason, but Vargas’ punches get harder and wilder, as the ref then begins to count and gets to four and then moves to Vargas to move her off Mason, as she then stops and wraps her hands around Mason’s throat, as Mason tries to free herself, as the ref moves in and grabs at Vargas’ hands to break the grip. Mason grabs at her hands, as she manages to shuffle up a little and Mason gets one leg up then and then the other, where wraps it around Vargas’ neck and she locks in a headlock and grabs Vargas’ arm and locks in an arm bar, which breaks Vargas’ grip around Mason’s throat. Mason cranks on Vargas’ arm, however, Mason fails to see how close they are to the ropes, which Vargas grabs the bottom rope and the ref moves in and begins to count…
Simone: This time the ref is admonishing Vargas for her punches, as the ref moves in to remove Vargas, Vargas doesn’t move and instead wraps her hands around Mason throat. The ref once more is demanding Vargas to release, as Mason seeks to hint for a way out.
Lunam: Mason gets her legs up and forces Vargas back before grabbing her arm for an arm bar.
Simone: But with them being quite close to the ropes, Vargas manages to grab the bottom rope and Mason hasn’t to release.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Mason reluctantly releases and rolls away, while Vargas scrambles to the corner holding her arm, as Mason makes her way to her feet and moves to where Vargas is and begins to stomp on her in the corner a few times, as she ref tells her to back on, which Mason does and she backs off and moves to the corner opposite and she rushes in and she looks for a cannonball onto Vargas, but Vargas moves and Mason hits nothing but ropes and turnbuckle.
Lunam: She releases after three before making her way to feet, as Vargas quickly moves to the corner, but her recovery is short lived as Mason moves in and begins to stomp on Vargas a couple of times before backing away and then rushes in and goes for a cannonball but Vargas moves and Mason ends up in the corner and hitting the turnbuckle with her back.
Mason lays on the mat holding her back, as Vargas makes her way back to her feet, where she moves to the prone Mason and begins to stomp on her a couple of times before bending down, where she grabs Mason and drags her up to her feet and fires in a forearm across Mason’s back and Mason arches her back and moves away from Vargas and toward a corner, but Vargas follows her before bringing a foot up against Mason’s throat and begins to choke her. The ref moves in quickly and gets to five before Vargas releases her illegal chokehold and she smiles at the ref, as Mason drops to a knee, as she coughs a little as Vargas then grabs Mason by the hair and drags her up, where she then tosses her across the ring.
Simone: Vargas moves to her feet, as she gives her arm a quick shake, as then moves in and stomps on Mason returning the favour. She then grabs Mason before clubbing her back. Mason moves away, but Vargas moves after her.
Lunam: Vargas flirts with the DQ as the ref gets to give before breaking. Mason drops to a knee, as Vargas grabs her and toss her across the ring like a rag doll.
Mason rolls away before slowly sitting up, as Vargas moves in and fires in a kick to Mason’s spine and Mason cries out, as Vargas grabs Mason by the hair once more and drags her to her feet and then hits the 2 to Tango/Tango for Two (Arm wrench followed by a hook kick to the face of an opponent).
Simone: Vargas isn’t done as she fires in a kick to Mason spine before dragging Mason up once more and hits the two to tango/tango for two.
Vargas drops down and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
TH-kickout!
Mason gets a shoulder up in time, as Vargas tries again…
Lunam: Vargas goes for a pin, but Mason kicks out just.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Mason kicks out again, as Vargas shakes her head and moves to her feet, where she grabs Mason once more and pulls her up and onto her hands and knees. Mason stays in that position as Vargas backs off and charges in as she looks for a curb stomp, but Mason drops and rolls away from Vargas and Vargas stomps the mat, as Mason quickly crawls to the ropes and grabs them ensuring safety.
Simone: Another pin, but against Mason kicks out. She grabs Mason and pulls her up to her hands and knees before backing away, as Vargas looks for a curb stomp, but Mason drops and rolls away to the ropes.
Vargas turns and glares at Mason and she moves in, but Mason demands the ref to keep Vargas back and the ref keeps Mason back. Mason stretches and then grabs the middle rope and pulls herself to a knee, as she checks her face before making her way to her feet. Vargas charges past the ref and charges at Mason and Mason gets an elbow up and catches Vargas. Vargas stumbles away before turning back towards and charges against as this time Mason hits the Into the Earth (Ripcord Roaring Elbow), which rocks and drops Vargas to the mat.
Lunam: Mason takes a moment to recover, as she stretches and checks her face before making her way to her feet, which Vargas charges in but is met with an elbow. Vargas tries again but Mason hits a ripcord roaring elbow and drops Vargas to the mat.
Mason momentarily drops to a knee, but she then grabs one of Vargas’ legs and she flips her onto her stomach before setting up and locking in a single leg Boston crab. Vargas grimaces in pain, as Mason cranks on Vargas’ leg. Vargas claws at the mat, as she hunts for a way out of the move before Mason releases and flips Vargas onto her back and she kicks Vargas’ thigh a few times before dropping down and traps Vargas’ leg before bending her leg awkwardly. Vargas once more grimaces in pain as she grabs at Mason’s hands trying to break her grip.
Simone: Mason then grab Vargas’ leg and locks in a Boston crab, as Vargas struggles with the pain, as Mason switches it up and she drops down on Vargas’ leg and tweaks her knee.
Vargas grabs at Mason’s hair, which the ref slaps her hand away, but it doesn’t stop Vargas from doing it again and Mason releases and quickly gets to her feet, where she kicks Vargas in the chest before grabbing her by the hair and drags her up, where she takes a few steps backwards and rush forward as she looks for The Breakdown (Running Knee Lift into Jumping Hangman's Neckbreaker), but Vargas dodges it and fires in a Be Still My Heart (Savate/Superkick).
Lunam: Vargas tries her best to escape, as Mason releases and she makes her way to her feet, where she kicks Vargas before looking to for the breakdown, but Vargas dodges it and she surprises Mason with a superkick.
Simone: But she doesn’t fully connect.
Vargas doesn’t get all of it, but it unsteadies Mason and Vargas fires in a knife edge chop, which Mason stumbles backwards towards the ropes before Vargas hits another one before grabbing Mason and she hits the RPM (Multiple revolution tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown), she quickly then follows up with the Cortina Roja|Red Curtain.
Simone: Mason in trouble here.
Lunam: Cortina Roja.
Simone: Simone chuckles at Lunam pronunciation of it…
Vargas goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Sorry… Mercedes picks up the win.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall…. Mercedes Vargas.
Vargas’ music hits over the p.a, as Vargas climbs off Mason, as Mason rolls away from Vargas and Joshua helps Mason from the ring, as the ref raises her arm in victory.
FATAL FOURWAY - VACANT BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
HARPER MASON vs BRITTANY WILLIAMS vs BEA BARNHART vs SELEANA ZDUNICH
Becoming almost a jump scare in its occurrence, Alexander Raven is standing inside the ring. No fanfare, no music or pageantry. As we come back to the ring, there he stands. Still conspicuous by its absence, the SCW Worlds Heavyweight Championship. Alexander Raven rubs the bridge of his nose a little, swinging a microphone in his other hand.
The crowd murmurs with discontent, but are a little more willing to hear out the man who in many eyes, made his choice on who he wanted to face at Into the Void. He casts a look around the crowd, a little more focus and a little more determination in his eyes than previously. Still dressed to the nines in a maroon coloured suit, heavy watch on wrist, black paisley print tie held in place with a classic black tie bar. Ever the image of a World Champion.
Alexander Raven: I have to confess. Things have started out just a little bit worse than I anticipated. I thought Alex Jones a better man than me. I thought him of sound mind. A man who knew that retaliation was the ever present threat for his actions. Jones stuck his nose into my affairs, and in turn. I stuck mine into his. As a result, I picked my opponent with my own actions. I made sure that come Into the Void it would be Miles Kasey standing across the ring from me. A smart choice, some might say.
The crowd murmurs not quite sure how to take the almost conceding Alexander Raven. There are a few murmurs, a few people trying to get negative and derogatory chants going, but for the most part the crowd is held in rapt attention. Hanging one very venom dripping word.
Alexander Raven: Congratulations, Miles. You are the first to get the opportunity to take the title away from me. I have been informed that I am required to have the prop on hand for that match. So it shall be. The only time anyone outside of my own household will be graced with the right to see the prop that they all hold with such love and affection, will be in that match. At Into the Void, the winner takes all. Miles puts the Internet Championship on the line against my Worlds Heavyweight Championship. A fitting image to be on hand at the end of the night. When I put my fucking boot in the mouth of that wastrel mongrel and hold high both of the championship belts.
This sets the crowd off, a cacophony of boos and dissent as they back their favourite in Miles Kasey. Anger and vitriol oozing out of the attending crowd of Alton Towers, as Alex lets a venomous smile creep across his face. Flickers of agitation in his eyes as he looks back and forth across the crowd. He strides forward before climbing the right most front turnbuckle, shouting hatred and nasty words back at the attending in the front row.
Alexander Raven: Make no fucking mistake, whether anybody likes it or not. I am your World Champion. I am the pinnacle of Sin City Wrestling. What I say, goes. What I do, goes. So I need you all to understand that this is a mercy killing. A mercy killing for the man so angry at me for taking the sex toy from the bedroom of him and Carter. That I made a choice, not because I was afeared of the other. No, I made a choice to take everything from that family. A promise I made way back when I first set my eyes on Carter. I would take everything he loves from him. The World Championship, the career of his husband, Miles Kasey, and now. I’ll take the last little bit of gold and acknowledgement that they have when I take back MY Internet Championship.
‘You screwed Carter’ chants echo and bounce around the now raucous crowd. Alex visibly spits at some of the attending members in the front row, their own vitriol fueling his own anger and intensity now. He takes out his wallet and throws some cash over his shoulder into the ring.
Alexander Raven: I know you’ll fine me for that behaviour, so there’s your fucking money Evelyn Hall you controlling little cunt.
Alex steps down the turnbuckle and turns towards the entranceway shaking his head. Visible frustration lining his face now, a quick change from the seemingly calm and focused demeanour of only a few minutes earlier. He slowly makes his way towards the ropes nodding a little to himself.
Alexander Raven: Hold onto my Internet Championship tight, Miles. I’m coming to take back the championship I made relevant again. The greatest Internet Champion will once again have his championship back, and when I do. I will stand here as the last ever Internet Champion, much like I am going to be the last ever SCW Worlds Heavyweight Champion. The last truth in a world full of broken liars and deceit. I am here to ensure that Sin City is revealed for everything it has always been. You’re just another worm in the path to revelation.
With this he drops the microphone over the edge of the ring onto the floor below. He reaches into his pocket and removes a small ring box. This clearly contained the grandiose and superfluous contendership ring he introduced a few weeks back. He looks at it and smiles, holding it up in the air as he exits from the ring. “Kafka” by Jinjer began to play through the PA system, signalling a brawl and fight free outing for the World Champion for the first time in months.
The crowd rains down with their discontent, but the fact remains. Into the Void will be a face off between Alexander Raven and Miles Kasey for both the World and Internet Championships, and the face of Sin City will be irrevocably changed forever. Alex makes a slow measured walk up the entranceway slowly making his way backstage. Badgering and barking at fans on either side of the entranceway as he goes.
We head backstage into the locker room of Miles Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter. Carter is preparing for his main event match by beginning his stretches and Miles is doing what husbands do...staring at Carter.
HBCarter: Stop it.
Miles: That’s never going to happen, love. Besides I know if I move so will you and we’re right back to the beginning of this conversation.
Carter stands up as does Miles and Carter wraps his arms around his husbands neck.
HBCarter: A vicious web we weave.
Miles: Just promise that you’ll be safe in your match and we can get tangled in it later?
HBCarter: Well...
Before Carter can answer the door opens and LJ Kasey steps in and stops.
LJ: I’d tell you two to get a room but I seem to be the one intruding.
HBCarter: That you are, and you have a way of doing that but it’s quite alright. I gotta go get some water before I go out.
Carter gives Miles a kiss before passing by LJ.
LJ: I am sorry.
HBCarter: No you’re not. Keep him entertained until I get back?
LJ: Oh with what I gotta tell him, entertained is not the word I’d use.
Carter raises his eyebrows.
HBCarter: Well, fill me in later.
He turns and blows a kiss to Miles before leaving the room and leaving LJ standing there, trying to figure out how to start.
Miles: So I heard you were called to the office about something. Was someone a bad boy?
LJ: No, not in trouble actually. ....the opposite. She ummm...needed to tell me something about next week.
Miles: Next week? The go home show?
LJ: Aye, that’s the one.
Miles looks at his half-brother with a quizzical look.
Miles: And you’re afraid to tell me because it has to do with what happened last week?
LJ nods slowly and Miles just sighs.
Miles: Go on.
LJ stands there for a moment before just taking a deep breath and letting it go.
LJ: Raven vs. Kasey part 2, for the SCW World Championship. I wanna make it clear that I did not ask, request or anything but she feels that as I got a win on that shit storm last week that I’ve deserved at least a chance at it and if it fucks things up at Into the Void, it’s gonna do it but I cannot pass this up and please tell me you are not pissed off at me because it’s the last thing I need considering you are gonna be my best man at my wedding and...
Miles just steps up and engulfs his brother in a hug which shocks LJ for a moment but the brothers hug and Miles pulls him away and looks at him.
Miles: Then you fucking take the match, kick his ass, become champ ...and if ya do, just know I’m whoopin your arse at Osaka instead of his.
Miles pats LJ on the shoulder and heads towards the door.
Miles: And then I’ll stand at your bloody wedding, if that’s what you want. Just no ridiculous tuxedo colours. That’s all I ask for.
LJ stands stunned for a moment and laughs brightly.
LJ: Oh, I was thinking a powdered blue with a nice ruffle shirt...
Miles: How bout you kiss my arse with that shit...
The roughhouse a bit as they make their way out the door and we head to the next part of our show.
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing a Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davis!
Liam enters the parking lot and holds up his nightstick. After he does that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to an official before going in the ring of cars and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle, waiting for his opponent to come out.
“Look in the mirror
The cobweb of my soul
On my face, forever
Seeking to be whole
Driven by passion
Raging like a storm
With thunder and lighting
And this hubris I was born”
Brandon Hendrix stands in the middle of the parking lot, “Anger’s Remorse”, He stares out to the jeering crowd, pointing to them before looking back at the cars, then tosses his arms up.
Justin: AND THEIR OPPONENT! FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE! BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN….. FUCKING…… HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!
“You can relight my fire
When our shame becomes the pale horse
The story's harboring a liar
But you're the seer, you can break the curse
For in the twilight of my years
I am nothing but anger's remorse”
Brandon looks around before he enters the ring of vehicles. Brandon stares at his opponent, and acknowledges the war that is coming. He takes his jacket off and hands it to the crew outside the ring. Brandon stands in his corner and tells his opponents to bring it.
The bell never rings, just the sharp clang of a car hood getting slammed somewhere in the distance as Brandon Hendrix steps forward across cracked asphalt, eyes locked on Liam Davis. The glow of a flickering streetlight casts long shadows between rows of parked cars, oil stains and broken glass crunching underfoot. Brandon looks calm, but there is something cold behind it, the kind of look that says he has already played this fight out in his head.
Liam circles near a dented pickup, hands up, bouncing lightly, trying to stay loose. He knows one clean shot from Brandon out here won’t just sting, it could drop him onto concrete. They collide near the center of the lot, locking up hard. Brandon immediately overpowers him, driving Liam backward step by step until his spine hits the side of a rusted sedan with a metallic thud.
Lunam: Brandon taking control early and this is the worst place for Liam to be trapped!
Simone: Nowhere to bounce, nowhere to hide. Just steel and concrete!
Brandon drives a fist into Liam’s ribs, once, twice, again, each shot dull and brutal without the give of a ring. Liam winces, arms dropping to protect his body, but Brandon grabs him by the wrist and hurls him across the lot.
Liam slams chest-first into the hood of another car, metal buckling under the impact. He staggers back only to get flattened as Brandon charges in, crushing him against it with a vicious clothesline. The car alarm explodes into noise.
Lunam: Good lord, he just crushed him into that car!
Simone: And the car’s screaming about it!
Liam stumbles away, barely upright. Brandon scoops him up like dead weight and launches him with a fallaway slam this time onto raw concrete. Liam hits hard, rolling instinctively, trying to create space, but there isn’t any. Just more pavement and Brandon closing in for the killshot. Brandon drops elbows into Liam’s skull, sharp, unforgiving, each one snapping his head against the ground.
Lunam: Those elbows are even worse out here!
Simone: There’s no canvas to soften that every shot is amplified!
Lunam: We’ve seen his brutal attacks on LJ Kasey and the attempted attack on Miles Kasey.
Simone: It’s only a matter of time before Brandon gets his just desserts.
Brandon grabs him again, lifting him high holding him up under that dim light for just a second, before tossing him overhead. Liam crashes near the curb, sliding against gravel and debris, gasping. He tries to crawl under a nearby SUV, but Brandon yanks him out by the ankle and drags him back into the open.
Lunam: Liam’s trying to escape, but Brandon is hunting him down!
Simone: This isn’t a match anymore, it’s a chase!
Brandon hauls him up onto the hood of a car, climbs up with him, and without hesitation, he hooks him and drops backward with a brutal superplex off the vehicle. Both men slam onto the pavement. The car’s windshield shatters behind them.
Lunam: SUPERPLEX OFF THE CAR!
Simone: That might’ve taken years off both their lives!
They lie there for a moment, the only sound the dying whine of the car alarm. Brandon starts moving first, pushing himself up, grabbing Liam, but as he tries to lift him again, Liam suddenly snaps alive. He shifts mid-lift, flips forward, and sends Brandon crashing onto the pavement with a hurricanrana that echoes across the lot.
Lunam: What a counter!
Simone: Liam just turned desperation into opportunity!
Brandon staggers up, stunned, and Liam strikes fast. A knee to the gut doubles him over, followed by a backbreaker right across Liam’s own knee, the crack of impact cutting through the night. Liam doesn’t stop, he spikes Brandon head-first with a brainbuster onto the concrete. Brandon’s body bounces slightly on impact.
Lunam: Brainbuster on the pavement!
Simone: That’s how you neutralize power, go straight for the spine and head!
Liam unleashes a flurry of kicks, sharp and precise, targeting legs, ribs, chest, then spins and cracks Brandon across the head with an enzuigiri that drops him to one knee. Seizing it, Liam grabs his arm and wrenches it into a Fujiwara armbar, right there on the asphalt, grinding his face and shoulder into the rough surface. Brandon grimaces, free hand slamming the ground, trying to crawl.
Lunam: Nowhere to grab, nowhere to escape!
Simone: He’s dragging himself across gravel just to survive!
Inch by inch, Brandon reaches out, fingers barely hooking the underside of a car. He pulls himself enough to break the hold. Liam doesn’t wait. He drags Brandon back, locks in an STF, planting his knee into his back and pulling hard. Brandon claws forward again, teeth gritted, face scraping pavement, until he grabs onto a tire iron slamming it over Liam's head forcing Liam to release. Liam is busted open and bleeding.
Lunam: That’s pure survival instinct!
Simone: But how much can he take on concrete?!
Liam yanks him up again but this time Brandon explodes. A right hook. A left jab. A knee to the gut. Then a vicious uppercut that snaps Liam’s head back onto the parking light of a car, breaking it.
Lunam: That came out of nowhere!
Simone: And that’s the danger, Brandon only needs a second!
Brandon surges forward, lifts Liam, and drives him down with a spinebuster, straight onto the pavement. The impact echoes. Both men are breathing heavy now. They rise slowly, trading punches between parked cars, each hit uglier than the last. Liam breaks the exchange with a sudden burst, grabbing Brandon and planting him face-first with a running bulldog onto the hood of a car. Metal crumples.
Lunam: Bulldog onto the car!
Simone: Liam refuses to stay down!
He hooks Brandon’s arms, setting up, but Brandon powers out, lifting him and slamming him again with another spinebuster, this time onto bare concrete. Brandon staggers back, leaning against a car for balance. Across from him, Liam barely stands, dazed. Brandon crouches and waits.
Lunam: You know what’s coming…
Simone: Nowhere to run. Nowhere to dodge.
Liam turns, and Brandon explodes forward, spearing him clean through, driving him into the side of a parked car so hard the door caves inward.
Lunam: SPEAR!!
Simone: He just folded him against steel!!
Liam collapses, lifeless, but Brandon isn’t done. He drags him away from the wrecked car, hooks him and drills him into the pavement with MAFIA. Liam doesn’t even bounce this time.
Lunam: That’s it!
Simone: It has to be!
Brandon drops over him, hooking both legs on the cold asphalt.
ONE!
TWO!
Liam barely kicks out.
Lunam: WHAT?!
Simone: HOW is he still conscious?!
Brandon stares down, shocked but it vanishes instantly. He grabs Liam again, locks in MAMA E PAPA, wrenching the crossface and sleeper in tight. Liam’s body goes limp then twitches his hand barely lifting before falling again. A nearby light flickers, headlights suddenly lighting up around them
Lunam: He’s fading!
Simone: He’s got nothing left!
The arm drops once, twice, on the third, it hovers. Liam just barely gets enough left in the tank to hold his arm up.
Lunam: He’s still fighting!
Simone: That’s pure instinct at this point!
Brandon releases immediately, dragging him up one final time. Hooked and lifted into the MAFIA. This time, the impact echoes into silence. Brandon rolls him over.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
No kickout. Just stillness. Liam is busted open, bleeding from the head and left crumpled on the ground.
Justin: Here is your winner! BRANDON “F’n” HENDRIX!
Lunam: It’s over.
Simone: It took everything but Brandon just survived an all out brutal war with Liam Davis.
Brandon rises slowly in the middle of the parking lot, chest heaving, sweat and grime mixing under the dim light. Around him, dented cars, shattered glass, and the wreckage of a fight that never belongs in a ring. Liam lies motionless where he falls, having pushed himself beyond limits that concrete makes unforgiving. Brandon stands there, victorious in the chaos, what waits next will be even worse. On the horizon, his battle with LJ Kasey.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Cassie, Riley and Krystal standing by with Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Cassie, tonight you face Chrystal ahead of her title match at Into the Void! And by Chrystal I mean Zdunich, not your half-sister.
Krystal rolls her eyes.
Krystal: If you ever wondered why I spell my name with a K? that’s why!
Cassie: At least you never had to team with her.
Riley: Would that be Krystal Squared?
Krystal: NO!
Cassie: NO!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: But with that said? I believe you have something else to say Cassie?
Cassie: I did mention that to Evelynn when I cooked this interview time but yeah, and it’s about Alicia’s attack from last week.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Oh?
Cassie: Does Harper really expect us to believe that she’s not responsible?
Rocky blinks.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Wait, what?!
Cassie: They’ve been at each other’s throats since Alicia came back to SCW and she expects us to believe that she didn’t attack Alicia to try to vacate the Roulette Title?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hold on, where were you during the attack? You were Alicia’s last challenger!
Cassie: Enjoying the rides.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: During the show?
Cassie: It was quieter!
Krystal: We were there with her!
Riley: Absolutely.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And can anyone without an obvious bias back you up?
Cassie pauses.
Cassie: Who the fuck cares! Just watch me kick ass! We’re done here!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
The crowd reacts with cheers as “Backyard Boogie” plays on the PA, and Zayvion Lyons makes his way out, alone without Cleo. He tags a few fans hands on his way to the ring, before requesting a microphone.
Zayvion Lyons: Stafforrrdshirreeeeee……
The crowd cheers.
Zayvion Lyons: What’s good?!
The crowd cheers again.
Zayvion Lyons: That's wassup. Now I didn’t come all the way over here to waste ya’lls time. I certainly ain’t one to hide from nobody. I’m one to look a man in the eye before we have to handle our business, and as we all know I have some business with our Roulette Champion Logan Hunter.
The crowd boos Logan's name.
Zayvion Lyons: So Logan, I told you last week I was gonna call you out, so let’s get this party started, come on out champ.
“Hope Castrated” hits the speakers and the SCW Roulette Champion Logan Hunter steps out alongside the Shields Sisters, Brooke is at the front of the group with a mic in her hands while Marissa follows with her arms crossed.
Brooke: CUT THE MUSIC!
Brooke slides into the ring and holds the middle rope down for her boyfriend Logan and older twin sister Marissa, Marissa retreats to a corner, apparently preferring to stay out of this for now while Logan gets in Zayvion’s face with the title held high.
Brooke: You think winning one ladder match means you’re worthy of calling the true Future Star of the Year out? PUH-LEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brooke rolls her eyes before she steps in between the two men, and quickly remembers how short she is.
Brooke: Okay, this is totally discriminating against us short folks!
Simone: Brooke realizes that Zayvion’s only three inches taller than her and Marissa, right?
Lunam: Yeah but they’re petite to boot so the height difference is more noticeable!
Zayvion Lyons: Aight look, I didn't come out here to talk to Logan's spokeswoman. I said I wanted to talk to the champ, but it looks like the champ is content to hide behind his girl. I called him out as the number one contender to his championship. I wanted to look him in the eyes and let him know what's coming for him. But it looks like he needs you to do his talking for him.
Brooke: SPOKESWOMAN?! I AM THE 2025 MANAGER OF THE YEAR AND………….
Logan: SHUT IT!
Brooke quickly shut up, not helped by the fact that Logan has taken the mic from her.
Logan: First of all? She is my manager and you treat her with the respect my Judas deserves.
Marissa: I’m pretty sure you don’t want to call your girlfriend that!
Logan: You can shut it as well!
Brooke takes a mic from a stage hand.
Brooke: Guess what Zay? I’m a package deal, I come with the greatest Roulette Champion ever and I don’t mean the bedroom!
Simone: She realizes that there are kids present, right?
Lunam: Not the dumbest thing she’s said yet!
Brooke: And unlike the old hag you drag around you? I get the job done!
Lunam: Yep, there it is!
Zayvion Lyons: Are you done? First of all Cleo's not the one you want to piss off trust me. However I can't speak on her bedroom skills because I ain't her type, let's just say you or your sister have a better chance with her than me.
Zayvion shrugs.
Zayvion Lyons: Is this what you're about Logan? Letting her speak for you? Because if you ask me that's not the makings of a champion. I mean I find myself on a whole new environment I'm still trying to learn some of the slang that use over here but there is one I know and I think it fits you well Logan, What was it again? Starts with A W? Oh yeah Wanker!
The crowd cheers and He's a Wanker chant starts.
Logan: QUIET! QUIET!
Marissa can be seen barely containing her laughter off to the side while Brooke glares at her.
Brooke: That’s not funny!
Marissa: You’re right, it’s hilarious!
Logan: Enough of this, EN GUARDE!
Logan swings with the hand holding his mic but Zayvion ducks and the two men start brawling, Brooke starts measuring Zayvion up for a cheapshot and charges………..right into a spear from Cleo!
Simone: First Tempest and now Cleo Phillips, Brooke’s mouth keeps getting her in trouble!
Lunam: At least she dies spectacularly!
The two men and Cleo disappear up the ramp while Marissa pulls her sister up and carries her to the back.
The screen opens in dramatic black and white. A handsome man in designer jeans stands in front of a bathroom mirror, twisting awkwardly as he tries to admire his own backside. He looks tired. Defeated. Unappreciated.
Voice Over: Has this ever happened to you? You wake up, get dressed, head out into the world, and spend the entire day carrying an absolute masterpiece with no support, no guidance, and no one to remind you of the burden of such greatness?
Miles Kasey enters the frame in full color, looking effortlessly confident. He is dressed sharp, championship-level polished, with the kind of grin that says he already knows he is the solution.
Miles Kasey: It used to happen to me all the time. I’d be halfway through my day, walking around with elite-level glutes, and nobody was there to say, “Miles, that backside is still doing incredible work. Take a moment. Reflect. Hydrate.”
The black-and-white man collapses dramatically onto a couch, sighing as if the weight of his own perfect silhouette has become too much to bear.
Voice Over: For too long, men with exceptional backsides have suffered in silence. Forgotten by ordinary apps. Ignored by basic technology. Forced to rely on memory alone.
Miles steps forward and holds up a phone. A gleaming logo appears on screen: THE BUTTLER. Soft angelic music plays.
Miles Kasey: Then I found The Buttler.
Cut to a sparkling app animation. The screen is absurdly elegant, with gold trim, a tiny bowtie icon, and a notification popping up.
Phone Notification: You have been carrying that backside with distinction for 3 hours. Hydrate.
The black-and-white man looks at his phone. His eyes widen. Color floods back into the scene. He sits up straight, suddenly renewed.
Voice Over: The Buttler is the revolutionary personal assistant app that does absolutely nothing except remind you that your rear excellence deserves acknowledgment.
Miles walks through a luxury hallway like he is entering an arena. He checks his phone and nods with approval.
Miles Kasey: Some apps track your steps. Some apps track your sleep. The Buttler tracks something far more important. Your commitment to hauling around greatness every single day.
Cut to Miles seated in a locker room. He crosses one leg over the other with exaggerated care as his phone buzzes.
Phone Notification: Reminder. Your posture has remained heroic. Your butt remains first class.
Miles Kasey: See that? Encouragement. Respect. Class. That’s what The Buttler brings to the table.
Cut to a fake testimonial setup. Miles now stands beside a marble pedestal displaying a phone like it is a priceless artifact.
Voice Over: With The Buttler, you get premium reminders tailored to the unique needs of the man with the perfect butt.
Fast cuts of notifications appearing on screen.
Phone Notification: That seat was lucky to have you.
Phone Notification: Pause for a moment. Greatness should never be rushed.
Phone Notification: You are not just sitting. You are presenting.
Phone Notification: Consider water. Legends require maintenance.
Miles points at the camera with the confidence of a man who has won matches and knows exactly how ridiculous this is.
Miles Kasey: I know what you’re thinking. “Miles, does it organize my schedule?” No. “Does it answer emails?” Absolutely not. “Does it connect to my smart home?” Don’t be stupid. It reminds you that your backside is elite and that, frankly, someone should be saying it.
Cut to a man at work in an office. He is staring blankly at a spreadsheet. His phone buzzes.
Phone Notification: Your cheeks have maintained executive presence all afternoon.
The man suddenly smiles, straightens his tie, and goes back to work with renewed purpose.
Voice Over: Confidence. Motivation. Pointless validation. It’s all right here in one completely unnecessary app.
Miles now lounges across an absurdly fancy chaise, one eyebrow raised, phone in hand.
Miles Kasey: As an SCW Superstar, I’m under pressure every day. In the ring, on the road, in the gym, at appearances. It takes focus to maintain this level of excellence. The Buttler helps me stay centered.
His phone buzzes again.
Phone Notification: Sir, your glutes continue to represent the highest standard.
Miles places a hand over his heart in mock emotion.
Miles Kasey: That means something.
Cut to a fake demonstration table. A serious-looking presenter in a lab coat stands beside Miles while charts appear on a screen, all of them completely meaningless.
Voice Over: In completely unverifiable trials, 100% of users reported feeling either more appreciated, more hydrated, or significantly more dramatic.
Miles gestures to one of the charts, which is labeled “Butt Morale.” The line shoots straight upward.
Miles Kasey: You can’t argue with science. Or whatever this is.
Cut to Miles walking in slow motion through a city street while strangers turn to look, though whether they are impressed or confused is impossible to tell.
Voice Over: Why spend another day wondering if your perfect butt is being properly honored? Why leave emotional support to chance when The Buttler can send a refined digital reminder straight to your pocket?
Miles stops, turns slightly toward camera, and gives a knowing smirk.
Miles Kasey: Excellence deserves staff. This is the least you can do.
The logo slams onto the screen again. Behind it, a montage shows Miles checking the app at the gym, backstage at SCW, in a coffee shop, and while standing in front of a full-length mirror with deeply unnecessary seriousness.
Voice Over: Download The Buttler today, and receive absolutely no bonus features, no practical tools, and no life-changing utility whatsoever.
A gold badge appears on screen: NOW WITH 17 NEW COMPLIMENTS.
Voice Over: That’s right. Sign up now and gain access to new reminders like:
Phone Notification: Even gravity is impressed.
Phone Notification: Rear view remains impeccable.
Phone Notification: Continue carrying that masterpiece responsibly.
Miles holds the phone up one last time.
Miles Kasey: I trust The Buttler. Because when you’ve got a backside this good, the last thing you need is humility.
He slips the phone into his pocket, adjusts his jacket, and starts to walk off. His phone buzzes once more. He stops and checks it.
Phone Notification: Miles, your presence has improved every chair in this building.
Miles Kasey: Damn right.
Voice Over: The Buttler. For the man who has everything, except a digital servant dedicated entirely to praising his perfect butt.
Screen fades out on the logo as overly grand orchestral music swells.
Referee Jacob Summers steps through the ropes and enter the ring to officiate the upcoming match.
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first!
Now The Walls Are Caving In, All The Lies You Said Are Resurfacing
Un Bon Souvenir by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie walks out, vibing to the heavy riff, she is soon accompanied by Krystal and the half-sisters share a fist bump.
Justin: Introducing, from Grenock, South Australia and being accompanied by Krystal Wolfe, she is The Judas Wolfe CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie marches down to the ring and rolls in stopping at the centre and assuming a kneeling pose while staring down her fans, she stands up straight as Krystal joins her and retreats to a corner.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe has had a real edge to her lately, and I think attitude change is putting the entire Bombshell division on notice. She has always been talented, but lately she has been carrying herself like she has something to prove and like she does not care who she has to step on to get there.
Lunam: Aye, there is a bitterness in her now, Belinda, and sometimes that makes a wrestler dangerous beyond reason. Into the Void XV is already loomn large for Cassie with that Queen For A Day match on the horizon, and a win here against a name like Crystal could do wonders for her confidence, even if I do not trust the way she goes about her business one bit.
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena fades to black and as it does we are treated to an old school vintage black and white Hollywood movie countdown.
5
4
3
2
1
As soon as it hits zero that’s the moment that two spotlights land on the curtain and we can see a red carpet being rolled to the ring and at the same time Mo Money Mo Problems by Notorious BIG begins to blast across the speakers.
A gathering of paparazzi stand in front of the curtains and they begin to snap photo after photo as they wait in anticipation for the star to come through the curtains. It isn’t that long until we see Crystal Caldwell walking through the curtain. Crystal strikes a pose as flashes from the cameras go off one after the other. The fans begin to roar with cheers and she smiles and slowly walks her way to the ring, slapping the outstretched hands. Crystal finally reaches the ring where she runs up the steps. She walks to the side of the apron before she throws a pose and jumps landing in a perfect split to enter into the ring.
Justin: Making her way to the ring! From Hollywood California, representing Mexico City, Mexico, she is the THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN Crystal Zdunich!
Crystal nods her head with a grin as she bounces about and waits for the match to begin.
Simone: Talk about pressure and opportunity colliding at the same time. Crystal is heading into Into the Void XV with a shot in the vacant world title match, and that means every single performance she turns in from this point forward matters. She cannot afford injuries, mistakes, or getting caught sleeping against someone as opportunistic as Cassie Wolfe.
Lunam: And that is what makes this fascinatin, aye. Crystal is one of the quickest and sharpest technical wrestlers in all of SCW, but she is also standin on the edge of somethin massive. The vacant world title match could change her career forever. Tonight is about momentum, and she would dearly love to stride into Into the Void XV with a victory over a dangerous young wolf.
Jacob Summers checks both competitors, backs away, and signals for the bell, but Cassie does not wait even half a heartbeat. She lunges across the ring before the opening bell, slamming Crystal backward into the nearest corner with a forearm smash to the jaw! The fans erupt in immediate boos as Cassie hammers away with wild fists and sharp shoulder thrusts into the ribs, driving Crystal into the buckles before she can even get her guard up. Krystal claps and shouts from ringside while Jacob rushes in, trying to wedge himself between them.
DING DING DING!
Simone: Oh come on! That is a cheap shot right out of the gate!
Lunam: Dirty as they come! Cassie knew exactly what she was doin there!
Cassie grabs a handful of Crystal’s throat and presses her hard into the turnbuckles as Jacob begins his warning.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Cassie finally breaks at four, throwing her arms out and complaining to Jacob as if she has done nothing wrong. She turns to argue, jabbing a finger toward the referee, and that single moment of distraction proves disastrous. Crystal explodes out of the corner, snatches Cassie by the arm and the back of the head, and yanks her into the opposite turnbuckles before unloading with a furious barrage of forearms, body shots, and sharp stomps to the midsection! The crowd roars as the Silver Screen Queen returns every bit of that opening ambush with interest, Jacob now having to pull Crystal back as Cassie covers up and squirms beneath the assault.
Simone: I said it before and I will say it again, Crystal is the last person Cassie should have tried to cheap shot! You do not poke that kind of pride and expect her not to come back swinging!
Lunam: Cassie woke the dragon there, Belinda! Crystal is all fire now, and the rookie is learnin the hard way that bein clever and bein in control are two very different things!
With the match officially underway, Crystal keeps the pressure on. She whips Cassie across the ring and catches her coming back with a beautiful tiltawhirl armdrag that sends Cassie skidding across the canvas! Cassie scrambles up only to eat a dropkick right in the chest that sends her through the ropes to the apron. Crystal wastes no time, slings herself toward the ropes and launches with a springboard armdrag, flipping Cassie clear to the floor in a stunning burst of athleticism that brings the audience to its feet. Cassie lands hard, slapping the floor in frustration as Krystal rushes over to regroup her.
Simone: Crystal looks incredible right now! Fast, crisp, and completely in command!
Lunam: Cassie was lookin to bend the rules early, but Crystal is makin this a proper sprint and that suits her beautifully!
Jacob starts the count while Crystal paces inside the ring, pointing out toward Cassie with a confident grin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Cassie milks the count, glaring up at the ring before sliding in low at five and immediately trying to cut Crystal off with a chop to the knee. The strike lands and changes the rhythm at once. Cassie follows with a snapmare, a basement dropkick to the spine, and then a vicious DDT that plants Crystal near center ring. Hook of the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Cassie sits up fast, annoyed, then drags Crystal to her feet by the hair despite Jacob’s warnings. She whips Crystal toward the ropes and leaps for a hurricanrana, but Crystal cartwheels through and comes up standing to a big cheer! Cassie spins around in disbelief and gets nailed with an enziguri that snaps her head sideways. Crystal follows with a snapmare and a running kick to the back, then bounces off the ropes into a handspring standing moonsault!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Smell The Roses almost ended it right there!
Lunam: And Cassie looked rattled, she truly did! Crystal is chainin these attacks together so smoothly!
Cassie uses the ropes to pull herself to the apron and then deliberately drops to the floor again, shaking her head and waving Crystal off. The crowd rains boos down as Cassie backs away, demanding space and trying to slow everything to her own pace. Crystal leans over the ropes, shouting after her, while Krystal whispers strategy into Cassie’s ear. Cassie rolls back in, circles for a moment, then slips right back out as Crystal closes the distance, drawing even louder jeers.
Simone: Oh, that is classic heel behavior right there. Every time Crystal gets rolling, Cassie finds an exit.
Lunam: She is buyin time, catchin breath, and lookin to frustrate the favourite. It is smart in its own way, but the crowd can see right through it!
Back in the ring, Cassie suddenly pounces with a thumb to the eye while Jacob is out of position. Crystal stumbles blindly and Cassie hits a nasty swinging neckbreaker for another near fall.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Cassie snarls and drives boots into Crystal in the corner, stopping only at Jacob’s command.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
She drags Crystal out and lands a fisherman suplex with a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Now sensing Crystal beginning to fade, Cassie races to the top rope, balancing with catlike precision before launching a moonsault. Crystal gets the knees up at the last second! Cassie folds up on impact and clutches her ribs as Crystal forces herself back to her feet, adrenaline surging through her. She catches Cassie coming off the mat with a leg sweep, then runs the ropes and blasts her with Flashing Lights, that chick kick cracking against the side of Cassie’s head with a sound that echoes through the building!
Simone: There it is! Flashing Lights connected flush!
Crystal collapses over Cassie and Jacob dives into position.
ONE!
TWO!
Thr... no! Krystal reaches in from the outside and places Cassie’s foot on the bottom rope!
The crowd erupts in furious boos as Jacob immediately spots the interference and jumps to his feet, pointing straight at Krystal on the floor. Krystal throws her hands up and protests her innocence with the most unconvincing expression imaginable before climbing right onto the apron to continue her act. Crystal rises, sees exactly what is happening, and charges like a bullet. She drives a huge big boot into Krystal’s face, knocking her clean off the apron and sending her crashing to the floor in a heap! The arena explodes in cheers at the sight of Krystal laid out beside the ring.
Simone: Good! She deserved that!
Lunam: Sent her flyin! Down she goes, and the fans loved every second of it!
Crystal turns back around for Cassie, but the delay has cost her. Cassie springs up from the mat in desperate survival mode and catches Crystal from behind in a schoolgirl roll up. Jacob drops for the count, but Cassie is not done. She reaches out, hooks both feet over the bottom rope for leverage, and yanks backward with everything she has while keeping her body hidden from Jacob’s view!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
For a split second the crowd falls into stunned disbelief before the noise pours in all at once, a tidal wave of boos hammering the ring. Cassie releases the hold and rolls to the outside before Crystal can get her hands on her, clutching the victory to her chest like stolen treasure while Jacob motions for the bell keeper to confirm the decision. Crystal sits up in shock, then pounds the mat and points furiously at the ropes, trying to make Jacob understand exactly what just happened.
Justin: Here is your winner, CASSIE WOLFE!
Simone: Absolutely not! Cassie Wolfe stole that match! She used the ropes for leverage and Jacob Summers did not see it!
Lunam: That was robbery in broad daylight, Belinda! Cassie may have the official result, and fair play the record book will show her name, but everyone in this arena knows the truth. Krystal interfered once to save the match, got herself planted for her troubles, and then Cassie snatched the opening with a roll up and a handful of rope like the little rogue she is!
Outside the ring, Cassie staggers backward into Krystal, helping her up as the two half-sisters grin through the hostility pouring down from the crowd. Cassie raises her arms in triumph, smug and obnoxious as ever, while Krystal applauds her like she just pulled off the greatest feat in wrestling history. In the ring, Crystal is on her feet now, frustration written all over her face as she argues with Jacob and points again at the ropes, then out at Cassie and Krystal on the floor. Jacob tries to explain that he did not see the leverage, but that only angers Crystal more.
Simone: Crystal had this match won. She survived the cheap shot before the bell, fought through Cassie’s stalling and dirty tactics, and hit Flashing Lights for what should have been the finish. This should have been her night.
Lunam: But instead it is Cassie Wolfe walkin away with momentum before Queen For A Day, and that is a dangerous thing indeed. Right or wrong, she has a victory over Crystal Zdunich to boast about now, and she will be unbearable after this! Meanwhile Crystal heads toward that vacant world title match with every right to feel furious. She was not beaten clean tonight. Not even close.
Cassie and Krystal continue their celebration up the ramp, throwing mock bows and smug waves back toward the ring while Crystal stands between the ropes, glaring after them with a promise of future payback burning in her eyes. The Silver Screen Queen was denied tonight, but the look on her face says this issue is far from over.
Backstage at Alton Towers, the camera found Helluva Bottom Carter leaning against a production table that had been absolutely buried under a ridiculous spread of British snacks and drinks he had apparently raided from somewhere backstage. Open bags of crisps, candy bars, biscuits, and bottled sodas were scattered in every direction, with Carter holding one packet in one hand and another already torn open in front of him like he was halfway through hosting his own deranged cooking show.
A half-empty bottle of Irn-Bru sat beside a packet of pickled onion Monster Munch, a bag of prawn cocktail crisps, a sleeve of Jammie Dodgers, a packet of pork scratchings, a small box of Parma Violets, and what looked like a deeply suspicious handful of blackcurrant and licorice sweets. Carter stared down into the latest bag in his hand with narrowed eyes, as though the contents had personally insulted him.
HBCarter: Alright, so, for those of y'all keepin' score at home, Jammie Dodgers, absolutely elite. Irn-Bru tastes like somebody carbonated a dare, but I respect it. Prawn cocktail crisps? I do not trust any potato chip that tastes like seafood and salad dressing had a toxic relationship, but somehow, still not the worst thing on this table.
He reached into the open bag, pinched a crisp between two fingers, and studied it with open suspicion before tossing it into his mouth. The second the flavor hit, his whole face twisted. He gagged, slapped a hand over his mouth, and turned away from the camera as he fought it down.
HBCarter: Oh, Lord. Oh, no. No, no, no. This must be what bad breath tastes like!
He coughed, thumped himself lightly on the chest, then cleared his throat and held the bag out toward the side just as Pussy Willow stepped into frame, microphone in hand and amusement already dancing across her face.
Pussy Willow: I am almost afraid to ask, but what exactly have you done to yourself now?
HBCarter: I wish I knew. Here, try one.
He offered the bag toward her with all the false generosity of a man trying very hard not to suffer alone. Pussy Willow looked at the packet, then at him, then finally leaned in just enough to read the label.
Pussy Willow: Cheese and onion?
HBCarter: There ain't no way that's all that's in there. That bag is lyin' to people.
Pussy Willow gave him a look, then very cautiously took one crisp from the packet. She popped it into her mouth, chewed twice, and immediately pulled a tight, polite smile that looked like it was being held together by sheer professionalism.
Pussy Willow: Mm. Yes. Very... assertive.
HBCarter: See? See, that's reporter code for "this tastes like a haunted armpit."
Pussy Willow laughed despite herself while Carter peered back down into the bag, still deeply offended by its existence.
HBCarter: You'd think being married to a British man I'd be used to this stuff by now, but apparen-
Pussy Willow: Carter, while you continue your very brave cultural exchange, I do need to talk to you about tonight's Main Event King For A Day match.
Carter perked right up at that, tossing the bag back onto the table and wiping his hands together as his grin spread wide.
HBCarter: Now that is a conversation I can sink my teeth into a whole lot easier than whatever that was. King For A Day, main event, big stage, big stakes, and your boy is ready. SCW is about to get a brand new Queen, er, King. Lemme fix that before somebody gets cute with me later.
He flashed a grin at the camera, clearly enjoying himself.
HBCarter: That's the energy tonight. Alton Towers, all these people packed in, all this chaos in the air, and then me, right in the middle of the main event where I belong. I plan on stealin' the whole show and walkin' out with everybody talkin' about one name, and that's Helluva Bottom Carter.
Pussy Willow: One of the more interesting twists going into this match is that you had your GO Gym teammate Fenris help train Ryan Keys. Looking at it now, do you regret doing that?
Carter shook his head without hesitation.
HBCarter: Not even a little bit. See, that's the thing, people act like I made some huge mistake, but I trained at the GO Gym too. I've been in there with Fenris. I've been in there with his brother Aron. I know exactly what kinda wolves roam around that place, and I know exactly what comes outta trainin' with men like that. So no, I don't regret it. Not at all.
He tapped a finger against his own chest.
HBCarter: Because if Ryan got sharper from trainin' with Fenris, then good. That means I get the best version of Ryan Keys, and if I beat the best version of Ryan Keys, then nobody gets to say a damn thing about whether I earned it.
Pussy Willow: Speaking of Ryan, how do you feel about facing him in a match like this?
For once, Carter's expression settled into something a little more earnest, though the spark in his eyes never left.
HBCarter: I already said it, and I meant every word of it. Men like Ryan Keys paved the road in SCW for guys like me. Ryan is fun, Ryan is a great guy, and Ryan is championship material. That's not me blowin' smoke, that's just fact.
He nodded once, firm and confident.
HBCarter: But respect don't stop the music. It don't ring the bell. It don't keep either one of us from goin' out there and throwin' down when it's time to do exactly that. It's the Party Boy versus the Pride of SCW, so let's kick it.
Carter slapped the table once, grabbed the bag of offending crisps, then looked down at it with fresh disgust.
HBCarter: Not you, though. You can go straight to hell.
With that, he tossed the bag back down, shot Pussy Willow a grin, and strode off out of frame with his usual swagger, leaving the reporter standing there trying not to laugh.
Pussy Willow watched him go, then turned back toward the camera, still holding her microphone in one hand and the half-crushed crisp in the other.
Pussy Willow: Helluva Bottom Carter, everyone.
The camera faded from the backstage scene as she glanced once more at the snack in her hand, considered it, and quietly set it down on the table.
“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon hits. The crowd explodes immediately as the lights dim, blue and gold sweeping across the stage...
BOOM!
Golden pyro erupts and Miles Kasey steps out.
Justin: Coming to the ring, from MANCHESTER, ENGLAND...
Insert cheap pop here from the Alton Towers crowd.
Justin: He is the SCW Internet Champion and the number one contender to the SCW World Championship, please welcome MILES KASEY!!!!
Miles stands at the entrance taking in the crowd, standing in his black jeans, t-shirt with a black jacket and the SCW Internet Championship over his shoulder shining brightly. He drops his head and closes his eyes, hearing it, before slowly lifting his head.
Crowd: “MILES! MILES! MILES!”
He smirks, throws his arms out as the hook hits, posing to the delight of the crowd and starts his walk down to the ring. Slaps hands, points out fans, and stops for a quick selfie.
Lunam: Listen to this reaction! Miles Kasey back in the UK and they are loving it!
Simone: And why wouldn’t they? Internet Champion, number one contender, and heading into the biggest match of his career in Osaka!
Miles reaches ringside, he turns real quick and gives a hug and kiss on the cheek to his mum Mora, sister Bri, a quick fist bump to his brother in law and hugs to his nephew and niece before he hops onto the apron, wipes the bottom of his boots, steps through the ropes. He turns and hops up onto the second rope, and raises his championship high in the air, yelling out.
Crowd: WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!
He nods, drops down, shrugs off the jacket, and calls for a mic. Music fades, but the energy doesn’t.
Miles: Staffordshire, how are ya?
Crowd cheers.
Miles: Christ, I missed that. I really did.
He nods, taking a second.
Miles: Been a while since I’ve been back over here, and I’m not gonna lie, it still feels the same. Not the place… the people.
Gestures around.
Miles: This right here.
Crowd: “WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!”
Miles smiles a little wider this time.
Miles: Yeah… that too. I grew up not too far from here in a quaint little shire known as Manchester. Running around, getting into trouble I definitely shouldn’t have been getting into...and if I’m being honest, that part hasn’t changed much. Only difference now is I get paid for it.
Crowd laughs and pops as the camera catches his mum’s face as she just shakes her head and her finger at her son.
Simone: He hasn’t lost that edge, that’s for sure.
Lunam: And that edge has taken him straight to the top of SCW at his own pace.
Miles shifts, tapping the title on his shoulder.
Miles: My mum knows, as does my sister but I didn’t come out here just to talk about where I came from. Hell I didn’t come out here to talk about what happened the last time I was around here because it started a whole ass civil war that all came down to the swing of a double edge sword. We move on, we focus on the now. I came out here because of where I’m going. Right now, I’m standing here as your SCW Internet Champion…
He lifts his championship slightly.
Miles: …and after last week, I am the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship.
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!
Miles nods once.
Miles: I appreciate that... I do. But this?
He taps the title on his shoulder.
Miles: This didn’t just get handed to me. I had to fight for it. Every step, every match, every time someone thought I wasn’t ready. And now in a few weeks, after what occurred last week in Germany, by hook or by crook... I’m heading to Japan and I will be in the main event!
Crowd pops.
Miles: At Into the Void it will be Title for title, provided nothing gets in the way. And there is always a curveball thrown in someway or somehow. But no matter what as it stands right now, Miles Kasey and Alexander Raven WILL CLASH AT OSAKA!
Lunam: Can you imagine that? Title versus title in Osaka!
Simone: One of the biggest matches in SCW history, and Miles Kasey is right in the middle of it!
Miles: I’ve heard everything—‘too fast,’ ‘too soon,’ ‘not enough time here yet.’ I have heard that and I have also heard ‘Why not now’, ‘Why not him’ but at the same time...Maybe...or maybe I just didn’t waste time standing still.
Crowd: MILES! MILES! MILES!
He lets it roll for a second.
Miles: Let it be said that I have always... ALWAYS fought for everything I’ve got here. And now I’ve got a chance to prove something bigger. Not just that I can hang at that level...
Leans slightly on the ropes.
Miles: …but that I am that level.
Crowd pops loud.
Simone: That confidence is exactly why he’s in this position.
Lunam: And he’s going to need every bit of it against Alexander Raven!
Miles pushes off the ropes, stepping back to center.
Miles: Because this isn’t just about walking into Japan with this…This is about walking out with two.
Crowd erupts.
Miles: And yeah, I know what that means. It’s what it always means, pressure, expectations and everyone...Everybody watching and waiting to see if I can actually pull it off. Good, that’s exactly how I want it. I’ve never been interested in doing this the easy way. Never wanted the safe route. Never wanted to sit back and wait unless it was on my own terms. I want the fight. I want the moment where there’s no questions left. And when I step into that ring in Osaka…
Miles looks out at the crowd again with his blue-green eyes shining bright.
Miles: I’m not going in there hoping. I’m not going in there guessing. I’m going in there knowing exactly what I’m capable of.
Crowd builds again.
Lunam: This man believes it, and that’s what makes him so dangerous!
Simone: You know as well as I do that belief is one thing, beating Alexander Raven is another!
Miles adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Miles: And when it’s over...I’m walking out still your SCW Internet Champion...and the World Heavyweight Champion.
Crowd explodes with a chant of “YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!” Miles nods, soaking it in just a little.
Miles: So Raven, I know you are watching, I know you are here. From a Mannny chav of this little corner of the world, I want you to enjoy this right now.
Gestures around the arena.
Miles: Because this? This is just the beginning.
Miles lowers the mic as the crowd continues chanting, “MILES! MILES! MILES!” as his music begins to play and he takes a subtle bow before dropping the microphone to Justin and hopping out of the ring and interacting with more fans as we focus on Simone and Adams.
Simone: Momentum, confidence, and a home crowd behind him, Miles Kasey is heading to Osaka at full speed!
Lunam: And if he pulls it off, we could be looking at a double champion! Into the Void just got a whole lot bigger!
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Simone: It’s Main Event time folks and we’re about to see two former champions battle it out for the last spot in the King for a Day Ladder Match! It’s former World Heavyweight Champion HB Carter vs former Roulette Champion Ryan Keys!
Lunam: This is Ryan’s first match since he lost the Roulette Title back to Logan Hunter at the main event of the first Climax Control of the cycle to boot while Carter was involved in a controversial finish last week when he tricked the ref into disqualifying Logan! Either way, both men have been thorns in the current Roulette Champion’s side lately!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS A KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH QUALIFIER!
The arena goes dark, then bursts alive with flashing neon strobes. As “I’m Made of Wax, Larry…” hits, Ryan Keys explodes onto the stage with infectious energy. He spreads his arms wide, sunglasses glinting, before jogging side-to-side to pump the crowd. Ryan points to the fans, slaps hands down the ramp, and slides dramatically into the ring. He leaps onto the turnbuckle, tossing his shades into the crowd before striking a playful pose. With a grin and a wink, Ryan hops down, bouncing on his feet, ready to turn the match into his dance floor.
Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 225lbs, “The Life of the Party” RYAN KEYS!
Simone: Ryan looks ready to throw down with a former World Heavyweight Champion!
Lunam: But can he hang? Especially when Carter is almost a decade younger?
Justin: AND HIS OPPONENT!
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.
Simone: I shouldn’t have to say it at this point but the worst thing you can do is underestimate Carter based on, well, everything about him really!
Lunam: He graduated from the GO Gym and is a former champion for a reason, trust us, he can go!
Dawn goes over the rules with both men before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And the main event is on!
Lunam: This will be good!
Once the bell rings Carter and Ryan share a handshake before they lock up in the middle of the ring. Ryan, being the bigger of the two men, has the size and strength to back Carter up to the ropes and from there a four count is applied, but Ryan responds by sending Carter across the ring with an Irish Whip. On the rebound Ryan goes for a clothesline but Carter ducks under it, rebounds off the opposite ropes and hits Ryan with a Slingblade followed by a basement dropkick.
Simone: Carter showing why he’s so highly regarded!
Lunam: But Ryan’s size advantage will come into play at some point.
Carter goes for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Carter shakes his head before picking up Ryan only for the former Roulette Champion to catch Carter with a European Uppercut which spins Carter around and leaves him open to a German Suplex which he bridges for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter kicks out, but Ryan rolls through and tries for another German Suplex only this time Carter lands on his feet and then lands a dropkick.
Simone: Two pinfalls apiece and neither Ryan nor Carter are letting up!
Lunam: This is going to come down to the wire!
Ryan bails from the ring before Carter can go for a pin but Carter is already hyping up the Staffordshire crowd for a dive before he hits the ropes. Ryan ducks out of the way however so Carter turns the dive into a handstand before flipping back to the centre of the ring and posing, but Ryan sees an opportunity and rushes back into the ring before turning Carter inside out with a running clothesline!
Simone: Ryan got faked out by that aborted dive but now Ryan’s in control thanks to that clothesline!
Lunam: This could be the turning point Ryan needed.
Ryan goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter kicks out but seeking to change the pace of the match Ryan locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Carter, forcing Dawn to get into position and ask Carter if he wants to submit. The crowd at Alton Towers cheers on Carter as he starts crawling to the ring ropes to try to force the rope break but Ryan leans back on the hold to crank up the pressure even more! Carter still manages to reach the ring ropes and force the break and Ryan lets go of the hold.
Simone: Ryan was smart to go for that submission even if Carter broke it up with the rope break!
Lunam: Yeah, who knows how much damage that did to Carter’s leg!
Ryan drags Carter away from the ring ropes so he can pick Carter up to try something new but he instead gets caught with a small package from Carter!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan BARELY kicks out! Both men get to their feet but Carter is still favouring his leg because of Ryan’s submission and, clearly thinking he has Carter right where he wants him, Ryan tries for a spear only for Carter to leap frog over it and connect with a Tornado DDT when Ryan turns round. Carter goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicked out again! Carter then heads to the top rope, apparently looking for the Fruit Fly, but before he can stabilize himself Ryan runs up to the top rope and Belly to Belly Suplexes Carter into the middle of the ring.
Simone: Carter regained control only for Ryan to send him flying!
Lunam: Ryan’s not even that big a dude but compared to Carter? He’s a beast!
Ryan goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter still kicks out! Ryan goes for another pin, this time hooking the leg that he targeted earlier in the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter kicks out yet again! Ryan is clearly getting frustrated at this point and gets in Dawn’s face, asking how that wasn’t a three count but Dawn stands her ground and this leaves Ryan open to a School Boy from Carter!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Both men get to their feet and try for the same move, namely a running clothesline, and it knocks them both down!
Simone: It’s a cliché but it’s true, whoever gets up first will have the advantage!
Lunam: And with the stakes this high? Both men need any advantage they can get!
Dawn checks on both men before she starts her count and the crowd at Alton Towers counts along though for a while neither Carter nor Ryan are showing any signs of life. That changes at the count of seven however as Carter starts to stir and drapes an arm across Ryan’s chest in a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Carter rolls off Ryan and looks up to the sky, clearly thinking what he has to do to put Ryan away but Ryan is clearly thinking the same thing. After a minute both men get to their feet and Carter fires the first shot with a forearm smash. Ryan returns the favour and a brawl breaks out between the two former champions!
Simone: Nothing either man does seems to be capable of hitting the killing blow!
Lunam: That has to change at some point and the brawl between Carter and Ryan might do that!
Dawn can only sit back and watch as the two men brawl but despite how long the match has been going on for at this point and the size difference between Carter and Ryan neither man has a clear advantage! Ryan manages to back Carter up to the corner and whips him across the ring and tries to follow him in but Carter counters it with a Buttocks Injection, leaping up so that his legs land on Ryan’s shoulders and ramming Ryan’s face into his butt repeatedly! The crowd starts counting along until Carter kicks Ryan away and lands on the apron!
Simone: Carter with the Buttocks Injection and that only means one thing: it’s time for the Fruit Fly!
Lunam: If he hits this Carter will enter his second King for a Day Match!
Ryan lands in the middle of the ring and Carter is measuring him up for his version of the Eclipse! However...
Simone: WHERE THE HELL DID LOGAN COME FROM?!
Lunam: HE MUST’VE ENTERED VIA THE CROWD! AND BROOKE IS THERE WITH HIM!
Logan Hunter slides into the ring and Brooke produces the brass knuckles from her bra before passing them to Logan. Ryan hears the booing and turns around RIGHT HAND OF GOD! LOGAN’S BRASS KNUCKLES LOADED PUNCH! Ryan is turned inside out by the punch and Dawn immediately calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED, THEREFORE THE WINNER OF THE MATCH IS RYAN KEYS!
Simone: I can’t believe it! Logan just cost Carter a spot in the King for a Day Match!
Lunam: This has to be retaliation for last week!
Logan admires his handiwork but Carter leaps off the rope for the Eclipse, this time on Logan. Logan ducks the attempt and Carter rolls to his feet only to get a Superman Punch variant of the Right Hand of God!
Simone: Logan’s laid out two former champions!
Lunam: Oh he’s going to be insufferable after this!
Logan stands among the unconscious bodies as Brooke enters the ring and hands him the Roulette Title which Logan holds high.
Simone: What a disgraceful ending to what had been an incredible match. Ryan Keys gets the victory by disqualification, but there is no doubt in my mind that Logan Hunter inserted himself into this because he could not stand the idea of Helluva Bottom Carter punching his ticket to King for a Day!
Lunam: And that is what makes this even more unbelievable, Simone. Logan did not just cost a rival a huge opportunity tonight, he cost one of his own fellow GO Gym alumni that spot! Whatever loyalty or bond may have existed there, Logan Hunter just shattered it with one cheap shot and a pair of brass knuckles!
Simone: Cheap shot is right. Carter and Keys pushed each other to the brink, and neither man deserved for it to end like this. Logan Hunter made sure the story of this match would be about him, and now Ryan Keys advances under the worst possible circumstances while Carter is left robbed of his chance!
Lunam: And look at Logan, just standing there with that smug look on his face like he accomplished something noble. He did not win this match. He did not survive this war. He picked the bones after two exhausted men had already torn each other apart!
As Logan continues to hold the Roulette Championship high over the fallen Carter and Ryan, a wave of security suddenly rushes down the aisle and slides into the ring. Brooke immediately gets in their faces, shouting and protesting, but the guards do not hesitate as they wedge themselves between the smug pair and the wreckage left behind.
Simone: Finally, some order being restored here.
Lunam: It is about time. Get them out of there before Logan decides to add insult to injury.
Logan smirks and raises the title one more time in defiance, but security surrounds him on all sides. Brooke clutches at his arm and mouths off at the guards as they begin forcing the pair backward toward the ropes. Logan keeps talking trash over their shoulders toward the ring, clearly proud of the chaos he has caused, but even he cannot resist the numbers game as security ushers both him and Brooke out to the apron and down to the floor.
Inside the ring, medics quickly pour in from ringside and drop to their knees beside Carter and Ryan Keys. Ryan is barely moving at first, his head lolling to one side as the medics check his eyes and jaw after the brutal loaded punch. Carter is in little better shape after being flattened by Logan’s vicious Superman Punch variant of the Right Hand of God, one medic supporting the back of his head while another checks his neck and shoulders.
Simone: This is hard to watch. Ryan Keys may have his hand raised as the winner tonight, but there is no joy in this moment. Both of these men have paid a terrible price because Logan Hunter decided to make a statement.
Lunam: And he made it in the most cowardly way possible. Carter loses his King for a Day opportunity, Keys gets handed a tainted victory, and Logan gets to strut around with that title like he runs the place. Somebody is going to make him answer for this sooner rather than later.
Security continues marching Logan and Brooke up the aisle while Brooke keeps throwing glances back toward the ring, still jawing at anyone who will listen. Logan, meanwhile, wears the most self-satisfied grin imaginable, the Roulette Championship resting on his shoulder as if he has just conquered the world.
Back in the ring, the medics slowly help Ryan Keys into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle. On the opposite side, Carter is carefully brought upright as well, still dazed, one arm draped over the shoulders of a medic as he tries to gather himself and understand exactly what has just been stolen from him.
Simone: Fans, what an explosive and deeply controversial ending we have witnessed tonight. For everyone here in attendance and everyone watching around the world, thank you for joining us for Climax Control.
Lunam: And do not miss next week’s huge Going Home show as we head to the beautiful Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen, Denmark! After what happened here tonight, you know the road to King for a Day is only going to get more intense.
Simone: We will see you next week from Copenhagen. Goodnight, everybody.
The final image is one of pure aftermath and disorder: security forcing a still-smug Logan Hunter and Brooke up the aisle, Logan clutching the Roulette Title as he barks one last taunt toward the ring, while behind them the medics have finally helped both Ryan Keys and Helluva Bottom Carter into seated positions, each man battered, hurting, and trying to recover from the devastation left in Logan’s wake.
The screen lingers on that chaotic tableau for one last moment before fading slowly to black as 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!