The screen opens on a sweeping aerial shot of Duluth, Minnesota, the late afternoon sun glimmering off the vast, rolling waters of Lake Superior. The camera drifts along the shoreline, catching the rugged natural beauty of the North Shore as waves crash against the rocks and gulls circle high above the harbor.
The view shifts to Canal Park, alive with visitors walking the Lakewalk, families gathered near the water, and tourists pausing to watch a massive freighter glide toward the Duluth Shipping Canal. The iconic Aerial Lift Bridge rises against the sky, its steel frame standing proud as one of the city’s most recognizable landmarks.
A final scenic shot captures the bridge and harbor together, Duluth glowing beneath the fading daylight, before the camera cuts across the city streets toward the waterfront.
The scene transitions to outside the AMSOIL Arena as the sun begins to set, the building lit beneath the orange and purple Minnesota sky. SCW banners wave in the breeze. Fans are packed along the sidewalks, many dressed in SCW merchandise, holding signs, cheering toward the cameras, and filing through the doors with electric anticipation.
The shot cuts inside the AMSOIL Arena, where the crowd is standing room only. The building is roaring from wall to wall as spotlights sweep across the sea of fans. Signs are raised high, phones are out, and the energy is unmistakable.
The camera then turns toward the stage, where a royal throne has been set up beneath a glittering display of lights. Gold trim, purple velvet, and regal decorations surround the chair, making it impossible to miss. Tonight is not just another Climax Control. Tonight belongs to the Queen For A Day.
The broadcast transitions to the six-sided ring, where Justin Decent stands at center ring with microphone in hand. Justin is dressed to thrill in sleek black leather pants, polished boots, and an open, shimmering silver vest that leaves his chest and abs on full display. He flashes a confident smile as the crowd noise swells around him.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the AMSOIL Arena! Welcome to Duluth, Minnesota! And welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
The crowd explodes in cheers as Justin raises one arm high.
Justin: Tonight, SCW makes its debut right here in Duluth, and we are doing it in grand fashion! We have action! We have drama! We have championship implications! And we have a night of pure royalty, because this is the Queen For A Day edition of Climax Control!
The fans roar, then quickly shift into boos as Justin continues.
Justin: Tonight’s festivities are reigned over by none other than Her Royal Majesty herself, Queen Frankie Holliday!
The arena erupts in loud boos at Frankie’s name. Some fans give exaggerated thumbs down while others chant against her from the stands.
Justin: Yes, yes, I hear you! But whether you love her, hate her, or are already looking for a royal pardon, Queen Frankie Holliday has taken the throne tonight!
The camera cuts back to the royal throne on the stage as the fans continue booing.
Justin: And now, to officially begin tonight’s celebration, please welcome SCW’s Hostess With the Mostess, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage. She is dressed in full comical church lady fashion, wearing a frumpy floral dress buttoned to the neck, a tiny tilted hat with fake flowers, white gloves, sensible shoes, and oversized pearls swinging around her neck. She enters with a prim little wave, turns confidently toward the center of the stage, and nearly walks straight into the royal throne.
Amanda jolts back, eyes wide, clutching her pearls as the audience bursts into laughter and cheers. She backpedals quickly, points at the throne like it snuck up on her, then composes herself with exaggerated dignity.
Amanda: Well! I see the furniture is already trying to upstage me.
The fans laugh and applaud as Amanda smooths the front of her dress and lifts her microphone.
Amanda: Hello, Duluth, Minnesota!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Amanda: Welcome to Climax Control, and welcome to this beautiful city where tonight, we shall discover its wonders through trial and error!
The fans laugh as Amanda gestures grandly toward the crowd.
Amanda: We have seen the lake. We have seen the bridge. I have seen that throne, quite suddenly and very personally. So I would say we are already off to an educational start!
More laughter rolls through the arena.
Amanda: Tonight, we have a spectacular evening planned for you. We have the very best of Sin City Wrestling under one roof, a sold out crowd, a six-sided ring ready for battle, and a throne on the stage because apparently subtlety was not invited.
The crowd applauds and laughs again.
Amanda: And of course, tonight is brought to you by Queen Frankie Holliday!
The crowd boos loudly once again.
Amanda: Another name in a long, proud, questionable, and occasionally court-ordered line of Queens who have reigned over SCW. Present company included.
Amanda places a hand to her chest and gives a dramatic little curtsy as the fans laugh and cheer.
Amanda: But now, my dear friends, loyal subjects, and anyone in the cheap seats who still owes me tithe money, it is time to begin the evening’s festivities properly.
She lifts one gloved hand toward the lighting rig as the arena begins to dim.
Amanda: And what better way to do that than with a song!
Soft church music begins to play through the AMSOIL Arena. Amanda clasps her hands together, lifts her chin with solemn theatrical grace, and prepares to begin.
Amanda: Sunday morning, half past ten,
I’m zipped up tight and born again.
Big blonde wig and a holy fan,
Preaching gospel with a spray-on tan.
I walked in cute, just booked to sing,
Two little numbers and a chicken wing.
But by the time I hit the stage,
The patio turned into a revival cage.
Somebody shouted, “Tell the truth!”
Somebody lost a press-on tooth.
The DJ cued my entrance track,
And six Lindas screamed, “We love you, Jack!”
I’m the church lady at brunch, baby,
Bless this mess and pass the punch.
Hallelujah, hush your mouth,
There’s a bottomless special going south.
Raise your glass, confess your sins,
Let the holy chaos begin.
I came to lip sync, serve, and slay,
Now the Lindas think I showed them the way.
Linda One had pearls and rage,
Linda Two was twice my age.
Linda Three said, “Honey, preach,”
Then threw a biscuit out of reach.
Linda Four was on her chair,
Linda Five had lost her hair.
Linda Six, with a wink so sly,
Said, “Girl, I’m divorced and so am I.”
They circled close with hungry eyes,
Like brunch had cracked the morning skies.
I waved my fan and took control,
Then somebody yelled, “Save my soul!”
I’m the church lady at brunch, baby,
Bless this mess and pass the punch.
Hallelujah, hush your mouth,
There’s a bottomless special going south.
Raise your glass, confess your sins,
Let the holy chaos begin.
I came to lip sync, serve, and slay,
Now the Lindas think I showed them the way.
I said, “Can I get an amen?”
They said, “Amen, and make it ten!”
I said, “Can I get a yas?”
They said, “Girl, put it on my tab!”
I said, “Love yourself, forgive your ex,
Tip your servers, send that text.
Block that man, reclaim your light,
And moisturize your neck at night.”
Now Linda, baby, look at me.
You are not texting Gary back.
Gary knows what he did.
Gary can sit alone with his potato skins and think about consequences.
I’m the church lady at brunch, baby,
Bless this mess and pass the punch.
Hallelujah, stomp your heel,
Tell me how redemption feels.
Raise your glass, confess your sins,
Let the holy chaos begin.
I came to lip sync, serve, and slay,
Now the Lindas think I showed them the way.
By two o’clock they formed a line,
For hugs, advice, and cheap white wine.
I left with tips, a cramp, and lunch,
Still the patron saint of Sunday brunch.
Yes, Lord, yes, ma’am, yes queen, amen,
The Lindas booked me back again.
The church music fades out beneath the roar of the AMSOIL Arena crowd, and Amanda Hugginkiss stands center stage, one gloved hand pressed to her heart, the other lifted toward the rafters as if accepting divine approval itself.
The fans cheer and applaud wildly, and Amanda simply basks in it. She tilts her head back. She closes her eyes. She inhales the moment like it is a bouquet of roses personally delivered by the Pope.
Amanda: Thank you! Thank you, my children! I accept your love, your applause, and any cash offerings in small, unmarked envelopes!
The cheers rise again as Amanda fans herself with one hand, then begins blowing kisses to every side of the arena. She turns left. She turns right. She blows a kiss toward the balcony, then another toward ringside, then one overly dramatic kiss straight toward the camera.
Amanda performs a dainty curtsy, then another deeper one, holding the hem of her frumpy floral church dress as the crowd laughs and applauds. Her oversized pearls swing wildly as she straightens herself with all the dignity she can muster.
Amanda: Oh, stop it! No, truly! Stop before I become humble!
The crowd laughs louder as Amanda gives one final regal wave and turns to exit.
She takes two steps, looking out at the fans instead of where she is going, and nearly walks directly into the royal throne again. Amanda freezes and slowly turns her head toward the throne, narrowing her eyes. She takes one careful step backward, then raises a clenched fist as if she is ready to punch the throne square in its royal upholstery.
The audience howls as Amanda holds the pose, shaking her fist at the throne like it is her greatest enemy.
Amanda: I am watching you, Your Chairness.
With that, Amanda pivots sharply, gathers herself, and disappears backstage behind the curtains to another round of cheers and laughter.
The cameras transition down to the ringside area, where the broadcast table is set up just beyond the barricade. Belinda Simone sits poised and professional in a tailored navy blazer over a cream blouse, matching slacks, and subtle jewelry, her papers arranged neatly in front of her. Beside her sits Erik Lunam, leaning back with a wicked grin, dressed in ripped black skinny jeans, heavy boots, layered chains, a torn mesh top beneath a cropped leather jacket, dark painted nails, and a streak of rebellious color cutting through his messy hair.
The crowd remains loud behind them as the broadcast comes fully to ringside.
Simone: Welcome back, everyone, to Climax Control! We are live from the sold out AMSOIL Arena in Duluth, Minnesota, and what a way to kick off Sin City Wrestling’s debut in this incredible state!
Lunam: Ah, would ye listen to this place, Belinda! Duluth has come alive tonight, and I’ll tell ye this much. Minnesota has opened the doors, packed the house, and given SCW one hell of a welcome!
Simone: I am Belinda Simone, joined as always by Erik Lunam, and tonight we are witnessing something very special. Not only is this SCW’s first appearance here in Duluth, but it is also the Queen For A Day edition of Climax Control!
Lunam: And that means one thing, doesn’t it? Chaos! Pure, glitterin’, crown-wearin’, throne-sittin’ chaos! Frankie Holliday has the power for one night, and love her or hate her, she gets to bend Sin City Wrestling to her royal whims!
The fans boo loudly at Frankie’s name once again, and the camera cuts briefly to the ornate throne on the stage.
Simone: The reaction from the fans tells the story, Erik. Frankie Holliday is not exactly the people’s choice, but for one night only, she reigns over Sin City Wrestling. That means every match, every stipulation, every decision she has made could have serious consequences throughout the entire roster.
Lunam: Serious consequences, aye, and possibly ridiculous ones too! That’s the danger of handin’ someone like Frankie Holliday a crown and sayin’, Go on then, have at it! Careers can shift tonight. Rivalries can explode tonight. Champions, challengers, enemies, and allies all have to survive whatever Her Majesty has cooked up!
Simone: And with the throne set right there on the stage, the message is clear. Frankie Holliday’s presence will be felt from the opening bell to the final moment of the night.
Lunam: The Queen’s got the crown, the arena’s packed to the rafters, and this crowd is already hotter than a bonfire in July! I’ve got a feelin’ Duluth is about to see a Climax Control nobody forgets!
Simone: We have a huge lineup ahead of us, and in just a moment, Erik and I will take you through the full rundown of tonight’s Queen For A Day card!
Lunam: And we’re startin’ tonight with a right proper test, aren’t we? Brayden Williams must have gone and rubbed Queen Frankie’s nerves raw somehow, because Her Majesty has tossed him straight into the deep end against the brash, burly veteran himself, Bulldog Bill Barnhart! Now Brayden’s got talent, no question about it, but talent only gets ye so far when there’s a man like Barnhart standin’ across the ring from ye. Bill’s been through wars, he’s taken lumps, handed out worse, and he knows every nasty veteran trick in the book! So if Brayden thought he was just comin’ to Duluth for a friendly little scrap, he’s about to find out fast that when Frankie Holliday makes the matches, mercy is not part of the royal decree!
Simone: And the Bombshells division takes center stage next, as Mercedes Vargas returns to action after coming within an inch of becoming the new World Bombshell Champion in Osaka! Mercedes pushed Victoria Lyons to the absolute limit, and make no mistake, she is not finished with the champion by any stretch of the imagination. But before Mercedes can turn her attention fully back to Victoria, she has to step into the ring with a very familiar adversary in Zenna Zdunich! These two know each other well, and that makes this match all the more dangerous. Zenna is never an opponent you can overlook, and if Mercedes is still dwelling on what almost happened in Osaka, she could find herself paying for it right here tonight in Duluth!
Lunam: And then we’ve got ourselves a right nasty bit of business, because the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway steps into a non-title clash against the traitorous turncoat Cassie Wolfe! Now rumor has it this one is non-title because Queen Frankie didn’t fancy anyone else gettin’ a championship opportunity tonight save for herself, and if that’s true, it tells ye everything ye need to know about the royal ego sittin’ on that throne! But title or no title, this is still a dangerous match for Alexandra. Cassie Wolfe has shown the world exactly what kind of snake she can be when her back’s turned to ye, and Alexandra had best keep her eyes sharp, because a win over the Bombshell Internet Champion, even without the title on the line, would give Cassie all the braggin’ rights she could ever want!
Simone: Up next, we have tag team action with all kinds of personal history wrapped around it! Queen Frankie Holliday has booked the brand new World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey alongside his husband, Helluva Bottom Carter, and together they will face two men with plenty of reasons to make this ugly. Carter stands across the ring from Cyrus Riddle, the very man he defeated at Into the Void XV, while Miles has to deal with the ever-dangerous Kasey family foe, Brandon F’n Hendrix! Originally, Alexander Raven was scheduled to stand beside Cyrus, but Raven has not been cleared to compete, and now Hendrix steps into a match where the temperature is already boiling over. Miles and Carter may have love, trust, and momentum on their side, but Cyrus and Hendrix bring bitterness, brutality, and a whole lot of unfinished business to Duluth tonight!
Lunam: And in the Main Event, Queen Frankie Holliday has gone and taken every last bit of advantage she can from that crown sittin’ on her head, because she’s booked herself the biggest opportunity of the whole night! Frankie steps into the ring lookin’ to dethrone none other than the brand new World Bombshell Champion, Victoria Lyons! Now Victoria knows a fair bit about royal power herself, bein’ a past Queen For A Day winner, but tonight she’s the one with the target on her back and the championship around her waist. Frankie sees this as her chance to right a wrong, or what she calls a wrong anyway, and stand atop the Bombshell division once again! But Victoria Lyons didn’t become World Bombshell Champion by luck or by royal decree. If Frankie wants that title, she’ll have to pry it away from a champion who’s fightin’ tooth and nail to make damn sure her own reign doesn’t end before it’s truly begun!
Simone: Tune in for this and so much more on SCW Climax Control - Queen For A Day!
The camera cuts backstage where SCW World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey stands inside Evelyn Hall’s office with both the World Championship and Internet Championship resting on his shoulders.
Evelyn Hall: Mr. Kasey, you wanted to see me?
Miles: Yeah, actually. I know you said that we needed to talk later but...I’m just a tad confused, because I’m trying to figure out when exactly we all started pretending Frankie Holliday gets to tell champions what they can and can’t do.
Evelyn already looks amused.
Miles: I mean seriously... ‘Nobody celebrates tonight except Frankie.’ That’s an actual sentence somebody approved before the run down and tease for the show were made live.
Evelyn Hall: To be fair, the entire point of Queen for a Day is that it’s supposed to be ridiculous, making matches, and alleged royal decrees..
Miles: Oh I know it’s ridiculous. What I’m struggling with is why anybody thought I was actually gonna listen to it.
Evelyn laughs softly and shakes her head.
Evelyn Hall: Miles, I know I haven’t been around for a long time but....since when have you ever listened to somebody like Frankie Holliday? I seem to recall the whole reason you are here now is because you refused to be told what to do.
Miles smirks immediately.
Miles: Fair point.
Evelyn steps around the desk slightly, looking at both championships.
Evelyn Hall: And besides...
She points toward the World Championship.
Evelyn Hall: You beat Alexander Raven in Osaka.
Then toward the Internet Championship.
Evelyn Hall: And you walked out still carrying that too. This company is going to acknowledge its World Champion whether Frankie likes it or not, especially because you do have a match tonight. One that she made, so that’s on her.
The crowd can faintly be heard cheering somewhere in the arena. Miles looks toward the hallway briefly before back at Evelyn.
Miles: So I’m guessing this is the part where you tell me not to make too much of a scene?
Evelyn Hall: On the contrary, I’m telling you to enjoy it. Especially because we do have business but I have a quick fire to put out.
Miles looks slightly surprised by that before the smirk returns.
Miles: Well...
He adjusts both championships on his shoulders.
Miles: Guess, varying on how her match goes tonight with Victoria, Frankie’s gonna have a bit of rough night then.
Evelyn laughs.
Evelyn Hall: Oh more than likely yeah, but that is the nature of the beast.
Miles turns toward the door before pausing.
Miles: You know she’s probably gonna yell a lot, at probably both of us later.
Evelyn Hall: Pffft, she can take a number.
Miles laughs and heads out of the office as the camera fades.
The camera shot changes to a shot of Bill Barnhart, his wife and Manager Bea Barnhart, along with their English Bulldog Iris. They are walking down the backstage hallways making their way to the staging area so that Bill will be ready to make his entrance for his match against Brayden Williams. Bill and Bea and Iris stop when they reach the steps that lead up to the landing for the entrance area.
Bill: Well here we are at the staging area and shortly I will step into the ring, and so will Brayden Williams, and everyone will watch me quickly squash Brayden while I walk away with the win over him.
Bea: As always you know that I am in your corner at your Manager and I keep a close watch on the Referee, and your opponent, to ensure there is no rigging of the match going on.
Bill: It is nice to have you and Iris in my corner as my Manager and my Doggy. That way, Bea, if my opponent arranges for someone to make an attack on you serving as my Manager, then Iris can take them out of action.
Bea: As always, Bill, I will make sure the Referee assigned to your match calls a fair match. I cannot stand it when a Referee who is under Contract with Sin City Wrestling is biased and worked hard to cheat you out of a win.
The backstage person at the area informs Bill and Bea that they are ready to have Bill make his entrance for his match against Brayden Williams. Bill and Bea thank them for letting them know and they walk up the steps and wait behind the curtain until the Entrance Music for Bill begins and then the three of them will make their entrance.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… hailing from Detroit, Michigan and being accompanied to the ring by his girlfriend Carleigh… Brayden Williams.
“Forever by Drake” begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his girlfriend Carleigh Annis emerge from behind the curtains. Brayden smiles as the crowd welcomes the duo with an ovation of loud boos. He flips them off as he quickly sprints towards the ring. He doesn’t hesitate to slide right inside the ring where he kips up to his feet. He holds his arm proudly in the air before he does a backflip. The crowd just continues booing and that is when Carleigh begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her husband inside of the ring and claps for him. He bounces around a bit before he lays down across the ropes showcasing that he is bored.
Justin: And his opponent… hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia and being accompanies to the ring by Bea Barnhart… Bill Barnhart.
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Barnhart prepares for Williams to rush him, but Williams ignores him and looks down into the camera and obviously speaking to Frankie Holliday.
Brayden: You put me up against this… old… man!
Simone: Brayden obviously isn’t too please with this match. Queen Frankie Holliday getting the brunt of it.
Williams stares down the camera with a glare, as Barnhart looks at Williams and slowly walks up behind him as Williams continues running his mouth.
Brayden: This is a joke and you are going to pay.
Lunam: Stop running your mouth and watch your back.
Williams steps backwards and bumps into Barnhart and his smile disappears from his face and slowly turns to come face to face with Barnhart, Barnhart looks down at him, and Williams responds with a slap and Barnhart growls and tries to grabs him, but Williams slips passed him and bounces off the ropes towards Barnhart tries to grab him, but Williams dodges and bounces off another set of ropes and repeats the process as again Barnhart fails to connect anything as Williams hits another set of ropes and bounces off them and Barnhart again fails to grab Williams and Willams repeats once more and bounces off the ropes and this time leaps up for a crossbody, but Barnhart catches him and then body slams him to the mat.
Simone: Williams stops running his mouth and takes a step back and right into Barnhart. Williams smile quickly disappears before turning as Barnhart looks at him. Williams delivers a slap, which doesn’t impress Barnhart and he tries to grab him.
Lunam: Williams then dodges and weaves passed Barnhart as he tries to grab him, until Williams gets too overconfident and he tries for a crossbody, but Barnhart catches him.
Williams grimaces in discomfort for a moment before quickly scrambling to a corner, where he holds his back, as he moves to a knee as Barnhart charges in but Williams quickly scrambles passed Barnhart before getting to his feet and tries leap up and grab Barnhart for a cutter, but Barnhart holds onto him and then drives him forward into a corner before following up with a splash as Williams girlfriend is already pacing and look on with worry.
Simone: Barnhart slams Williams down to the mat, which Williams then quickly slithers away. Williams climbs to his feet and Barnhart charges in but again Williams crawls away and get to his feet as he tries for a cutter, but Barnhart blocks it and he shoves Willams hard into a corner before following up with a splash.
Barnhart smirks and quickly turns and hits another splash, he steps backwards and Williams stumbles out of the corner and Barnhart grabs him and hits a release belly to belly suplex and sends Williams across the ring and Williams rolls himself away from Barnhart and out of the ring and drops to the mat, as his girlfriend Carleigh moves around the ring and check on him, while Bea and Bill share a few words before Barnhart moves to the ropes and climbs through them and to the outside. Barnhart moves to Williams and shoos Carleigh away before grabbing Williams and pulls him up, where he then chops him across the chest.
Lunam: Another splash as Barnhart takes a few steps backward and Williams stumbles forward and Barnhart grabs him and hits a release belly to belly suplex, and Williams rolls himself out of the ring.
Simone: Bill and Bea exchange a few words, while Carleigh checks on Williams as Bill then climbs from the ring. He moves to Williams and grabs him and pulls him and then delivers a chop.
Williams stumbles away as the ref demands the action to be brought back into the ring, which Barnhart ignores them for a moment before moving to Williams who is leaning against the barriers and Barnhart grabs him and spins him around Williams fires in a chop to his chest but Barnhart looks down at his chest and then grabs Williams and fires in a headbutt.
Lunam: Williams moves away, but Barnhart moves after him and he grabs Williams and Williams returns the favour of a chop, which doesn’t impress Bill and Bill fires in a headbutt.
The ref gives up demanding the action to be brought back into the ring before and has now started a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Williams stumbles away holding his face, as Barnhart moves to Williams and grabs him and rolls him back into the ring.
Simone: Williams takes a few steps backwards holding his face, but doesn’t look like anything is broken as Barnhart grabs Williams and rolls him back into the ring.
THREE!
Barnhart climbs the nearest set of steps and onto the apron and goes to climb through the ropes, but Carleigh is on him and grabs his foot. Bea rushes around the ring and gives Carleigh a hard shove and sends her stumbling away. Barnhart who is momentarily distracted by Bea and Carleigh fails to see Williams back on his feet and approaching the ropes and uses them and hits a step up enziguri, which rocks Barnhart as Williams quickly moves back to his feet and then hits a standing dropkick, which Barnhart leaps off the apron and stumbles backward as Williams bounces back to his feet and then grabs the ropes and then hits a springboard crossbody onto Barnhart.
Lunam: Barnhart looks to get back into the ring, but as always Carleigh gets involved, but she has failed to forget that Bea is also ringside and Bea rushes in and shoves Carleigh away, which is very tame for Bea.
Simone: Bea knows that Carleigh isn’t a wrestler but yes very restrained. And because of this moment of distraction Williams takes advantage and hits a step up enziguri, which doesn’t drop Barnhart, but Williams quickly follows up with a dropkick, which definitely does knock Barnhart off the apron. Williams then hits the crossbody and downs Barnhart.
Barnhart and Williams go down to the mat, as Williams quickly crawls away and back to his feet and then proceeds to hit a running senton onto Barnhart. Barnhart holds his body, as Williams moves back to his feet, where he then proceeds to stomp on Barnhart as the ref once again demands the action to be returned to the ring, which Williams tells the ref to f*ck off before going back to Barnhart.
Lunam: Williams gets back to his feet and hits a running senton. But Williams isn’t done and he continues to work over Barnhart with stomps and then a rude go away to the ref before continuing.
Williams goes back to stomping on Barnhart as the ref begins to count…
ONE!
TWO!
Williams throws in a couple more stomps before turning and leaps onto the apron before quickly leaping off and hits an elbow drop onto Barnhart. Barnhart grabs his chest and rolls to his side.
Simone: Williams continues to use his speed and keeps Barnhart grounded.
THREE!
FOUR!
Williams climbs to his feet and grabs Barnhart and pulls him up the best he can and rolls him back into the ring.
FIVE!
SIX!
Williams then rolls himself into the ring and then crawls over to Barnhart and goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Lunam: Williams goes for a pin but Barnhart kicks out.
Barnhart thrusts a shoulder up, as Williams shakes his head and moves to his feet and grabs Barnhart and drags him up to his feet and then pushes him up against the ropes as he looks to finish Williams. He takes several steps backwards and then charges in but Barnhart grabs the ropes and then gets an elbow up and Williams crashes into the elbow and stumbles backwards and Barnhart steps forward and then hits a standing dropkick. Williams drops to the mat but quickly gets back to his feet but Barnhart rushes forward and grabs Williams and hits a running bulldog.
Simone: Williams looks for the springboard flatliner but Barnhart is ready for him and blocks it and Barnhart begins to work over Williams.
Barnhart crawls over to Williams where he fires in punches and forearm shots on Williams before climbing to his feet, where he grabs Williams and then sets up and hits a snap suplex. He doesn’t let go and he hits another one before releasing and gets to his feet, where he grabs Williams once more and this time sets up and hits a piledriver and goes for a pin…
Lunam: Barnhart is all over Williams and finishes him off with a piledriver.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Barnhart wins… hard loss of Williams.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Bill Barnhart.
Barnhart’s music hits over the p.a as Bea Barnhart joins him in the ring as the ref and Bea raises his arm in victory.
Voice Over: Turn it up, Sin City Wrestling fans! The sound of SCW is taking over, and the official SCW Soundtrack is here to bring the energy, the attitude, and the adrenaline of Climax Control straight to you.
The commercial opens with the SCW Soundtrack logo blazing across the screen in gold and purple. Speakers shake on both sides of the image as a glowing city skyline pulses to the beat. Vinyl records spin under flashing lights while the SCW ring rises in the background like a monument to mayhem.
Voice Over: All your favorite theme songs for the Superstars and Bombshells of Sin City Wrestling are together in one explosive collection!
Rapid-fire shots flash across the screen: a Superstar stepping through the curtain as smoke rolls across the stage, a Bombshell posing on the turnbuckles under a shower of gold sparks, and fans throwing their hands in the air as the arena lights sweep over the crowd.
Voice Over: From Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” to Jonathan Young’s “New Divide,” from Bad Omens’ “Like A Villain” to many, many more, this is the soundtrack that hits as hard as the action inside the six-sided ring!
A wrestler storms down the ramp with their entrance video blazing behind them. The camera cuts to another competitor taping their wrists backstage, then to a championship belt being lifted into the air as the crowd roars.
Voice Over: Every anthem. Every entrance. Every beat that makes the crowd rise to its feet before the fight even begins.
The screen splits into a fast-moving montage: spotlights spinning, pyro exploding, a referee calling for the bell, and two rivals charging across the ring before colliding in the center. The image cuts back to the soundtrack cover as the speakers thump louder and the purple soundwave surges across the bottom of the screen.
Voice Over: Whether you’re getting ready for fight night, hitting the gym, driving down the highway, or just feeling like a champion, the official SCW Soundtrack brings the noise wherever you go.
A fan slips on headphones and suddenly the world around them transforms into an SCW-style entrance ramp. Neon lights flash, the crowd appears on both sides, and the fan struts forward like they’re walking into the main event.
Voice Over: This is more than music. This is the heartbeat of Sin City Wrestling. The sound of confidence. The sound of rebellion. The sound of every Superstar and Bombshell who walks through that curtain ready to steal the show.
The camera flies over a packed arena as signs wave in the crowd. A Bombshell blows a kiss to the camera before stepping into the ring. A Superstar climbs the ropes and points to the sky as fireworks burst above the stage.
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The music cuts for a beat as the SCW logo slams onto the screen.
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Simone: It’s been a great night of action here in Duluth, Minnesota as we celebrate Frankie Holiday as the Queen for a Day! And we have more matches to come.
Lunam: Including Frankie’s title match against the new World Bombshell Champion Victoria Lyons which she, of course, booked for herself…………
Cassie: NO! NO! STOP THIS FARSE OF A FUCKING SHOW!
Simone: Oh boy.
Lunam: Cassie almost had the Queen for a Day Match won but Harper cost her the match which could be argued was retribution for Cassie costing Harper the Bombshell Roulette Title earlier in the night.
Cassie storms out from the back in her wrestling gear alone for once and the mic in hand, she rolls into the ring and points right to Frankie in the VIP box.
Cassie: HEY! Your majesty, you see this?
Cassie proceeds to flip Frankie off.
Cassie: That’s for thinking that I’m not worthy of challenging for the Bombshell Internet Title Tonight!
Cassie paces around the ring.
Cassie: Especially when you are nothing but a fluke! I would’ve won the match if Harper didn’t interfere! And speaking of Harper, why are we still treating the Alicia Lukas attack like its some big mystery when it was clearly Harper’s doing.
Simone: There’s still no proof of that!
Lunam: Pretty sure she’s been warned about this!
Cassie: I mean really, does anyone buy her innocent……………
Harper: Oh fuck all of the way off already!
Simone: Surprised it took Harper that long!
Lunam: I’m not!
Harper storms out, again on her lonesome and slides into the ring, getting in her former teammate’s face.
Harper: Who the hell do you think you are Cass? Complaining about me costing you Queen for a Day when you did the same during the Bombshell Roulette Title Match!
Cassie: It’s called justice…………..
Harper: Like you’d know anything about that! For most of the match you were relying on Krystal helping…………you……………
Harper stops mid-rant when she realizes two things: one: Cassie is on her own, two: Cassie is being surprisingly calm about this.
Harper: Where are they?
Cassie: Where’s who?
Harper backs the shorter women up to a corner.
Harper: Where are Riley and Krystal?!
Just then? A whistle echoes from the titentron and Harper slowly turns, seeing Riley’s face on the titantron alongside Krystal.
Riley: I think my ears are bleeding, what do you think Krystal?
Krystal: That’s not the only thing bleeding!
They back off from the camera, showing Jessie Salco slumped against the wall in a seating position, blood pouring from her forehead and the scattered remnants of a broken chair by her feet.
Simone: OH MY GOD!
Lunam: We need help back there!
Krystal: Piece of advice Harp? Don’t go anywhere without backup.
Riley: And by the way? Cassie’s not as alone as you think!
Back in the ringside area Harper has left the ring to go after them when suddenly a hooded female fan jumps the railing and lays her out with a clothesline!
Simone: WHAT THE HELL?!
Lunam: WE NEED SECURITY AND HELP BACK THERE!
The mysterious woman rolls Harper back into the ring and follows her in, Cassie promptly yanks Harper up and drops her with the Wolfe Hunt while the woman removes her hood, revealing an attractive young woman with her dark brown hair in a half shaven undercut style.
Cassie: Have you met Lexie? She’s the newest member of my entourage, straight from Hero Academy, Lexie? Care to show off?
Lexie: With pleasure!
Lexie yanks Harper up and sets her up for a piledriver while Cassie climbs the ropes.
Simone: NO! THEY’RE GOING FOR A SPIKE PILEDRIVER!
Lunam: SOMEBODY STOP THIS!
Luckily Josh storms out leading a squad of security and the two women bail without hitting the move, meanwhile on the monitor medics are tending to Jessie.
The camera fades in backstage where SCW Hall of Famer Mercedes Vargas stands in front of a black-and-gold SCW backdrop, dressed in ring gear with a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her expression is calm, but her eyes are locked in with intensity. Ms. Rocky Mountains steps into frame.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, unfortunately, you fell short in capturing the vacant World Bombshell Championship against Victoria Lyons at Into the Void two weeks ago. Tonight, you get an opportunity to bounce back from that loss when you go one-on-one with Zenna Zdunich. What’s your mindset heading into this match?
Mercedes smirks slightly before answering.
Mercedes: My mindset? Simple. Focused. Violent, if necessary.
She adjusts the fingerloop gloves on her wrist.
Mercedes: Zenna Zdunich wants to make a statement tonight. I get it. Every hungry competitor walks into this company thinking they’re going to build their name off somebody established. Somebody respected. Somebody dangerous.
Mercedes points to herself.
Mercedes: That somebody is usually me.
She pauses for a moment.
Mercedes: And honestly? That’s fine. I welcome it. I’ve been doing this long enough to know exactly what kind of pressure Climax Control creates. Bright lights. National television. Expectations hanging over your head like a weight. Some people rise to that pressure…
She leans closer toward the camera.
Mercedes: …and some people choke on it.
Rocky nods slowly, clearly feeling the intensity radiating from the Hall of Famer as Mercedes stares directly into the lens.
Mercedes: And history’s not exactly on your side either, Zenna. We’ve stepped into the ring three times before this, and every single time? I walked out the winner. Including the last time it was just you and me one-on-one last year.
Her smirk fades into a cold glare as she slowly steps closer to the camera.
Mercedes: So if you’re coming into tonight thinking things are somehow going to be different… you’re either delusional, or you haven’t been paying attention.
Mercedes shrugs coldly before staring directly into the camera once more.
Mercedes: Experience matters, mamita. And tonight, you’re about to learn that lesson all over again.
She lightly brushes her hair over her shoulder.
Mercedes: And if you thought Into the Void broke me? You're in for a very rude awakening.
Mercedes: Losing a championship match doesn’t erase who I am. It reminds me exactly what happens when I stop being merciless for even a second.
She taps her chest with her fist.
Mercedes: Tonight isn’t about redemption. It’s about correction.
She starts to walk off, then stops.
Mercedes: And Zenna? If you plan on making your name tonight…
Mercedes looks back over her shoulder.
Mercedes: …you better be ready to survive mine first.
Rocky watches Mercedes walk off before turning back toward the camera.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: A focused and dangerous Mercedes Vargas ready for competition tonight. We’ll see if Zenna Zdunich can withstand the pressure when these two collide right here on Climax Control.
The camera fades out as the broadcast heads ringside.
Lunam: Well, Belinda, this should be an interesting match between Zenna Zdunich and Mercedes Vargas.
Simone: I see this match as more of a one-sided beatdown where Mercedes destroys Zenna and proves she is still a major force in Sin City Wrestling
Lunam: We will find out shortly.
Justin: Welcome to our next match for tonight. First to make there way to the ring, she is from Halmstad, Sweden, she comes into this match at five feet eight inches in height and one hundred forty-five pounds, please give a great Duluth, Minnesota, welcome to ZENNA ZDUNICH!!!
The opening guitars of FREEKY PEOPLE by KIDNEYTHIEVES hits the speakers and the fans perk up as the lights in the arena start flashing red and purple. Quickly we watch Zenna make her way onto the entrance ramp pulling the devils horns above her heard. She smirks at the crowd before she runs down and slides into the ring and sits on her knees while savoring the sounds of appreciation from the crowd. Zenna then climbs up onto the top rope and pulls the horns in front of her face while her tongue hangs out and she yells like she's at a rock concert before she jumps off awaiting her opponent.
Lunam: That is what a young confident wrestlers should be about. Zenna is confident in her wrestling abilities and she is not intimidated by someone like Mercedes Vargas just because Mercedes is accomplished in the sport of wrestling and she has held many Championships.
Simone: You always talk in circles Erik. I see Mercedes coming into this match and making quick work of Zenna and then we will watch as Mercedes exits the ring as the winner of this match.
Justin: Next to make her way to the ring she comes into this match at five feet seven inches and one hundred twenty five pounds, she is from Buenos Aries and currently living in Los Angeles, California, please give a great Duluth, Minnesota, welcome for MERCEDES VARGAS!!!
Immediately upon the name of Mercedes is mentioned the arena lights go off and the arena goes dark. As the opening of HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME by U2 blares across the arena the mood of the crowd changes and the arena is comes under a subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics kick in full force we watch as Mercedes steps out onto the entrance stage. Mercedes plays up the crowd to a mixed reaction and then she confidently struts down the entrance ramp to the ringside area. A combination of cheers and booing come from the fans in attendance. Mercedes confidently steps up on the ring apron where she walks along the ring apron then climbs the turnbuckle while giving an over-the-shoulder look at Zenna and the fans are enjoying it. Mercedes then vaults into the ring and she takes up residence in the corner opposite of where Zenna is located.
Simone: There you go Erik. Mercedes is accomplished in the wrestling ring and confident of her wrestling abilities.
Lunam: I am going to enjoy watching Zenna beat the confidence out of Mercedes.
Simone: Oh, Erik, you are hilarious.
Referee Jacob Summers calls Zenna and Mercedes to join him in the center of the ring and both of them do so. He runs down that this match is a Standard Rules match and the winner will be decided by Pinfall or Submission. He further states that when he calls for a break he expects them to break and step back. He asks Zenna and Mercedes if they both fully understand how he is going to officiate this match and both state they understand. Referee Summers tells both to return to their corner and wait until the bell from the Timekeeper sounds then they are to come out fighting. As soon as both are in their respective corners the Timekeeper rings the bell and this match is underway.
DING DING DING!
The bell has rung and Referee Summers motions for Zenna and Mercedes to come out of their corners. Both Vargas and Zdunich run across the ring where they slam into each other in the center of the ring. Both start trading blows and currently neither of them have the advantage as they are both close in height and weight. After trading blows, and attempting maneuvers and holds where they can take down their opponent, the two start trading off with closed fist punches which caused Referee Summers to step in and remind both of them that their match is a Standard Rules match and that blows with closed fists is not permitted. Both Mercedes and Zenna ask Referee Summers if he would wave that requirement so that they can beat the hell out of each other and Referee Summers replies that he is not permitted to modify the rules of their match. Mercedes and Zenna look at each other and both smile a huge small at the other then they start trading blows again regardless of what Referee Summers said. From the look on the face of Referee Summers, and the fact that he is not making them stop the closed fist blows, lets us know that he is about to go into a more accommodating position as their Referee.
Simone: There you go Erik. Now we have a match where both wrestlers can do just about anything and get away with it. Of course the exceptions would be that no weapons can be used, no interference is allowed, and the winner will be the wrestler who can make their opponent submit, get knocked out, or quit the match.
Lunam: Considering how both Zenna and Mercedes are in the wrestling ring I like the fact that Referee Summers is letting them go all-out against each other with the exception of using prohibited items as weapons.
Zenna and Mercedes face off and they are jawing at each other with threatening maneuvers. Zenna takes issue to the attitude of Mercedes and she charges Mercedes and shoves her hard into the corner. When Mercedes rebounds off the corner ropes Zenna hooks Mercedes under her arm pit and flips her over and onto the mat. Zenna takes advantage of the situation by leaping into the air and going for a landing of her elbow across the chest and threat of Mercedes. Fortunately for Mercedes, but unfortunately for Zenna, it is Mercedes who rolls out of the way causing Zenna to land hard on the mat with her elbow. It is apparent to everyone that Zenna landing her elbow hard on the mat caught her off-guard as she was sure she would land the elbow drop on the chest of Mercedes. Referee Summers asks Zenna if she wants to submit in the match and she yells out HELL NO!!! so Referee Summers backs off and allows the match to continue.
Simone: That is one of the disadvantages in the sport of wrestling that when you honestly believe you have the advantage on your opponent but your opponent blocks your blow and you are the one who takes the hard shot.
Lunam: I have to agree with you this time Simone. Now we have to see how quickly Zenna can recover and start delivering punishment on Mercedes.
To our surprise we see Mercedes back away from Zenna and this causes confusion for Zenna but she also sees this as an advantage moment. Zenna watches as Mercedes backs into the nearest corner and stays in the corner. Seeing this as a weakness on the part of Mercedes we watch as Zenna runs full speed at Mercedes in the corner but before she can slam into Mercedes we watch as Mercedes dives out of the corner causing Zenna to slam hard into the corner. Zenna takes several steps out of the corner and then she is grabbed by Mercedes and is suplexed into the mat. Vargas is quick to dive on top of Zdunich and she goes for the pin. Referee Summers drops into position and starts the count on the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Just before Referee Summers is able to drop his hand for the three count Zenna gets her shoulder off the mat causing the pinfall count to stop. Mercedes is upset that she did not get the pinfall so she starts arguing with Referee Summers about his officiating. Referee Summers reminds Mercedes that the match is not over and that she needs to get back into the action in the match. The moment Mercedes turns around to face Zenna she is hit with a knee to the midsection by Zenna which caused Mercedes to bend over from the blow. Zenna then grabs Mercedes around her body and she slips and drives Mercedes into the mat. Zenna then dives on top of Mercedes to go for the pinfall. Referee Summers is quick to get into position to make the count on the pin attempt but before he can drop one hand to the mat for the count Mercedes squirms out of the attempted pinfall and she moves away from Mercedes. This time it is Zenna who complains to Referee Summers about his officiating and Referee Summers tells both wrestlers to stop complaining about his officiating and for the two of them to remain focused on their match against each other.
Lunam: This match so far has been back and forth.
Simone: That is about to end as the look on the face of Mercedes tells me she wants to end this match quickly.
Mercedes and Zenna stare down each other then they charge at each other and start landing blows on the other. Fairly quickly Mercedes gains the advantage which allows her to land more blows on Zenna than the blows Zenna is landing on her. As the two continue we notice that Zenna is slowing down so this means there is a good chance that Mercedes is going to win this match. Although Zenna is slowing down she is still doing what she can to land blows on Mercedes but the blows she is landing on Mercedes are fewer than those that Mercedes is landing on her. We see the frustration on the face of Zenna then Zenna charges at Mercedes trying to land a blow that would disable Mercedes. When Zenna misses that attempt we watch as Mercedes lands a hard vicious kick to the midsection of Zenna causing Zenna to double over from the hard blow. Mercedes then executes a vicious Neckbreaker driving Zanna hard into the mat. Mercedes quickly covers Zenna and she firmly hooks both legs of Zenna. Referee
Summers drops to the mat and seeing the shoulders of Zenna are on the mat he begins a count on the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Referee Summers motions to the Timekeeper that this match is over. He then tells Mercedes to get up off of Zenna and she does so and she goes to stand next to Referee Summers.
Lunam: Well that was not the ending I expected in this match.
Simone: But, Erik, but this ending to this match is exactly what I expected from Mercedes.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match, by pinfall, MERCEDES VARGAS!!!
Mercedes raises her hands in victory then she struts around the ring so that all the fans will have a good look at her, as the winner of this match, before she exits the ring to return to the backstage area. Once Mercedes has exited the ring and returns into the backstage area the camera shot returns to the ring where Referee Summers is talking with Zenna to make sure she is okay. Zenna informs Referee Summers that she will be able to exit the ring and make her way backstage on her own. Zenna then exits the ring, walks up the ramp, and disappears into the backstage area.
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The arena lights suddenly cut down as the opening piano notes of Throne by Bring Me The Horizon echo throughout the building and the crowd instantly erupts.
Lunam: Oh listen to this reaction!
Simone: You beat Alexander Raven in Osaka and suddenly the whole world changes!
Blue and gold lights begin swirling throughout the arena as fog rolls across the stage. Then...
BOOM!
Golden pyro explodes from both sides of the entrance stage as Miles Kasey steps out through the smoke and the reaction somehow gets even louder. Miles stands at the top of the ramp already dressed to compete later in the evening, black and gold tights underneath an all-new KASEY ERA t-shirt while the SCW World Heavyweight Championship rests proudly over one shoulder and the SCW Internet Championship over the other. He pauses for a second and just takes it in.
The chants start almost immediately.
Crowd: MILES! MILES! MILES!
A grin slowly spreads across his face before he finally starts making his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on both sides while the crowd absolutely loses itself for their new World Champion.
Lunam: You can tell this means everything to him.
Simone: Almost six years in SCW and now he stands here as the top champion in this company!
Miles reaches ringside and climbs onto the apron before stepping through the ropes. The second he enters the ring he raises both championships high into the air and the crowd roars again.
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!
Miles laughs softly to himself, shaking his head slightly while lowering the titles.
Lunam: That right there says it all!
Miles grabs a microphone from ringside while the fans continue cheering loudly around him. For a second he just stands there looking out at the crowd, almost overwhelmed by it all. Then finally...
Miles: Y’know...
He exhales and smiles again.
Miles: I really don’t think Frankie Holliday is gonna like this very much.
The crowd laughs immediately.
Miles: But respectfully? Tough shit.
Huge pop erupts as Miles paces slowly for a second, both championships resting over his shoulders again.
Miles: For almost six years......I fought for this.
He taps the World Championship lightly as the crowd cheers again.
Miles: Six years of flights, injuries.... Of matches where people said I was close but not quite there yet. Six years of being told I could be World Champion someday if I just did things the way everybody else wanted me to. Well apparently being stubborn worked out pretty damn well.
That gets a pretty big reaction as Miles smiles wider now, clearly feeding off the crowd energy.
Miles: And now here I am standing in the middle of an SCW ring...as not just your SCW World Heavyweight Champion, but say it with me guys....AND STILL INTERNET CHAMPION!
Miles points toward the crowd laughing.
Miles: See? Duluth gets it.
Another huge reaction.
Miles: I’m not gonna lie to any of you... Osaka changed my life. Because for the first time in my career I stopped chasing something.
He looks down at the World Championship for a second.
Miles: And finally caught it.
The crowd applauds loudly again. But then a movement at ringside catches his attention. Miles looks over and standing there is General Manager Evelyn Hall. The crowd gives another reaction as Evelyn stands near the apron holding a microphone of her own. Miles immediately smirks.
Miles: Oh no.
The crowd laughs.
Miles: See? This is exactly how these things usually go bad.
Evelyn can’t help smiling as Miles gestures toward the ring.
Miles: C’mon. You’re already out here.
The crowd applauds as Evelyn steps onto the apron and enters the ring.
Lunam: Well this suddenly feels important.
Evelyn stands beside Miles, looking briefly at both championships before speaking.
Evelyn Hall: Miles... first of all...Congratulations.
The crowd cheers loudly again.
Evelyn Hall: You earned every second of this.
Miles nods respectfully but Evelyn’s tone shifts slightly afterward.
Evelyn Hall: However... there is something we need to address.
The crowd quiets a little and Miles looks up like he already knows, you can see it on his face immediately. Evelyn gestures toward both championships.
Evelyn Hall: I know you. And I know full well that if given the opportunity, you would defend both of these championships without hesitation.
Miles nods once because we know that it’s absolutely true.
Evelyn Hall: But I am not about to put the responsibility of defending the two biggest singles championships in SCW on one person.
The crowd reacts instantly; it's a mixed reaction. Some understanding and some of it is disappointment. Miles lowers his head slightly for a second, almost like he expected this conversation the moment he walked out carrying both titles as Evelyn continues.
Evelyn Hall: Which means effective immediately...the SCW Internet Championship must be vacated.
The crowd gives a disappointed reaction as Miles slowly reaches up and removes the Internet Championship from his shoulder. And suddenly this celebration feels just a little bittersweet. Miles stares down at the championship quietly for a moment before lifting the microphone again.
Miles: I figured this was coming. But that doesn’t make it suck any less.
The crowd cheers in agreement as Miles runs his thumb across the faceplate of the championship slowly.
Miles: You know... this title changed my career. I meant every word I ever said about this championship. People love talking about World Championships and the Main events and the headlines. But this?
He looks down at the Internet Championship again.
Miles: This was the title that made me.
The crowd applauds loudly.
Miles: I hope whoever holds this next...
He lifts the championship up higher now.
Miles: ...Understands exactly what they’ve got. I hope they fight for it. I hope they bleed for it and I hope they use it the same way I did...to take themselves to the next level.
The crowd applauds again as Miles looks down at the championship one more time. Then slowly, he kisses the top plate. The crowd gives an emotional reaction as Miles steps toward Evelyn and carefully places the Internet Championship into her hands. Evelyn accepts it respectfully while Miles keeps hold of the World Championship on his shoulder.
Now just one title remains.
Lunam: What a moment...
Simone: That championship helped build Miles Kasey into the man standing here right now.
Miles watches the Internet Championship leave his hands before looking back out at the crowd. Evelyn cradles the championship close against her as Miles slowly raises the World Heavyweight Championship belt up high as “Throne” kicks up across the sound system!
Lunam: I cannae believe it! The Internet Championship has been abdicated! Now what will SCW do?
Simone: Nobody has ever been allowed to hold two singles championships at the same time in SCW’s history. I would like to imagine that Evelyn Hall had a plan laid out ever since Miles first defeated Alexander Raven at Into the Void XIV.
Miles is standing in the corner, playing to the raucous crowd with the World title belt held up high as the screen fades to black!
Commercial opens with dramatic orchestral music. A desert wasteland stretches beneath a purple Eternian sky. Lightning cracks over Castle Grayskull.
Trailer Voice: In 2026, the fate of Eternia will be decided…
A massive portal rips open in the sky.
Trailer Voice: …By people who were absolutely not on the call sheet!
Cut to an SCW production van crashing through the portal and skidding across the sand. The side door flies open and several SCW stars tumble out in full wrestling gear.
One wrestler, dusting themselves off:
Bulldog Bill Barnhart: Is this catering?
Another looks up at Castle Grayskull.
Ryan Keys: That is either the most expensive entrance ramp SCW has ever built, or we are very, very lost!
Cut to Skeletor standing on a rocky cliff, cloak billowing, staff raised.
Skeletor: At last! The secrets of Grayskull shall be mine!
A beat. He looks down and sees the SCW crew arguing near the van.
Skeletor: Who are these excessively moisturized barbarians?
Cut to ringside commentator-style chaos, except the “ring” is the middle of Eternia.
A battle breaks out. Beast Man charges forward roaring, only to get arm-dragged into a cactus. Evil-Lyn starts casting a spell, but one of the SCW stars interrupts her with a microphone.
HBCarter: Before you curse anybody, let me tell you exactly why this match matters!
Evil-Lyn: Is this a monologue or an attack?
HBCarter: Yes!
Cut to Man-At-Arms trying to explain Eternian technology to Alexandra Calaway.
Man-At-Arms: This device can detect hostile energy signatures across all of Eternia.
Alexandra Calaway squints at it.
Alexandra: So it’s basically Twitter?
Man-At-Arms: I have no idea what that is, but somehow I feel insulted.
Cut to Teela leading a charge into battle while Logan Hunter jogs beside her, struggling to keep up!
Teela: Move faster!
Logan: I’m a wrestler, not a cardio machine!
Cut to a dramatic slow-motion shot of Adam reaching for the Power Sword. Just before his hand touches it, an SCW brawl spills into frame and everyone crashes into him.
The sword goes flying.
Everyone freezes.
Miles Kasey steps into frame. He catches the sword with both hands and raises it high.
Miles: By the Power of Grayskull!
A thunderous explosion of glittering light engulfs him. The music becomes triumphant. The SCW stars shield their eyes. Skeletor looks horrified.
When the light clears, Miles stands transformed, but instead of looking like He-Man, he is in a dazzling She-Ra-inspired warrior costume. White and gold. Flowing cape. Regal boots. Elegant armor. A look that says “battlefield princess with pay-per-view main event energy.”
Everyone stares.
Miles looks down at himself, then at the sword. He turns it slightly and sees the truth.
It is not Adam’s Sword of Power. It is Adora’s Sword of Protection.
Miles: Damn, grabbed the wrong sword!
Smash cut to the SCW Climax Control logo.
Trailer Voice: SCW Climax Control. Where legends clash, worlds collide, and apparently wardrobe has range!
Cut back to Skeletor, now trapped in a wrestling hold from Cyrus Riddle!
Skeletor: I demand my agent!
Final graphic:
SCW Climax Control
This Sunday
Only on the network that survived Eternia
SCW returns from commercial break as in the ring is SCW announcer, Justin.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…….. BRANDON HENDRIX!
“Look in the mirror
The cobweb of my soul
On my face, forever
Seeking to be whole
Driven by passion
Raging like a storm
With thunder and lighting
And this hubris I was born”
Lightening strikes the stage and the smoke disappears as in the middle of the stage, Brandon rises up from a rising podium in the middle of the stage to a thunderous ovation. Dressed in a full black- black Jordan's, black sweatpants, black hoodie which is over his head, and he is looking down to the floor. Brandon slowly walks down the ramp, a single spotlight shines down on him as he makes his way to the sacred ring that recently contained a blood bath between himself and LJ that could be Match Of The Night and even Match Of The Year. Brandon places a foot on the steel steps, taking a moment before he continues on to let the moment breathe. He then walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. Justin holds the microphone out which Brandon accepts, then Justin exits the ring as Brandon's theme song dies down. Brandon slowly raises the microphone to his mouth, his face still covered to speak.
Brandon Hendrix: At Into The Void, I stepped into the ring, inside that cage…. With LJ Kasey….
The crowd cheers with the mention of LJ Kasey's name.
Brandon Hendrix: ….. and he beat me in the middle of the ring… one… two…. three…
The crowd erupts again to the mention that LJ defeated Brandon in one of the most bloody, brutal, and greatest matches in SCW's history. Brandon slowly lowers the microphone and raises his free hand, his left hand and grabs the hoodie he has covering his face and he slowly removes the hoodie, revealing the damage Lethal Lockdown caused. The crowd goes silent as Brandon's face is barely unrecognizable with all the stitches, cuts, bruises, and scars he got from that match. Brandon then slowly unzips his hoodie jacket and slowly pulls it off his torso, revealing his bare chest and stomach, showing off the stitches, scars, and the two massive bruises from the sledgehammer shots he received from LJ at Into The Void.
Brandon Hendrix: These marks tell the story. I went into the match with a back injury, and I could have taken the coward's way out and rescheduled the match to when it fits my convenience, but I didn't because that match, no matter where on the card, was the main event of the show. The match everyone was there to see, and I didn't disappoint. I built my reputation on being Mr. Main Event because day in and day out, on the biggest shows I prove I am the main event of every show. And at Into The Void, I proved it once again giving it my all despite a bad back. And yeah, I could use that as an excuse on why I lost the match, but no. I'm a man that when defeated tells the truth. I was defeated fair and square by LJ and that's the end of it. But LJ, remember, this is done for now. As far as I'm concerned, you won one, I won one, so that calls for a final match at the end of this all.
And I will win that one too, but until then, enjoy your wedding.
Brandon brushes his hair from his face, not hiding his marked up face at all.
Brandon Hendrix: So, what comes next for me? Time off? Heal and stay with my daughter?
Nah.
I'm staying in the fight. Now that I have a clear road ahead, it's time to go for what I yearn for the most in this business. Yeah, becoming World Heavyweight Champion. And there is nothing nobody will do to stop me becoming World Heavyweight Champion. Especially you, Alexander Raven. Yeah, you want to run your mouth about me? Then you can step up to the Death Match God and become famous finally. The Don is coming for his empire, ladies and gentlemen. Pray you can survive the massacre that follows it.
Brandon Hendrix drops the microphone in the middle of the ring before walking over to the ropes and he handstands over the top rope and lands on his feet to the floor below. He looks at the camera as he continues walking up the ramp, starting another rant.
Brandon Hendrix: No Mic There isn't a motherfucker alive who can take me out, and I wish they continue to try! Can no man put me out! I'm tired of letting everyone think they can! I'm tired of being disappointed every single time! Call me the bounty hunter, because I got that DOG IN ME AND NOBODY CAN TAKE IT OUT OF ME! SCW IS MINE! ALL OF IT BELONGS TO ME! I'M THE MAN! NEVER FORGET IT!
Brandon pushes the camera out of his face as he walks up the ramp and through the curtain. SCW goes to its next segment.
The camera returns to AMSOIL Arena in Duluth, Minnesota, where the crowd is still buzzing beneath the bright lights of Climax Control. The shot sweeps across the cheering fans before cutting to the stage, where Justin Decent stands beneath the Sin City Wrestling logo, microphone in hand and a knowing grin on his face.
Justin: And once again! Please welcome to the stage - Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans erupt into a mixture of cheers, wolf whistles, and laughter as the stage lights suddenly explode into a chaotic rainbow of pink, lime green, electric blue, and gold. The curtains part with all the subtlety of a glitter cannon detonating inside a circus tent, and out steps Amanda Hugginkiss.
Amanda is dressed in a towering neon orange beehive wig packed with plastic fruit, fake birds, and blinking fairy lights. Her gown is a monstrous collision of zebra print, sequins, feather boas, and oversized shoulder pads shaped like cocktail umbrellas. One hip appears to have a full rotating drink tray attached to it, complete with tiny parasols, while her platform heels are so high they look like OSHA should have been notified in advance.
Amanda pauses at center stage, plants one hand on her hip, and fans herself dramatically with a folding fan that reads “TOO MUCH? NEVER!”
Amanda: Hello, Duluth!
The crowd cheers as Amanda gives them an exaggerated wink, then turns in a slow, theatrical circle so every side of her impossible ensemble can be appreciated, feared, and possibly reported to local authorities.
Amanda: I know, I know. You are wondering how I got through airport security dressed like this. The answer is simple. I didn’t. They surrendered.
The fans laugh as Amanda lifts her chin proudly, basking in the noise.
Amanda: Now, I was told that tonight I should keep things classy, tasteful, elegant, understated...
She looks down at herself, then back out at the crowd.
Amanda: So naturally, I ignored every single word of that.
Another cheer rises from the arena as Amanda takes her position on the stage, refusing to descend the ramp toward the ring. She gives the stage floor a suspicious glance, then points toward the ring with her fan.
Amanda: Oh no, honey. These heels were not built for that ramp, that ring, or any sudden movements not approved by my insurance provider.
Justin backs away with a laugh as the lights dim around the stage. A spotlight locks onto Amanda as the opening notes of her performance music begin to pulse through the AMSOIL Arena speakers. Amanda snaps her fan shut, strikes a pose so dramatic it nearly counts as a weather event, and the crowd roars in anticipation as her brand-new performance is about to begin.
Amanda: It was Saturday night, I was painted for war,
One lash higher than the one before.
I had glitter in my cleavage, glue in my hair,
And a five-dollar bill tucked who knows where.
I stepped onstage with a smoldering stare,
Then I heard the thunder rolling in from over there.
Matching sashes, plastic crowns,
And fifteen women screaming nouns.
“Bride!”
“Shots!”
“Slay!”
“Woo!”
I said, “Dear Lord, they’ve spotted me too.”
They moved as one, in heels and prosecco,
A pink champagne-powered tornado.
I tried to smile, I tried to wave,
But I knew tonight I had to be brave.
It’s the straight girl bachelorette stampede,
Running on vodka and bridal need.
They want a photo, they want a hug,
They want my wig and half my blood.
“Yas queen!” echoing wall to wall,
One more selfie and I’m gonna fall.
I came to perform, not be freed,
From the straight girl bachelorette stampede.
The maid of honor grabbed my wrist,
Said, “Can you make the bride feel kissed?”
I said, “Sweetheart, I charge by the minute,”
She said, “We love drag!” and climbed right in it.
The bride was crying into her veil,
Said, “You’re my spirit animal!”
I said, “I’m a person, not a sign,”
Then she asked if she could touch my spine.
One yelled, “Do the death drop thing!”
Another tried to wear my ring.
One asked, “Is this your real hair?”
I said, “Girl, is that your real flair?”
They circled close with phones held high,
Like glittery vultures in the sky.
I saw the exit, ten feet away,
But the bride screamed, “Group pic!”
So I stayed.
It’s the straight girl bachelorette stampede,
Running on vodka and bridal need.
They want a photo, they want a hug,
They want my wig and half my blood.
“Yas queen!” echoing wall to wall,
One more selfie and I’m gonna fall.
I came to perform, not be freed,
From the straight girl bachelorette stampede.
Now ladies, listen, gather near,
I love your joy, I love your cheer.
But don’t grab queens like party snacks,
We are not props in open backs.
Tip your drag queen, tip your bar,
Don’t chase me halfway to my car.
Ask before you hug my neck,
And Venmo me some damn respect.
No, Madison, you cannot try on my wig.
No, Kayla, I will not come to Nashville with you.
No, Brittany, I do not know your cousin Tyler just because he is “basically gay.”
And to the bride: congratulations, baby. Now back up before I become your first divorce omen.
Then suddenly the DJ played
That one song every bride has prayed.
They hit the floor in a screaming wave,
And I saw my chance to be saved.
I grabbed my purse, I grabbed my fan,
I slipped past Ashley, Meg, and Fran.
But at the door, to my defeat,
The bride was barefoot in the street.
She said, “One more pic, you’re so iconic!”
I said, “This is becoming catatonic.”
She shoved a twenty in my bra,
I said, “Get in close, my dear, hurrah.”
It’s the straight girl bachelorette stampede,
Running on vodka and bridal need.
They want a photo, they want a hug,
They want my wig and half my blood.
“Yas queen!” echoing wall to wall,
One more selfie and I’m gonna fall.
I came to perform, I tried to lead,
Through the straight girl bachelorette stampede.
By closing time, they loved me still,
One lost a shoe, one lost the bill.
The bride said, “You made my whole night, queen,”
Then tipped me cash and left the scene.
So bless the brides and bless the crew,
Bless every “woo girl” passing through.
But next time, honey, I guarantee,
I’m bringing a whistle and security.
Following the performance, the AMSOIL Arena crowd bursts into cheers and applause, the fans rising to their feet as Amanda Hugginkiss holds her final pose beneath the blazing stage lights.
Amanda slowly lowers her arms, then presses one hand to her chest as though genuinely overwhelmed by the adoration. She turns to one side, then the other, preening shamelessly for every section of the crowd while fluttering her fingers beneath her chin.
Amanda: Oh, stop! Stop it! You’re embarrassing me!
The applause only grows louder.
Amanda: I said stop, not continue with better volume!
Amanda puckers her lips and blows exaggerated kisses out toward the crowd, sending one to the left side of the arena, one to the right, and then one grand, sweeping kiss straight down the camera lens.
Amanda: Duluth, you have been gorgeous, generous, and clearly blessed with excellent taste!
With one final flourish, Amanda snaps open her fan, gives the audience a wink, and sashays backward toward the curtain. Just before disappearing, she peeks out one last time, blows another kiss, and vanishes backstage as the fans continue to cheer and applaud.
Holly Wood steps through the ropes with a confident smile, entering the ring as the special referee for the next match. She smooths the front of her referee shirt, then turns toward Justin with a playful sparkle in her eyes. Before Justin can fully lift the microphone, Holly leans in and gives him a quick peck on the cheek, earning a loud reaction from the crowd. Justin looks momentarily flustered, but Holly is not finished. She gives him a teasing pat on the butt, grinning as the fans cheer and laugh, then struts toward the center of the ring and takes her position, ready to officiate the upcoming contest.
Justin: The following contest is a Non-Title match, scheduled for one fall!
"Un Bon Souvenir" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie walks out, vibing to the heavy riff, she is soon accompanied by Krystal and the half-sisters share a fist bump.
Justin: Introducing, from Grenock, South Australia and being accompanied by Krystal Wolfe, she is "The Judas Wolfe" CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie marches down to the ring and rolls in stopping at the centre and assuming a kneeling pose while staring down her fans, she stands up straight as Krystal joins her and retreats to a corner.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe has undergone one of the most disturbing attitude changes we have seen in recent memory. The arrogance, the contempt for the fans, and now these accusations that Harper Mason was behind the attack on Alicia Lukas. Cassie is not just trying to win matches, she is trying to rewrite the entire narrative around herself.
Lunam: Aye, and she’s got Krystal Wolfe at ringside, which means Alexandra Calaway better have eyes in the back of her head. Cassie has always had the speed and aerial ability, but now she’s got that mean wee streak, and worse, she’s got someone out here ready to help her steal a moment if Holly Wood blinks at the wrong time.
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.. She is the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion! ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair.
Simone: Alexandra Calaway walks into this match as the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion, but that title is not on the line tonight. She was originally set to defend against the returning Kat Jones at Into the Void XV, but with that match postponed, this becomes a dangerous proving ground instead.
Lunam: And sometimes a non-title match is more dangerous than a title match, Belinda. Alexandra has everything to lose in terms of momentum, pride, and reputation. Cassie can throw caution to the wind, and if she beats the champion, even without the title on the line, she’s got herself a claim that nobody can ignore.
Holly Wood checks both competitors, making sure Alexandra has no hidden objects tucked in her gear, then doing the same to Cassie while Cassie smirks and holds her arms out like she has done nothing wrong in her life. Krystal claps slowly from the outside, already pacing near Alexandra’s side of the ring. Holly backs toward the center, points to both women, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Cassie bursts out of her corner first, looking to catch Alexandra cold with a running dropkick, but Calaway sidesteps and lets Cassie hit the canvas hard. Alexandra pounces immediately, grabbing Cassie by the wrist and twisting into an arm wringer before snapping her down with a short-arm shoulder tackle. Cassie rolls through and kips up, but Alexandra is already there, catching her with a stiff spin kick to the ribs that folds the smaller Wolfe sister over. Alexandra hooks the head, runs forward, and plants Cassie with a bulldog, driving her face-first into the mat before rolling her over for the first cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Alexandra wasted no time. Technical control into blunt impact, that is exactly why she is so dangerous.
Lunam: Cassie came in like a firecracker, but Alexandra just stomped the fuse out before it could burn.
Alexandra pulls Cassie up, but Cassie rakes the eyes while Holly shifts to check Alexandra’s positioning. Calaway staggers, and Cassie darts to the ropes with a wicked grin, springboarding back with a flying clothesline that takes the champion down. Cassie hits the ropes again and comes back with a low basement dropkick to Alexandra’s jaw, then follows with a standing moonsault, landing clean across the ribs. Rather than cover immediately, she shouts toward the crowd, soaking in the boos while Krystal slaps the mat and urges her half-sister to stay on her.
Cassie hooks Alexandra’s leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Cassie clamps on a side headlock, grinding her forearm across Alexandra’s cheek, but Calaway powers up to one knee and then to her feet. Alexandra drives elbows into Cassie’s ribs, but Cassie leaps, twists, and snaps Alexandra over with a hurricanrana. Calaway tumbles into the ropes and spills halfway through them. Krystal sees the opening and, while Holly checks on Cassie’s landing, grabs Alexandra by the boot and yanks her throat-first across the middle rope. Alexandra coughs and drops to the apron as the crowd erupts in anger.
Simone: There it is already! Krystal Wolfe getting involved behind Holly Wood’s back!
Lunam: Aye, and that’s the danger. Cassie is quick enough on her own, but with Krystal lurking outside like a wolf in the hedges, Alexandra is fighting two battles at once.
Cassie charges and blasts Alexandra with a dropkick through the ropes, knocking her to the floor. Cassie steps onto the apron, measuring her opponent for a dive, but Alexandra surges up and grabs Cassie’s ankle. Cassie tries to kick free, but Calaway yanks her down hard, sending Cassie crashing face-first onto the apron before tumbling to ringside. The crowd comes alive as Alexandra shakes off the rope shot and pounces, hammering Cassie with furious punches against the barricade. Cassie covers up, but Alexandra keeps swinging, then grabs her by the hair and trunks and throws her shoulder-first into the steel steps.
Holly leans through the ropes and begins her count.
ONE!
TWO!
Alexandra breaks away from Cassie just long enough to glare at Krystal, who backs up with both hands raised innocently. Cassie tries to crawl away, but Alexandra catches her and slams her chest-first across the barricade. Alexandra climbs onto the apron, looks down at Cassie, and leaps with a guillotine leg drop across the back of Cassie’s neck, knocking both women to the floor in a heap.
THREE!
FOUR!
Simone: Cassie made a mistake throwing this match to the outside. Alexandra Calaway is a brawler when she needs to be, and ringside is not where Cassie wants to test that.
Lunam: Exactly right. Cassie might fly better in open air, but out here, Alexandra can turn the floor, barricade, steps, and apron into weapons without ever needing to break a rule.
Alexandra drags Cassie up and rolls her back inside at six, then follows with measured purpose. Cassie stumbles to her feet, dazed, and Alexandra levels her with an STO that rattles the canvas. Instead of covering, Calaway steps through Cassie’s legs and turns her over into a Boston Crab, sitting deep and wrenching back. Cassie screams, clawing toward the ropes as Holly asks if she wants to give it up. Krystal rushes to the apron, shouting that Alexandra has Cassie’s hair. Holly looks over, annoyed, and Alexandra releases the hold for one second to glare at Krystal.
That second is enough. Cassie rolls through, grabs Alexandra by the waistband, and pulls her throat-first into the second rope. Cassie scrambles up, hits the ropes, and nails the Penalty Shot, a vicious running soccer kick to the face of the seated champion. Alexandra collapses flat, and Cassie throws herself into the cover with both legs hooked.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Cassie slaps the mat in frustration, then drags Alexandra toward the corner. She climbs to the top rope, crouches, and launches into Gravity Wins, the 450 Splash, but Alexandra rolls away at the very last instant. Cassie crashes hard into the canvas, clutching her midsection as the entire building gasps. Alexandra pushes herself up in the opposite corner, eyes locked on Cassie, and when Wolfe staggers to her knees, Alexandra explodes forward with a V-Trigger that snaps Cassie backward like a trapdoor opened beneath her.
Simone: Alexandra got every bit of that knee! Cassie might be out!
Lunam: That was the kind of shot that changes the whole complexion of a fight. Cassie went for the spectacular, and Alexandra made her pay in full.
Alexandra covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Alexandra stays composed and pulls Cassie up into position for a teardrop suplex, lifting and dropping her cleanly on the upper back. Cassie rolls toward the ropes, but Alexandra catches her again and whips her into the corner. Calaway charges, but Cassie slips to the apron and kicks Alexandra in the face through the ropes. Cassie springboards in with a crossbody, but Alexandra rolls through with her, powers to her feet, and hoists Cassie up for an Air Raid Crash. Cassie frantically elbows free and lands behind her, then snaps Alexandra down with a backstabber, driving both knees into the champion’s spine.
Cassie crawls to the ropes, using them to stand while Krystal screams encouragement. Alexandra rises slowly, and Cassie charges for Heretic's Omen, the Shining Wizard, but Alexandra ducks under and captures the legs. In one fluid motion, Calaway turns Cassie over into the Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring. Cassie’s face contorts in panic. Krystal races around ringside, yelling at Cassie to crawl, but Alexandra sits lower, wrenching Cassie’s spine and legs while the fans chant for Cassie to tap.
Cassie claws forward inch by inch. Alexandra tries to drag her back, but Krystal secretly reaches under the bottom rope and brushes Cassie’s fingertips closer. Holly is checking Cassie’s shoulders and misses the assist. Cassie finally grabs the bottom rope, and Holly calls for the break.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Alexandra releases just before five, furious as she points straight at Krystal. Holly warns Alexandra to stay focused, and Krystal smirks like she has just won a private victory. Calaway turns back to Cassie, but Cassie catches her with a desperate superkick to the jaw. Alexandra wobbles but does not fall, so Cassie hits a second superkick, then pulls her into a front facelock and spikes her with a DDT. Cassie rolls Alexandra over.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Cassie screams in disbelief and drags Alexandra to the corner again. This time she climbs slower, favoring her legs after the Sharpshooter. Alexandra rises and meets her on the turnbuckles, blasting Cassie with forearms. The two trade shots high above the ring until Alexandra hooks Cassie under the arm and launches her with a top-rope arm drag. Cassie lands hard and scrambles up in shock, only to be caught around the throat. Alexandra lifts and plants her with a chokeslam that shakes the ring.
Simone: Chokeslam by Calaway! That might be the opening she needed!
Lunam: Cassie’s eyes just went wide as saucers. She knows she’s in the deep water now.
Alexandra does not cover. She drags Cassie into position near the corner, climbs to the top, and points down at Wolfe. The crowd roars as Alexandra launches with a senton bomb, crashing across Cassie’s chest. Cassie spasms from the impact, and Alexandra hooks both legs tight.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The kickout shocks Alexandra, but she does not lose control. She pulls Cassie up and sets her for the curb stomp, but Cassie collapses flat to avoid it. Alexandra grabs her again, and Cassie suddenly shoves her chest-first into Holly Wood. Holly stumbles but does not go down, turning her attention to checking whether the contact was intentional. Alexandra looks toward Holly to explain, and Krystal jumps onto the apron, screaming in Alexandra’s face.
The champion storms toward Krystal, grabbing her by the hair as the crowd erupts. Holly turns to order Krystal down, and in the chaos, Cassie rises behind Alexandra. Krystal drops from the apron at the last possible second, and Alexandra turns straight into Cassie’s trap. Cassie hooks both arms, plants her feet, and drives Alexandra headfirst into the mat with The Bite of Judas, the Double Underhook DDT. The entire arena erupts in shock as Cassie rolls Alexandra over and hooks the leg with desperate force.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie rolls outside immediately, half laughing and half gasping, and she jumps into Krystal’s arms as the two celebrate with a tight hug near the barricade. Krystal lifts Cassie off her feet for a moment, both of them shouting over the booing crowd like they have just conquered the world. Inside the ring, Alexandra sits up slowly, one hand on the back of her head, her expression shifting from stunned disbelief to white-hot fury as the reality settles in. Cassie Wolfe has pinned the Bombshell Internet Champion in the middle of the ring.
Simone: I do not believe what we just witnessed. Cassie Wolfe has defeated Alexandra Calaway, and yes, there was interference, yes, Krystal Wolfe was involved, but the record book will say Cassie pinned the champion.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s massive. Dirty or not, rotten or not, Cassie Wolfe just put herself in the conversation. You beat the champion, even in a non-title match, and suddenly everybody has to look at you differently.
Cassie and Krystal continue celebrating on the outside, pointing at Alexandra and laughing while backing up the aisle. Alexandra remains on one knee inside the ring, breathing hard, eyes locked on both Wolfe women. Then the champion bolts. Cassie turns too late. Alexandra hits the ropes, charges across the ring, and launches through the ropes with a suicide dive, wiping out both Cassie and Krystal in a violent collision that sends all three crashing to the floor.
The fans explode. Alexandra rises first, hair wild, jaw clenched, and rage burning in her eyes. She stands over Cassie and Krystal for one long second, making sure they understand that the pinfall did not end the fight in her mind. Then Alexandra storms back up the aisle, refusing to look back as the crowd cheers her fury and Holly Wood checks on the fallen Wolfe sisters.
Simone: Cassie won the match, but Alexandra Calaway just sent a very clear message. You can steal a victory, but you do not humiliate the champion and walk away clean.
Lunam: Cassie has the win, but she and Krystal just paid the receipt. And I’ll tell ya this much, Belinda, if Cassie Wolfe wanted Alexandra Calaway’s attention, she’s got it now. God help her with what comes next.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control, where Pussy Willow stands ready with a microphone in hand. She looks poised to begin a standard interview, but before she can speak, her eyes drift slightly downward.
In front of her, Helluva Bottom Carter sits at a small folding table with a glittery accessory bag in front of him. The bag is bright, bedazzled, and looks completely out of place backstage at a wrestling event. Carter unzips it with great ceremony.
Pussy Willow: Carter, I was told you were ready for this interview?
HBCarter: I am, Pussy. I am profoundly ready. Spiritually ready. Emotionally ready. Moisturized, hydrated, and just judgmental enough to be useful.
Pussy Willow: I see. And the bag?
HBCarter: This? This is my Emergency Slay Kit.
Pussy Willow: Your what?
HBCarter: Emergency. Slay. Kit. Honestly, Pussy, I thought you of all people would understand the importance of proper preparation.
Pussy Willow: I know about preparation. I’m just not sure I’ve ever seen it sparkle before.
HBCarter: Then you have been preparing wrong.
Carter reaches into the bag and pulls out a roll of athletic tape.
HBCarter: Athletic tape. Because unlike some people in this company, I understand that looking good and being ready to fight are not mutually exclusive.
Pussy Willow: I don’t think anyone doubts that you’re ready to fight.
HBCarter: Oh, some people do. They see the hair, the lashes, the glitter, the crop tops, and they think, “Oh, he’s adorable.” And they are correct. Tragically for them, I am also spiteful, flexible, and alarmingly hard to keep down.
Carter digs into the bag again and pulls out a protein bar. Half of it is missing. He pauses, staring at it.
HBCarter: Hm.
Pussy Willow: Problem?
HBCarter: This was whole when I packed it.
Pussy Willow glances off-camera. Carter follows her eyes, and the camera shifts just enough to catch Kevin standing nearby, trying very hard to look innocent.
Kevin: What?
HBCarter: Kevin.
Kevin: I thought maybe it was emergency food!
HBCarter: It was. My emergency food.
Kevin: You said family shares.
Carter turns and looks at Pussy, knowing when he’s beaten.
HBCarter: Well, he’s got me there.
Pussy Willow tries to keep a straight face as Carter sighs and sets the half-eaten bar down beside the other items.
HBCarter: Fine. Half a protein bar. For when your loved ones betray you with crumbs.
Kevin: It was pretty good.
HBCarter: That is not the point, but I’m glad you enjoyed my suffering.
Pussy Willow: Carter, as fascinating as this is, I do need to ask you about tonight. You and Miles are teaming up against Brandon Hendrix and Cyrus Riddle. What is your mindset heading into this match?
Carter reaches into the bag again and pulls out a small bottle of hand sanitizer. The label has clearly been altered with a piece of tape and a marker. It reads: “For When I Touch Trash.” Pussy Willow looks at the label.
Pussy Willow: I’m almost afraid to ask.
HBCarter: You should be. This is for after the match.
Pussy Willow: After the match?
HBCarter: Yes, because tonight I have to get in the ring with Brandon Hendrix, and I don’t know where his ego has been.
Kevin snorts from off to the side.
HBCarter: But before we get to him, let me say this. Cyrus Riddle? Different conversation. Cyrus is talented. Cyrus is tough. Cyrus is dangerous in a way that does not need a neon sign and a fog machine. I respect him. He is also the brother of my Kitty Kat, and that means something to me. So when I step into the ring against Cyrus, I am not stepping in there to make some cheap little joke out of him. I know he can hurt me. I know he can hurt Miles. I know he can turn the whole match around if we make one mistake.
Pussy Willow: So you see Cyrus as the real threat?
HBCarter: I see Cyrus as a real threat. There is a difference. Cyrus has earned respect. Brandon Hendrix seems to think respect is something you can buy in bulk at a gym supplement store with a tub of protein powder and a personality crisis.
Pussy Willow: Strong words. You have made it very clear that you are not especially fond of Brandon Hendrix.
HBCarter: Fond? Pussy, I am not fond of Brandon Hendrix in the same way I am not fond of a wet sock, a cracked phone screen, or a man who claps when the plane lands. He is an experience nobody asked for, and yet somehow everyone in the room has to suffer through it.
Pussy Willow: Do you think he underestimates you?
HBCarter: Of course he does. Men like Brandon always underestimate someone like me. They look at me and see sparkle before they see skill. They hear sass before they hear strategy. Brandon Hendrix walks around with this whole attitude like he thinks he is some irresistible force, when really he gives off the energy of a mall cologne kiosk that learned how to do push-ups.
Pussy Willow presses her lips together, clearly fighting a laugh.
Pussy Willow: A mall cologne kiosk?
HBCarter: Aggressive. Unnecessary. Standing in everyone’s way. Spraying things no one asked for.
Pussy Willow: In fairness, Brandon and Cyrus could argue that they are a strong combination. Cyrus brings experience and Brandon brings aggression.
HBCarter: Brandon brings aggression the way a toddler brings noise to a restaurant. Loud does not mean impressive. Loud just means everybody is now aware you need attention.
Carter places the hand sanitizer back inside the bag, then removes a tiny packet of tissues.
Pussy Willow: And those?
HBCarter: Tissues.
Pussy Willow: For injuries?
HBCarter: No, for Brandon’s feelings.
Carter leans forward, his tone shifting just enough to make the moment sharper.
HBCarter: I am not walking into that ring hoping Brandon and Cyrus make mistakes. I am walking in there to force them. I am walking in there with Miles, who knows me better than anyone, who fights beside me better than anyone, and who understands that when the two of us are on the same page, we are not just a team. We are a problem.
Pussy Willow: So the Emergency Slay Kit is less about vanity and more about preparation?
HBCarter: Oh, baby, vanity is preparation. Never underestimate the power of knowing you look phenomenal right before you ruin someone’s night.
Carter reaches into the bag one more time and pulls out a small, folded photo of Miles. He holds it up proudly.
Pussy Willow: Is that Miles?
HBCarter: Emotional support husband.
Pussy Willow: Does Miles know he’s in the kit?
HBCarter: Miles knows he is married to me. After that, nothing should surprise him.
Pussy Willow: What does having Miles as your partner mean for this match?
For the first time, Carter softens a little. Not completely, because this is still Carter, but enough that the sincerity shows through.
HBCarter: It means everything. Miles is not just my partner in life. He is someone I trust in that ring when everything gets chaotic. He knows when to pull me back. He knows when to let me loose. He knows how to keep me steady, and I know how to remind him that he is far more dangerous than he sometimes gives himself credit for. So tonight, Brandon and Cyrus are not getting two people randomly thrown together. They are getting us.
Pussy Willow: Any final message for your opponents tonight?
Carter carefully places every item back into the glittering bag, one by one. Then he zips the bag shut and places both hands on top of it.
HBCarter: Cyrus, I respect you. I know what you can do, and I expect nothing less than your best. You bring the fight, and Miles and I will meet you right in the middle of that ring.
Carter turns his gaze directly to the camera.
HBCarter: Brandon, bring whatever version of yourself you think is impressive. Bring the flexing. Bring the sneer. Bring the little tough-guy routine you probably practiced in a bathroom mirror under fluorescent lighting. Bring every ounce of that discount alpha male nonsense you keep mistaking for charisma.
His smile widens.
HBCarter: Because when I am done with you, the only thing left standing will be your hair gel and the terrible choices that brought you here.
Pussy Willow: Carter, thank you for your time.
HBCarter: Always a pleasure, Pussy.
Pussy Willow: And good luck tonight.
HBCarter: Luck is cute, but I brought better.
Carter lifts the glittering bag.
HBCarter: I brought the kit.
Kevin: And half a protein bar.
Carter slowly turns to him.
HBCarter: We are still discussing that later.
Kevin smiles innocently as Carter rises from the table, slings the Emergency Slay Kit over his shoulder, and walks off with his head high. Pussy Willow watches him go, amused, as the camera lingers on her expression for just a moment before the scene fades.
A basketball hoop rests in the middle of the stage. A group of six dark skinned young adults walk out and stand in a line in front of the hoop all wearing a shirt that reads 310 Step.
They remain still for a moment then a hop hop beat plays.
Stomp. Another Stomp. A clap, all in unison as it picks up and they begin to move faster, almost becoming part of the music.
A lone basketball is rolled onto the stage and picked up by the stepper in the middle. They bounce it along with the stepping and the music passing it between their fellow steppers making it become a seamless part of the performance.
Lunam: I kind of feel like I might be in one of those old Nike commercials right now.
A voiceover is heard.
“Please welcome at this time your new SCW Roulette champion Zayvion Lyons!!!!”
Simone: I think the new champ just wanted to arrive in style…
Backyard Boogie by Mack 10 plays and the crowd cheers as a step team collapse for the arrival of Zayvion who stands on the stage holding his new championship proudly in the air with Cleo not far behind showing her support.
He looks at the basketball, grabs it and dribbles it a couple times before throwing it behind him and making a basket without looking, and then winking at the camera before heading down to the ring.
Once in the ring he gets a microphone and waits for the crowd to settle down a bit before he speaks.
Zayvion Lyons: How about we show some love for the team at 310 Step? The team you saw today is only a small part. They do a lot with helping low income communities and using step and dance to help a lot of young folks find a way for themselves in life.
The crowd cheers in response for the steppers before the team makes their exit.
Zayvion Lyons: Once again thank you 310 Step for comin’ out!
He pauses for a moment, then looks at his championship then looks at the crowd then back at his championship and then back at the crowd again with a grin.
Zayvion Lyons: We did it y'all! I couldn't have done it without all y'alls support, I want you to know that it means a lot to me and you all definitely helped me get this championship.
The crowd cheers and begins to sing a part of Zayvion's theme.
Crowd: Straight from Inglewood and you know that it's all good! You can put that on your hood everyday. Coming with the Backyard Boogie Oogie Oogie…Backyard Boogie Oogie Oogie.
Zayvion Lyons: Haha, I appreciate that fam and there's so many others I have to thank for supporting me, all my little brothers and sisters. I got to thank my Big Momma, and I absolutely have to thank you.
He turns to Cleo.
Zayvion Lyons: You've put me through ,hell abandoned pools, radio towers, military training courses. But it was all to leave me here and you supported me every step of the way Cleo, and you helped Forge me into a champion. You may not carry the name on the sign but in my opinion you don't need to because you are the heart and soul of the Lyon's Den, you are the true motivator.
The crowd starts a Cleo chant.
Cleo Phillips: I appreciate that young blood, but don't sell yourself short. You put in the work to get here. I challenged you and you overcame and that's why you're a champion now. But buckle up cuz it only gets tougher from here.
Zayvion Lyons: Yeah, I know I know. I got you, I'm going to do everything to be the greatest Roulette Champion I can be for each and every one of you, for my family and for Cleo. For all of you that supported me on my journey to get here the party ain't over yet, I will stand as a fighting champion and anybody who wants to smoke can come get the smoke, Logan Hunter, Ryan Keys, Hell if Miles Kasey wants to try and capture himself a third title so he can have them all, he knows where to find me. I am Zayvion Lyons and I am your new SCW Roulette champion….
Suddenly the lights go out.
Lunam: What the…
Another voiceover is heard.
Everybody please rise and welcome your queen and Bombshell World Champion Victoria Lyons!!
Simone: Well I think we have some party crashers here Lunam.
“I am the Fire” by Halestorm plays in Victoria Alliance appears on stage with her bombshell World Championship display probably around her waist and her fiancee Darian following shortly behind.
Lunam: Looks like the new Champion got herself some new music as well.
Victoria struts her way to the ring, where she's giving a mic and faces a cautious looking Zayvion.
Victoria Lyons: Relax cousin I'm not here for a fight. I have to save my energy for later tonight when defend my championship against the temporary Queen Frankie holiday. No I'm here because you said something that flipped some sort of switch in my brain. You said Cleo was the heart and soul of the Lyon's Den and that she was the true motivator and you know what…
She pauses and turns to Cleo
Victoria Lyons: You're damn right she is.
The crowd actually cheers.
Victoria Lyons: That slap to the face was the wake-up call I needed, you are right I was letting my ego get ahead of me thinking that I had already won. Had I continued but that mindset I would not be standing here as your bombshell world champion because Mercedes Vargas being the warrior that she is would have walked right through me. But you helped me get my mind right and for that Cleo I thank you.
She turns to Zayvion
Victoria Lyons: And you. I know you don't like to hear it, but you did your family name proud. I understand you have issues with the Lyons name because of my uncle. Still you chose to stay a Lyons. You could have taken your mom's last name and been Zayvion Jefferson. But I think you know deep down that you really want to represent the Lyons name too and you're doing it. I'm here to say you are a part of this family, and congratulations champ.
Victoria extends her hand.
Zayvion pauses for a moment unsure and then extends his hand to accept the handshake to cheers from the crowd.
Victoria Lyons: Now I know you had the king calling you out on X, but if you don't mind I'd like to take this time to say a few things to the queen, as well as Mercedes Vargas.
Zayvion Lyons: It's all good. I said my piece, if Ryan Keys does choose to challenge me, then he better come ready, because Victoria ain't the only Lyons looking to keep their new championship. Make your decision carefully…your majesty.
Zayvion drops the mic, then he and Cleo make their exit, leaving Victoria and Darian in the ring.
Victoria Lyons: Now Mercedes Vargas you rat face looking bitch. You just can't handle the truth can you? The truth that someone has arrived that's better, better and more dangerous than you are. But just because you can't handle that I'm better than you, and that I beat you each and every time we face off doesn't give you the right to put your hands on my fiancee. You understand me? You have a problem with me you take it up with me. You touch my fiancee again, and I won't put you IN the retirement home I'll put you UNDER the retirement home.
Her eyes stay intense and fierce as she continues speaking.
Victoria Lyons: And you Frankie? Do you think I'm stupid? I knew exactly what you were going to do the moment you won Queen for a Day. I knew you were going to come for the bombshell World Championship and I've been ready for it since before I won the damn thing.
She pauses.
Victoria Lyons: You think I don't understand the target that's on my back? I held the Bombshell Roulette Championship for a year. I know what kind of target these championships bring and I know that this was going to bring an even bigger one than the Bombshell Roulette Championship did.
She pauses.
Victoria Lyons: So keep trying to reclimb that mountain Frankie, because you're not going to make it to the top while I'm here. You might be the Queen for a Day, but I am the constant queen of SCW. When this night is done, I will still be a queen and I will still be your Bombshells World Champion, and you Frankie? You will go home with nothing but a shattered ego and broken dreams. I am Victoria Lyons. I am the one true queen of Sin City Wrestling and I am your new Bombshell World Champion.
She gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, as she raises the championship up, before making her exit to I Am The Fire by Halestorm.
The Scene opens with some cheap centimetic and a star wipe transition that looks straight out of the 80s. A graphic spins over it in bright neon letters.
TUSHY THUNDER DIAPERS.
When Nature Calls, we no-sell it.
Flash cut to Eddie Lyons holding a baby with one arm and a diaper package in the other.
Eddie Lyons: you know I've been in steel cages, street fights and even survived Airline coffee, but nothing….
He leans closer to the camera.
Eddie Lyons: Nothing prepared me for diaper duty.
Flash cut to some security footage of the baby crawling away while Eddie panics in the background.
Eddie Lyons: They said it couldn't be contained…
Flash Cut back to Eddie holding the baby.
Eddie Lyons: "That's why I trust tushy Thunder.”
With a big cheeky grin, he slaps the diaper package.
Eddie Lyons: These babies come with their patented…
A cheesy graphic flies onto the screen as Eddie speaks.
Eddie Lyons: MAXIMUM BOOTY BARRIER TECHNOLOGY.
Cut again to Eddie's dressed in a lab coat like a scientist.
Eddie Lyons: tushy Thunder has been tested against all the leading competitors. You can trust me because I'm a scientist.
Flash cut to Eddie's wife Sabrina.
Sabrina Lyons: My little angel used to destroy diapers like a bull in a china shop.
She pauses with a smile.
Sabrina Lyons: but with Tushy Thunder's super absorbent technology, now their bone dry.
Flash cut back to Eddie and the baby.
Eddie Lyons: Do you know what weak diapers do? Weak diapers tap out. But Tushy Thunder?
He gives a big cheeky smile again.
Eddie Lyons: Tushy Thunder puts all leaks, smells, and blowouts down for the count. So next time nature calls with your baby, use Tushy Thunder diapers. The only diaper to enter the ring undefeated.
He gives a big thumbs up to the camera and continues to smile like an idiot, before it all fades out.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next Queen for a Day Match! Miles Kasey won the Winner Takes All Match between him and Alexander Raven at Into the Void but tonight he’s teaming with his husband HB Carer to take on Cyrus Riddle in his Climax Control debut and, well, it was meant to be Alexander Raven as Riddle’s partner but Raven pulled out for unknown reasons and has been replaced with Brandon Hendrix!
Lunam: Cyrus’s debut at Into the Voice might go down as one of the most daunting we’ve seen in recent times as he was not only making it on PPV but he faced a former World Heavyweight Champion in Carter to boot, managing to go toe to toe with Carter before Carter managed the win, Brandon meanwhile is coming off a brutal lethal lockdown match with Miles’s younger brother LJ and both men are looking to bounce back!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.
As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.
Justin: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighed in at 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!”
Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.
Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back calmly.
Simone: Cyrus made quite the impression at Into the Void and now he gets to follow that up tonight!
Lunam: Albeit without his original partner!
Lightening strikes the stage and the smoke disappears as Brandon Hendrix stands in the middle of the stage, “Anger’s Remorse”, He stares out to the cheering crowd, pointing to them before looking back at the stage, then tosses his arms up, creating a white flame that shoots up from the stage.
Justin: AND HIS PARTNER! FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE!
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN…..
FUCKING……
HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!
Brandon starts walking down the ramp, a single light shining down on Hendrix. The fans have all turned their flashlights on their phones and hold their phones up. The entire arena is lit with lights and the fans wave their phones along to the song. Brandon continues his walk down the long ramp of where SCW is being taken place, thousand fans becoming Brandon's light in this battle with a his opponents being who they are. Brandon looks around, giving a slight nod to those who back him before he walks up the steel steps, wiping his feet before entering the ring. Brandon stares at his partner and acknowledges the war that is coming. He takes his jacket off and hands it to crew outside the ring. Brandon stands in his corner and tells his opponents to bring it.
Simone: It seems hat Brandon’s beef with LJ is over for now but he could very well start a new one with Carter or Miles!
Lunam: Or his partner! Did you see the look he gave Riddle?
Justin: And their opponents!
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner, awaiting his opponent's introduction.
Simone: Cyrus quickly learned at Into the Void that Carter is not someone to be underestimated.
Lunam: And if he didn’t? He's about to get a refresher course.
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers—opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops—
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down.
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
Justin: From Manchester, England, weighing 215ibs he is the World Heavyweight Champion MILES KASEY!
“…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!”
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy.
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto the opponents—ready.
Simone: Miles looks ready for his first match as champion after he vacated the Internet Title due to SCW’s rules on a wrestler/bombshell having two belts at the same time.
Lunam: We’ll find out who will be the next champion soon enough but for now? We have Miles and Carter in tag team action!
Jasmine goes over the rules with both teams but Riddle and Hendrix aren’t waiting for the bell as they bullrush Carter and Miles, prompting Jasmine to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And this match is on!
Lunam: This is gonna be wild!
Once the bell rings the two teams keep going at each other, Brandon is brawling with Miles while Carter and Cyrus are picking up where they left off at Into the Void! After a few moments Brandon and Cyrus back their respective dance partners into opposite corners before going to whip Carter and Miles into each other! Carter and Miles, for their part, counter it with a bit of dose e jo before hitting their opponents with stereo dropkicks, sending Brandon and Cyrus to the outside.
Simone: That’s one way to turn things around on their opponents!
Lunam: And I don’t think Cyrus and Brandon liked that very much!
And already there’s tension between Cyrus and Brandon as the two men get into a shouting match on the outside, Brandon at one point shoves Cyrus leaving the Brit open to a Suicide Dive from Carter! But before Brandon can even think about pouncing on Carter Miles leaps off the top rope and wipes him out with a Moonsault! Carter is the first one to get to his feet and rolls Cyrus into the ring before going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Cyrus kicks out! Carter tries to follow that up with a running move of some kind but Brandon trips him up from the ringside area before hopping on the apron.
Simone: Well, we’re seeing teamwork from Cyrus and Brandon at least!
Lunam: Wonder how long that’ll last?
Miles makes his displeasure known to Jasmine while Cyrus gets to his feet and lays in a few stomps on Carter before he heads to the top rope and hits Diving Elbow Drop on Carter! Cyrus goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter kicks out, Cyrus gets up, dragging Carter up with him, and locks in a Dragon Sleeper with his back to Brandon but within reaching distance, so naturally? Brandon blind tags himself in!
Simone: Oh Cyrus did NOT like that!
Lunam: But the tag was legal and now Brandon is the legal man!
Brandon enters the ring and Cyrus gets in his face about the blind tag eventually shoving the larger man, only problem? He gets shoved right into a roll-up from Carter!
ONE!
TWO!
And Cyrus, though hesitant, breaks it up! The fact that Cyrus’s shove led to another pin attempt by Carter only causes things to worsen between Brandon and Cyrus but they don’t notice Carter crawling over to his team’s corner to tag in Miles until he’s halfway there! Needless to say? The two men spring into action, Brandon drops an elbow drop on Carter while Cyrus drops Miles off the apron with a running kick!
Simone: See? Even when their pissed at each other Cyrus and Brandon can work as a team!
Lunam: That said? If the Superstar and Bombshell Tag Titles ever come back I doubt they’ll go after the belts somehow!
With Carter isolated again and Miles regaining his bearings on the floor Cyrus and Brandon, by some miracle, manage to get some teamwork done as Cyrus hits Carter with a T-Bone Suplex onto Brandon’s knee! Cyrus finally leaves the ring at this point and Brandon goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter kicks out Brandon picks up Carter and hoists him onto his shoulder for a Running Powerslam but takes the moment to show off to his parter, not realizing that Miles is back on the apron until Miles blind tags himself in!
Simone: Oh you have got to be kidding me?!
Lunam: Sadly not Belinda! And coincidentally that’s probably what Cyrus is thinking right now!
Brandom quickly puts Carter down just in time for Mies to jump in and hit a DDT on the way down flipping Brandon onto his back and causing Brandon to sit up briefly before plopping back down just in time for Miles to go for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Cyrus goes to break it up only for Miles to pull away at the least second, causing Cyrus to stomp his own partner!
Simone: Oh that was absolutely on purpose by Miles!
Lunam: There’s no way that was an accident!
Both men get back to their feet but Brandon gets in Cyrus’s face about the botched breakup, causing a shouting match to occur.
Simone: Is it me or has Cyrus spent more time in the ring than on the apron?
Lunam: It’s not like he’s a fresh faced rookie either, guy’s been wrestling for yeas!
Miles and Carter share the same amused look before Miles grabs both heads and clonks them together, knocking Cyrus to his knees and Brandon backwards! Miles shifts his focus to Brandon, laying in some shots while Cyrus recovers, hitting a double axe handle to Miles’s back, Miles then starts brawling with Cyrus while Brandon leaves the ring and grabs a chair.
Simone: Oh good! Brandon’s bringing in the furniture!
Lunam: He knows this isn’t a No DQ Match, right?
Brandon returns to the ring with the chair but Cyrus sees it and abandons his brawl with Miles to ask Brandon what the hell he’s doing! Brandon simply tells Cyrus to restrain Miles and he does so, prompting Brandon to one: ignore Jasmine’s warnings and two: swing! However Miles ducks behind Cyrus and shoves him into Brandon, sending both men to the outside and the chair flying!
Simone: Is this the most dysfunctional team we’ve ever had in SCW?
Lunam: I don’t know, I reckon half the teams from when Blast from the Past was a tag team tournament could give them a run for their money!
Miles instinctively goes for a dive but then? He sees what’s brewing on the outside and invites Carter not the ring to watch as Brandon and Cyrus get into a shouting match that finally erupts into a brawl! By this point? Jasmine’s count is at five!
Simone: Wait, are we about to see a double countout?!
Lunam: I think we are!
Indeed, that is the case because by the time Jasmine’s count reaches seven both Brandon and Cyrus have spilled into the crowd, by the time Jasmine reaches nine? They are already disappearing backstage making the countout loss inevitable.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners via countout, Helluva Bottom Carter and the World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey!
Simone: Somehow I doubt this is what Frankie had in mind for tonight!
Lunam: A win’s a win for Carter and Miles but I don’t think this is the last we’ll see of the tension between Brandon and Cyrus!
Miles and Carter look at each other, shrug, and celebrate their win while Jasmine looks like she’s aged ten years.
We cut to a darkened area of the backstage area when suddenly? A familiar voice cuts through the darkness.
Logan: Sing me a song, you’re a singer, do me a wrong, you’re a bringer of evil.
As the lyrics are spoken the now former Roulette Champion Logan Hunter steps out of the darkness flanked, as always, by the stunning Shields Sisters, Marissa is on his right with her arms crossed while Brooke has one hand on her exposed midriff.
Logan: It’s heaven and hell.
Brooke: We tire of the constant games of the Roulette Division and I can guarantee that Zayvion wouldn’t be the Roulette Champion if it was a normal match!
Marissa: I mean, he IS a Lyon…….
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! Like that means anything when they breed like rabbits!
Marissa pinches the bridge of her nose.
Marissa: If I wasn’t born literally minutes after you Brooke I’d be wondering how you’re my younger sister!
Logan: Onto the business at hand, Miles Kasey will inevitably vacate the Internet Championship and I intend to stake my claim to the gold.
Marissa: Never mind the fact that it’s up to the bosses…………..
Logan: The world is full of kings and queens, who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.
Marissa: So are you admitting I’m right or just quoting that Black Sabbath song?
Logan: You’ve got to bleed for the dancer.
Brooke: Besides, Logan is a three time Roulette Champion, I say that he’s done more than enough to earn the right to such a claim! Rest assured, I will be a manager of champions again!
Logan: And no one will deny me my throne!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
Voice Over: The sun burns brighter. The ocean runs deeper. And on June 28, 2026, Sin City Wrestling leaves dry land behind for the summer’s hottest event of the year.
A massive Princess Cruise Line ship cuts through the open sea as the sun explodes across the horizon in electric blue, bright yellow, and hot pink. The SCW logo flashes across the screen as waves crash against the hull.
Voice Over: Live aboard the Princess Cruise Line, the stars of SCW set sail for one unforgettable night of chaos, glory, and championship warfare.
Quick cuts of SCW stars stepping onto the ship in sunglasses, designer gear, championship belts, and travel bags. Fans cheer from the deck as camera flashes burst like lightning.
Voice Over: This is not just another stop on the calendar. This is where rivalries crash like waves against steel.
Two bitter rivals brawl beside the pool deck, trading punches as security rushes in. One wrestler is sent crashing through a lounge chair while the crowd erupts around them.
Voice Over: Where careers are tested beneath the blazing summer sky. Where every victory feels bigger, every defeat cuts deeper, and every moment could change the course of SCW history.
A championship challenger stands at the bow of the ship, staring into the ocean as wind snaps their coat behind them. The shot cuts to the champion gripping the title tightly, their eyes locked with cold confidence.
Voice Over: Under the lights, surrounded by open water, there is nowhere to run. No escape. No safe harbor.
The ring is shown under a glowing night sky on the ship’s deck. Spotlights sweep over the crowd. Fireworks burst above the ocean as two competitors collide in the center of the ring.
Voice Over: Only the ring, the roar of the crowd, and the hunger to survive.
A wrestler dives from the top rope, soaring through the lights before crashing down onto their opponent. The crowd jumps to its feet as the referee slides into position.
Voice Over: Champions will defend their legacy. Challengers will fight for immortality. Enemies will settle old scores.
Rapid-fire clips show a champion raising their title, a challenger screaming into the camera, a heated face-to-face confrontation, and two rivals being pulled apart by officials.
Voice Over: Heroes will rise. Villains will strike. And when the night is over, the ocean itself will remember what happened aboard this ship.
A villainous competitor blindsides their opponent on the upper deck, sending them staggering against the railing. The camera cuts to a heroic comeback in the ring, with the crowd chanting as momentum shifts.
Voice Over: For fourteen years, Summer XXXTreme has been a tradition unlike any other. A spectacle of sun, sea, and Sin City Wrestling at its absolute best.
A montage of past Summer XXXTreme moments flashes across the screen: title wins, shocking betrayals, emotional celebrations, and brutal battles beneath the summer lights.
Voice Over: Now, Summer XXXTreme XIV promises to raise the stakes higher than ever before.
The camera circles the ring as every seat on the deck is packed. Fans wave signs, pyro erupts from the stage, and the cruise ship glows like a floating arena in the middle of the ocean.
Voice Over: The heat is coming. The tide is turning. And SCW is ready to make waves.
A final sequence of hard-hitting action: a spear through a barricade, a submission locked in tight, a champion collapsing to one knee, a challenger climbing the ropes, and a referee’s hand coming down for the count.
Voice Over: Sunday, June 28, 2026. Live aboard the Princess Cruise Line.
The event graphic fills the screen: electric blue waves, bright yellow sunlight, hot pink neon, and the luxury cruise ship sailing into the night.
Voice Over: Sin City Wrestling presents Summer XXXTreme XIV.
The SCW logo slams onto the screen as fireworks explode above the open sea.
Voice Over: The summer’s hottest event of the year!
Simone: It’s Main Event time folks and Frankie Holiday has used her Queen for a Day Powers to book herself as Victoria Lyons’ first challenge now that she’s won the World Bombshell Title! This has match of the year candidate written all over it Erik!
Lunam: You know, considering how low the success rate of Queen/King for a Day Winners that give themselves title matches really is? It’s surprising that they continue to go down this route but if anyone can buck the trend? It’s Frankie Holiday, especially since Frankie was the one who broke Victoria’s winning streak when she first arrived in SCW.
Simone: This should be a fantastic match! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FOR AND IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! AND IT IS FOR THE WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP!
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 the challenge, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, she is a former World Bombshell Champion, the 2026 Queen for a Day and the 2025 Blast from the Past Winner, FRANKIE HOLIDAY!
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Simone: Frankie’s achieved a lot inn the short time that she’s been in SCW and is out to reclaim the gold!
Lunam: Thing is? It could be argued that Victoria has achieved even more!
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena lights dim as "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, Darian follows close behind, as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area.
Justin: Being accompanied by Darian from Charlotte, North Carolina, she is the reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion “The Head Lyoness” “The Queen” VICTORIA LYONS!
Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
Simone: This is where things get interesting because both Victoria and Frankie are Queen for a Day winners, with Victoria winning in her PPV Debut in 2024 no less! It’s the whole reason why Victoria calls herself the queen.
Lunam: Err, speaking of queens? Frankie’s whispering in Drew’s ear.
Drew takes the mic from Justin.
Drew: By the queen’s decree: Darian is banned from ringside!
Simone: Wait, she can do that?!
Lunam: I mean, she has the Queen for a Day Powers until this match ends so why not?
Victoria and Darian protest this but Darian relents and heads to the back! Victoria is incensed but Frankie quickly rolls her up to start the match!
DING DING DING!
ONE!
FRANKIE GETS HER FEET ON THE ROPES!
TWO!
AND VICTORIA STILL KICKS OUT!
Simone: Frankie almost set a new record with that rollup!
Lunam: And if Victoria wasn’t angry before? She is now!
Both women scramble to their feet and Frankie starts the mind games early by holding her fingers inches apart from each other to remind Victoria just how close she was to setting the kind of record that no wrestler wants to set! Needless to say? This incenses Victoria even more as she bullrushes Frankie, prompting a massive brawl between the two Bombshells! After a few minutes? It spills outside the ring and Drew follows them out!
Simone: Some referee discretion from Drew here considering this isn’t a #1 Contenders Match!
Lunam: Considering the earlier tag team match between HB Carter and Miles Kasey and Cyrus Riddle and Brandon Hendrix ended in a count out because, essentially, the latter team couldn’t get along? I get the feeling that Frankie whispered that to Drew as well!
The two women reach the barricade where Victoria lariats Frankie into the crown and follows her out, they brawl all over the crowd with Drew keeping a close eye on the action before they reach a section of the barricade that will lead them back to the ringside area, there? Frankie rakes Victoria’s eyes and notices a nearby sign.
Sign: VICTORIA IS A BETTER QUEEN THAN FRANKIE!
Simone: Oh she’s gonna hate that!
Lunam: Absolutely!
Frankie promptly snatches the sign from the fan’s hand and rips it in two, earning boos from the crowd! However Victoria comes charging in and scores with a spear, sending both women through the barricade!
Simone: And that distraction led to disaster for Frankie!
Lunam: But how much damage did it do to Victoria?
Drew has apparently had enough “referee’s discretion” for one match as he promptly heads into the ring and starts counting out both women, the count reaches seven before Victoria gets to her feet, rolls Frankie back into the ring, follows her in and goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out! Victoria voices her disapproval to Drew but the veteran ref isn’t budging an inch while Frankie uses the ropes to pull herself up.
Simone: Victoria’s lost her temper again!
Lunam: Not surprised, this match is basically Frankie’s smarts vs. Victoria’s temper!
Victoria turns around only to get blasted in the face by Frankie’s forearm, unfortunately? This sends the champ stumbling back into Drew, knocking him silly and prompting a familiar face to come sprinting back down the aisle.
Simone: Of course Darian wastes no time in returning the moment Drew us out of commission.
Lunam: He was probably waiting by the entrance to the ringside area.
Darian slides into the ring……………only for Frankie to knock him silly with another forearm! Darian quickly rolls back out of the ring but Victoria has used this chance to leave the ring.
Simone: Well, thanks for coming Darian!
Lunam: But now what’s Victoria up too?
Victoria returns to the ring with a chair and slams the chair against the matt before throwing it into Frankie’s hands and dropping like a sack of potatoes, Frankie’s response? Lightly tap Drew with the chair because she clearly doesn’t want the mother of all fines, tosses the chair into Victoria’s hands and drops! Needless to say? Drew is very confused when he gets back to his feet.
Simone: Well, Frankie got creative with her counter to that classic spot at least!
Lunam: At least!
Drew starts counting the two women out but considering neither woman got hit with the chair? They don’t stay down for very long! However Victoria has apparently remembered the whole “championships can’t change hands on a DQ” rule because she decides “screw subtlety” and swings the chair at Frankie! To Frankie’s credit? She not only ducks the chair shot but counters it with a bridging German Suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out! Drew promptly discards of the chair while both women catch their breath. Frankie’s still on her back while Victoria is on her hands and knees.
Simone: We’re getting own to the wire here!
Lunam: And both women are feeling it!
Both women get to their feet, Frankie on her own and Victoria with the aid of the ring ropes, and before long? They are back to the wild brawl that kicked off this match though this time? they keep it in the ring rather than test their luck with Drew! Victoria ducks under a wild right hand after a few seconds and scores with a nasty headbutt to Frankie’s nose, Frankie, to her credit, comes back with a forearm that knocks Victoria back! Then? Both women go for a lariat and they are both knocked down.
Simone: They are down again and this time? No trickery!
Lunam: And just one advantage for either Victoria or Frankie!
Drew’s count reaches seven before Victoria stirs and drapes an arm across Frankie’s chest for a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out! Victoria is clearly getting frustrated at this point as she pulls herself up using the ring ropes again but notices that Frankie is still on her back, thinking that she can catch the former World Bombshell Champion with a submission? Frankie tries for just that only for Frankie to catch her with a surprise roll up!
ONE!
Simone: Frankie was playing possum!
TWO!
Lunam: Do we have a new champion?
THR…………NO!
Simone: VICTORIA’S STILL IN THIS!
Lunam: Literally half a second later and Justin would be declaring Frankie the new champion!
Both women get back to their feet and start trading blows again, however Frankie catches Victoria with the Dahmer Driver (Northern Lights Bomb) and transitions into the Wisconsin Autopsy (Double Wrist Clutch Knee Strike! Victoria rolls towards the ropes but Frankie seems to think she has the title and match won as she goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: VICTORIA GOT HER FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Lunam: And Drew BARELY caught t!
Frankie gets on her feet, celebrating like she just ended Victoria’s reign but Drew points to Victoria’s foot and Frankie runs a hand down her fac.
Simone: That’s the face of a queen who just realized she forgot one detail in her royal decree.
Lunam: And that detail might cost her because Victoria’s getting up!
Frankie turns around expecting to find Victoria prone and still open for another pin attempt in the middle of the ring but instead sees Victoria on her feet! Frankie tries to drop Victoria with her other finisher the Black River Falls (Vetrebreaker) but Victoria manages to get out from the back, spins Frankie around and drills her into the matt with the Lyons Roar!
Simone: LYONS ROAR DDT! Victoria nails it!
Lunam: No ropes can save Frankie here, stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Victoria goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION VICTORIA LYONS!
Simone: Victoria retains the title in a hellacious match!
Lunam: And she’s ready for her next challenger!
Victoria celebrates with her title while Drew checks on Frankie.
Simone: What a main event! Frankie Holliday threw everything she had at Victoria Lyons, and for one heart-stopping moment, it looked like Queen Frankie was about to close her reign with the ultimate prize.
Lunam: But that is why Victoria Lyons is the World Bombshell Champion! She survived the Dahmer Driver, she survived the Wisconsin Autopsy, she found that rope with everything on the line, and when Frankie made one mistake, Victoria made her pay for it!
Victoria climbs to the middle turnbuckle, holding the championship against her chest before raising it again. The SCW Universe responds with a thunderous ovation as Frankie is helped away from ringside, still glaring back at the champion.
Simone: And what a night it has been under Frankie Holliday’s rule as Queen For A Day! We saw chaos, we saw ambition, we saw power plays, grudge matches, surprise moments, and every single decision Frankie made left its mark on Climax Control!
Lunam: That is the beauty and the danger of Queen For A Day. One night where someone gets the keys to the kingdom, and Frankie Holliday did not waste one second of it. She reshaped the show, put people in uncomfortable positions, created opportunities, settled scores, and then nearly crowned herself World Bombshell Champion in the process!
Simone: Nearly being the key word, because Victoria Lyons remains at the top of the Bombshell division. But Frankie’s reign as Queen For A Day will absolutely be talked about for a long time to come.
Lunam: And now the target on Victoria’s back gets even bigger. Every Bombshell in that locker room just watched her survive tonight, and you know someone is already thinking, “Maybe I can be the one to finally take her down.”
Victoria steps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring, clutching the championship close before raising it one more time for the cameras.
Simone: We want to thank everyone for tuning in tonight for another unforgettable edition of SCW Climax Control! From the opening bell to this incredible main event, Frankie Holliday’s Queen For A Day reign delivered exactly what we expected: controversy, excitement, and no shortage of drama!
Lunam: And next week, the action continues as Sin City Wrestling arrives in Bloomington, Illinois at the Grossinger Motors Arena! The road keeps moving, the rivalries keep burning, and after what we saw tonight, I cannot wait to see what happens when SCW rolls into Bloomington!
Simone: For Luna Pasilno...
Lunam: And for Belinda Simone...
Simone: We are signing off from Climax Control. Thank you for joining us, good night everyone, and we will see you next week!
The final shot lingers on Victoria Lyons standing tall in the center of the ring, the World Bombshell Championship raised proudly above her head as the crowd cheers around her. She looks exhausted, battered, and victorious, the gold still hers after another brutal test.
The image holds on the triumphant champion as the screen slowly fades to black.
Credits roll.
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!