The broadcast opens on the wide, cool beauty of Copenhagen beneath a clear summer sky. Morning light glitters across the waters of the Øresund as waves roll in gentle rhythm against the shoreline. The camera sweeps over the white cliffs of Stevns Klint, their faces bright and ancient above the sea, before shifting to the green calm of Dyrehaven, where tall trees sway in the breeze and deer move through the dappled shade like something out of a painting. One final aerial shot captures the long curve of Amager Strandpark, where sand, sea, and open sky stretch together in a scene of effortless Scandinavian perfection.
The cameras race toward the heart of the city and the iconic Tivoli Gardens, where old world charm and electric energy collide in spectacular fashion. Lanterns hang overhead. Gardens bloom in rich color. Pathways are packed shoulder to shoulder with excited guests, tourists, and SCW fans wearing shirts, waving signs, and crowding around the attractions with the kind of restless energy that says something huge is about to happen!
A sweeping shot glides past the soaring tracks of The Demon as riders scream through loops and turns. Then comes the Star Flyer, its spinning swings lifting brave souls high above the park and the Copenhagen skyline itself. Another shot catches the wooden majesty of Rutschebanen, the classic roller coaster roaring with life as cheers erupt from every car. Everywhere the camera turns, there is movement, laughter, and anticipation. Tivoli Gardens has become a carnival kingdom for SCW tonight!
From there, the broadcast transitions toward the Open Air Stage, where the true heart of the event waits.
The six-sided SCW ring has been erected in the center of the venue, framed by lights and banners, with a long elevated platform stretching from the stage to the ring to serve as the entranceway for the night’s competitors and personalities. The stands and surrounding grounds are packed with fans not only from Copenhagen, but from Aarhus, Odense, Aalborg, and beyond. Flags wave. Signs bounce in the air. The atmosphere is loud, festive, and alive with that unique SCW buzz that can never be mistaken for anything else!
Inside the ring stands ring announcer Justin Decent, already commanding attention. He is dressed for the occasion in a sharply tailored dark navy suit jacket left open over a crisp white dress shirt, the top few buttons undone just enough to give him his usual teasing edge. His fitted trousers match the jacket perfectly, and polished black shoes gleam under the lights. The whole look is sleek, stylish, and just daring enough to feel very Justin without ever crossing the line.
Justin raises the microphone with a bright grin as the crowd noise swells around him.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the world famous Tivoli Gardens in beautiful Copenhagen, Denmark!
A huge roar rises up from the crowd!
Justin: And welcome to SCW Climax Control on the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
Another cheer crashes through the Open Air Stage as fans wave signs and stomp their feet.
Justin: Tonight is our Going Home edition of Climax Control as we march ever closer to Into the Void XV in Osaka, Japan! And what a setting we have for you tonight, right here in one of the most beautiful and historic amusement parks in the entire world!
The crowd roars again, feeding off every word.
Justin: But before we go any further, I think it is only right that I introduce a woman who needs no introduction! SCW’s Hostess With the Mostess... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Campy, over the top music hits instantly, and the crowd answers with laughter, cheers, and a wave of delighted noise as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage.
She is dressed in a gloriously outrageous ensemble that looks as though a Las Vegas showgirl, a royal court jester, and an expensive chandelier all fought for control and somehow won together. Her gown is a riot of sparkling pinks, shimmering golds, and dramatic plumes that fan out behind her shoulders. Sequins catch every light. Rhinestones flash with every movement. Her hair is piled high in a style so elaborate it may well have required engineering approval. It is garish. It is theatrical. It is absolutely Amanda.
Amanda remains atop the stage like a queen on a balcony, one hand pressed to her chest as she soaks in the warm reception from the Danish crowd. Then, with a grin, she motions for more applause, cupping a hand to one ear and turning slightly as if demanding the audience prove they can get even louder and they do!
Amanda places both hands together in mock gratitude and bows her head modestly, though the smug little smile on her face makes it obvious that she is enjoying every second of the attention far too much to be truly humble.
Amanda: Oh, stop. No, really, stop. I mean, continue if you must, but I am simply overwhelmed by your love for me tonight.
The crowd laughs and cheers.
Amanda: Copenhagen, thank you for such a wonderful welcome! And to everyone watching all over the world, welcome to Climax Control!
She paces slowly across the width of the stage, playing perfectly to the cameras and the audience.
Amanda: Now when I found out I was coming to Copenhagen, Denmark, I decided to do a little research. Because I am, above all else, a woman of culture.
A few chuckles rise from the crowd.
Amanda: And I discovered that Denmark is known around the world for some very important things! For one, this is the home of the invention of Lego!
The crowd erupts in a cheer!
Amanda: It is known for being one of the happiest nations on Earth!
That earns another cheer, loud and proud.
Amanda: And of course, it is known for its devastatingly handsome Viking men!
The crowd bursts into laughter and cheers, with a few whistles thrown in for good measure.
Amanda suddenly stops, shielding her eyes from the lights as though scanning the audience.
Amanda: Oh! There’s one now!
The camera cuts toward the crowd and finds exactly who she means. A very handsome Danish man stands among a group of friends, broad shouldered and muscular, with thick blond hair and the sort of rugged good looks that seem almost unfair. The second he realizes the camera is on him, his eyes widen and he laughs in disbelief while his friends immediately lose their minds around him. One shoves him playfully in the shoulder. Another throws both hands into the air. A third points at him and doubles over laughing as the surrounding fans cheer louder.
The blond man grins, a little red in the face now, and raises both hands in a helpless shrug that only gets an even bigger reaction.
Back on stage, Amanda places a dramatic hand over her heart.
Amanda: Sir, if you are not legally descended from someone who pillaged a coastline, then frankly I do not know what to believe anymore.
The crowd howls with laughter as the man’s friends slap him on the back and point toward the stage.
Amanda: Someone check if he came with a boat, a battle axe, and emotional unavailability!
That gets another round of laughter and cheers, Amanda beaming at her own work.
She settles herself again, drawing the energy back toward the show.
Amanda: But as much as I would love to spend the next two hours roaming Tivoli Gardens in search of Danish perfection, we have a huge night ahead of us! We are on the road to Into the Void XV! We are at the beautiful Tivoli Gardens! And Copenhagen, you are already making this feel like one of the most magical stops of the entire tour!
The fans answer with a thunderous ovation.
Amanda: So I think it is time we begin things properly.
She lifts one finger in the air, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Amanda: With a song.
The crowd explodes in anticipation as Amanda turns toward the entrance stage, readying herself with theatrical poise. Then the music begins to play.
Amanda: I came out painted, powdered, primed for the kill
Hips on a mission and the hair standing still
Heel on the runway, face already tight
Ready to baptize this room in pure light
I hit my mark like a true born star
Knew that spotlight could be seen from Mars
But then that witch with her bargain delight
Slid one inch over and she swallowed my light
Oh, she knew what she was doing
That cheap little shimmy and slide
Acting all innocent, clueless, confusing
While standing dead center in my pride
She stole my light
She stole my light
Stood in the sweet spot all damn night
I was serving face, she was serving crime
Blocking my glow at the perfect time
She stole my light
That heifer took my shine
Now I’m lip syncing murder in the dark tonight
I gave high glamour with a dangerous twist
She gave clearance rack and a clenched little fist
I turned to profile, she turned to the right
Every move I made, she was stealing my light
I coughed real loud, gave her a look
The kind that could blister a page in a book
She just smiled like a snake in rhinestones and spite
Like, Sorry sis, was this your spotlight?
Do not play dumb, darling
You plotted that angle all week
You saw where the follow spot landed
And planted your pads with a squeak
She stole my light
She stole my light
Parked in the glory and held on tight
I had a reveal, I had a split
Nobody saw half of my fabulous bit
She stole my light
That thief in human form
Now I’m giving superstar while lit like a storm cloud norm
Move, bitch, move
This is not your cue
I did not spend four hours in glue
For you to stand there and absorb my hue
The audience thought we were sharing the scene
No baby, this was a drag felony
I came as the sun in sequins and white
She came as a cloud with a grudge and spite
I whispered, Watch it
She whispered, Make me
I said, You shady tramp, do not overtake me
Then she hit a pose with those elbows spread wide
Like a solar eclipse in a synthetic hide
Now the DJ knows
And the tech knows too
The bartender, the judges, row A through row two
There’s a code among queens, let me state it outright
You can steal a wig joke
But you do not steal light
No, you do not steal light!
You can borrow my lash glue
You can copy my walk
You can fake a little accent when you step up to talk
You can even flirt badly with the man on the right
But girl, do not ever put your ass in my light!
She stole my light
She stole my light
Committed grand theft under LED white
I was born to beam, born to ignite
She turned my main event into open mic night
She stole my light
That crusty little ghoul
Now I’m reading her to filth while remaining beautiful
Spotlight stealer
Dream concealer
Cheap concealer
Bad drag dealer
Spotlight hogger
Moment clogger
This is why your bookings get smaller!
She stole my light
She stole my light
But I’m still that girl and my future’s bright
You can block one beam, you can dim one lane
But a queen like me shines through the pain
She stole my light
And still I looked divine
So enjoy that stolen spotlight, bitch
The whole room knows the sun was mine!
Next time, sweetheart, hit your own mark.
The cameras leave the glittering chaos of the stage and sweep down toward ringside, where the commentary position is set just off the Open Air Stage seating area. Fans crowd the barricades behind it, many of them waving Danish flags, SCW signs, and homemade posters for their favorite stars. The energy around the desk is constant and alive, with people shouting to the camera and trying to get themselves seen on the worldwide broadcast.
Seated behind the desk are Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam, both looking every bit the part for a major international event.
Belinda Simone is dressed in polished business chic, wearing a sharply tailored cream blazer over a fitted deep blue silk blouse, with sleek matching trousers and understated gold jewelry that catches the light without ever becoming flashy. Her hair is styled flawlessly, her makeup is elegant and camera ready, and the overall effect is tasteful, refined, and unmistakably professional.
Next to her, Erik Lunam looks like stylish rebellion incarnate. He wears slim black trousers tucked into heavy black boots, a fitted striped shirt beneath a cropped red jacket with silver hardware, and an assortment of layered chains, rings, and dark nail polish that gives him a deliberate edge. His hair is artfully tousled, his eyeliner sharp, and he looks like the kind of man who could either call a wrestling match or front a band five minutes later.
Simone smiles brightly into the camera as the noise of the crowd swells around them.
Simone: Welcome everyone to beautiful Copenhagen, Denmark! We are coming to you tonight from the world famous Tivoli Gardens as part of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour, and this is the Going Home edition of SCW Climax Control!
Lunam leans forward with a grin, clearly feeding off the atmosphere.
Lunam: Ah, would ye listen to this crowd! They are absolutely electric tonight! Copenhagen is after bringin' the noise in a massive way, and there could not be a finer place in the world for a night like this!
Simone: We are just weeks away from one of SCW’s biggest international events of the year, and this crowd knows exactly how important tonight is.
Lunam: Too right they do! This is the last stop before the road takes us across the world, and everybody in that locker room knows the pressure is on!
Simone: And because we are here in Denmark tonight, we are also pleased to be joined by a special Danish broadcast team calling the action for fans here at home. Please welcome Jonas Winther and Katrine Solberg!
The camera cuts from ringside to another broadcast position nearby, where the Danish team sits with the Tivoli Gardens lights and the packed crowd filling the background behind them.
Jonas Winther is smartly dressed in a dark tailored jacket with an open collar, poised and confident with the ease of a seasoned broadcaster. Beside him, Katrine Solberg looks equally polished in a stylish emerald blazer, her expression bright and engaged as the hometown crowd roars around them.
Jonas smiles directly into the camera.
Jonas Winther: Godaften, København, og velkommen til SCW Climax Control fra fantastiske Tivoli Gardens! (Good evening, Copenhagen, and welcome to SCW Climax Control from the fantastic Tivoli Gardens!)
Katrine Solberg: I aften er hele Danmark med, og stemningen her i hjertet af København er helt utrolig! (Tonight all of Denmark is part of this, and the atmosphere here in the heart of Copenhagen is absolutely incredible!)
Jonas Winther: Fansene her i Tivoli er klar, og verden kommer til at se, hvad København kan levere! (The fans here in Tivoli are ready, and the world is going to see what Copenhagen can deliver!)
Katrine Solberg: Dette er en kæmpe aften for de danske fans, og vi glæder os til at opleve det hele sammen med jer! (This is a huge night for the Danish fans, and we are excited to experience all of it together with you!)
Jonas Winther: Lad os sende det tilbage til Belinda Simone og Erik Lunam ved ringside! (Let’s send it back to Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam at ringside!)
The feed transitions back to Simone and Lunam at the main desk as the fans behind them continue cheering and waving toward the camera.
Simone: Thank you very much to Jonas and Katrine. What a tremendous atmosphere here tonight in Copenhagen!
Lunam: It feels huge, does it not? Ye can feel that big fight energy already, and we have not even properly gotten underway yet!
Simone: And that is because in just two weeks, SCW heads to Osaka, Japan for Into the Void XV on May 3!
Lunam: Two weeks! That is all that stands between this company and one of the biggest nights on the calendar! Every statement made tonight matters. Every win matters. Every bit of momentum matters!
Simone: Tonight is the final sneak preview of what to expect when SCW arrives in Osaka.
Lunam: And if the atmosphere here in Copenhagen is any sign, we are in for somethin' special when that bell rings in Japan!
Simone: We are kicking off Climax Control with a tremendous opening contest as the Number One Contender to the Roulette Championship, Zayvion Lyons, steps into the ring against one of the most dangerous and volatile men on the SCW roster in the self-proclaimed Angry Officer of SCW, Liam Davis! Zayvion has every reason to want a strong statement victory tonight with championship opportunity already in his grasp, but standing across from him is a man who takes pride in making every fight ugly, physical, and deeply unpleasant for whoever draws the unlucky assignment of facing him. If Zayvion wants to build momentum heading toward the Roulette Championship, he is going to have to survive a very angry, very aggressive Liam Davis first!
Lunam: Ah now this one has all the ingredients for trouble! In a non title match, the Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway goes face to face with the slitherin', traitorous turncoat of the Bombshell division, Cassie Wolfe! And let us not forget, if Cassie gets her hand raised tonight, she earns herself a shot at the gold in Osaka! So this is not just about pride, not just about momentum, and not just about sendin' a message. This is Alexandra defendin' her ground against a woman desperate to force her way into the title picture by any means she can manage! Cassie wants to be queen, fine, but tonight she has to prove she belongs anywhere near that throne!
Simone: What a deeply emotional and shocking match this is about to be as Crystal Zdunich takes part in what she has announced will be her final match in SCW! It was Crystal herself who challenged Queen For A Day finalist Frankie Holliday to this contest, and now that challenge becomes reality here tonight in Copenhagen. But the stunning part of all this is that Crystal has completely changed the landscape on her way out, stepping away without warning from the World Bombshell Championship match in Japan and leaving the entire Bombshell division reeling! So while Frankie Holliday has the chance to defeat a respected veteran on a major stage, Crystal enters this match with nothing left to save for later and everything to pour into one last performance before she walks away from SCW for good!
Lunam: Ah now this is where things get very tasty indeed! Two of the men who’ll be battlin' it out in Japan for the King For A Day crown are set to collide tonight as the grizzled veteran Bulldog Bill Barnhart squares off with Celtic Thunder himself, Ciarán Doyle! Ye have got experience, pride, and a whole lot of bad blood ready to boil over in that ring, but then SCW goes and throws petrol on the fire by makin' the third King hopeful, Ryan Keys, the special guest referee! So the question is not just who wins the match, but what sort of chaos unfolds when one contender holds the power to count the fall, call it down the middle, or maybe leave the other two wonderin' if Osaka has already started early!
Simone: Our main event tonight carries enormous stakes for the entire SCW championship picture as World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Raven puts the gold on the line against the man who shocked everyone by pinning him in a non title match, LJ Kasey! That upset victory earned LJ this golden opportunity on the biggest possible stage before Into the Void XV, and now he has the chance to turn one breakthrough moment into a career defining championship win! But this is about far more than just one title defense, because if LJ wins here tonight, then his scheduled match against Brandon Hendrix in Japan immediately becomes a World Heavyweight Championship match, while Alexander Raven is forced into an entirely different high pressure collision as challenger to Miles Kasey for the Internet Championship! The ramifications are massive, the pressure is unbelievable, and by the end of tonight the whole road to Osaka could look completely different! All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
The cameras finds Zayvion Lyons and Cleo Phillips posted in one of the backstage hallways, Zayvion is leaning against the wall while Cleo sits backwards in a nearby chair.
Zayvion Lyons: So last week, I called out Logan Hunter because I wanted to talk man to man. I mean if we're going to throw down I figured I might as well look a man in the eye first, see what kind of man I'm up against, and let me tell you I found out.
Cleo Phillips: Let em’ know.
Zayvion Lyons: You one of them weak ass dudes that let your lady speak for you. Don't get me wrong I respect a strong independent woman, I got one in my corner. But the difference is she didn't come out there till she was needed, and I certainly don't need her to speak for me.
Cleo Phillips: Bet.
Zayvion Lyons: That Championship deserves better than you. That Championship deserves someone who understands what it means to fight, and I promise you're in for a fight Into The Void because that championship is coming home with me. You won't be able to hide behind your crusty ass girl this time, and then she does try anything….
Cleo Phillips: Then I got something for her, you hear me Brooke? I got my eyes on you bitch. You try anything I'm going to set it off all over your ass.
Zayvion Lyons: She ain't playin’. I ain't playing either Logan. You best stop worrying about that boy Carter, involving yourself in his business, and worry about the business that's right in front of you, because you best believe I will snatch that championship up.
Cleo Phillips: Tell em’
Zayvion Lyons: I'll see you in Japan Logan, until then maybe you can use the time to find out where Brooke hid your balls, because without them you don't stand a chance.
He laughs quickly, winks at the camera and then the scene cuts away.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Rocky Mountains here, and we're now two weeks away from the World Bombshell Championship match at Into the Void between Crystal Zdunich, Mercedes Vargas and Victoria Lyons. I am joined at this time by a woman who knows Crystal Zdunich better than most… Mercedes Vargas.
Mercedes steps into frame, already smirking, arms folded. Rocky raises an eyebrow slightly.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, moments ago we heard Crystal Zdunich announce her retirement, citing disrespect from the roster, poor treatment from management, and claiming she has nothing left to prove. I have to ask… your reaction?
Mercedes lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head before even answering.
Mercedes: My reaction? Rocky… I think the better question is—why should anyone believe her?
Rocky tilts her head.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You don’t think this is genuine?
Mercedes turns slightly toward the camera.
Mercedes: Genuine?
She lets out a short laugh, shaking her head.
Mercedes: Genuine? This is Crystal Zdunich we’re talking about. The same woman who cost Samantha Marlowe the World Bombshell Championship almost ten years ago because she thought she could outplay everybody. The same woman who’s made a career out of betrayal, manipulation, blaming management—and then crying foul when it doesn’t go her way… now she wants sympathy?
Mercedes steps forward, her tone sharpening.
Mercedes: You don’t get to play the victim when you built your legacy on betrayal. You don’t get to cry about ‘disrespect’ when you’ve disrespected every locker room you’ve ever walked into—stabbing partners in the back, mocking people this locker room actually respects… like Despayre. And you definitely don’t get to stand there and act like this company failed you—when every opportunity you ever had, you took… and then burned.
She pauses, a cold smile creeping in.
Mercedes: And let’s not forget—this isn’t even your first ‘retirement,’ is it, Crystal? We’ve seen this before. The crocodile tears, the dramatic exit, the disguise, the comeback. You expect anyone to believe this is different?
Rocky interjects carefully.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: She also mentioned feeling undervalued despite being a six-time World Bombshell Champion—
Mercedes: And whose fault is that?
A beat.
Mercedes: You had everything, Crystal. Championships. Spotlight. Main events. And every single time, you chose shortcuts. You chose power plays. You chose yourself over everyone else. So don’t stand there now and act like SCW didn’t appreciate you.
Her expression hardens.
Mercedes: SCW didn’t fail Crystal Zdunich… Crystal Zdunich failed Crystal Zdunich.
Rocky nods slowly, then presses further.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: What about her saying this is her final match? That she’s done for good?
Mercedes laughs again, this time louder.
Mercedes: Oh please. We’ve heard this song before, haven’t we? The crocodile tears, the ‘curtain call,’ the big emotional goodbye… and then what happens? A few weeks later she’s hiding behind some alter ego, waiting for her next dramatic reveal.
She leans in toward the camera.
Mercedes: You expect me—or anyone—to believe this is the last time we see Crystal Zdunich? No. This isn’t retirement, Rocky.
She straightens, eyes cold.
Mercedes: This is damage control.
Rocky pauses, then asks one final question.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So when she says she has nothing left to prove?
Mercedes doesn’t hesitate.
Mercedes: That’s the only honest thing she said.
A slight smirk returns.
Mercedes: Here’s the truth: this isn’t a curtain call… it’s an excuse. An excuse for why, after all the mind games, all the shortcuts, all the chaos you caused… you’re still not the one standing on top.
She leans in slightly toward the camera.
Mercedes: So go ahead, Crystal. After Frankie Holliday beats your ass tonight… walk away. Blame SCW. Blame the roster. Blame me, if it helps you sleep at night.
A beat.
Mercedes: But don’t expect anyone back here to forget the trail you left behind… or pretend this ending wasn’t earned.
A beat.
Mercedes: The World Bombshell Championship match at Into the Void will be better for it.
Mercedes walks off, leaving Rocky in frame. The camera fades.
Simone: Welcome to Climax Control and our opening contest of the evening! At Into the Void Zayvian Lyons has the opportunity to challenge Logan Hunter and potentially win his first title but tonight? He faces a man who controversially beat Logan to winning Future Star of the Year at last year’s High Stakes: Liam Davies!
Lunam: It should be noted that Liam’s Future Star win is only controversial because of everything that’s has happened since: Logan has won the Roulette Title two times since then and Liam can’t even get anywhere near a title shot these days! A win here might turn that around but I doubt it!
Simone: Erick’s right, it’s Do or Die for Liam right now! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS YOUR OPENING CONTEST OF THE EVENING!
Backyard Boogie” by Mack 10 hits and Zayvion Lyons explodes through the curtain already dancing, shoulders rolling, feet bouncing, moving like he’s stepped straight out of a backyard party. He grins wide, throwing a quick two-step before pointing out to the crowd as if inviting them to move with him.
Justin: Introducing first, from Inglewood, California, weighing 218ibs “Fyin’” ZAYVIAN LYONS!
Cleo Phillips follows a few steps behind, composed and stone-faced, letting Zayvion steal every ounce of attention while she watches the surroundings like a strategist.
Zayvion dances his way down the ramp instead of walking, mixing in a smooth shuffle, a quick spin, and a playful bounce as he slaps hands on both sides. Halfway down, he stops, hits a bigger move to the beat, arms swinging, feet tapping, then laughs and nods as the crowd reacts.
Simone: As we said earlier, Zayvian has the chance to win the Roulette Title from Logan Hunter at Into the Void!
Lunam: And you know Logan will be watching this match, looking for any signs of weakness!
At ringside, he slides under the bottom rope, pops up immediately, and keeps the rhythm going with a short freestyle in the center of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, dancing in place for a second before throwing his arms up, hyping the crowd.
Cleo steps into the ring calmly and takes her spot in the corner, arms crossed, laser-focused, as Zayvion hops down, still moving to the music, loose, confident, and ready to go.
Justin: And his opponent!
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davis!
Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.
Simone: This isn’t the first time Liam has wrestled Zayvian and his track record against that young man isn’t great!
Lunam: That could change tonight though!
Dawn goes over the rules with both men before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And tonight’s opening match is underway!
Lunam: This will be a good one!
Once the bell rings Zayvian offers Liam a handshake to start the match but Liam stares at it before slapping it away and throwing a firearm shiver to Zayvian’s face! Zavian recoils for a second before returning the favour and it’s not long before the two men are brawling in the middle of the ring! Dawn keeps a close eye on the action, on the lookout for any closed fist punches or other illegal moves as the two men go at it and Cleo cheers on Zayvion.
Simone: It didn’t take long at all for things to break down here!
Lunam: Liam’s the larger of the two man but Zayvion’s keeping up with him!
Eventually Liam goes for a wild right hand but Zayvion ducks it and backs Liam up to the ropes with some more forearms before sending him across the ring! Zayvion goes for a Dropkick but Liam holds onto the top rope, causing his opponent to crash and burn and then rolls Zayvion up for the first pin of the match/night.
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvion gets the shoulder up.
Simone: First pin and near-fall of the night goes to Liam!
Lunam: Say what you will about his luck since he new year started but he has excellent Ring IQ as Zayvion just found out!
Liam shakes his head before grabbing Zavion’s arm for an armbar, however Zayvion rolls out of the attempt and when both men get to their feet Zayvion goes for another Dropkick, this time connecting! Liam bails from the ring and side eyes Cleo, clearly remembering what happened the last time he faced Zayvion.
Simone: Just in case you need a reminder? When Zayvion and Liam first faced off Liam got in Cleo’s face and it left him open to attack from Zayvion, and clearly? Liam still remembers that!
Lunam: All I’m saying about the look Liam is gibing Cleo is “if looks could kill”!
Liam still gets blindsided by Zayvion but there’s no argument this time and Zayvion hits the Floridian wrestler with a Springboard Hurricanrana! Zayvion then rolls Liam back into the ring and goes for his first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam kicks out! Cleo shouts words of encouragement from ringside as Zayvion backs up to give Liam room to get up.
Simone: Now the momentum’s in Zayvion’s corner!
Lunam: Not for long if Liam can help it!
Zayvion picks up Liam but gets turned around by a European Uppercut from Liam who takes the opportunity to apply a sleeper hold on Zayvion, Cleo cheers her client o but the cheers quickly turn o boos as a familiar trio appear at the top of the ramp.
Simone: Oh good, Logan and the Shields Sisters are here! Guess Logan felt like ruining this weeks opener to balance out the fact that he ruined last week’s Main Event!
Lunam: They aren’t doing anything right now though!
For now? L:ogan remains stoic while the beautiful twins stand at his side, Brooke with her arms crossed and Marissa eyeing the action as she paces but back in the ring Liam spots the trio and lets go of the hold before going over to the ring ropes and shouting abuse at them! However this leaves him open to a Victory Roll from Zayvion!
ONE!
TWO!
And Liam BARELY kicks out! Both men get back to their feet but Liam drops Zayvion with a DDT before covering!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvion kicks out! Both men get to their feet again but Liam goes for a clothesline while Zayvion goes for a kick, knocking both men down! But as Dawn starts her count? Logan and the Shields Sisters start moving toward the ring, with Marisa staying as far back as she can.
Simone: Both men are down, Logan and the Shields Sisters are on the move, what next?
Lunam: We can at last say that Marissa is he only good one n the group because she’s clearly against this idea!
Zayvion is the first one to his feet and, seeing that Liam landed by a corner, he heads to the top rope and calls for the Block Party! However? Logan and Brooke choose that exact moment to get on the apron.
Simone: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!
Logan: YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF MY TITLE! YOU WILL BE THE FIRST OF MANY TO FALL AND………..
???: Somebody say fall?
Simone: IT’S CARTER!
Lunam: He must’ve come through the audience!
Indeed, Carter ranks Logan off the ring apron and the two men start brawling as Zayvion hits his 720 Top Rope Splash Finisher! Brooke tries to help Logan with a dive off the apron…………but dives right into the path of an upcoming Cleo spear instead.
Simone: That’s twice now that Brooke has gotten wiped out by Cleo! And Carter and Logan are brawling up the ramp!
Lunam: And while Marissa scrapes her younger sister off the matt with a spatula? Zayvion’s going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, ZAYVION LYONS!
Simone: Zayvion gets the win and Carter gets some payback!
Lunam: And Brooke gets another hard lesson from Cleo!
Zayvion celebrates with Cleo while Marissa checks on her sister and Dawn checks on Liam.
Scene opens in a painfully dull living room. A group of people sit around talking in flat, lifeless tones. Someone is explaining mortgage rates. Another person is describing their new air fryer. The energy is dead. The color is drained from the room.
Voice Over: Has this ever happened to you? You’re standing in a room! You’re looking incredible! You have thoughts! You have opinions! You have presence! And yet somehow... the conversation is not about you!
A dramatic zoom-in on Helluva Bottom Carter, seated on a couch in a fabulous jacket, looking personally offended by the situation.
HBCarter: Tragic. Absolutely tragic.
One guest keeps rambling about lawn care. Another shows pictures of a kitchen remodel. Carter slowly turns toward the camera with a look of deep disbelief.
HBCarter: I did not survive this much fabulousness just to sit through a discussion about grout.
Voice Over: Introducing the Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon!!! The handheld confetti launcher for moments when a conversation is not about you... but should be!!!
Carter suddenly produces an outrageously sparkly cannon from behind a throw pillow. It is covered in rhinestones, rainbow chrome, and a tiny gold label that reads EMERGENCY ONLY.
HBCarter: Oh, now we’re talking.
He stands in one fluid motion, plants a hand on his hip, and raises the cannon high.
HBCarter: Excuse me, everyone! I’m about to improve this entire evening!!!
BOOM!!! A glorious blast of rainbow confetti explodes across the room. The guests scream in shock. One person drops a charcuterie plate. Another starts clapping out of instinct.
Voice Over: With one powerful burst of dazzling rainbow chaos, you can instantly redirect attention where it belongs! On you!!!
Carter struts through the raining confetti like he has just won a world title and a Tony Award on the same night.
HBCarter: Notice the difference! Nobody’s talking about backsplash tile now, are they?!
Cut to a second scene. A backyard barbecue. Someone is trying to explain fantasy football rules. Carter appears beside the grill, wearing sunglasses and looking deeply uninterested.
Voice Over: Stuck in a conversation about boring hobbies? Office policies? Fantasy sports? Not anymore!!!
HBCarter: Sweetheart, if I hear one more word about sleeper picks, somebody’s getting glittered.
He fires the Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon into the air. A massive burst of rainbow paper showers the cookout. People cheer. One guy still holding tongs looks emotionally transformed.
Voice Over: The Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon is perfect for birthdays, brunches, awkward family gatherings, post-match celebrations, dramatic entrances, casual inconveniences, and any moment requiring immediate fabulous intervention!!!
Cut to Carter in a mock demonstration room with a giant sign reading BEFORE. He stands beside two people having a boring conversation.
Random Man: So then the interest rates went up by point seven five percent.
Random Woman: Fascinating.
Carter sighs, presses a button on the cannon, and fires.
Confetti everywhere. The sign flips to AFTER.
Random Man: You know what? Let’s talk about Carter’s jacket!
Random Woman: I was just thinking the same thing!
HBCarter: Of course you were!!!
Voice Over: Tired of subtlety? Hate waiting your turn? Believe every moment is improved by spectacle? Then the Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon is exactly what your unreasonable soul has been craving!!!
Cut to a black background with the cannon slowly rotating like a luxury product reveal while sparkles flash around it.
Voice Over: Each Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon comes in four fabulous styles! Pride Parade Panic! Glamour Detonation! Disco Disaster! And our premium model... Attention Seeker Elite!!!
HBCarter: I use the Elite. Because naturally.
Cut to a serious fake testimonial setup. Carter sits in a chair, leaning forward sincerely.
HBCarter: Before the Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon, I had to interrupt people the old-fashioned way. Louder. Now? I let the cannon do the work.
He smiles. Immediate confetti blast from offscreen.
HBCarter: Beautiful.
Voice Over: But wait!!! There’s more!!!
Carter gasps dramatically and points straight at the camera.
HBCarter: More?!
Voice Over: Order now, and we’ll include the Emergency Compliment Whistle absolutely free!!! Just blow once, and nearby strangers are legally encouraged to notice your outfit!!!
Carter is handed a tiny rhinestone whistle. He blows it. Offscreen voices instantly shout compliments.
Off Screen Voice 1: Your hair looks amazing!
Off Screen Voice 2: That confidence is illegal in twelve states!
Off Screen Voice 3: Serve!!!
HBCarter: This is the future.
Suddenly the screen cuts to a fast talking disclaimer section while Carter demonstrates terrible uses.
Voice Over: Warning! The Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon is completely impractical indoors and may produce catastrophic results near ceiling fans!
Cut to Carter inside a small apartment. He shrugs and fires the cannon. A ceiling fan instantly turns the confetti blast into a full scale rainbow cyclone. Paper flies into drinks, lamps, and someone’s soup.
HBCarter: Worth it!
Voice Over: Do not operate while standing under vents, near open flames, inside moving vehicles, during funerals, or within ten feet of anyone holding a vacuum and a grudge!
Cut to Carter on a ladder attempting to fire the cannon in a garage. Confetti sticks to everything.
Voice Over: Side effects may include applause, resentment, dramatic coughing, spontaneous posing, jealousy, and being asked to leave several establishments!
Cut back to Carter standing in front of an enormous rainbow backdrop, cannon resting on his shoulder like a weapon of mass distraction.
HBCarter: When the room forgets who the main event is, you remind them. Loudly. Colorfully. Immediately.
Voice Over: The Rainbow Emergency Confetti Cannon!!! Because sometimes stealing the spotlight isn’t rude... it’s necessary!!!
HBCarter: Don’t just enter the conversation. Detonate it!!!
He fires one final deafening blast into the air as the screen freezes on him mid-pose, surrounded by exploding rainbow confetti.
Voice Over: Order now!!!
Fade out under chaotic applause, sparkling graphics, and one last shot of Carter blowing a kiss at the camera while someone offscreen yells for a broom.
The scene opens backstage where we see Brooke Shields slumped against a chair, clearly in pain, her older sister Marissa stands over her with a shit eating grin on her face.
Marissa: What did we learn?
Brooke: Fuck off!
Marissa: No, no, what did we learn?
Brooke sighs.
Brooke: Don’t try to help Logan when Cleo is within spearing distance.
Marissa: And how many times did you do it?
Brooke: REALLY?!
Marissa: I know you heard wat I said sis!
Brooke groans.
Brooke: Twice in a row!
We then pan over to see Logan Hunter standing next to the two beautiful woman with the Roulette Title over his shoulder.
Logan: ZAYVION! You conquered that failure of as future star but you will not conquer me! I don’t care how many times Brooke gets her guts rearranged by Cleo,……….
Marissa: Phrasing!
Logan: SHUT IT! For I will continue my reign of dominance beyond Into the Void and you will KNEEL!
Logan walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… and is a non-title match up… introducing first…
"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.
Suddenly Jonathon Young’s cover of New Divide hits the speakers and Harper Mason storms out already with a mic in her hands.
Simone: We knew Harper was going to address Cassie’s shocking accusations last week that she was behind the attack on Alicia in Germany!
Lunam: Especially considering Harper has never been known to resort to such tactics.
Harper gets into the ring and motions for he music to be cut off, once it is? Harper wastes no time in speaking her mind.
Harper: Are you fucking serious Cassie?!
The crowd pops for Harper’s bluntness as she paces around the ring.
Harper: First you betray me and give me a concussion, ruining this tour for me in the process because I haven’t been able to go on any rides even after getting cleared to compete, but accusing me of attacking Alicia when I had no reason too?!
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: I have to ask, where we ever really friends? Or were you just using me to get ahead? Because right now……………..
Cassie: OH SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The cheers quickly turn into boos as Cassie comes out on her own walking slowly down the ramp without Krystal or Riley.
Cassie: You always did like the sound of your own voice Harper!
Harper: That’s rich coming from the woman who used to end her promos by rambling on about her fans and fake queens and shit!
The crowd laughs as Harper glares at her.
Harper: Besides, you never answered my question!
Cassie: We were friends once Harper, don’t get that twisted, you were my ride or die for years, but the moment we showed up in SCW? Things changed! Suddenly you became the golden girl of Young Justice and I was stuck being your sidekick!
Harper: Maybe it’s because unlike you? I don’t choke when it comes to winning titles!
Simone: OH!
Lunam: That’s gotta sting for Cass!
Cassie growls right as Krystal and Riley slide into the ring behind Harper, Krystal with a chair in her hand.
Cassie: You know what? Fuck this! I was going to drag this out but we came to Copenhagen to do two things! One: book myself a title match by beating Alexandra, two: make sure you don’t make it to Into the Void!
Harper: Wait, we?
KRYSTAL SLAMS THE CHAIR INTO HARPER’s BACK, DROPPING HER! Cassie smirks as she enters the ring and Krystal holds Harper down while Riley slides the chair over Harper’s leg.
Simone: Oh no!
Cassie: Remember when I blew my knee out wrestling for a shot at the title you are scheduled to compete for at Into the Void Harper? Of course you don’t, you were too caught up in your own business as a one and done champion!
Lunam: Somebody stop this!
Cassie: Well. you’re about to find out what it’s like to walk around on a bad leg!
Cassie drops the mic and heads to the top rope, BUT AS SOON AS SHE GOES TO HUMP “HEAVY IS THE CROWN” HITS THE SPEAKERS!
Simone: HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!
Lunam: THANK GOD!
Jessie storms into the ring with her own chair in hand alongside Josh and Cassie and Krystal quickly bail from the ring! While Josh gets the chair off Harper’s leg and helps her up Riley tries to bail from the ring only for Jessie to catch her boot.
Simone: Oh this is NOT going to end well for Riley!
Lunam: I know she’s a Go Gym Graduate but this is her lesson in violence!
Riley looks like she’s seen a ghost when she sees Jessie and Jessie yanks Riley to her feet and hits her with the Circle Pit! The Springboard Tornado DDT! Harper motions for Jessie to hold Riley up and heads to the apron.
Simone: MASONLINE SPECIAL! BUCKSHOT LEG LARIAT TO RILEY!
Lunam: WELCOME TO THE BUSINESS KID!
Harper and Jessie yank up Riley one last time and unceremoniously dump her out of the ring at Cassie and Krystal’s feet! Krystal picks up the unconscious Riley and carries her to the back bridal style while Harper and Cassie glare at each other.
Simone: Now we need to get Harper out of this ring so this match can begin already!
The referee indeed does eject Harper from not just the ring but the ringside area as Cassie mocks her with an exagerated wave "buh bye"!
Justin: And her opponent…
The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.
Justin: From DALLAS, TX.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!"
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in the front row. She looks across the ring at Wolfe as the ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
After a short sparring of words, Wolfe charges in towards Calaway and tries to catch her with a boot, but Calaway dodges and they both turn around and Calaway fires in a slap to Wolfe’s chest, before firing in a chop to Wolfe’s chest and Wolfe stumbles back and Calaway continues with the slaps and chops to Wolfe’s chest who tries to cover up the best she can before Calaway grabs her head and takes her down to the mat, where she delivers a kick to the spine, which Wolfe arches her back before quickly crawling away from Calaway.
Simone: Wolfe tries to get the upper hand quickly with a surprise boot, but Calaway sees it coming and dodges before both turn and Calaway fires in a slap to Wolfe’s chest and the continues with a chop, which Wolfe stumbles backwards but Calaway continues to move after her and fires in some more chops and chest before taking her down to the mat and fires in a kick to the spine.
Calaway moves after her before grabbing a handful of her hair and drags her back up, where turns her around and fires in another chop, which drops Wolfe to a single knee, as Calaway grabs her and pulls her up, where she hooks her arms, but Wolfe quickly counters and breaks as they both turn to face each other, Wolfe fires in a slap across Calaway’s face and Calaway stumbles away holding her face.
Lunam: Wolfe tries to crawl away but Calaway followers and grabs and pulls her up, where she fires in another chop, which drops Wolfe, but Calaway pulls her up once more and hooks her arms but Wolfe counters and breaks.
Simone: cheap shot from Wolfe.
Wolfe and Calaway take a moment as Calaway rubs her face, as she turns back around, while Wolfe checks her own as some of the chops and slaps caught her face a few times. Wolfe then charges and hits a Lou Thesz press onto Calaway, where she fires in rapid and wild shots of punches and slaps as the ref watched on before Calaway kicks Wolfe off her. Calaway moves to the ropes, while Wolfe moves back to her feet and moves to Calaway, where she fires in a couple of punches to Calaway’s back before dragging her back up and moves herself and Calaway to the centre of the ring with a headlock in place and Wolfe takes too long, as Calaway breaks the hold and hits a clotheslines, which drops Wolfe to the mat.
Simone: Both take a moment, as they check their faces before Wolfe charges in and catches Calaway with a Lou Thesz press and fires in wild punches and slaps before Calaway kicks her off.
Lunam: Calaway retreats to the corner, as Wolfe gets back to feet and she moves to Calaway, where she clubs her back before moving to the centre of the ring with Calaway in tow and locked in a headlock, but Calaway fights back and downs Wolfe with a clothesline.
Calaway turns around and moves to Wolfe, where she drags her up before firing in a forearm shot before grabbing a hand and Irish whips her into a corner. Wolfe stays in the corner and Calaway rushes in and hits a splash onto Wolfe. Calaway takes a few steps backs and Wolfe stumbles out and Calaway grabs Wolfe around the throat and hits a chokeslam before going for a pin…
Simone: Calaway works over Wolfe before sending her into the corner, where she then hits a splash before following it up with a chokeslam.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Lunam: Calaway goes for the pin, but Wolfe kicks out.
Wolfe kicks out, as Calaway shakes her head and she tries again…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Simone: Another pin and kickout.
Calaway makes her way to her feet and grabs Wolfe once more and pulls her up and then throws her against the ropes, where she delivers a couple of kicks to Wolfe’s spine before taking a few steps backwards and then rushing in and drives her knees into Wolfe’s back. Wolfe expels some air and cries out from the impact as Calaway climbs off her as Wolfe stays in the place and Calaway slips through the ropes and onto the apron, where she eyes Wolfe before moving forward and leaps up and hits a guillotine leg drop and catches Wolfe across the neck.
Lunam: Calaway climbs to her feet and sends Wolfe into the ropes, where she delivers a couple of vicious kicks before rushing in and drives her knees into her back. But she isn’t done and she climbs from the ring onto the apron and hits a leg drop across her neck.
Calaway rolls herself off the apron to the outside, as Wolfe briefly remains against the ropes before pushing herself off and onto her side. Krystal slowly approaches Calaway but Calaway sees her coming and glares at her, as the ref demands Krystal to keep back and she puts her hands up and pretends to be innocent. Krystal moves around the ring, where she urges her sister on as Calaway slides herself back into the ring, where she grabs Wolfe’s foot and drags her away from the ropes and goes for a cover…
Simone: Krystal attempts to intimidate Calaway, but Calaway just shoots daggers at her and backs off at the demand of the referee. Calaway climbs back into the ring and grabs Wolfe’s foot and drags her away from the ropes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Simone: Wolfe kicks out, as Calaway looks to the ref before shaking her head as she makes her way to her feet, where she grabs Wolfe and drags her up and then places her between her knees where she looks for the Apocalypse {Elevated Powerbomb/Last Ride}, but as she lifts Wolfe up onto her shoulders, Krystal leaps up onto the apron and the ref becomes distracted by her and Wolfe begins to fire in punches on Calaway’s head. Calaway begins to stumble as Wolfe then adjusts her weight and hits a hurricanrana.
Lunam: Wolfe kicks out, as Calaway questions the ref before getting back to her feet, where she grabs Wolfe and pulls her up and the proceed to set up for the elevated power. She gets to certain point and Krystal gets involved and distracts the ref. This gives Wolfe an opening and she drives first into Calaway’s head.
Simone: Calaway stumbles a little and Wolfe hits a hurricanrana.
Calaway rolls away, as Wolfe stays down for a moment, as Krystal jumps off the apron and puts her hands up once more. As the ref turns and assess what’s happened, as Calaway gets to her hands and knees and moves to the ropes, as Krystal shouts at Wolfe to move. Wolfe slowly sits up, as the ref begins a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Lunam: Wolfe takes a moment, as Krystal leaps off the apron acting all innocent, as Calaway and Wolfe take their time.
Calaway moves to a knee as she looks at Wolfe and then at Krystal who is still advising her sister.
THREE!
FOUR!
Calaway climbs to her feet and moves to Wolfe, where she grabs her and pulls her up but Wolfe then grabs Calaway and hits a jawbreaker. Calaway stumbles away and towards the ropes and Wolfe scrambles to her feet and clotheslines Calaway over the ropes to the outside, who lands on her feet and stumbles backward before Wolfe turns and hits the ropes and using that momentum to dive through the ropes with a suicide dive and catches Calaway and drives her backwards against the barriers. Wolfe makes her way to her feet, while Calaway stays down as Wolfe moves towards the ring and leans on the apron for a moment to recover before moving back to Calaway, as the ref shouts at Wolfe to bring the action back into the ring.
Simone: Calaway climbs to her feet and moves to Wolfe, but Wolfe catches Calaway with a jawbreaker. Calaway is rocked and Wolfe clotheslines Calaway from the ring before catching her with a suicide dive.
Wolfe grabs Calaway and drags her up into a seated position against the barriers, where she grabs Calaway’s head and fires in knee before releasing and takes a few steps back and then rushes forward and connects the Penalty Shot (Running Soccer Kick to Face). Calaway slides sideways, as Wolfe smirks as the ref gives up demanding the action to be brough back into the ring and begins a count…
Lunam: Wolfe gets back to her feet, where she moves to Calaway before propping her up and the fires in a soccer kick to the face - ouch!
ONE!
TWO!
Wolfe rubs her leg from the kick before moving back in and grabs Calaway, where she grabs her by the hair and pulls her away from the barriers before setting up and hitting a snap suplex. Calaway arches her back in pain as Wolfe climbs back to her feet.
Simone: Wolfe with a snap suplex, which Calaway lands with a thud and she arches her back in pain.
THREE!
FOUR!
Wolfe stomps on Calaway a couple of times before grabbing her by the hair and pulls her up, where she then rolls her back into the ring.
FIVE!
SIX!
Wolfe climbs onto the apron and then through the ropes, where she carefully watches Calaway and where she moves before turning and leaping onto the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault before going for a cover.
Lunam: Wolfe stomps on Calaway before rolling Calaway back into the ring, as the ref gets to six.
Simone: Wolfe returns to the ring, where she takes a moment to watch what Calaway does and she then moves in and hits a springboard moonsault and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Wolfe slaps the mat and then proceeds to argue with the ref before going for another cover…
Lunam: Calaway kicks out, as Wolfe gets frustrated.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Wolfe screams in frustration and then at the ref before making her way to her feet, as she grabs Calaway once more and drags her up to her feet and all of a sudden Calaway drives her head forward and catches Wolfe with a headbutt in the face. Wolfe stumbles backward holding her face, as Calaway drops to a knee for a moment. Wolfe removes her hands and we see blood trickling out of her nose.
Simone: Wolfe is getting frustrated here and that leads to mistakes, which is now quickly evident, as Calaway drives her head forward and catches Wolfe in the face.
Lunam: Wolfe’s nose is bleeding and quite possibly broken.
Calaway smirks as she rises back to her feet and Wolfe charges at Calaway and Calaway ducks the wild swing before turning and boots Wolfe in the stomach. Wolfe holds her torso and Calaway follows that up with a spin kick and before Wolfe can stumble away, Calaway grabs Wolfe’s hand and drags her in and hits a STO.
Simone: Wolfe charges but Calaway is ready for her and she boots Wolfe in the stomach before following up with a spin and then a STO.
She doesn’t release Wolfe and drags her back up and then sets up and hits the Fallen Angel {Spinning Sitout Lifting Double underhook facebuster} and goes for a pin…
Lunam: Fallen Angel.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Calaway wins and puts a stop to any momentum that Wolfe had.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Alexandra Calaway.
Calaway’s music hits over the p.a as she rolls off Wolfe and slowly makes her way to her feet, as Krystal slides in and grabs her sister and pulls her away, as the ref raises Calaway’s arm up in victory.
Backstage at Tivoli Gardens, just outside gorilla, the noise never really drops. The crowd bleeds through the walls, rides clanking somewhere outside, everything mixing into one constant buzz.
Ryan Keys is already in the referee shirt when the camera catches him, bouncing lightly on his toes, rolling his shoulders out like he’s about to walk into a fight instead of officiate one. Aron Baltasarsson stands just off to his side, composed, watching him like he’s already reading the night ahead. Ms. Rocky Mountains steps in, catching the energy.
Ryan Keys: I’m not giving this back.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You’re not keeping it.
Ryan looks down at the shirt, straightens it anyway.
Ryan Keys: C’mon, it works. I look important.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You look like you’re about to make somebody very unhappy.
Ryan grins.
Ryan Keys: That’s kinda the point tonight.
The crowd pops louder and Ryan turns his head slightly, listening.
Ryan Keys: Hear that? That’s good. That’s real good.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: It should be. Ciarán Doyle and “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart are about to tear into each other and you’re right in the middle of it.
Ryan nods, quick.
Ryan Keys: Yeah, I know.
He taps the front of the shirt.
Ryan Keys: I’m in it too.
He keeps moving, taking a couple loose steps.
Ryan Keys: Logan got his shot in. Good for him.
A shrug, like it barely sticks.
Ryan Keys: Didn’t change anything.
A quick grin.
Ryan Keys: I’ll get that one back.
He bends down and tightens his laces, quick and practiced.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You’re not even wrestling.
Ryan stands back up.
Ryan Keys: Doesn’t matter. I’m still in it.
Aron steps in a little closer now, voice calm but carrying.
Aron Baltasarsson: Then make sure they remember that.
Ryan glances over.
Aron Baltasarsson: You are not there to follow them.
A brief pause.
Aron Baltasarsson: They follow you.
That shifts it.
Aron Baltasarsson: You set the pace. You decide what counts.
Another beat, steady.
Aron Baltasarsson: And when it is done, there is no question why.
Ryan nods once, sharper now.
Ryan Keys: Yeah.
The crowd hits again and Ryan turns slightly, still feeding off the energy.
Ryan Keys: They just gotta give me something worth counting.
A grin slips back in.
Ryan Keys: And I get to see who I’m facing next…
He glances back at Rocky.
Ryan Keys: …and how they get there.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Not a bad seat in the house.
Ryan nods.
Ryan Keys: Best one.
Ryan lingers for a second, listening to the crowd build again, then turns and heads off down the hallway, still carrying that same energy with him.
A video plays replaying Victoria Lyons getting slapped by Cleo Phillips, it replays over a few times to a solemn track.
It quickly cuts to a clip of Mercedes Vargas talking about 2024 Victoria.
And then a loud crash and a flash of light. The image cuts to then a burned throne sitting in darkness, amid a bed of ash, Victoria sits on what remains of the throne.
Victoria Lyons: Is this who you want Mercedes? Is this who you wanted to awaken Cleo? She was supposed to be put behind me when Alexandra Calaway burned this throne, but the way you talked about her Mercedes, it's like you wanted to see her again.
She laughs to herself.
Victoria Lyons: You don't just want the queen, you want the Mad Queen. Are you really sure this is who you want? You want the woman who tore through everyone, including you, without mercy?
She smiles a sinister smile.
Victoria Lyons: Just remember you awakened this. Don't you ever tell me what I have or haven't earned. Why don't you explain why you can't seem to pick up the win when we share the ring? You want to try to throw my tweets in my face? Yeah, I said that because I meant it I have earned my right to a Bombshell World Championship match, in reality it's long overdue. It's time for a new era to begin in Sin City wrestling.
She pauses.
Victoria Lyons: The Mad Queen is going to rise again, and I assure you Mercedes, and I assure you Crystal, it will be off with your heads. Long live the queen.
She smirks confidently into the camera has everything cuts to black.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our n next match was originally going to be a showcase of two women who will be prominently featured at Into the Void but now? It’s taken on a new form! It’s Crystal Zdunich’s retirement match as she takes on Frankie Holiday.
Lunam: This was made official earlier and Crystal has pilled out of the Triple Threat Match for the vacant World Bombshell Championship at Into The Void and say what you will about Crystal and the man y controversies she’s racked up over the years but she is a Hall of Famer and a multi-time champion who has more than earned her retirement!
Simone: This should be an emotional match to say the least, let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Special Challenge Match.
The opening piano strokes of “Skeletons” by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn’t acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Justin: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, FRANKIE HOLIDAY!
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Simone: As we all know, Frankie is one of three women scheduled to compete in this year’s Queen for a Day Ladder Match and heading into tonight? I was expecting to say that she could use this opportunity as motivation for booking herself against the winner of the Triple Threat at Into the Void but obviously? That’s changed.
Lunam: Hell Cassie Wolfe was saying much the same thing after her win over Crystal last week but with Crystal hanging up the boots for good after this match? That changes everything!
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 a spotlight 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 Zdunich 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, the crowd showers her with cheers as money with Crystal’s face on the bills begin to fall from the sky. 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 Crystal Zdunich!
Crystal nods her head with a grin as she bounces about and blows a kiss. They wait for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!
Simone: This is easily the most focussed we’ve seen Crystal in a while, I guess she is serious about calling it a career!
Lunam: If Frankie has any say in it? Crystal’s career will end with her on a stretcher!
Jacob goes over the rules with both women before calling for the bell.
Simone: And Crystal’s retirement match is on.
Lunam: Frankie will get huge bragging rights if she manages to end Crystal’s career by beating her, not to mention momentum for the Queen for a Day Match!
Once the bell rings Crystal and Frankie go nose to nose in the middle of the ring, Frankie immediately starts trash talking the fall of famer who seemingly stands there and takes it! That is util Crystal slaps the taste right out of Frankie’s mouth! Frankie’s head snaps around as she feels her cheek before the Wisconsinite goes to retaliate but Crystal ducks under Frankie’s right hand and starts firing off shots!
Simone: Crystal is starting her retirement match like a house on fire!
Lunam: I don’t think Frankie was expecting this much fight out of Crystal tonight!
Frankie backs up to the ropes and ducks in between the top and middle rope, forcing Jacob to step in and order Crystal to back off, Crystal does so but as soon as there’s some distance between them Frankie comes roaring out of the ropes with a Running Lariat! Frankie goes for the first pin of the match!
ONE!
AND CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
Simone: Crystal didn’t even let a two count happen there!
Lunam: She kicked out of Frankie’s pin attempt so fast that Jacob didn’t even have time to rase his hand to count the two count!
Frankie gives Jacob a disbelieving look but he maintains that his count was fair before Frankie picks up Crystal only for Crystal to hit Frankie with a jawbreaker sending the former World Bombshell Champion stumbling backwards and then through the ropes as Crystal sends Frankie to the outside with a dropkick! Frankie paces around the ringside area as the fans cheer only for Frankie to get wiped out by a Suicide Dive from Crystal!
Simone: Crystal is going all out to ensure that her career ends on a high note!
Lunam: She’ll have too against someone like Frankie!
Crystal rolls Frankie back into the ring and goes for a pin!
ONE!
AND FRANKIE KICKS OUT! Crystal looks stunned that her opponent also kicked out at one and immediately brings Frankie back down for another pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out!
Simone: Crystal showing her experience by going for another pin rather than arguing with Jacob!
Lunam: But it’ll take more than that to keep Frankie down!
Crystal shakes her head before she goes to pick up Frankie only for the younger woman to spin Crystal around with a European Uppercut and then score with a bridging German Suplex for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Crysyal kicks out! But Frankie rolls through it and goes for another German Suplex only for Crystal to land on her feet this time and score with a running Hurricanrana! Crystal holds on for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out! Both women get to their feet and Crystal makes the first move, charging at Frankie only for the latter to nearly take her head off with a lariat!
Simone: That’s one way for Frankie to stop Crystal’s momentum!
Lunam: I think Crystal’s head landed somewhere in the Danish Countryside!
Frankie goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Thre………NO! Crystal kicks out with seconds to spare!
Frankie gets in Jacob’s face accusing him of bias for the nostalgia act (as Frankie put it) but as Frankie goes to pick up Crystal she gets surprised with a roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
Lunam: Thre…………NO! Frankie kicks out at the last possible second!
Both women get to their feet and go for the same move, a running clothesline, and it knocks them both down!
Simone: And now both Crystal and Frankie are down!
Lunam: At this point whoever gets up first will have a huge advantage!
Jacob’s count reaches seven before Crystal gets to her feet first and seeing Frankie still down on the matt she calls for the finish and heads to the top rope!
Simone: Crystal is getting ready to Roll the Credits!
Lunam: On both the match and her career!
Crystal goes for the Five Star Frog Splash but Frankie rolls out of the way at the last second, causing her to crash and burn! Crystal sits up clutching her midsection in pain but Frankie grabs both wrists…………..
Simone: WUSONSIN AUTOPSY! THE DOIUBLE WRIST CLUTCH KNEE STRIKE!
Lunam: Crystal is out! Stick a fork in her career, she’s done!
Frankie goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Frankie Holiday!
Simone: Frankie gets the win and ends Crystal’s career in the process!
Lunam: She is not going to shut up about that heading into Queen for a Day, I assure you!
Frankie celebrates her win before leaving the ring as her music blares over the speakers, after a few minutes Crystal starts to stir and stands in the middle of the ring.
Crowd: THANK YOU CRYSTAL! THANK YOU CRYSTAL! THANK YOU CRYSTAL!
Simone: That says it all right there!
Lunam: Without a doubt!
Crystal gets emotional for a second before removing her boots and leaving them in the middle of the ring before heading up the ramp one last time.
Simone: Crystal has had her ups and downs over the years but what a career!
Lunam: Good luck to the next match for having to follow that!
Crystal blows a kiss to the fans before heading backstage for the final time.
The scene opens in a warmly lit pub set done up in green, gold, and black with SCW logos worked into the woodwork. Ciarán Doyle is already mid-rant, pacing with a glass in one hand and the other hand waving furiously at someone off-screen.
Ciarán Doyle: No, see, that’s exactly the sort of nonsense I’m talking about! Every time an Irishman walks into a room, somebody’s got to make the same tired joke! Oh, look, he must know whiskey! He must drink from sunrise to sunset! He must wrestle, brawl, sing rebel songs, and fall asleep in a hedge! It’s lazy, that is! Absolutely lazy!
He points accusingly off-screen.
Ciarán Doyle: I am a refined man! A professional athlete! A gentleman of taste and class with depth, dignity, and culture!
He turns, notices the camera, instantly brightens, and flashes a charming grin.
Ciarán Doyle: Ah! We’re on, are we? Lovely. Right then.
He straightens his jacket, smooths his hair, and leans casually against the bar.
Ciarán Doyle: In that case, welcome, friends, to a word from your betters about SCW Brand Irish Whiskey!
Triumphant music kicks in. The camera zooms in on a gleaming bottle of SCW Brand Irish Whiskey sitting on the bar under a heavenly beam of light.
Voice Over: SCW Brand Irish Whiskey! The official whiskey of hard knocks, hard hits, and harder opinions!
Ciarán lifts the bottle with reverence, turning it so the label catches the light.
Ciarán Doyle: Look at it there. Beautiful bottle. Fine color. Serious presence. It’s the sort of whiskey that walks into a room and the room fixes its posture.
Cut to Ciarán at a small tasting table with an absurdly serious expression, as though he is judging a world-class vintage.
Ciarán Doyle: Smooth on the pour! Warm on the finish! And bold enough to put hair on your chest even if you’ve already got plenty!
Voice Over: Crafted for champions, loudmouths, storytellers, and anyone who has ever pointed across a room and said, “I could take him.”
Ciarán takes a sip, closes his eyes, and nods with exaggerated approval.
Ciarán Doyle: Ahhh! That’ll do it! That’s the taste of confidence, poor decisions, and possibly texting your ex at half eleven with far too much self-belief!
Cut to a fake demonstration segment. A man in a bad suit sits slumped at a table looking miserable.
Voice Over: Feeling tired? Bored? Emotionally defeated? Lacking the spirit to argue with strangers about sports you barely understand?
Ciarán slides into frame and sets a glass of SCW Brand Irish Whiskey in front of the man.
Ciarán Doyle: Here now. Put some fight back in your soul.
The man takes a sip and suddenly sits up straighter, slaps the table, and points heroically into the middle distance.
Random Man: I have opinions again!
Voice Over: SCW Brand Irish Whiskey may help improve confidence, storytelling, charisma, unnecessary swagger, and your belief that you were absolutely winning that argument before your mate jumped in!
Ciarán now stands beside a chalkboard labeled Benefits, pointing at it with a cue stick.
Ciarán Doyle: Let’s have a look, shall we?
He taps each point as he reads.
Ciarán Doyle: Benefit one! Makes every chair feel like a throne.
Ciarán Doyle: Benefit two! May cause ordinary banter to sound like legendary pub folklore.
Ciarán Doyle: Benefit three! Dramatically improves your ability to glare at someone across a room as if they’ve insulted your family for seven generations.
Ciarán Doyle: Benefit four! You may become convinced you can sing. This has not been medically confirmed, but spirits are high on the matter.
Voice Over: Additional benefits may include louder laughter, stronger toasts, firmer handshakes, and the sudden urge to call everyone “my friend” right before challenging them to something unnecessary!
Cut to Ciarán standing at a dartboard. He throws a dart. It misses badly and hits a framed photo of an unnamed rival.
Ciarán Doyle: Ah well. Message sent.
Voice Over: And because no product is complete without full honesty, SCW Brand Irish Whiskey may also carry some side effects.
Ciarán nods solemnly and folds his hands.
Ciarán Doyle: That’s right. We believe in transparency.
Smash cut to a rapid-fire montage of increasingly ridiculous situations.
Voice Over: Side effects may include speaking with total authority on subjects you know very little about!
Ciarán stands in front of a whiteboard covered in nonsense diagrams.
Ciarán Doyle: The moon affects elbow drops. Everybody knows that.
Voice Over: An inflated belief in your own poetry!
Ciarán standing on a table.
Ciarán Doyle: Her eyes were like sunrise over County Clare and her temper like a tax collector with a grievance!
Voice Over: Temporary enhancement of competitive spirit!
Ciarán arm wrestling three men at once.
Ciarán Doyle: You brought too few opponents and too much confidence!
Voice Over: Spontaneous storytelling!
Ciarán in a booth with strangers gathered around.
Ciarán Doyle: So there I was, outnumbered fifteen to one, with one boot missing and a sandwich in me hand!
Voice Over: Increased volume!
Ciarán, now shouting across the room.
Ciarán Doyle: I AM SPEAKING AT A PERFECTLY REASONABLE LEVEL!
Voice Over: And in rare cases, the uncontrollable urge to become the emotional center of the room!
Ciarán, one hand over his heart, addressing a pub full of confused patrons.
Ciarán Doyle: I just think we’ve all grown from this evening.
Cut back to the bar. Ciarán pours two glasses, then eyes one suspiciously.
Ciarán Doyle: Of course, moderation matters. This is a whiskey, not a miracle potion.
He pauses, then tilts his head.
Ciarán Doyle: Though between ourselves, there have been evenings where I’d argue the point.
Voice Over: SCW Brand Irish Whiskey! Perfect for celebrations, commiserations, intense eye contact, and offering a toast so dramatic people assume you’re either in love or declaring war!
Ciarán raises his glass to the camera.
Ciarán Doyle: Here’s to good company, good craic, and bad ideas that make for excellent stories later!
He downs the glass, sets it down, and exhales proudly.
Ciarán Doyle: That’s magnificent stuff.
An off-screen voice from the beginning returns.
Voice Over: You were just complaining about stereotypes.
Ciarán freezes. Looks at the camera. Looks back off-screen.
Ciarán Doyle: I was correcting stereotypes. There’s a difference.
Voice Over: SCW Brand Irish Whiskey! Not just a drink. A personality amplifier!
Ciarán grabs the bottle, tucks it under his arm, and starts walking off.
Ciarán Doyle: Right, that’s enough filming. Who wants to hear how I nearly beat a man with a barstool and superior footwork in Galway?
Several off-screen voices cheer.
Voice Over: SCW Brand Irish Whiskey. Drink responsibly. Brag irresponsibly.
Freeze frame on Ciarán grinning with the bottle in hand as the SCW logo flashes across the screen.
The camera returns to the Open Air Stage and showcases the stage leading toward the six-sided ring. Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand. She takes a moment to pause before raising it.
Alexandra: Yes your Bombshell Internet Champion is going to grace you all with a few words. It's good to see all of your bright shining faces in the crowd tonight. Now there's been a lot of talk about who I might be facing at the super card. I've heard you all talking about it. While I would love to get my hands on Brandon Hendrix I know that's not allowed here. I'll let LJ handle that war.
A quick pause.
Alexandra: That leaves me without a challenger. I am curious as to who is brave enough to step up and face me for a shot at my Bombshell Internet Championship.
She pauses, walking around the ring pacing a bit.
Alexandra: You see, all the real talent currently available for me to go up against is already booked. I have been assured that management is scouring the globe looking for someone to take me on.
Before she can speak again Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve starts to play across the sound system.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the General Manager of Sin City Wrestling. Evelyn Hall!
Evelyn Hall steps out onto the stage through the curtains and is greeted by cheers and polite applause. She smiles and waves to everyone with one hand, the house mic in her other. Dressed in a sharply tailored emerald green suit with a crisp ivory blouse beneath, Evelyn carries herself with the effortless poise of a woman who never has to demand respect because she simply receives it. Even at a distance, her presence is impossible to ignore. She pauses at the top of the stage, taking in the reaction with a gracious smile before making her way forward in measured, confident strides.
Evelyn lifts the microphone as the music fades, the crowd settling quickly to hear their General Manager speak.
Evelyn Hall: Thank you very much. Thank you kindly.
The fans respond with another warm round of applause as Evelyn smiles wider.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening, everyone! And welcome once again to Climax Control!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Evelyn Hall: I do hope each and every one of you is having a wonderful time with us here tonight in beautiful Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen, Denmark!
That earns an even louder cheer from the audience, and Evelyn nods approvingly.
Evelyn Hall: Splendid. That is exactly what I like to hear.
She paces slowly across the stage, composed and elegant, yet with an unmistakable sense of purpose behind every step.
Evelyn Hall: Now then, as all of you know, we are just two weeks away from Osaka, Japan and Into the Void XV! A historic event. A tremendous event. And quite frankly, one of the most anticipated nights on the Sin City Wrestling calendar!
The crowd gives a strong reaction at the mention of the upcoming supercard.
Evelyn Hall: Of course, with an event of that magnitude approaching, there has been one particular question making its rounds all across the Internet. I have seen the speculation. I have seen the debates. I have seen the predictions. And yes, I have seen more than a few people convince themselves they already knew the answer.
She gives a knowing smile as a few chuckles ripple through the crowd.
Evelyn Hall: The question, naturally, being who will challenge Alexandra Calaway for the Bombshell Internet Championship at Into the Void XV?
The fans cheer again at the mention of the champion.
Evelyn Hall: First and foremost, I would like to extend my thanks to our champion, Alexandra Calaway, for her patience. Because when I say I have a surprise for someone, I do mean it sincerely.
Evelyn lets that line hang in the air for a moment, the crowd buzzing a bit louder now. Alexandra looks on, resting her forearms across the top rope as she waits along with everyone else.
Evelyn Hall: You see, I did not want to simply pull a name from a list. I did not want to hand out an opportunity on a whim. And I certainly did not want to settle for merely good enough.
She shakes her head once, firmly.
Evelyn Hall: No. For a championship of that caliber, at an event of that importance, I wanted the right challenger. A woman capable of pushing Alexandra Calaway to her absolute limits. A woman worthy of that spotlight. A woman who could make history with one opportunity.
The crowd hangs on every word as Evelyn slowly turns toward the entrance screen above the stage.
Evelyn Hall: So I did what any responsible modern executive would do. I scoured the world wide web for precisely the right woman. And after a great deal of searching, I do believe I have found her.
A wave of anticipation ripples through the audience as Evelyn looks up toward the massive screen above the stage.
Evelyn Hall: Ladies and gentlemen...
Evelyn turns and looks to the screen above the stage as it comes to life.
Raven black hair and a sliver of pale skin is seen and the SCW faithful should remember who it is. The crowd starts reacting and the sound increases the moment that she turns around and the devilish smirk upon her face causes the crowd to roar..
Kat: Remember me…?
A very different and a very cold looking Kat Jones is staring into the camera..
Kat: When SCW higher ups are wanting someone to face their champion and they have their GM call you.. You answer.. You negotiate.. You agree.. You prepare and make sure you are damn ready.. And as you will see soon enough.. I am more than ready.. So here I am..
Kat’s smirk is devilish but her eyes are cold and calculated..
Kat: Ally.. luv.. You manifested a little too hard.. You wanted to face me and now you get to face me twice.. Now I always love to make an entrance but a comeback entrance at the upcoming pay per view.. Even better.. You heard from her yourself that our lovely GM has worked very hard to find you an opponent and that opponent is me.. Get ready luv.. Because you are about to find out that the Kat Jones you thought you knew.. No longer exists.. See ya soon.
Kat blew her a kiss before the screen goes to black.
The camera returns to Evelyn Hall on the stage, a pleased smile spread across her face as the crowd continues buzzing over the stunning announcement. She stands tall and composed, clearly satisfied with the reaction that has swept across Tivoli Gardens. Inside of the ring, Alexandra’s eyes are wide with a smile on her face as she nods with anticipated pleasure!
Evelyn Hall: I did promise you all a surprise. And I do believe a surprise is exactly what I have delivered!
That line draws another loud response from the audience, with cheers and excited chatter still spilling out from every section of the venue. Evelyn gives a small nod, almost as if she is allowing the moment to breathe before continuing.
Evelyn Hall: And I certainly do hope that little revelation lived up to its potential.
Her smile widens just a touch as the fans cheer again at the prospect of the match now officially set.
Evelyn Hall: In two weeks, at Into the Void XV in Osaka, Japan, Alexandra Calaway will defend the Bombshell Internet Championship against the returning Kat Jones! A match worthy of the stage. A match worthy of the occasion. And, I suspect, a match none of us shall soon forget!
The crowd gives a strong and immediate response to that, the excitement building all over again at the official confirmation.
Evelyn Hall: To Alexandra Calaway and to Kat Jones, I wish you both the very best of luck in two weeks. May the better woman win!
Evelyn lowers the microphone slightly, still smiling as the fans applaud the announcement and the implications of what is now to come at Into the Void XV.
The camera then transitions over to the commentary position where Belinda Simone and Helluva Bottom Carter’s husband, Lunam, are visibly energized by what they have just witnessed.
Simone: What an announcement by Evelyn Hall! Kat Jones is coming back to Sin City Wrestling and she is heading straight into a Bombshell Internet Championship match at Into the Void XV! You could feel the energy in this whole place change the moment her name came up on that screen!
Lunam: Ah, would ye listen to this place, Simone! They’ve come alive entirely! Kat Jones is back in SCW, and she’s not comin’ back for a polite little hello either. She’s comin’ back for championship gold! That is massive!
Simone: It really is! Alexandra Calaway has been waiting to find out who her challenger would be, and now she knows it is going to be a returning Kat Jones on one of the biggest stages possible!
Lunam: And fair play to Evelyn Hall, because she said she had a surprise and she absolutely delivered on it! That’s not just any challenger. That’s a return with real stakes attached to it! Kat Jones against Alexandra Calaway for the Bombshell Internet Championship in Osaka! Ye couldn’t ask for a bigger spotlight than that!
Simone nods enthusiastically as the crowd can still be heard reacting in the background.
Simone: Alexandra Calaway has proven herself as champion, but now she has to prepare for a woman returning with something to prove, and that can make an already dangerous challenger even more dangerous!
Lunam: Exactly! There’s always somethin’ extra fierce about somebody makin’ their return. Kat Jones is goin’ to want to make an impact straight away, and there’d be no grander way to do that than by takin’ the title off Alexandra Calaway at Into the Void XV!
Simone: The road to Osaka just got a whole lot more interesting!
Lunam: Interesting? Ah, Simone, it got explosive! Osaka’s after gettin’ itself one hell of a championship match!
Bill Barnhart is seen relaxing in his dressing room waiting for the backstage personnel to inform him when he is to make his way to the staging area to be ready for his match against Ciaran Doyle. Bea and their English Bulldog Iris are also in the dressing room.
Bill: In a short time I will make my way to the ring for my match against Ciaran Doyal. This should be one of the easiest matches of my wrestling career but with the concept of having Ryan Keys as the Special Guest Referee for this match I am sure that there will be a lot of stuff happening that will make me want to destroy both of them.
Bea: You have nothing to be concerned about Bill. I will be at ringside as your manager and Iris will be my back-up security during the match. If Ciaran violates the rules or has people run in on your match they will be dealt with swiftly by me and Iris. As for Ryan Keys? If he does not call your match fairly under the rules of the match Ryan will also get taken out.
The backstage attendant walks into the dressing room and they inform Bill that he needs to get to the Staging Area to be ready for his entrance for his match.
Bill: This is going to be a very interesting match.
Bea: Me and Iris have your back Bill.
Bill, Bea, and Iris, exit the dressing room and they follow the backstage attendant to where the Staging Area is located.
Justin: The following contest is the King For A Day showdown Match!
The crowd reacts with a loud burst of excitement, a wave of cheers and anticipation rolling through the arena as everyone understands the stakes attached to this one. Two men already headed toward Into the Void XV are about to collide under a very unusual spotlight, and the knowledge that one of their fellow King For A Day competitors will be the special guest referee only adds more tension to the atmosphere.
Justin: Introducing the special guest referee!
I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of? by A Day to Remember hits and the audience comes alive again, this time with a different kind of energy as Ryan Keys bursts out from the back with a grin on his face and a swagger in his step. He is wearing a sleeveless referee shirt and black booty shorts that make absolutely no attempt to hide the fact that he knows exactly how good he looks. Ryan turns at the top of the stage, throws his arms out wide, and basks in the roar of the crowd before spinning once and slapping at his own chest, playing into the cheers from the fans who adore him. He jogs down the ramp, tagging hands on both sides, then pauses at ringside to flex and point toward himself with a cocky smile that only gets an even louder reaction. Ryan hops onto the apron in one fluid motion, slingshots over the top rope, lands light on his feet, and immediately drops into a referee crouch with a playful smirk as he gestures that he is all business tonight.
Simone: There is no denying Ryan Keys knows how to command attention, but tonight all eyes should be on how he calls this match. He has a direct interest in the outcome because both of these men are tied to his own path at Into the Void XV.
Lunam: Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, Belinda! Ryan Keys looks like a million bucks, the crowd loves him, and now he’s in there tae keep order between two fellas who would love nothin’ more than tae make a statement before Japan! That’s pressure, so it is!
Justin: Introducing first!
The arena lights drop into darkness with only a thin gold line glows across the stage. A hush ripples through the crowd. Then Antti Martikainen’s Lords of Iron erupts; deep drums, metallic Celtic strings, and a rising battle rhythm that shakes the air. On the very first swell of the melody, a spotlight snaps to life at the top of the ramp and Ciarán Doyle steps into it.
The crowd erupts instantly with cheers, signs waving, fans on their feet!
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland! Weighing 167 pounds! He is the Dawnhart Ciarán Doyle!
The introduction echoes as Ciarán begins his walk, the battle-charged rhythm matching the sway of his steps. He slips off the stage and moves down the ramp with a fluid, dancer’s glide, every motion smooth, confident, magnetic. Fans reach out and he meets them with touches of high fives, warm nods, quick smiles that light up his whole face.
At ringside he pauses, hands the nearest fan another white feather, then slides under the bottom rope with effortless grace. He rises in one fluid motion and heads straight for the corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle. He spreads his arms as the camera catches his hair falling over his shoulder as he leans forward, inviting the crowd’s roar.
Ciarán hops down, runs a hand through his hair, and circles the ring with a focused calm settling in. The showman’s smile fades into a warrior’s readiness. He grips the top rope, testing its spring, body relaxed but poised, centered and prepared.
The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the center of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.
Simone: Ciarán Doyle brings speed, agility, and a tremendous technical creativity into every match. He can attack from angles most opponents never see coming, but tonight he is giving up a lot of size and power to Bulldog Bill Barnhart.
Lunam: Aye, but never count the Irish lad out! Ciarán’s got that slick movement, that flash, that confidence, and under all that beauty there’s a fierce competitive streak. Bill Barnhart can flatten ye, but Ciarán can turn a heartbeat into a trap!
Justin: And his opponent!
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Iris the Bulldog and Bea Barnhart! Bulldog Bill Barnhart!
When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Lunam: Here comes trouble, and plenty of it! Bill Barnhart’s a rough, nasty customer on his best night, and with Bea lurkin’ about at ringside there’s always a danger that somethin’ underhanded’s about tae happen when the referee’s eyes drift away.
Simone: Bill Barnhart is a veteran for a reason. He is technically sound, physically punishing, and absolutely willing to bend the rules. Ciarán needs to be aware not only of Bill’s strength advantage but also of Bea’s presence outside the ring.
Ryan Keys stands between them and gives both men a long look, clearly aware this could spill out of control in an instant. Bill glares past Ryan at Ciarán with contempt, while Ciarán offers a calm smile that looks respectful on the surface but carries a definite edge underneath. Ryan checks both men, points toward Bea to keep her back, and then signals for the start.
DING DING DING!
From the opening second Bill storms forward like he has been insulted by the very idea of waiting, crashing into Ciarán before the Irishman can fully circle away. A clubbing forearm hammers down across the upper back and buckles Ciarán forward. Another smashes across the shoulders. Then another! Bill uses every inch of that 6'4", 240-pound frame to overwhelm the smaller man, bullying him backward with brutal shoves and thudding body shots before driving a heavy right hand into the side of the head. Ciarán drops to one knee, trying to cover up, but Bill stays on him with ugly, grinding offense, raking the forearm across the face, dragging him up by the arm, and slamming him back down with a swinging neckbreaker that snaps Ciarán to the canvas hard. Bill kneels over him and drives a fist into the ribs for good measure before rising and stalking in a tight circle with a sneer on his face.
Simone: This is exactly how Barnhart wanted to start. No space, no rhythm, no chance for Ciarán to get airborne.
Lunam: Bill’s makin’ it a dogfight right away! He’s batterin’ the lad and makin’ every second miserable!
Bill jerks Ciarán up and fires him sternum-first into the turnbuckles. The impact jolts through Doyle’s whole body and Barnhart follows with a running shoulder thrust to the spine that folds him over. Bill drags him out by the waist, barks mockingly, then plants him with a belly to back suplex that sends Ciarán skidding across the mat. Ryan drops down for position as Bill covers with one forearm across the face.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Bill looks up instantly, glaring at Ryan with annoyance, but Ryan flashes two fingers and tells him it was only a two count. Bill grumbles, pulls Ciarán up again, and this time hooks the arm for a Flying Hammerlock that drives Doyle down on the shoulder. Ciarán rolls away clutching the arm, and Bill stays methodical, stomping the shoulder, kneeing the triceps, then twisting into a grounded arm wringer before shifting his weight and grinding a knee into the upper back. The veteran is dissecting him piece by piece, taking away motion before motion can become danger.
Ciarán finally throws back elbows with his free arm and scrambles up, firing a sharp rolling sobat kick into Bill’s midsection. He follows with a spinning back kick to the body and then a quick leg sweep into a standing moonsault combo! The crowd erupts as he lands clean across the chest and hooks a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The pace changes all at once. Ciarán hits the ropes and ducks a clothesline, springs to the second rope, and lands a springboard dropkick that catches Bill flush in the jaw! Barnhart staggers into the corner and Ciarán flies in with a jumping corner dropkick, both boots thudding into Bill’s chest. He keeps the momentum alive, snapping off a running headscissors takedown that finally puts the bigger man on his back, then follows with a high, beautiful standing pose before dropping into a grounded headscissors with a tight bridge, forcing Ryan to get low for a better look. Bill muscles loose before it becomes a pin, but Ciarán is rolling now, glowing with confidence, and the crowd is fully behind him.
Simone: That is what makes Ciarán so difficult. One opening becomes three attacks in rapid succession!
Lunam: He’s dancin’ now! Once Ciarán finds his rhythm, it feels like tryin’ tae catch smoke with your bare hands!
Bill charges again and Ciarán slips around him into a tilt-a-whirl DDT that spikes Barnhart down! The crowd comes up even louder as Ciarán kips up and sends Bill reeling toward the buckles. Ciarán rushes in with another flurry, trapping Barnhart in the corner with forearms, kicks to the thigh, and a running high knee to the jaw. Bill covers up as Ciarán keeps firing until Ryan physically steps in and pries him away, forcing both hands into Ciarán’s chest to back him off. Ciarán argues that he had him, while Bill instantly points and complains about closed fists and illegal strikes. Ryan shouts at both men, warning them to keep it under control, and the tension between all three becomes more noticeable.
Bill takes advantage of the pause. As Ryan turns to finish the warning, Barnhart lunges out of the corner and blasts Ciarán with a DDT out of nowhere! Ciarán is planted straight down, and Bill rolls him over for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Bill slaps the mat in frustration and immediately starts jawing with Ryan, insisting that count was too slow. Ryan tells him it was perfectly fine, but Bill rises into his face, pointing and shouting. Ryan does not back down. Chest to chest, the special referee barks right back, and suddenly Bill shoves Ryan with both hands! The arena gasps, but Ryan instantly shoves him back and Bill stumbles one step. That one step is all Ciarán needs. He darts forward, hooks the legs, and traps Bill in a tight roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Lunam: Oh, he nearly stole it there! That’s what happens when ye lose the head!
Simone: Bill Barnhart cannot afford to make this personal with Ryan Keys. He is letting emotion distract him from the match.
Barnhart tries to settle himself by going back to what he does best. He catches Ciarán on the rise with a violent shot block to the knee, then folds him over into the Barnhart Shoulder Breaker, wrenching the arm and shoulder with malicious precision before dropping him to the mat. Bill stomps the ribs, drags Doyle to the ropes, and whips him hard across the ring. On the rebound he catches him in mid-stride and launches him with the Bulldog Slam! Ciarán bounces on impact and Bill hooks both legs deep.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Ciarán survives again, but he is hurting now, chest heaving, shoulder compromised, and one leg clearly favoring him. Bill smells blood and cinches in a calf crusher, sitting back hard on the hold. Ciarán cries out and claws for the ropes, fingertips stretching inches at a time until Bea suddenly reaches in behind Ryan’s back and grabs the top rope, pulling it farther away. The crowd sees it instantly and erupts with boos. Ciarán fights desperately, dragging himself anyway, only for Bea to change tactics and straight-up choke him on the middle rope as Bill distracts Ryan with complaints. Ryan spins around just in time to catch Bea with both hands on Doyle’s throat.
Simone: And there it is! Ryan Keys caught Bea Barnhart red-handed!
Lunam: Off ye go, Bea! The fans are lovin’ that one! She was after chokin’ the life out of him!
Bea throws an absolute fit, shouting at Ryan and at the fans, clutching Bill’s pink chalice and yanking Iris along as she stomps away. Bill is beside himself, screaming at Ryan that he had no right, but Ryan stands firm and orders the match to continue. The distraction gives Ciarán precious seconds, though maybe not enough. Bill storms back in, snatches him from behind, and clamps on a sleeper hold in the center of the ring. His big arms snake around Doyle’s head and neck, crushing down while using that weight advantage to drag him lower and lower. Ciarán’s knees wobble. His arms fade. Ryan checks him closely, raising a hand and asking if he wants to continue. Bill leans harder, face twisted with determination as he tries to choke the fight and consciousness out of the smaller man.
Ciarán’s hand drops once. The crowd grows anxious. Ryan checks again. The hand drops a second time. Bill snarls, believing he has it won. But just before the third check, Ciarán jolts with life! He twists his hips, plants both boots against the middle rope behind him, and with one desperate burst kicks off! The sudden spring throws Bill’s balance forward and flips the entire weight of the hold into a backward tumble. Ciarán lands on top, shoulders tight, legs folded under him as Ryan dives into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
For a heartbeat Bill looks stunned, frozen in disbelief as Ciarán rolls away gasping for breath and clutching his neck. Then the arena erupts in cheers as the reality sinks in. Ciarán Doyle has stolen the victory from the jaws of defeat with pure instinct and resilience!
Justin: Here is your winner, Ciarán Doyle!
Simone: What an incredible counter! Bill Barnhart had that sleeper locked in deep, but Ciarán Doyle used the ropes, used his ring awareness, and turned survival into victory!
Lunam: That was brilliant! Absolutely brilliant from Ciarán Doyle! He was in desperate trouble, and in one flash he flipped the whole match on its head!
Ryan Keys helps Ciarán back to his feet and raises his hand to a roaring ovation, but the celebration lasts only seconds. Bill Barnhart explodes from behind and cuts Ciarán down with a savage clothesline to the back of the head! The crowd turns from cheers to furious boos in an instant as Ciarán crashes to the mat. Ryan spins around and rushes at Bill, trying to stop the assault, but Barnhart drives a brutal low blow into Ryan that drops the special referee to his knees in agony. The audience howls in outrage as Bill grabs Ryan by the head and tights, hauls him up, and drills him into the canvas with a piledriver!
Simone: Oh come on! That is completely unnecessary!
Lunam: The dirty bastard’s lost the plot! He’s just planted Ryan Keys right on his head!
Bill rises slowly, breathing hard, looking down at both fallen men with cold disgust. He snarls toward the crowd, then exits the ring without another word, leaving Ciarán Doyle and Ryan Keys laid out behind him as boos rain from every corner of the building. No Bea. No Iris. No celebration. Just pure bitterness and damage in the aftermath of a match that may have ended with a winner, but certainly did not end with peace.
Simone: Ciarán Doyle won the match, but Bulldog Bill Barnhart just made this whole situation even more volatile heading into Into the Void XV.
Lunam: Aye, and now ye’ve got bad blood boilin’ over in every direction! Ciarán got the win, Ryan got dropped, and Bill Barnhart’s walkin’ out like a man who’s tellin’ the whole world this fight is far from over!
Camera cuts to LJ Kasey standing in front of a black SCW backdrop. No pacing. No theatrics. Just taped wrists, focused eyes, and a mic already in hand. LJ exhales once through his nose, jaw tight, then looks straight into the camera.
LJ: Brandon Hendrix. You’ve been real busy lately, haven’t you? Cheap shots, numbers games and sending your little crew in to do the work while you stand back and pretend like you’re the one in control.”
He gives a small nod.
LJ: Yeah… I see it. And I understand it. Because you don’t actually want a fight with me.
His voice sharpens just a touch.
LJ: I’ve heard that you want conditions. You want chaos you can hide inside. You want just enough control to make sure you don’t have to deal with me one-on-one for longer than you’re comfortable with. That ends now. Because no matter what happens out there tonight....whether I walk out of this building as the SCW World Champion or I don’t...I’m still walking into Into The Void with one promise. You are going to hurt. Not the kind of hurt you walk off. Not the kind of hurt you laugh about with your boys after the show. I’m talking about the kind of hurt that stays with you. The kind that reminds you every time you move what you started.”
His jaw line tightens physically tightens as does his grip upon the microphone.
LJ: Because I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You gave me control.
He taps his chest.
LJ: You let me pick the stipulation. The match type. The rules. Smart move on paper. Stupid move in reality. You thought giving me control would make me play fair. You thought I’d keep this clean. Keep it respectable. Keep it contained.
He leans in just a little more with a wicked smirk upon his young face.
LJ: You really don’t know me that well. You want friends and family kept out of it? Fine. I’ve got no problem making sure nobody I care about is anywhere near what’s about to happen. But you? I don’t trust you. Not for a second.”
His eyes narrow as he steps back and takes a deep breath.
LJ: So here’s what we’re going to do.
He straightens up, voice steady, deliberate.
LJ: At Into The Void in Osaka, Japan. There’s nowhere for you to run. There’s nowhere for your boys to sneak in from. There’s nowhere to hide. It will be LJ Kasey vs. Brandon F’N Hendrix in LETHAL LOCKDOWN!!!!
You can hear the crowd in Denmark and around the world cheer loudly at that moment.
LJ: The cage doesn’t just surround the ring…It surrounds everything. Steel walls. No doors you can slip through. No gaps. No shortcuts. And since you like bringing your little toys to the party? We’ll have plenty. Everything inside that cage becomes fair game. And once that door closes? You’re locked in there with me. No help, no interference and absolutely no excuses.
He tilts his head slightly.
LJ: Now… I’m a reasonable man. So I’ll make you a deal. If your minions stay out of it? So will anyone else. But that doesn’t mean that they won’t be watching. If I see one of them or they see them make their move...If I even think one of them is getting involved then this stops being a match. And it becomes a war.
His eyes burn straight into the lens.
LJ: And you don’t get to decide how that ends. So go ahead, Brandon, bring whatever confidence you’ve got left. Bring your tricks. Bring your attitude. Just make sure you bring enough of yourself to survive it. Because at Into The Void... You’re not walking into chaos. You’re walking into me.
LJ hands the mic off without another word and walks out of frame as the camera lingers for a second before cutting away.
The camera returns to the Open Air Stage jam packed with SCW fans.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the party is not over yet! Not by a long shot! You asked for more, you demanded more, and SCW is giving you more! Please get on your feet and make as much noise as you possibly can for this very special extra performance! Once again, here she is! The one and only! The outrageous! The unstoppable! The absolutely unforgettable Amanda Hugginkiss!!!
The crowd erupts into a roar as the lights burst into a riot of hot pink, electric purple, and shimmering gold. A shower of glittering sparks rains down from above while the entrance music hits with a dramatic pulse.
Amanda steps out onto the stage in a brand new outlandish ensemble that somehow manages to be even more flamboyant than before. She wears a skin tight catsuit of reflective fuchsia sequins with swirling silver flames running up the legs and around the torso. One shoulder is crowned with an enormous explosion of layered feathers in neon blue, violet, and gold that fans out like a peacock in a midlife crisis. Around her waist sits a sparkling corset belt studded with rhinestones the size of marbles, while knee high metallic boots gleam beneath the stage lights with every strut. Her makeup is impossibly bold, with glittering sapphire eyeshadow, dramatic lashes, and lips painted in a glossy candy apple red. Perched atop her head is a crooked crystal headpiece shaped like a broken halo, because subtlety has never once been invited to Amanda Hugginkiss’s party.
Amanda throws one hand in the air and strikes a pose at the top of the ramp as the crowd screams even louder.
Amanda: Oh, did you miss me, darlings!!! I said, did you miss me!!!
The fans answer with a thunderous cheer.
Amanda: I knew it!!! You cannot have a night this fabulous and not save room for dessert! And honey, I am the whole dessert cart!!!
Justin grins at ringside, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos.
Justin: Amanda, I think they want one more show-stopping moment from you tonight!
Amanda places a hand dramatically against her chest.
Amanda: One more moment? Sweetheart, when I step on this stage, every moment is show-stopping! Now hit my music, turn those lights up, and let these beautiful people have exactly what they came for!
The music begins and Amanda begins the performance.
Amanda: I float into the function in a leopard print divine,
Got my face pulled tight enough to turn cheap water into wine.
I clocked your busted highlight from a block and a half away,
Said, “Baby, that contour looks exhausted, let’s all pause and pray.”
I live for little comments with a satin-gloved attack,
I smile when I deliver it, then never take it back.
I season every sentence with a teaspoon full of spite,
But if you raise one brow at me, I will cry before midnight.
Because I can serve a look and I can serve a line,
I can cut a girl to ribbons and still say, “Oh, I’m fine.”
But if the tables turn on me, I’m suddenly a dove,
A fragile little flower who just wants a little love.
Read me gently, I’m sensitive,
Yes, I started it, but that’s irrelevant.
I can roast you till the room goes dead,
But one tiny jab and I’m back in bed.
Read me gently, use a sweeter tone,
I dish it out, but I can’t take my own.
I’m a savage with a trembling heart,
So if you’re gonna drag me, drag me soft.
I told Miss Thing her outfit was a hate crime made of mesh,
Said her wig was giving “recently discovered in the trash” at best.
I asked who did her makeup so I know who to avoid,
Then laughed so hard I nearly pulled a hamstring and aroid.
I am the people's princess of a backhanded remark,
A chandelier of pettiness, a supernova spark.
But then she said my nail was crooked, barely even mean,
And suddenly my spirit left my body through my spleen.
Now everybody’s staring while I fan away a tear,
Talking ‘bout, “She crossed a line,” though I’ve been crossing lines for years.
Yes, I called her cheap and tacky with a face like day-old paint,
But she said my nose looked shiny, and now I simply faint.
Read me gently, I’m sensitive,
Yes, I started it, but that’s irrelevant.
I can roast you till the room goes dead,
But one tiny jab and I’m back in bed.
Read me gently, use a sweeter tone,
I dish it out, but I can’t take my own.
I’m a savage with a trembling heart,
So if you’re gonna drag me, drag me soft.
Do not mention my lace front.
Do not speak about this tuck.
Do not ask me if my padding
looks like two decorative trucks.
Do not say my lip is crooked.
Do not say my age out loud.
I can call your whole bloodline a curse
and work the room into a crowd.
But if you say my dress is “fine,”
that shady little word,
I will need six close friends, a wrap,
and emotional support from birds.
I’m delicate
I’m damaged
I’m glamorous and misunderstood
I’m venom in a velvet glove
with self-esteem made out of wood
I’m brutal
I’m brilliant
I’m every nasty thing with charm
But when the reading comes to me
I need to be removed from harm
Read me gently, I’m sensitive,
A contradiction and I live for it.
I’ll set the library all aflame,
Then act betrayed when they say my name.
Read me gently, I’m weak inside,
Behind the lashes and the ego ride.
I’m the queen of “Can you not be rude?”
Right after ruining somebody’s mood.
Read me gently, I’m sensitive,
Dramatic, messy, and definitive.
I can throw the first stone with art,
So if you’re gonna drag me, drag me soft.
Yes, if you’re gonna drag me, drag me soft.
Because I am emotionally unavailable for consequences.
Following the performance, Amanda stands center stage basking in the deafening reaction from the SCW faithful. With a radiant grin, she blows kiss after kiss to her adoring public while the fans cheer and applaud, many of them on their feet as the Open Air Stage shakes with energy. Amanda places a hand over her heart, gives one final dramatic wave, and struts off with all the grandeur of a woman fully aware she has just owned the night.
Have the camera return to the ringside area. Senior referee Jasmine St. John steps through the ropes and inside of the ring to a polite reception. She makes a slow turn in place, checking the timekeeper’s position, then glances toward the entrance as the anticipation inside the building swells into a steady roar.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! This is the Main Event of the evening! Scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd answers him with a thunderous ovation, knowing exactly what is at stake and fully aware that the upset score between these two men weeks ago has thrown a dangerous amount of uncertainty into this title defense.
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of Kingslayer by Bring Me The Horizon feat. BABYMETAL. A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance. The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans.
Justin: Introducing first the challenger! From Middleton, United Kingdom, weighing two hundred and ten pounds! LJ KASEY!
Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap. He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving Alexander Raven, and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.
Simone: A few weeks ago LJ Kasey shocked the wrestling world when he pinned Alexander Raven in a non-title match, and that upset is the whole reason we are here right now.
Lunam: It wasnae a fluke in the eyes of a lot o folk, Belinda. The lad earned this shot fair and square, and now he’s got the chance tae prove lightning can strike twice! But doin it once is one thing. Doin it with the whole world title on the line is another beast entirely!
Justin: And his opponent!
As the opening rift of Kafka by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.
Hardly in the spirit of the era. Dedicate and thin skinned.
One appeared in front of the jury. Face uncovered in front of the jury.
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.
Justin: Introducing the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion! Accompanied by Luna Pasilno! From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds - ALEXANDER RAVEN!
Beauty of looks, beauty of faults.
Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.
As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her. Waiting for the bell.
Simone: Alexander Raven may be the most arrogant champion in SCW, but he keeps winning. And in Japan he is set for that combustible title versus title showdown with Miles Kasey, LJ’s own brother, if he gets through this tonight.
Lunam: And look again, Belinda. Still nae world title belt in sight! Raven said that championship would not be seen again so long as he was champion, and he’s treated that like some twisted badge o honor. It’s disrespectful tae the title, disrespectful tae the company, and yet somehow it suits the man perfectly!
Jasmine St. John steps between them, gives one final look to the timekeeper, and then sweeps her hand down.
DING DING DING!
The two men circle immediately, LJ bouncing on the balls of his feet, Raven stalking with tighter footwork and a calmer expression that barely hides the irritation on his face. They tie up collar and elbow and LJ instantly slips to wrist control, twisting the arm and rolling through into a hammerlock. Raven reaches back, tries to peel the grip, but LJ floats behind, shifts to a rear waistlock, then snaps forward with a quick roll-up!
ONE!
Kick out!
Raven sits up in surprise and LJ is already on him again, snatching a headlock takeover, rolling through, and converting the motion into another pinning cradle!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The champion scrambles up, angry now, but LJ sweeps the leg out of a fresh lockup, dives across the chest, and hooks both legs in a jackknife!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: What a blistering start by LJ Kasey!
Lunam: He’s after Raven’s head, after his confidence, after every ounce o composure the champion has!
Raven rushes upright again, red in the face, only for LJ to spin through on another hammerlock attempt, roll him over, and stack him up once more!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Jasmine rushes in and begins the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven looks right at her and grins, counting along with her using his free hand as if the warning means nothing. He only breaks before five, then throws his arms out and mouths off to the audience as though he has accomplished something brilliant. LJ coughs and tries to gather himself, but Raven drives a knee into the ribs, takes him down with a crisp belly-to-back suplex, floats over into a grounded armbar, and starts wrenching back with ugly precision. LJ twists and bridges to relieve pressure, yet Raven keeps changing angles, grapevining the shoulder and forcing Kasey to fight inch by inch.
Simone: This is where Raven thrives. Catch-as-catch-can, pressure on the joints, bending the body where it does not want to go.
Lunam: He disnae just beat ye, he tries tae unravel ye piece by piece!
LJ finally turns into the hold, plants a boot against Raven’s hip, and kicks free. He springs up and fires two sharp European uppercuts, then a knife-edge chop that cracks through the arena. Raven answers with a straight punch to the jaw. LJ wobbles, then comes back with a dropkick right to the knee. Raven buckles. LJ follows with a snapmare and a teasing kick to the spine that makes the crowd rise, but Raven rolls away before a follow-up can land clean. LJ gives chase, leapfrogs a rushed clothesline, drops down under the return, and pops up into a perfect standing dropkick that sends the champion staggering through the ropes to the floor.
The crowd buzzes as LJ builds momentum from one side of the ring to the other. Raven turns just in time to see a blur in gold and black explode toward him. LJ hits the ropes, plants, springs into a handspring, and launches himself over the top rope with breathtaking height, crashing down onto Raven on the floor with a handspring dive that wipes both men out in front of the announce desk!
The arena detonates with a standing ovation!
Simone: Are you kidding me! LJ Kasey just flew over the top rope and flattened the World Champion on the floor!
Lunam: Sweet mercy what a dive! He near took Raven’s soul out through the back o his body there!
Jasmine starts the count as both men lie sprawled on the outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
LJ pulls himself up first and drags Raven to his feet, rolling him under the bottom rope before climbing to the apron. He waits for Raven to rise, then springs in with a springboard arm drag that sends the champion tumbling across the canvas. Raven stumbles up into a running forearm smash. LJ whips him to the corner, charges, and drives a handspring back elbow flush into the jaw. Raven reels out and LJ scoops him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, then hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven kicks free and tries to slow the pace, but LJ keeps the pressure on with a wristlock sequence into a hammerlock, spins him around, lands a jumping knee strike, then snaps off a standing hurricanrana that sends the champion skidding toward the ropes. Raven comes back desperate with a slingblade and finally cuts the challenger down. Sensing the opening, Raven stomps the midsection, drops a standing elbow into the sternum, then deadlifts LJ into a German suplex with a nasty bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Now Raven snarls, drags LJ up by the hair, and stuffs him in the corner for a facewasher boot that scrapes across the challenger’s face. He follows with a thrust kick to the chest, then grabs both wrists and hammers him with straight punches while Luna applauds from outside. Jasmine warns him repeatedly about the closed fists, but Raven just smirks and keeps pushing the line. He whips LJ across, charges, and crushes him with a Lou Thesz Press before unloading more punches to the head and temple.
Simone: Raven has turned this into his kind of fight now. Ugly, rough, and just within the boundary of what Jasmine St. John will allow.
Lunam: He knows exactly how far tae lean over the line without fallin fully across it!
Raven yanks LJ up into an exploder suplex that throws him nearly halfway across the ring. He senses the finish, stalks behind him, and tries for The Kingslayer, but LJ twists free before the double hammerlock can be secured. LJ lands behind, shoves Raven into the ropes, catches the rebound with a slingblade of his own, and both men are down. The crowd rallies hard as Jasmine begins a standing count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
LJ is up first at seven, and he comes alive with a combination of uppercuts, chops, a spinning back elbow, and then a basement dropkick to the knee that folds Raven awkwardly. He hits the ropes and blasts him with a lariat that turns the champion inside out. Raven staggers up on instinct and LJ hoists him with all the strength he can muster, dropping him with a beautiful brainbuster in the center of the ring!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The challenger does not hesitate. He drags Raven toward the corner, scales to the top rope, and launches with a springboard crossbody, but Raven rolls through and nearly steals it!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both men race up. LJ kicks Raven in the gut, tries for the reverse-spin Michinoku driver, but Raven blocks and counters into a brutal armbar takedown. LJ clasps his hands, twists, bridges, and somehow gets to a vertical base. Raven lets go only to hammer him with a shining wizard that nearly caves his skull in!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven slams the mat in frustration and signals again for The Kingslayer. He drags LJ up, threads the arms, but LJ fires a desperation back body drop escape. Raven lands hard, bounces to his knees, and gets drilled by a roundhouse kick. LJ hits the ropes, rebounds, and nails a diving cutter! Raven flips onto his back and the crowd comes unglued as LJ scrambles into position, feeling the title within reach.
He backs to the apron, eyes blazing, waiting for Raven to stand. The champion rises unsteadily, and LJ slingshots in with Blast From the Past, the OsCutter connecting flush in the middle of the ring! Raven is planted! LJ hooks both legs deep and Jasmine drops into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
The count is broken as Raven’s boot suddenly finds the bottom rope!
The building erupts in outrage as the camera catches Luna Pasilno at ringside, having shoved her man’s foot onto the rope at the last possible instant. LJ pops up in disbelief, shouting at Jasmine, who saw the rope break and has to wave it off. The crowd’s anger only intensifies when Alexandra Calaway comes sprinting down the aisle to a massive ovation. She points straight at Luna and slides around the corner as Luna turns just in time to get met with a furious right hand! The two women erupt into a wild brawl on the outside, trading blows, shoving each other into the barricade, and tumbling near the timekeeper’s area as the fans roar their approval.
Simone: Alexandra Calaway is here! She saw exactly what Luna did and she is making her pay for it!
Lunam: Good on her! Luna stuck her nose where it didnae belong, and now she’s gettin it knocked off her face!
Jasmine turns toward the chaos for a moment, trying to restore order outside. That split second is all Raven needs. LJ turns back toward him, still incensed, and Raven drives a vicious low blow straight upward between the challenger’s legs. LJ freezes, eyes bulging, then collapses to both knees in agony as the champion’s face twists into a cold smile.
Simone: Oh come on! Right in front of Jasmine’s blind spot!
Lunam: That snake! That absolute snake!
Raven hits the ropes, building toward the kill, but before he can strike, Brandon Hendrix appears at ringside to massive boos and hops onto the apron, shouting toward the ring. Raven turns, sees him there, and for a rare split second even he looks annoyed by the intrusion. Hendrix points and yells, perhaps trying to get in Raven’s head, but Raven responds by rushing over and absolutely cracking him with a sucker punch that sends Brandon tumbling off the apron to the floor in a heap!
The crowd gasps, then surprisingly bursts into a wave of cheers at the sight of Hendrix getting decked.
Simone: Wait a minute! Alexander Raven just knocked Brandon Hendrix off the apron!
Lunam: I cannae believe I’m sayin this, but that just got Raven cheered! The people hate Hendrix that much!
Raven barely has time to enjoy it. LJ, still hurting but fueled by instinct, shoots up behind the champion and grabs him around the waist. He drives Raven forward into the ropes and rolls backward into a tight Backlund cradle, folding the champion over on his shoulders as Jasmine dives to count!
ONE!
TWO!
Raven kicks and twists, but instead of fully breaking free he rolls through the momentum, traps LJ’s shoulders in a cradle of his own, and stacks the challenger up at a sharper angle!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
For a heartbeat the entire arena goes silent in stunned disbelief before the boos pour down in a deafening flood. LJ sits up instantly and looks at Jasmine with pure shock, holding up three fingers as though he cannot process how close he was and how quickly it vanished. Raven, breathing hard and still half tangled in the cradle position, rolls away with a sly, exhausted grin spreading over his face.
Justin: Here is your winner, and still the World Heavyweight Champion, ALEXANDER RAVEN!
Simone: He won it! Alexander Raven won this match and retained the championship!
Lunam: That’s the champion all over! Survive and adapt and now in two weeks, he meets Miles Kasey in the huge Title versus Title Match!
Jasmine St. John helps separate the two men and then raises Raven’s arm in victory to a storm of boos. Raven soaks in the venom from the audience as though it were applause. His chest heaves from the effort of the fight, but the smug satisfaction on his face says everything. He knows just how narrowly he escaped.
Across the ring, LJ remains on one knee, still stunned, one hand on the mat and the other on the back of his neck. His expression is a mix of pain, anger, and disbelief. He had Raven beaten after Blast From the Past. He had the count. He had the title for a fraction of a second that will now haunt him all the way to Japan. He rises slowly, staring at Raven as if trying to burn the image of this robbery into memory.
Outside, Alexandra Calaway has finally backed Luna away after the ringside melee. LJ exits the ring and joins Alexandra on the floor. The two embrace briefly, Alexandra clearly offering support as LJ shakes his head in frustration, still replaying every moment in his mind. In the ring, Luna slips back inside and applauds Raven with cool admiration, the champion turning toward her with the belt over his shoulder and a wicked look in his eye as though the two of them know they outmaneuvered the entire world tonight.
Simone: LJ Kasey had the match won until Luna Pasilno interfered, and then when Alexandra Calaway tried to even the odds, Raven found another opening and took it. That is the story of this main event.
Lunam: And now all roads lead tae Japan! In two weeks, on May 3, in Osaka at Universal Studios, the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour comes tae its end at Into the Void XV! After what we’ve seen tonight, the World Champion goes in with even more controversy around him than before, and the Kasey family will be lookin for payback one way or another!
Simone: Thank you all for tuning in with us for an unforgettable night of action. For Erik Lunam, I’m Belinda Simone, and we will see you in two weeks for Into the Void XV!
Lunam: Good night everybody! We’ll see ye in Osaka!
One final shot lingers on Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno celebrating inside the ring, Raven lifting the championship belt high over his head while Luna claps beside him, before the screen fades to commercials.
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