The cameras open on a sweeping aerial shot of the Bloomington, Illinois skyline, the city glowing beneath the late spring evening sky as the Memorial Day weekend atmosphere settles over Central Illinois. The shot glides over the stately grounds of the David Davis Mansion, its historic elegance standing proud beneath the stars, before cutting to the pathways of Constitution Trail where families, cyclists, and fans in SCW shirts make their way through the heart of town. From there, the cameras catch a quick glimpse of Miller Park Zoo, the Bloomington landmark alive with color and local charm, before the shot rises once again over downtown Bloomington.
The scene transitions to the exterior of the Grossinger Motors Arena, where the building is lit brilliantly against the evening sky. SCW banners hang near the entrance, the red, white, and blue logo of Climax Control displayed across the marquee as the line of fans stretches down the sidewalk. Some wave miniature American flags. Others hold signs for their favorite SCW stars. Children jump up and down in excitement as their parents point toward the cameras. A group of fans near the barricade begins chanting “S-C-W! S-C-W!” while several others wave wildly, because apparently nothing says televised wrestling like strangers losing their minds at a camera lens.
The shot cuts inside the Grossinger Motors Arena, where a capacity crowd has packed every visible seat. The energy is thunderous. The fans are on their feet, signs raised high, voices roaring in anticipation. Suddenly, red, white, and blue fireworks explode from the stage! Bursts of patriotic color shoot toward the rafters as the arena lights flash in time with the music! The crowd erupts, the noise shaking the building as the camera sweeps across the cheering masses!
The cameras then transition to the six-sided ring, where SCW ring announcer Justin Decent stands proudly in the center. Justin is dressed for the occasion in a sharp navy-blue suit jacket with red satin lapels and silver star accents along the cuffs. Beneath it, he wears a crisp white shirt opened just enough at the collar to suggest he knows exactly what he is doing, because dignity and temptation apparently agreed to share a closet. A red, white, and blue silk pocket square rests neatly against his chest, and his fitted trousers complete the patriotic look with polished confidence.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Bloomington, Illinois! Welcome to the Grossinger Motors Arena! And welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
The crowd explodes in cheers!
Justin: On behalf of everyone here in SCW, we want to wish each and every one of you a safe, respectful, and meaningful Memorial Day weekend. Tonight, we honor the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for this nation. We remember them. We respect them. And we thank them.
The crowd applauds warmly, with many fans rising to their feet.
Justin: But tonight is also a night of history! Tonight, the Road To Summer XXXTreme XIV continues right here in Bloomington! And tonight is no ordinary Climax Control! Tonight is the King For A Day edition of Climax Control, presided over by none other than your reigning King For A Day, King Ryan Keys!
The fans erupt in cheers at the mention of Ryan Keys!
Justin: And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my distinct honor and questionable responsibility to introduce to you the one, the only, SCW’s Hostess With the Mostess. Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Campy music begins to play over the sound system, bright and theatrical, with just enough brass and sparkle to warn everyone that subtlety has been escorted from the building.
The curtains part, and Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage to a loud ovation from the Bloomington crowd. Amanda does not walk toward the ring. Instead, she remains on the stage beneath the lights, one hand placed elegantly at her waist as she soaks in the applause. She wears a tasteful, glittering patriotic evening gown that flows to the floor in shimmering waves of deep navy, radiant white, and bold crimson. The bodice sparkles with tiny crystal stars, while a soft red sash drapes from one shoulder and catches the light with every movement. Her hair is styled high and glamorous, her makeup flawless, and her smile bright enough to guide aircraft, which frankly feels like a public safety service.
The fans cheer and applaud as Amanda raises one hand and gives them a graceful wave.
Amanda: Hello, Bloomington!
The crowd cheers again.
Amanda: And welcome, everyone, to SCW Climax Control!
Another wave of cheers rises from the crowd.
Amanda: Before we begin tonight’s festivities, I want to wish each and every one of you a blessed Memorial Day. It is a weekend of remembrance, gratitude, and reflection. A time to honor the brave men and women who gave everything in service to this country.
The fans applaud respectfully.
Amanda: Now, under most circumstances, I would come out here and be myself. I would tell the world how much I love a man out of uniform.
Amanda pauses, blinking innocently as the crowd starts to react.
Amanda: Er, excuse me. In uniform.
The crowd bursts into laughter as Amanda places a hand delicately against her chest.
Amanda: But there will be none of that today.
The audience laughs and applauds again as Amanda composes herself with exaggerated dignity.
Amanda: Today, we begin things properly. With respect. With heart. With gratitude. And, because this is still SCW, with just enough sparkle to make the founding fathers nervous.
The fans cheer loudly.
Amanda: Ladies and gentlemen, please rise if you are able. It is time to begin with a song.
Amanda turns slightly toward the stage lights as the arena begins to quiet. The crowd settles into a respectful hush. The first notes of the music begin to play.
Amanda: Tonight I paint my face with grace,
Not to hide, but to reveal,
Every tear this country carries,
Every wound that time can’t heal.
Underneath these stage lights shining,
There are names we do not see,
But they rise like whispered prayers
In the land of memory.
Some wore boots and some wore badges,
Some were daughters, some were sons,
Some left letters on the table,
Some never saw the morning sun.
So I stand here soft and shining,
With my hand upon my heart,
For the ones who gave their tomorrows
So our dawns could even start.
Let the stars in the silence glow,
For the brave we used to know.
Let the flag wave slow and tender
For the souls we still remember.
May their names be held like fire,
May their love lift ever higher.
Though they’re gone, they’re not alone,
They are marching us back home.
I have walked through crowds of strangers,
Heard the laughter, felt the pain,
Seen the way a broken spirit
Finds the strength to rise again.
And I know that freedom’s fragile,
Not a crown and not a prize,
But a promise kept by heroes
Who looked fear in the eyes.
Some were young and barely blooming,
Some had babies of their own,
Some were dreaming of the future,
Some were tired and far from home.
So tonight my voice is trembling,
But I’ll sing it clear and true,
For every fallen heart that gave
The red, the white, the blue.
Let the stars in the silence glow,
For the brave we used to know.
Let the flag wave slow and tender
For the souls we still remember.
May their names be held like fire,
May their love lift ever higher.
Though they’re gone, they’re not alone,
They are marching us back home.
No spotlight could outshine them,
No crown could match their worth,
They gave the final measure
For a dream still here on earth.
So bring the roses, bring the candles,
Bring the hush after applause,
Bring the love we owe forever
To the ones who bore the cost.
Let the stars in the silence glow,
For the brave we used to know.
Let the flag wave slow and tender
For the souls we still remember.
May their names be held like fire,
May their love lift ever higher.
Though they’re gone, they’re not alone,
They are marching us back home.
And when the music fades tonight,
Let our grateful hearts remain.
For every life that lit the dark,
For every name beyond the pain.
Sleep in honor, rest in peace,
Your courage still shines through.
America remembers,
And tonight, I sing for you.
Following Amanda’s opening performance, the Grossinger Motors Arena erupts into cheers and applause! The crowd rises to its feet, many clapping above their heads while others whistle and wave small American flags from their seats. Amanda Hugginkiss stands center stage beneath the warm glow of the lights, her patriotic evening gown sparkling with every breath as she tastefully soaks in the ovation.
She places one hand over her heart, visibly touched, then gathers the sides of her gown and offers the Bloomington crowd a graceful curtsy. The applause grows even louder! Amanda smiles brightly, blows several kisses toward the fans on the floor and in the upper levels, then turns with a final elegant wave before vanishing backstage behind the curtains.
The cameras transition to ringside, where the broadcast table is set beneath the glow of the arena lights and the roar of the crowd continues around them. Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam are seated side by side, ready to call the action for the evening.
Belinda is dressed with polished holiday elegance, wearing a tailored white blazer over a deep navy blouse, accented by a tasteful red scarf pinned with a small silver star brooch. Her look is respectful, professional, and perfectly suited for the Memorial Day weekend atmosphere, because apparently someone at ringside remembered that “patriotic” does not have to mean “exploded party store.”
Beside her, Erik Lunam has gone in a very different direction, because restraint took one look at him and fled for safety. Erik wears a black leather jacket splashed with red, white, and blue patches, a sleeveless distressed shirt beneath it, dark fitted pants, and heavy boots. His fingers are covered in rings, his nails painted in chipped patriotic colors, and perched proudly atop his head is an Uncle Sam top hat tilted at a rebellious angle. It is loud. It is chaotic. It is somehow working.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to ringside! We are coming to you live from the Grossinger Motors Arena in Bloomington, Illinois! And what a beautiful, emotional, and stirring way to begin this Memorial Day weekend edition of Climax Control!
Lunam: Aye, Belinda! Amanda Hugginkiss brought the house down before a single bell even rang! That was class, heart, sparkle, and just enough cheek to remind everyone this is still Sin City Wrestling!
Simone: And tonight is a very special night for SCW! Not only are we making our debut right here in Bloomington, Illinois, but we are doing so in front of this incredible capacity crowd!
The cameras sweep across the cheering fans once again as signs are raised throughout the arena.
Lunam: Look at this place! Grossinger Motors Arena is packed to the rafters! Bloomington has shown up, shown out, and made it loud enough that I’m fairly sure half the cornfields heard the opening pyro!
Simone: Fans, welcome to the King For A Day edition of SCW Climax Control! Tonight, the show is under the rule and authority of King Ryan Keys, and if there is one thing we know about King For A Day, it is that anything can happen!
Lunam: Anything and everything, Belinda! When someone gets the crown, they get the power. Matches can be made, chaos can be unleashed, grudges can be settled, and careers can be changed before anyone has time to ask whether this was a good idea. Which, naturally, means SCW handed over the keys and hoped for the best. Humanity continues to amaze and alarm me.
Simone: And all of this comes as the Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV continues! Every championship picture is getting more intense! Every rivalry is heating up! And with the biggest party of the summer waiting on the horizon, every single match tonight could change the direction of SCW!
Lunam: Aye! Summer XXXTreme XIV is getting closer by the week, and nobody wants to be left standing on the dock while the rest of the roster sails toward glory! Tonight is about momentum. It is about opportunity. It is about survival. And with King Ryan Keys presiding over the evening, it may also be about surviving whatever madness he’s cooked up backstage!
Simone: We have a huge night of action ahead of us, fans! Championship implications, personal rivalries, King For A Day surprises, and the continuing march toward Summer XXXTreme XIV!
Lunam: So settle in, Bloomington! Fasten whatever needs fastening! Hide the family heirlooms! Climax Control is live, the King is in charge, and this crowd is ready for one unforgettable night!
Simone: And with that said, it is time to take a look at tonight’s lineup!
Lunam: And what a way t’ kick off the night, so it is! By decree of King Ryan himself, we’re startin’ things with a King’s Ransom Ladder Match as LJ Kasey, Ciarán Doyle, and Logan Hunter all throw caution straight out the window in a mad scramble for glory! Ye’ve got three men, one ladder, one prize, and not a shred of sanity between them when that bell rings! These lads will be climbin’, crashin’, and batterin’ each other from pillar to post for the chance to punch their ticket to Summer XXXTreme XIV, where the winner earns a shot at the Roulette Championship in the traditional Ultimate X Match! If ye thought Bloomington was loud already, just wait until this one gets started!
Simone: And after that explosive opener, the tension does not slow down for even a second! Last week’s tag team match descended into absolute chaos, and in the middle of it all were Cyrus Riddle and Brandon “F’n” Hendrix, two men who clearly had no intention of waiting for an official bell before trying to tear into each other! Their post-match brawl got so out of control that officials had to rush in and physically separate them, which tells you everything you need to know about the bad blood boiling between these two! Tonight, General Manager Evelyn Hall has decided that if Cyrus and Brandon want to fight so badly, they can do it where it belongs. Inside the six-sided ring! But there is one very important detail hanging over this match. Evelyn has ordered this meeting under special circumstances that have not yet been disclosed! And knowing Evelyn Hall, that means both men may be walking into something far more dangerous than a standard singles match!
Lunam: And if ye thought King Ryan Keys was done stirrin’ the pot, ye’d be dead wrong! By royal decree, we’re gettin’ a Falls Count Anywhere match between the devious diva herself, Bea Barnhart, and the self-proclaimed Queen of Hardcore, Bella Madison! That means no count-outs, no safe zones, and no blessed reason for either of these women to keep the fight inside the ring like civilized people, because apparently civilization bored them both! Bea Barnhart is crafty, vicious, and more than happy t’ take a shortcut if it means leavin’ someone flat on their back, but Bella Madison lives for this kind of madness! This is her playground, her battleground, and maybe even her idea of a pleasant evening out! These two can fight in the ring, through the crowd, up the aisle, backstage, out by the merch stand if they’ve a mind to, and the referee’s only job is t’ follow the carnage and count the fall wherever it happens! Bloomington better keep its head on a swivel, because when Bea and Bella collide, there’s no tellin’ where the fight ends!
Simone: And the royal decrees just keep coming! King Ryan Keys has declared that Kat Jones, Seleana Zdunich, and Harper Mason will collide in a Triple Threat Tables Match, and that means this one is not about pinfalls, submissions, or waiting for someone to make a mistake. It is about survival! Three incredibly dangerous women, three completely different styles, and one brutal objective. Put one of your opponents through a table before they do the same to you! Kat Jones brings experience, toughness, and a willingness to fight ugly when the moment calls for it. Seleana Zdunich is as resilient as they come, with the heart and skill to turn chaos into opportunity. And Harper Mason has been proving every week that she is fearless, hungry, and more than willing to take risks that would make a sensible person reconsider all their life choices! With tables surrounding the ring and no champion’s advantage, no easy exit, and no place to hide, Bloomington may be about to witness splinters, shattered wood, and one woman taking a major step forward on the Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV!
Lunam: And then there’s the main event, and sweet mercy, King Ryan Keys has saved his boldest decree for the biggest spotlight of the night! The man put the crown on his own head and then used that royal power to declare himself the number one contender to the Roulette Championship, currently held by the brand-new champion, Zayvion Lyons! If that isn’t confidence, it’s at least theatrical self-interest in a velvet robe, and wrestling has built entire empires on less! But King Ryan didn’t stop there, oh no! By further decree, this championship clash will be contested under Extreme Rules, which means no disqualifications, no count-outs, and no sensible adult supervision anywhere in sight! Zayvion Lyons may be the new champion, but he’s walkin’ into his first great test with weapons legal, chaos encouraged, and a challenger who literally rewrote the night to suit himself! Bloomington, ye’d better be ready, because when the Roulette Championship is on the line and King Ryan Keys is callin’ his own shot, this main event could turn the entire Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV upside down!
Simone: All this and so much more on SCW Climax Control!
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see one of the competitors in tonight’s Roulette Contenders Match. Logan Hunter, alongside the stunning Shields Twins: Brooke is sitting on a crate while the older of the twin sisters Marissa is leaning against the wall while Logan paces.
Logan: Last week I declared my intention to challenge for the Internet Championship now that it’s been vacated due to Miles’s World Title Win! However…………………..
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: The Mad King has booked me in a Roulette Contenders Match!
Brooke: Apparently Ryan wasn’t listening when I said that we were done with the Roulette Division but if LJ Kasey and Ciaran Doyle are all that stands between Logan and a title? Ryan may as well have made tonight’s Main Event a Triple Threat.
Marissa: Underestimating LJ and Ciaran again?
Brooke: It’s he truth.
Marissa: Suuuuure.
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: I will triumph, I will be a champion again and more importantly? They won’t be able to stop me from winning the title or moving on to the Internet Title! So it has been written so it has been foretold!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
The camera comes alive backstage at Climax Control, catching a slightly odd scene already in progress.
Near the catering table, Ciarán Doyle is crouched down on one knee, one hand extended toward a sleek gray cat that has apparently made itself very comfortable in the backstage area. The cat is nibbling delicately at a piece of chicken from Ciarán’s fingers, its tail curling lazily behind it like it owns the building, the company, and probably three contracts nobody has read properly.
A member of SCW security stands nearby, looking deeply uncomfortable.
Security: Sir, we really need to get that animal out of here.
Ciarán: And I’m telling you, she’s not causing any trouble.
The cat looks up, gives security a slow, judgmental blink, then goes back to eating.
Security: It’s a liability.
Ciarán: So is half the locker room, but I don’t see you trying to shoo them out with a walkie-talkie.
Security: She can’t just wander around backstage.
Ciarán: Why not? She has better manners than most of the people getting paid to be here tonight. She hasn’t yelled at a referee, kicked over a monitor, or threatened to end someone’s career because they got bumped on the shoulder in catering. So far, she’s ahead of the curve.
Security sighs, clearly unsure whether arguing with Ciarán is worth the paperwork. Before he can respond, Stoner Scott Oliver wanders into frame with a microphone in hand, sunglasses sitting crooked on his face, his expression relaxed in the way only a man who has absolutely no idea where he was supposed to be five minutes ago can manage.
Stoner Scott: Dude.
Ciarán looks over his shoulder.
Ciarán: Scott.
Stoner Scott stares at the cat, then at Ciarán, then back at the cat. His face slowly spreads into a grin.
Stoner Scott: Bro, I gotta say… nice pussy.
Security’s eyes widen. Somewhere off-camera, someone coughs.
Ciarán pauses. He looks down at the cat, then up at Scott with a completely straight face.
Ciarán: Thank you. I’m very selective about who gets to pet it.
Stoner Scott nods, like this is a perfectly respectable answer.
Stoner Scott: Respect, man. Consent is important.
Ciarán: Especially backstage in SCW.
The cat rubs against Ciarán’s hand, and he scratches gently under her chin.
Stoner Scott: She got a name?
Ciarán: Not yet. I was thinking “Dignity,” since she seems to be the only one here with any.
Security: Can we please stay focused?
Ciarán glances up at him.
Ciarán: You’re the one losing an argument to a cat.
Stoner Scott chuckles into the microphone.
Stoner Scott: That’s rough, my dude. I got outsmarted by a vending machine once, so no judgment.
Security, having clearly reached the end of his professional patience, points toward the hallway.
Security: Just make sure it doesn’t get near the entrance curtain.
Ciarán: If she walks through the curtain, she’ll still get a better reaction than Logan Hunter.
Security mutters something under his breath and walks away. Ciarán breaks off another tiny piece of chicken and places it on a napkin for the cat.
Stoner Scott: So, Ciarán, my man, while you’re here doing, like, emergency feline catering or whatever, I gotta ask about tonight. Big match. Ladder match. Roulette Championship opportunity hanging above the ring. How you feeling?
Ciarán rises to his feet, brushing off his hands. The cat remains near his boots, happily working on the chicken.
Ciarán: I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I’m not exactly a fan of ladder matches. I don’t look at several metal ladders and think, “There’s a pleasant evening waiting to happen.” I think hospital bills, bruised ribs, and some idiot deciding gravity is a suggestion.
Stoner Scott: Gravity is kind of a buzzkill.
Ciarán: It tends to be.
Stoner Scott: But this is your second ladder match in a row, right?
Ciarán: That’s the ironic part, isn’t it? Two matches back-to-back, both involving ladders. Either someone in the office has a very strange sense of humor, or they’ve confused me with a window cleaner.
Stoner Scott: Maybe the universe is trying to tell you to climb higher.
Ciarán looks at Scott.
Ciarán: Scott, the universe has been trying to tell you to drink water for six years and you haven’t listened once.
Stoner Scott thinks about that for a second.
Stoner Scott: That’s actually fair.
Ciarán: But I know what tonight means. I know what’s on the line. I don’t have to like the match type to understand the opportunity. Sometimes you don’t get handed the road you want. Sometimes you get handed a ladder, a headache, and two opponents trying to knock you into next Thursday.
Stoner Scott: Speaking of those two opponents, you’re in there tonight with LJ Kasey and Logan Hunter. Thoughts?
Ciarán’s expression shifts slightly at the mention of LJ. There is no hesitation.
Ciarán: LJ Kasey is someone I respect. Completely. He’s talented, he’s sharp, and he has more heart than most people in this business know what to do with. I know exactly how dangerous he can be in that ring, and I’m not going into tonight pretending otherwise. If LJ wins, he’ll have earned it. Simple as that.
Stoner Scott: That’s pretty cool of you, man.
Ciarán: Credit where it’s due.
Stoner Scott: And Logan Hunter?
Ciarán smiles faintly.
Ciarán: Logan Hunter is little better than toilet film.
Stoner Scott blinks slowly.
Stoner Scott: Like… the stuff on the water?
Ciarán: Exactly.
Stoner Scott: Dude, that is specific and deeply upsetting.
Ciarán: So is Logan.
Stoner Scott nods, accepting this as airtight logic.
Stoner Scott: So you respect LJ, Logan’s toilet soup, and there’s a chance tonight that you walk out with a future shot at the Roulette Championship. That’s gotta be exciting, right? I mean, Summer XXXTreme XIV, championship match, cruise ship, ocean breeze, tiny towels folded into animals. You must be pumped.
Ciarán gives him a dry look.
Ciarán: Almost as much as I’m excited about my first cruise.
Stoner Scott: Wait, first cruise ever?
Ciarán: First one. Which means I get to find out whether I’m immune to seasickness while also preparing for a match designed by someone who looked at a swimming pool and thought, “What if we hung people above that?”
Stoner Scott: Ultimate X over the pool, bro. That’s like Cirque du Soleil with more concussions.
Ciarán: I’ve watched all the Ultimate X matches over the pool. Every single one. It’s mad, dangerous, ridiculous, and exactly the kind of thing SCW would put on a luxury cruise because apparently the ocean wasn’t enough of a hazard.
Stoner Scott: But you’re looking forward to it?
Ciarán: I am. As strange as that sounds, I am. Tonight, I climb the ladder. I deal with LJ, I deal with Logan, and I reach for the chance to take part in my first Ultimate X match at Summer XXXTreme. I don’t have to love ladders to know how to use one. And I don’t have to like the risk to understand the reward.
The cat meows from below.
Ciarán glances down.
Ciarán: See? She gets it.
Stoner Scott lowers the microphone toward the cat.
Stoner Scott: Any final words from the pussy?
The cat simply stares at him.
Ciarán: She says you’re doing your best.
Stoner Scott looks touched.
Stoner Scott: That’s beautiful, man.
Ciarán smirks, then crouches one last time to place another small piece of chicken on the napkin.
Ciarán: Keep an eye on her, Scott. She’s the only honest soul back here.
Stoner Scott: I got you, bro. Me and Madam Dignity are gonna hold it down.
Ciarán stands, gives the cat one last scratch behind the ears, and turns toward the hallway.
Ciarán: Try not to interview her into retirement.
With that, Ciarán walks off camera, leaving Stoner Scott standing beside the cat, still holding the microphone.
Stoner Scott looks down at her.
Stoner Scott: So, like… you got any thoughts on the current state of the Roulette division?
The cat turns and walks away.
Stoner Scott watches her go.
Stoner Scott: Same.
The camera fades out.
The camera returns to the ringside area, sweeping across the roaring crowd before cutting to a closeup shot of the King’s Ransom briefcase hanging high above the center of the ring! The polished case gleams beneath the arena lights, swinging ever so slightly from the cable, the prize waiting for the first man brave, clever, or rotten enough to climb the ladder and take it. Several ladders are already set up around ringside, leaning against the barricade, laid flat near the announce table, and stacked beside the ramp like the world’s least subtle warning label.
The flamboyant guest referee Holly Wood enters the ring to a loud reaction, strutting with full confidence, one hand on her hip and the other waving to the crowd! Justin Decent smiles as Holly steps toward him, and without warning, she plants a peck on his cheek before sashaying to the center of the ring. Justin blinks, straightens his jacket, and tries very hard to remember he is a professional. Humanity survives another awkward workplace incident, barely.
Justin: Our opening contest is the King’s Ransom Ladder Match! The winner of this match earns for himself a shot at the Roulette Championship at Summer XXXTreme XIV in the Ultimate X match!
The crowd cheers loudly as the camera cuts again to the briefcase, the stakes now crystal clear!
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance.
Justin: Introducing first! Currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds! LJ Kasey!
The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at (opponent), who stands waiting in the ring.
Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.
He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving (opponents name), and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.
Simone: LJ Kasey has walked into this match knowing full well that Logan Hunter will use every shortcut, every distraction, and every vile little trick he can think of! This has become more than a match between them. This is another chapter in a very personal war!
Lunam: Aye, and LJ knows it well, Belinda! He’s got the height, the reach, the nerve, and the stubbornness of a man who’s been kicked in the teeth by Logan Hunter one time too many. If he can keep his eyes on the prize and not just on Logan’s smug gob, he may well leave tonight with that King’s Ransom!
The arena lights drop into darkness with only a thin gold line glows across the stage. A hush ripples through the crowd. Then Antti Martikainen’s “Lords of Iron” erupts; deep drums, metallic Celtic strings, and a rising battle rhythm that shakes the air. On the very first swell of the melody, a spotlight snaps to life at the top of the ramp and Ciarán Doyle steps into it.
The crowd erupts instantly with cheers, signs waving, fans on their feet!
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland! Weighing one hundred and sixty seven pounds! He is the 'Dawnhart' Ciarán Doyle!
The introduction echoes as Ciarán begins his walk, the battle-charged rhythm matching the sway of his steps. He slips off the stage and moves down the ramp with a fluid, dancer’s glide, every motion smooth, confident, magnetic. Fans reach out and he meets them with touches of high fives, warm nods, quick smiles that light up his whole face.
At ringside he pauses, hands the nearest fan another white feather, then slides under the bottom rope with effortless grace. He rises in one fluid motion and heads straight for the corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle. He spreads his arms as the camera catches his hair falling over his shoulder as he leans forward, inviting the crowd’s roar.
Ciarán hops down, runs a hand through his hair, and circles the ring with a focused calm settling in. The showman’s smile fades into a warrior’s readiness. He grips the top rope, testing its spring, body relaxed but poised, centered and prepared.
The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the center of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.
Simone: Ciarán Doyle has all the grace, all the timing, and all the heart in the world, but this is a Ladder Match! There are no pinfalls, no count outs, and no disqualifications. He is going to have to mix beauty with brutality tonight!
Lunam: And he can do it, Belinda! That lad moves like a dancer and strikes like a man who’s had enough of being underestimated. But the trouble is, ladders don’t care how pretty your technique is. They’ll break your ribs just the same, the inconsiderate metal goblins!
"Hope Castrated" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke and Marissa follow him out and the sisters have their backs to the crowd while they dance to the song, Brooke does some sensual dances while Marissa shows off dance skills while Logan glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke and Marissa Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the twins spin around and the trio start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, Marissa follows them in on her own and they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed while Marissa spins and arches her back, giving the crowd (and camera) a nice view of her cleavage before she flips her dark brown and looks at the camera.
Simone: Logan Hunter is a former three-time Roulette Champion, but lately he has acted like the championship is beneath him! He has said he has outgrown it, that he is ready for something greater, yet here he is chasing a path back to the Roulette title at Summer XXXTreme!
Lunam: That’s Logan for ye! He’ll sneer at the feast while stuffing his pockets with the bread. He thinks he’s above the Roulette Championship, but he’ll climb over two men, three ladders, and probably his own fiancée if it gets him the spotlight!
Holly Wood checks with all three competitors, then points upward toward the briefcase. LJ rolls his shoulders and steps forward. Ciarán bounces lightly on the balls of his feet. Logan smirks, backing toward the ropes as Brooke and Marissa slide out to the floor.
Holly calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Logan immediately ducks between the ropes and drops to the floor, drawing a wave of boos as LJ and Ciarán turn toward him in disgust! Ciarán shakes his head while LJ steps through the ropes after him, but Logan darts around ringside, hiding behind Brooke and wagging a finger. Inside the ring, Ciarán refuses to wait. He hits the ropes, builds speed, and launches himself over the top with a corkscrew plancha that wipes out Logan and sends Brooke scrambling away with a shriek! LJ does not waste the opening, grabbing a ladder from beside the ring and sliding it under the bottom rope. Ciarán rolls Logan back inside, and the match begins to become what all ladder matches inevitably become: a furniture assembly accident with witnesses.
LJ sets the ladder up first beneath the briefcase, but Ciarán springs onto the apron and hits a springboard dropkick that knocks LJ off balance without knocking him fully down! Ciarán lands, rolls through, and both men pop to their feet, exchanging a sharp nod before Logan blasts them both from behind with a double clothesline using a folded ladder! Logan wedges the ladder across Ciarán’s ribs and stomps down, then turns and dropkicks LJ in the jaw as LJ tries to rise. The former Roulette Champion drags the ladder into position and starts climbing, every step arrogant and slow, because villains apparently cannot resist giving the universe time to punish them.
LJ is the first to recover! He climbs the opposite side of the ladder, meeting Logan near the top. Ciarán, still clutching his ribs, grabs a second ladder and sets it beside them. Within moments, all three men are elevated, two ladders side by side under the briefcase as fists fly high above the canvas! Logan rakes LJ’s eyes, then kicks at Ciarán’s shoulder. LJ answers with a sharp European uppercut. Ciarán fires a spinning backfist into Logan’s jaw, and for one electric second both faces have a hand near the prize! Logan snarls, drops down a few rungs, and grabs the second ladder with both hands, shoving it violently into the first. The ladders collide, shudder, and tip, sending Ciarán and LJ crashing down on opposite sides while Logan clings just long enough to drop awkwardly to the mat!
Simone: That is the danger of having three men on ladders at the same time! One shift of balance, one desperate shove, and bodies go flying!
Lunam: Aye, and Logan Hunter’s no fool! A snake, yes. A smug little pain in the neck, absolutely. But not a fool!
Logan rolls outside and barks at Brooke, pointing to the briefcase. The crowd rises as Brooke suddenly climbs onto the apron and then into the ring! Logan sets the ladder upright again, but instead of climbing alone, he crouches and lets Brooke climb onto his shoulders. A shocked roar sweeps across the arena as Logan begins climbing with Brooke perched above him, her hands reaching toward the dangling case! Holly shouts that Brooke cannot win the match, but Brooke screams back that she is only helping. A ridiculous legal argument, sure, but wrestling law was written on a napkin during a thunderstorm.
Ciarán staggers up and grabs Logan’s boot from below. LJ leaps onto the other side of the ladder and catches Brooke by the ankle! Brooke kicks wildly, one heel nearly catching LJ in the cheek, while Logan tries to climb through Ciarán’s grip. The entire ladder wobbles. Brooke reaches for the briefcase, fingertips brushing the handle, but Ciarán yanks hard and Logan slips! Brooke drops into Logan’s arms, and both tumble from the ladder in a heap as LJ lands on his feet and stumbles back into the ropes.
The crowd explodes! LJ and Ciarán share a quick glance, then turn their attention to Logan. They lift the folded ladder together and ram it into Logan’s midsection, then again into his chest, driving him back into the corner! Brooke screams from the floor while Marissa pounds the apron in protest. LJ and Ciarán keep the pressure on, whipping Logan across the ring and catching him with the ladder across the body on the rebound. Logan collapses, rolling under the bottom rope to escape. The two faces look to the briefcase, look to each other, and lower the ladder slowly. The alliance lasts about three seconds, which is honestly longer than most alliances involving shiny prizes.
Ciarán strikes first with a rolling sobat kick to LJ’s midsection! LJ answers with a standing dropkick that sends Ciarán stumbling into the ropes. Ciarán rebounds with a snap hurricanrana, but LJ rolls through and pops up with a basement dropkick to the knee! The crowd cheers the athletic exchange, both men moving with speed and control until Logan slides back in and ruins everything, as is his natural habitat. He catches LJ with a superkick, then plants Ciarán with a brainbuster onto the folded ladder, the impact making the crowd groan.
Logan tries to reset the ladder, but LJ rolls to the apron and pulls himself up. Logan charges, only for LJ to sidestep and leave him tangled on the middle rope! Outside, a ladder has been bridged from the apron to the barricade. Logan tries to suplex LJ onto it, but LJ blocks, lands on the bridged ladder with shocking balance, runs across it, and launches himself into a flying forearm that wipes Logan out at ringside! Ciarán watches from inside the ring, stunned for half a breath, then hits the ropes and dives over with an Asai moonsault, crashing onto both men and leaving all three scattered on the floor!
Simone: LJ Kasey just used that ladder like a runway, and Ciarán Doyle followed with that incredible Asai moonsault!
Lunam: I’ve seen safer ideas carved into pub tables, Belinda! That was madness with footwork!
Back inside, Ciarán and LJ crawl toward opposite ladders. Logan is still down at ringside as both faces set up ladders side by side beneath the case again. They climb slowly, exhaustion already setting in. At the top, both men reach and both touch the briefcase at the same time! Their fingers close over the handle, eyes locked. Ciarán shakes his head. LJ grits his teeth. They begin trading forearms, not with hatred, but with the awful honesty of two men who both know only one can leave with the prize! Logan returns, shoving both ladders from below. Ciarán falls outward, landing across the top rope before spilling to the mat, while LJ crashes into the corner, bouncing hard off the turnbuckles!
Logan is not done! He lays a ladder across the middle rope and apron, creating a slanted ramp. He grabs LJ and tries to whip him into it, but LJ reverses. Logan lands chest-first on the lower end of the ladder, and Ciarán, fighting through the pain, stomps down on the raised end from inside the ring! The ladder snaps upward like a seesaw, popping Logan into the air just as LJ catches him with a cutter on the way down. The entire arena rises as Logan folds on impact, Brooke clutching her hair outside the ring in horror!
Ciarán tries to take advantage, but Logan somehow grabs him from behind near a ladder propped in the corner. He hooks Ciarán in a powerbomb position and snarls toward Brooke. Before he can drive him down, LJ springs from the top rope with a missile dropkick to Logan’s back! The force sends Logan stumbling forward while still holding Ciarán, and Ciarán is accidentally powerbombed hard into the ladder in the corner! Logan takes the rebound and collapses backward, leaving all three men wrecked in different corners of the ring.
Lunam: Sweet merciful heavens, Ciarán just got folded into that ladder!
Simone: And Logan paid for it too! LJ may have saved Ciarán from worse, but the damage was still done!
Logan crawls outside and grabs a pair of handcuffs from beneath the ring, earning immediate boos! He catches LJ trying to rise and slams him face-first into the steel steps, then cuffs one of LJ’s wrists to the bottom rope. Logan slides back in, laughing as LJ pulls at the restraint. Ciarán is down. Logan sets the ladder and begins to climb. LJ, trapped at the ropes, stretches as far as he can and grabs the bottom of the ladder with his free hand. With pure stubborn strength, he drags it inch by inch, pulling it just off center! Logan reaches up and misses the briefcase by inches, screaming in fury!
Ciarán rises and leaps, catching Logan with the Swanfall Kick from the side of the ladder! Logan falls, landing badly across the mat. Ciarán reaches for the ladder, but Brooke jumps onto the apron. Marissa distracts Holly on the opposite side. Brooke flashes something from her hand, blinding Ciarán for a second, and Logan crawls up behind him with a low blow! Ciarán drops to his knees, the crowd showering Logan with boos as Brooke smirks like she has just solved morality by ignoring it.
Logan uncuffs LJ just long enough to drag him in and batter him with the ladder. Then all three men somehow end up climbing again, each from a different angle as the ladder is braced awkwardly beneath the briefcase! Ciarán grabs the strap. LJ reaches over him. Logan claws at the hook. Brooke grabs Logan’s boot from below, trying to steady him, but her help turns into disaster! She pulls too hard, the ladder shifts, and Logan loses balance. LJ and Ciarán crash down with him, all three landing in a brutal heap while Brooke backs away, realizing she has just turned assistance into sabotage. Beautiful. Science would call it cause and effect. Wrestling calls it comeuppance.
The match spills outside again, where Logan, furious, begins constructing what he clearly thinks is a throne of violence. He props a ladder between the barricade and apron, sets another across it, and drags a chair into the structure. He tries to force Ciarán onto it, shouting that this is where the Dawnhart belongs! Ciarán fights back with a roundhouse crescent kick, and LJ follows with a springboard crossbody from the ring to the floor, crushing Logan through his own crooked ladder throne. The crowd erupts as metal, chair, and ego collapse together!
Simone: Logan Hunter built that structure to humiliate Ciarán Doyle, and he may have just destroyed himself with it!
Lunam: Aye, the lad built himself a throne and got buried under it! There’s poetry in that, Belinda. Painful, stupid poetry!
Back in the ring, Logan somehow beats the faces to the ladder again, crawling upward with one hand clutching his ribs. Ciarán is down. LJ sees Logan near the top and knows he cannot climb in time. Instead, LJ runs, springs to the top rope, and throws himself into the ladder with a desperate dropkick! Logan falls backward, crashing through a bridged ladder near the ropes, while LJ lands badly on his shoulder and rolls away in agony. The sacrifice stops Logan cold, but it may have taken LJ out of the match with him!
The crowd chants for LJ as Ciarán slowly rises. He checks on LJ, who waves him off and points upward. Ciarán nods, battered and breathing hard, and sets the main ladder in the center of the ring. He begins to climb, but Logan, barely moving, crawls in after him. Brooke slides into the ring again, desperate, and tries to climb onto Logan’s shoulders for one final attempt at the ridiculous human ladder scheme! LJ, running on fumes, grabs Brooke from behind and pulls her safely off the ladder before she can reach the case. Brooke slaps LJ across the face! LJ refuses to strike her back, but he blocks her path and points to the floor.
Logan uses the distraction to climb. Ciarán meets him near the top. The two trade punches, Logan raking the eyes and trying to bite at Ciarán’s hand! LJ climbs the other side, forcing Logan into a panic between both faces. Logan kicks LJ’s ladder, but LJ hangs on and fires a forearm into Logan’s jaw. Ciarán steadies himself, then delivers a sharp headbutt that sends Logan tumbling backward to the canvas! LJ reaches for the briefcase too, and for one breath the two faces are alone at the top.
Ciarán and LJ exchange exhausted strikes! LJ lands a European uppercut. Ciarán answers with a spinning back kick to the midsection over the top of the ladder, nearly impossible but somehow graceful. LJ grabs for the briefcase, fingertips brushing it, but Ciarán catches him with one final Swanfall-style kick across the side of the head! LJ falls from the ladder, crashing to the mat beside Logan. Ciarán pauses, pain etched across his face, then reaches up with both hands. He unhooks the King’s Ransom briefcase!
DING DING DING!
The crowd erupts as Ciarán clutches the briefcase against his chest atop the ladder, eyes closed for just a moment as the realization hits him!
Justin: Here is your winner of the King’s Ransom Ladder Match, and the man who will challenge for the Roulette Championship at Summer XXXTreme XIV in the Ultimate X match, the Dawnhart, Ciarán Doyle!
Ciarán climbs down carefully, dropping to one knee as Holly raises his arm. Logan rolls out of the ring, furious and barely able to stand, while Brooke and Marissa help him retreat. LJ remains on the mat, clutching his shoulder, and Ciarán turns away from the celebration long enough to kneel beside him. LJ looks up, disappointed but proud, and Ciarán offers his hand. LJ takes it. Ciarán helps him sit up, and the crowd cheers louder for the show of respect!
Simone: What a chaotic, breathtaking opening contest! Logan Hunter threw everything into this match, Brooke nearly stole the thing herself, LJ Kasey sacrificed his body to stop disaster, but in the end Ciarán Doyle climbed the ladder and claimed the King’s Ransom!
Lunam: Aye, and he earned every inch of it! Ciarán Doyle is goin’ to Summer XXXTreme, and if tonight proved anything, it’s that the Dawnhart can survive chaos, steel, betrayal, and Logan Hunter’s entire circus of nonsense!
Ciarán stands in the center of the ring, one arm around the briefcase and the other raised high as LJ sits nearby, nodding in respect! The camera pulls back to show the wreckage: bent ladders, scattered chairs, broken bodies, and one victorious challenger standing tall beneath the lights. The screen fades out on Ciarán lifting the briefcase toward the roaring crowd!
The opening shot is inside of the office of the General Manager. Show Evelyn seated behind her desk with her fingers clasped together. The SCW logo is displayed neatly on the wall behind her, and the mood is calm but official as the cameras settle in. Evelyn gives a composed nod before beginning, because apparently professional wrestling can have order for at least ninety seconds at a time.
Evelyn Hall: Good evening, SCW Universe. Before I address tonight’s business, I want to take a sincere moment to wish all of our viewers in the States a safe Memorial Day weekend. Whether you are spending it with family, with friends, or simply taking a moment of quiet reflection, all of us here at Sin City Wrestling hope that your weekend has been peaceful and meaningful.
Evelyn pauses briefly, her expression respectful, before she shifts into the business at hand.
Evelyn Hall: Now, as many of you are aware, the Internet Championship currently stands vacant. A championship of that history, that prestige, and that importance to SCW deserves to be decided in a way that is bold, competitive, and worthy of the men who will fight for it.
She sits forward slightly, her clasped hands resting on the desk.
Evelyn Hall: Therefore, it has been decided that at Summer XXXTreme XIV, live aboard the Princess Cruise, SCW will crown a new Internet Champion in an Overboard Internet Championship Gauntlet match.
Evelyn lets the announcement settle for a beat.
Evelyn Hall: Two men will begin the match. Every ninety seconds, another competitor will enter. Eliminations will occur when a man is thrown overboard and into the ocean water below. Once the field has been narrowed down to the final two competitors, those two men will then face one another to determine the new Internet Champion by pinfall or submission.
She gives a small, knowing smile.
Evelyn Hall: It is dangerous. It is unpredictable. It is absolutely fitting for Summer XXXTreme. Because apparently putting professional wrestlers on a cruise ship was not chaotic enough without adding championship implications and the Pacific Ocean.
Evelyn straightens again, her tone becoming sharper.
Evelyn Hall: Which brings me to the match coming up in mere moments. Cyrus Riddle versus Brandon Hendrix. Earlier, I promised that there would be a special surprise attached to this contest, and I fully intend to deliver.
She looks directly into the camera.
Evelyn Hall: Both Cyrus Riddle and Brandon Hendrix will be entered into the Overboard Internet Championship Gauntlet at Summer XXXTreme XIV. However, the winner of tonight’s match will receive a remarkable advantage. The winner will enter the Gauntlet in the coveted final position.
Evelyn allows that to sink in, her voice firm and deliberate.
Evelyn Hall: That means while every other man fights, struggles, and risks being sent overboard, tonight’s winner will wait until the very end to enter the match fresh, prepared, and in the most advantageous position possible. For Cyrus Riddle and Brandon Hendrix, this is not simply a match. This is an opportunity to change the entire course of their Summer XXXTreme.
She relaxes slightly, returning to her more composed demeanor.
Evelyn Hall: Thank you all for tuning in and taking a moment to listen. I hope each of you enjoys the remainder of your evening, and I hope you enjoy the rest of Climax Control.
Evelyn gives one final professional nod as the camera slowly pulls back from her desk. The SCW logo remains in frame as the shot fades out, sending the broadcast back toward ringside for the upcoming match between Cyrus Riddle and Brandon Hendrix.
The screen opens in dramatic black and white. LJ Kasey walks through a crowded fan convention, smiling politely as fans swarm from every direction. He signs an autograph, poses for a selfie, then suddenly freezes as one fan begins drifting too close behind him.
Voice Over: Are you a professional wrestler cursed with charisma, confidence, and a backside that stops traffic?
LJ turns his head slowly, sensing danger.
LJ: I know that look.
A fan inches closer with a phone already raised. LJ’s eyes widen.
Voice Over: Do amorous fans treat personal space like a loose suggestion scribbled on the back of a napkin?
The fan reaches out for a selfie angle directly behind LJ. Suddenly, tiny red lights sewn into the back of LJ’s wrestling trunks begin flashing wildly.
A loud beeping sound fills the room.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
LJ spins around, pointing both fingers at the fan.
LJ: Back it up, sweetheart. The merchandise has a security system now.
The screen bursts into full color as upbeat infomercial music plays. LJ stands proudly in the center of a wrestling ring wearing shimmering trunks equipped with tiny red warning lights across the back.
Voice Over: Introducing Booty-Proximity Warning Lights! The revolutionary, completely unnecessary, and legally questionable safety accessory designed for wrestlers who need protection from hands, cameras, and bad decisions!
LJ turns and gives the camera a dramatic over-the-shoulder pose. The lights flash in a neat row.
LJ: I used to rely on instinct, ring awareness, and the occasional polite threat. But now? My trunks do the talking.
Cut to LJ walking through an arena hallway. A stagehand gets too close while carrying a clipboard. The red lights begin flashing.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The stagehand jumps backward.
Stagehand: Sorry! I was just checking the run sheet!
LJ: And now you’re checking it from a respectful distance.
Voice Over: With state-of-the-art GluteGuard Detection Technology, Booty-Proximity Warning Lights alert you whenever someone gets too close to the danger zone!
A graphic appears on screen showing a cartoon LJ with glowing red circles around his backside. The diagram is labeled “Premium Asset Protection Radius.”
Voice Over: Whether you are walking through catering, greeting fans at ringside, or escaping a meet and greet before someone asks you to sign something deeply uncomfortable, Booty-Proximity Warning Lights have you covered.
Cut to LJ at a merchandise table. He smiles while signing an 8x10 photo. A fan leans over the table, trying to peek behind him.
The lights flash.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
LJ casually lifts one finger without looking up.
LJ: Eyes on the glossy photo, not the live exhibit.
The fan immediately straightens up.
Voice Over: It is discreet!
The camera zooms in on the tiny red lights, which are extremely obvious.
Voice Over: It is subtle!
The lights flash so brightly that the entire merchandise table glows red.
Voice Over: It is fashionable!
LJ turns around. The lights flash in rhythm with dance music. Several fans cheer.
LJ sighs.
LJ: That was not the intended feature.
Cut to a fake testimonial. LJ sits on a stool in front of a dramatic velvet curtain.
LJ: Being known for a luscious booty sounds glamorous, until you realize people forget that I also have a face, a win-loss record, and several very reasonable boundaries.
He leans closer to the camera.
LJ: These lights give me peace of mind. Do they stop people from staring? No. Absolutely not. They might make it worse. But at least now there’s a warning system.
Cut to in-ring action. LJ is wrestling an opponent. The opponent attempts a waist lock from behind. The lights immediately begin flashing.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The opponent looks confused.
Opponent: Is that legal?
LJ: In this economy? Everything’s legal until the referee notices.
LJ counters with a hip toss. The crowd cheers as the lights flash triumphantly.
Voice Over: Booty-Proximity Warning Lights are not just for fans! They are also useful against sneak attacks, questionable locker room hallway traffic, overenthusiastic tag partners, and referees with poor spatial awareness!
Cut to a referee standing behind LJ during a pre-match check. The lights begin flashing.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The referee raises both hands and steps away.
Referee: I was checking for foreign objects!
LJ: Then check the boots, not the brand.
Voice Over: Each pair comes equipped with three amazing settings!
A graphic appears.
Voice Over: Polite Flash, for mild boundary violations!
LJ walks past a fan. The lights blink gently.
LJ: Careful now.
Voice Over: Panic Flash, for aggressive selfie positioning!
A fan lunges in with a phone. The lights flash faster.
LJ: Not today, front-facing camera goblin.
Voice Over: And Red Alert Mode, for emergencies!
A group of fans all crowd in behind LJ at once. Sirens blare. The lights flash so brightly that the screen shakes. LJ immediately rolls under a nearby table and crawls away like a tactical soldier in glitter trunks.
LJ: This is not cowardice. This is asset management.
Cut to LJ standing beside a display table stacked with boxes labeled “Booty-Proximity Warning Lights: Wrestler Edition.”
Voice Over: Order now and you’ll also receive the complimentary Boundary Beeper Remote! Simply press the button whenever someone says, “Can I get just one more picture?” after already taking twelve.
A fan approaches LJ.
Fan: Can I get just one more picture?
LJ presses the remote. A loud buzzer sounds.
BUZZZZZZ.
LJ: The machine has spoken.
Voice Over: But wait, there’s more! Upgrade to the Superstar Package and your lights will spell out helpful phrases!
LJ turns around. The lights flash the words “TOO CLOSE.”
A fan steps closer.
The lights change to “TRY JESUS.”
LJ glances over his shoulder.
LJ: That one’s my favorite.
Voice Over: Booty-Proximity Warning Lights are perfect for conventions, arenas, cruise ship wrestling events, post-match celebrations, and any environment where humanity gathers and immediately forgets how arms work.
Cut to LJ walking confidently down a cruise ship deck. Fans admire him from a respectful distance. The ocean sparkles behind him. A seagull flies overhead.
Voice Over: And coming soon, the Summer XXXTreme Waterproof Edition!
A fan creeps too close. The lights flash. LJ sidesteps. The fan stumbles backward and falls into a kiddie pool.
Splash.
LJ looks into the camera.
LJ: Better the pool than the ocean, darling.
Cut to the ring one final time. LJ stands on the turnbuckle, arms spread wide as the crowd cheers. His warning lights flash like a championship celebration nobody asked for but everyone is now emotionally invested in.
Voice Over: Booty-Proximity Warning Lights! Because being admired is flattering, being crowded is annoying, and being treated like a photo booth with hamstrings is where we draw the line.
LJ hops down from the turnbuckle and points to the camera.
LJ: Protect the peach. Respect the wrestler.
Voice Over: Call now! Supplies are limited, dignity not included.
The screen cuts to a fast-talking disclaimer over footage of LJ strutting up the ramp while the lights continue flashing.
Voice Over: Booty-Proximity Warning Lights do not prevent staring, thirst tweets, bad pickup lines, awkward autograph requests, chants, wolf whistles, or sudden increases in merchandise sales. Side effects may include enhanced marketability, accidental entrance lighting, jealous tag team partners, and fans asking where they can buy the trunks. Do not use near airport security, laser tag arenas, or Bill Barnhart after he has had energy drinks.
The final shot shows LJ turning at the top of the ramp, lights flashing as he winks at the camera.
LJ: Remember, darlings. Admire from afar. The booty has boundaries.
The screen fades to black with the product logo glowing red.
Voice Over: Booty-Proximity Warning Lights. When your assets need backup.
Justin: this match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
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.
Justin: And his opponent…
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 THEIR OPPONENT! FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE!
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN…..
FUCKING……
HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!
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 opponent, 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.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Riddle and Hendrix stare at each other from across the ring before quickly rushing in and they begin to unleash on each other and brawl as they throw punches at each other before Hendrix gets the upper hand and grabs Riddle and drives him backwards into a corner, where he gets his arms up into Riddle’s face as the ref quickly moves in and forces the break, which Hendrix then backs off very slowly before attempting a wild swing, which Riddle ducks away from and Hendrix ends up the corner, where Riddle fires in a chop and Hendrix glares at Riddle. He steps forward and grabs Riddle around the throat before releasing and clotheslining him down to the mat.
Simone: Well as expected this starts with a brawl before Hendrix gets the upper hand and grabs Riddle and drives him backward into corner, where he pins him there, but the ref moves in and forces the break. Hendrix goes for a wild swing, but Riddle ducks and counters and fires in a chop.
Lunam: Hendrix isn’t happy about that cop and he grabs Riddle around the throat before clotheslining him down to the mat.
Riddle stays down, as Hendrix looks down at him and begins to stomp on Riddle a few times before bending down and grabs Riddle and pulls him up and pushes him up against the ropes before Irish whipping him across the ring and he bounces off the ropes as Hendrix waits for the return and hopes to back body drop him, but instead Riddle delivers a kick to Hendrix’s chest.
Lunam: Hendrix stomps on Riddle a few times before grabbing him and pulls him up, where he Irish whips into the ropes and as Riddle bounces off the ropes, he fires in a kick to the chest on an expectant Hendrix.
Hendrix holds his chest, as he then glares at Riddle and he grabs Riddle and picks him up and places him onto his shoulder, but Riddle quickly slips free and as he drops down behind Hendrix, he then fires in a kick to his thigh. Hendrix grab at his leg and tries to shy away from the attack, but Riddle fires in another kick to Hendrix, which again he tries to shy away from again before narrowing his eyes and charges at Riddle and clothesline him down to the mat.
Simone: Hendrix holds his chest, but he responds by grabbing Riddle and lifts him up onto his shoulder, but Riddle wriggles free and fires in some kicks to Hendrix’s thigh, which Hendrix soaks up and then charges and hits a clothesline.
Riddle stays down as Hendrix rubs his leg from the kicks that were delivered against him, he then moves back in and stomps on Riddle once more, as Riddle tries scramble away from Hendrix, but Hendrix follows and grabs Riddle once more and drags him up to his feet, where he drags him to a corner as he then grabs Riddle around the neck and picks him up and tosses him across the ring. Riddle stays down as he rolls to a corner, where he sits there for a moment before making his way to his feet holding his back before stretching before moving forward and tells Hendrix to bring it.
Lunam: Hendrix stomps on Riddle, as Riddle tries to scramble away, but can’t avoid Hendrix as he stomps on him again but grabbing him and pull him up to his feet and then tosses him across the ring.
Simone: Riddle climbs back to his feet and stretches before getting a little cocky.
Hendrix charges forward as he and Riddle being to brawl again before Hendrix pushes Riddle away and Riddle steps forward and delivers a slap and Hendrix rushes forward sand grabs Riddle and drives him backwards into a corner, where he then drives his shoulder into Riddle’s torso over and over again before the ref moves in and tells Hendrix to back off, which he does but only to fires in a forearm shot, which rocks riddle. Hendrix then screams in Riddle’s face before grabbing his hand and Irish whips him hard into another corner and he then charges in with a shoulder to the torso.
Lunam: They charges and brawl again, before Hendrix pushes Riddle away but get a slap for his troubles, but Hendrix isn’t impressed with that he grabs Riddle and drives him backwards into a corner and then drives his shoulder into Riddle’s torso a few times.
Hendrix removes himself from Riddle’s torso and pushes Riddle up and then grabs his hand once more and Irish whips him into the corner and Hendrix charges in again looking for another shoulder, but Riddle dodges and Hendrix goes shoulder first into the ring post.
Simone: Hendrix goes for a whip and then repeats the process but Riddle moves and Hendrix ends up in the corner shoulder first.
Hendrix lays in the corner grimacing in pain, as Riddle grabs Hendrix and pulls him backwards by his tights and keeps hold of the tights and drives him back into the corner and ring post once again, which Hendrix grimaces and grunts from the pain, as Riddle drags Hendrix back again and drives him chest forward into the corner before dragging him backwards and rolls him up into a pin…
Lunam: Riddle takes advantage and he pulls Hendrix from the corner and drives him into the turnbuckle and post again.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Simone: Riddle drags Hendrix back from the corner and then goes for a pin, which Hendrix kicks out.
Hendrix kicks out, as Riddle rolls Hendrix onto his stomach and then grabs Hendrix’s arm and sets up and locks in a crossface and pulls back, which Hendrix uses his free hand to grab at Riddle’s hands as he grits his teeth in pain, as the ref moves in and check on Hendrix and for any potential tap out.
Lunam: Riddle rolls Hendrix onto his stomach and locks in a crossface. This isn’t going to help Hendrix’s damaged shoulder.
Hendrix kicks his legs about as he hunts for a way out of the submission, Riddle cranks back a little more, which speeds up the urgency of Hendrix looking for a way out and Riddle quickly releases and quickly gets back to his feet and then delivers an elbow drop across Hendrix’s shoulder.
Simone: Hendrix hunts for a way out, which Riddle then releases and then delivers an elbow drop.
Hendrix holds his shoulder, as Riddle climbs to his feet and stomps on Hendrix and his shoulder before leaning down and sits Hendrix up before firing a kick to the spine and then shoulder as Hendrix shakes his head trying to ignore the discomfort, as Riddle then grabs Hendrix by the hair and drags him to his feet, where he the hits a European uppercut but before Hendrix can stumble away, Riddle grabs Hendrix’s hand and pulls him close and then sets up and hits the Hysteria (Straight Jacket Neckbreaker). He then goes for a cover…
Lunam: Riddle continues to attack Hendrix’s shoulder before moving back to his feet and grabs Hendrix and pulls him up, where he fires in a uppercut and then hits the Straight Jacket neckbreaker and into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THr…. Hendrix gets a shoulder up as he wraps
Riddle shakes his head, as he glares at the ref and tries again…
Simone: Hendrix kicks out.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Riddle slaps the mat, as he makes his way to his feet and he grabs Hendrix and pulls him up and then sets up and looks for the Kill the Lights (Gonzo Bomb), but Hendrix wriggles free and drops down behind Riddle and goes to grab him around the head with a neckbreaker, but Riddle blocks it and pushes Hendrix away. Hendrix turns and Riddle catches Hendrix in the stomach with a boot and Riddle turns and rushes forward and bounces off the ropes, but Hendrix replies with a big boot and sends Riddle to the mat.
Lunam: Riddle gets a little frustrated, as he grabs Hendrix and drags him back to his feet, where he looks to finish him, but Hendrix wriggles out of it and looks for a neckbreaker but it’s blocked and he pushes Hendrix away. Hendrix turns but Riddle catches Hendrix in the stomach.
Simone: Nice boot from Hendrix.
Riddle holds his face, as Hendrix grabs Riddle and drags him up and then headbutts Riddle and then an uppercut of his own and then he sets up and hits the "MAFIA" (Moxley's Death Rider).
He then goes for a pin…
Lunam: Hendrix rocks Riddle with a headbutt and then an uppercut before finishing him with the Mafia.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Hendrix picks up the win.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall…. Brandon Hendrix.
Hendrix’s music hits over the p.a, as he rolls off Riddle and climbs to his feet, as the referee raises his arm in victory.
The backstage attendant has arrived at the dressing room door where Bea Barnhart is located. They knock on the door and when Bea answers the backstage attendant informs Bea that she needs to start on her way to the Staging Area to be ready to make her entrance for her match. Bea thanks the backstage attendant and then she gets her items together to head to the staging area. A camera person who is assigned to Bea is standing in the hallway when Bea exits her dressing room and they inform Bea they will remain with her until she arrives at the Staging Area. Bea takes off down the hallway looking into the camera to present comments during her walk to the Staging Area.
Bea: In a very short time I will enter my match against Bella Madison. The assigned position I have is that of being the winner of our match. The assigned position Bella has is that of being the loser of our match.
Bea comes to an intersection of the hallways and one of the backstage attendants directs Bea which hallway to use and she takes that hallway to get to the area where the Staging Area is located.
Bea: Now, Bella, I already know you are angry, upset, tired of hearing my digs on you, and that is okay. Just because I tell the truth about you, and you are not able to endure the truth, is not my problem. I am in this match to demolish and destroy you and regardless of what you try to do to destroy me, or who you hire to attack me, I will still be declared the winner of our match.
Bea comes to another intersection of hallways and the backstage person directs Bea to turn to the right and walk up the stairs and she will be in place to make her entrance for her match.
Bea: Well, Bella, here I am at the Staging Area and you are nowhere to be seen. I guess you got ice cold feet when you finally realized that I was not going to back down from our match regardless of what King Ryan Keys will try to use to destroy me. So, Bella, have a nice time making your way to the Staging Area, if you still have enough courage to actually make it to to the Staging Area. And if you have any remaining energy and you manage to actually have enough courage left to actually enter the ring for our match hold on to what little courage you have remaining because I am going to beat every ounce of courage you may have remaining until you are the helpless loser in our match.
The cameras cut backstage inside the Grossinger Motors Arena, where Helluva Bottom Carter is seen standing near a catering table with Miles Kasey, Kevin Chapman, LJ Kasey, and Alexandra Calaway. The group is relaxed, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Carter has a plate in one hand with a gooey pastry sitting on it, while Miles leans casually beside him, smiling as Kevin laughs at something Alexandra says.
LJ gives Miles a playful tap on the shoulder, and Carter grins brightly, clearly enjoying the moment.
From down the hallway, Logan Hunter comes walking into view with Brooke and Marissa at his side. Logan looks furious, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed. Brooke has a cautious hand near his arm, while Marissa already seems to sense trouble coming.
Logan slows down when he spots Carter and the others laughing.
Marissa: Logan. Don’t.
Logan ignores her completely and storms across the hallway toward the group.
Logan: You think that’s funny!?
The laughter stops. Carter turns his head slowly, still holding the plate in his hand, looking at Logan with an expression that is somehow both confused and deeply unimpressed.
HBCarter: I’m sorry. Were you speaking to us or just yelling at the furniture again?
Logan: Don’t play stupid with me, Carter! You and your little fan club over here were laughing at me! Laughing about what happened in the opening match!
Carter blinks at him. He looks first at Miles, and then the others. Finally, he looks back at Logan.
HBCarter: Trust me, Logan. Nobody is talking about you. Ever. At all.
Miles: We were not talking about you, mate. Not everything backstage is about whatever tantrum you’re having this week.
Logan: Bull! I saw you laughing!
Logan steps closer, pointing at Carter.
Logan: You think I don’t know how this works? You all sit around and run your mouths because I lost tonight!
HBCarter: Logan, this may be hard for you to hear and even harder for you to accept, but the world does not revolve around you. It barely includes you.
Logan’s face twists in anger as Brooke steps forward.
Brooke: Logan, walk away. Now.
Logan: No! I’m sick of this! I’m sick of him!
He points straight at Carter.
Logan: You walk around here like you’re better than everyone else! Like you’re some big brave hero! But you’re fake, Carter! You’re nothing but a fake little loudmouth who hides behind Miles Kasey because you know without him, someone would shut you up for good!
Miles straightens immediately, his expression hardening. Carter, however, simply smiles.
HBCarter: Even if that were true, at least I’d be hiding behind a man. Everybody knows you hide behind Brooke.
Carter tilts his head, his smile growing sharper.
HBCarter: Speaking of which, how many times in that match tonight did Brooke try to save you?
Logan’s breathing gets heavier and he snaps! In one sudden motion, Logan snatches the gooey pastry right off Carter’s plate and smashes it directly into Carter’s face!
The hallway erupts in shock!
Miles: Are you crazy!?
Carter staggers back half a step, pastry and filling smeared across his face. He slowly lowers the empty plate, blinking through the mess as Miles moves toward Logan.
Logan, breathing hard, glares at Carter.
Logan: No. I’m just done being disrespected.
Logan turns and starts to walk away, looking satisfied with himself. Carter wipes a hand down his face, staring at the pastry now coating his fingers. Logan barely gets two steps away before Carter lunges forward and grabs him by the back of the head, taking a fistful of hair!
Carter swings Logan around with a sharp yank and drives his face down onto the catering table with a sickening thud! The table rattles violently, plates and cups jumping from the impact. Logan staggers backward, clutching at his face. Blood begins to run from his nose as Brooke screams!
Despite the blood, Logan roars and charges right back at Carter!
Logan: You son of a bitch!
Logan tackles Carter backward into the catering table, and the two explode into a wild fight! Carter fires punches at Logan’s ribs while Logan swings wildly, catching Carter across the shoulder as they crash against the wall!
Miles rushes in immediately, grabbing Carter around the waist.
Miles: Carter! Carter, stop!
LJ grabs Logan from behind, trying to pull him back as Logan continues swinging!
Alexandra quickly takes Kevin by the arm and pulls him away from the chaos, putting herself between him and the fight. Brooke tries to get near Logan, but Marissa pulls her back as security suddenly comes rushing into frame from both sides of the hallway.
Security Guard: Break it up! Break it up!
Two guards grab Carter, helping Miles pull him away as Carter struggles to get free, pastry still smeared across his face and anger burning in his eyes! Another pair of guards restrain Logan, whose nose is bloody as he fights against them, still trying to get at Carter!
The scene becomes pure chaos as Carter and Logan continue shouting over the security team, both men trying to break loose while Miles, LJ, Alexandra, Brooke, and Marissa all shout at once and security struggles to keep the two separated as the screen fades out!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Bella Madison walking down the hallway stretching her arms as she does,
Simone: It’s almost time for our first Bombshell Contest of the night and it might prove to be chaotic as Bella Madison takes on Bea Barnhart in a Falls Count Anywhere Match!
Lunam: This is actually Bea’s second Falls Count Anywhere Match in a row because she was part of the Fatal Four Way Roulette Rules Match at Into……………..
CLANG!
Bella suddenly drops to the floor as a steel chair slams against her back, she looks up and realizes that Bea decided to cut to the chase.
Bea: Falls Count Anywhere, remember?
Simone: Err, we need a ref back there urgently!
Lunam: Jacob is already in the ring and is rushing back there.
Justin: Err, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere Match, scheduled for one fall, already brawling in the backstage area: Bella Madison and Bea Barnhart!
DING DING DING!
“Brawling” is a very generous term for what’s actually happening because Bea is repeatedly slamming the chair against Bella’s back, by the time Jacob gets there the chair is broken and he calls for the bell as Bea goes for he first cover of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out!
Simone: And the match is starting early!
Lunam: Justin actually did the announcement at lightning speed, he sounded like an auctioneer!
Bea gets up and argues with Jacob over the count but he maintains that it was a fair count, neither of them realizing that Bella is back on her feet until the New Yorker spears Bea into the wall, giving Jacob barely any time to get out of the way in the process, and Bella starts throwing hands at Bea’s face! Bea retaliates once the element of surprise is gone and they start brawling.
Simone: And NOW they start brawling!
Lunam: It only took a sneak attack and a broken chair!
The brawl makes it’s way down the hallway with Jacob following both women closely, looking for a sign that either of them is going for a pin, they eventually reach catering and the catering staff make a break for it rather than get caught up in the action! Bea manages to get a knee lift to the mid-section in, doubling Bella over, before Bea goes to throw Bella into a popcorn machine! However Bella reverses it and throws Bea into the popcorn machine.
Lunam: Bea’s corn just got popped!
Simone: I can’t believe that joke works as well as it does!
Bella follows that up with a Reverse DDT and goes for her first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea kicks out! Bella shakes her head before grabbing a nearby food tray and takes a swing at Bea as she uses the popcorn machine to pull herself up, Bea sees Bella’s reflection in the glass and drops down at the last second causing the tray to clash against the glass! The glass doesn’t break but Bea trips up Bella and gets a jackknife rollup off.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out!
Simone: Bella finally got a pin but Bea gets one right back!
Lunam: And it’s a good thing that the glass didn’t break because I’m pretty sure Christian would’ve taken that out of Bella’s paycheque!
Both women get back to their feet and Bella swings first, this time with a fist, and Bella returns the favour and they finally leave the catering area with Jacob following them closely, which becomes slightly awkward when they end up in a certain room and Jacob stops at the door because, well….
Simone: They have entered the ladies bathroom.
Lunam: And Jacob is wishing Dawn got assigned to this match instead.
Bella manages to get the upper hand in the bathroom as she rams Bea face first into one of the sinks and runs her head under the water for good measure! Bea falls over sputtering and coughing and Bella goes for a pin, with a slight problem.
Bella: Err, Jacob?
Jacob: I’m not coming in there to count the pin!
Bella: Fine, can you see us from the doorway?
Jacob: Yes.
Bella: Then count!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea quickly kicks out!
Simone: I thought I’ve seen it all in wrestling but that takes it to a new level.
Lunam: At least they aren’t using the toilets as a weapon!
Bella shakes her head before picking up Bea only to get a faceful of bathroom stall door from Bea! Thankfully? The stall is unoccupied and the toilet looks clean, not that that stops Bea from sticking Bella’s head into the toilet seat and flushing! Bea goes for a pin after making sure that Jacob is within eyesight.
ONE!
Simone: You just HAD to say it Erick!
TWO!
Lunam: I’m not psychic Belinda!
And Bella kicks out!
Simone: Psychic or not, Bella has kicked out!
Lunam: She’s still in the game but for Jacob’s sake can we take this out of the bathroom?!
Bea picks up Bella and (thankfully) both women leave the ladies bathroom.
Simone: I would hate to be the next woman who uses that bathroom.
Lunam: Especially if it’s a arena worker!
Jacob keeps a safe distance from the two women until they run into a janitor cleaning the floor ahead of them.
Janitor: Hey! Hey! Take your match elsewhere, I’m cleaning………..
Bea: No you’re not!
Bea snatches the mop out of the janitor’s hands and starts choking Bella with it! The janitor throws his hands up and because of the hardcore nature of Falls Count Anywhere Matches? Jacob has to count it as a submission.
Simone: We’ve gone from the women’s bathroom to a janitor.
Lunam: What next? A plumber?
Thankfully? There’s no plumber around but there is the janitor’s mop bucket which Bella grabs before conking Bea in the head with it! Bea falls backwards taking Bella down with her and Bella goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea kicks out, letting go of the mop in the process, Bella proceeds to hand over both the mop and bucket to the janitor but Bea uses the opportunity to roll up Bella.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella JUST kicks out!
Simone: Bea almost stole the match after Bella’s interaction with the janitor!
Lunam: And I do believe that’s the first time that sentence has ever been uttered!
Both women get back to their feet and Bea tries to give herself some breathing room from Bella by running away……………..and subsequently slips on the wet floor.
Janitor: I told you!
Bella: Hey, is there a spot you haven’t cleaned yet?
The janitor points to a spot around the edge of the area Bea just slipped in and Bella uses it to get close enough for a pin without slipping.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bea kicks out, more humiliated than angry! Bella drags Bea away from the set spot and drags her up before brawling with Bea.
Simone: And now a pin after Bea ignored the wet floor warnings.
Lunam: At least Bella had the sense to ask about a way around it!
Jacob (after moving around the wet spot using the same route as Bella) follows the two bombshells closely, they end up underneath a balcony where a table has been set up and Bea surprised Bella with a roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out! Bea is faster to get back to her feet and, upon seeing the table, goes over to it and starts setting it up! However just as Bea has set up the table Bella blasts her with a forearm before laying Bea across the table and climbing up to the balcony!
Simone: What is Bella up too?
Lunam: Don’t make me tell a dad joke!
Bella ends up on the balcony AND HITS THE SECOND GEN (Phoenix Splash PUTTING BEA THROUGH THE TABLE!
Simone: OH MY GOD!
Lunam: NO WAY BEA’S KICKING OUT OF THAT, STICK A FORK IN HER, SHE’S DONE!
Bella doesn’t so much as goes for a pin but rather lays across Bea’s chest!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER, BELLA MADISON!
Simone: Bella gets the win in a match that took Falls Count Anywhere to it’s logical conclusion!
Lunam: Back to the drawing board for Bea!
Bella celebrates her win while Jacob checks on Bea.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Harper Mason, Jessie Saco and Joshua Acquin being interviewed by Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jess, how are you feeling after that attack last week?
Jessie: I have some stitches and, through some miracle, I didn’t get a concussion so yeah, better but still not great.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good! Now Harper, tonight you’re in a Triple Threat Tables Match against Kat Jones and Seleana Zdunich, think you can win?
Harper: If it weren’t for last week’s attack on Jessie and attempted attack on me? I’d feel a lot better but I am ready to brin the fight tonight!
Joshua: And if Cassie shows up? We’ll be ready!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And what are your thoughts on Cassie’s win over Alexandra last week?
Harper: If she wasn’t insufferable before? She definitely is now and I’m sure she’s already acting like she’s won the title! As long as it keeps her away from me? I won’t complain.
Joshua: Unless off course, Cassie wins the title.
Harper: We’ll cross that when we come to it, for now? I’ve got a Tables Match to prepare for.
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
The camera returns to the Grossinger Motors Arena in Bloomington, Illinois, where the capacity crowd is still buzzing from the night’s action! Fans wave signs, cheer toward the hard camera, and clap along as the lights begin to shift across the stage in bright pinks, purples, and golds. The six-sided ring sits under the spotlight, but the attention quickly turns to Justin Decent, who stands at center ring with microphone in hand and a grin on his face, because apparently SCW has decided the evening needs another controlled detonation of glitter.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! At this time, please welcome once again to the stage, SCW’s Hostess With the Mostess. Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as the stage lights flare. A burst of sparkling silver pyro pops from both sides of the entrance, and the curtain parts as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage, not even pretending she came dressed for subtlety. She does not head to the ring, instead stopping at the top of the stage where the spotlight catches every ridiculous, glorious detail of her new ensemble.
Amanda is wearing a towering powdered wig decorated with tiny rhinestone fireworks, miniature plastic eagles, and one tiny spinning disco ball perched proudly near the crown. Her dress is a massive cupcake-shaped explosion of metallic teal, hot pink, and silver fringe, with exaggerated shoulder pieces shaped like showgirl fans and a skirt layered in ruffles so wide it looks like it may require its own parking permit. Across the bodice, sequined letters spell “HUGGIN’ THE NIGHT AWAY,” because restraint clearly died backstage and nobody filed the paperwork. Her gloves reach past her elbows, her heels shimmer like weaponized chandeliers, and her smile tells the entire arena that she knows exactly how absurd she looks and considers it a public service.
Amanda places one hand on her hip and gives the Bloomington crowd a slow, theatrical look from left to right before blowing a kiss to the upper deck.
Amanda: Bloomington, darling, I hope you missed me, because I changed outfits and that legally counts as character development!
The crowd laughs and cheers loudly as Amanda fans herself with one hand.
Amanda: Now I know what you’re thinking. Amanda, is that too much? And to that I say, sweethearts, this is professional wrestling. Too much is where we start.
The audience applauds as Amanda gives a playful little shimmy, sending the fringe along her gown sparkling beneath the lights.
Amanda: So let’s not waste another precious moment of this beautiful, chaotic evening! I feel a song coming on, and unfortunately for all of you, I have a microphone and no supervision!
The fans cheer as Amanda turns slightly toward the stage, lifting one arm with exaggerated elegance. The arena lights dim, the spotlight tightens around her, and a fresh burst of campy music begins to play through the Grossinger Motors Arena.
Amanda smiles, raises the microphone to her lips, and prepares to begin.
Amanda: I stepped into the spotlight
In rhinestones and regret,
My wig was reaching heaven,
My stomach had a threat.
I told myself, “Be classy,
Have champagne, keep it light,”
Then somebody said “chili fries,”
And I said, “Not tonight.”
But then the cheese was melting,
The jalapeños gleamed,
The sour cream was calling
Like a dairy-coated dream.
I knew I had a ballad,
A smoky little tune,
But now my throat is haunted
By a snack I ate too soon.
The band begins to shimmer,
The crowd begins to cheer,
I smile like I’m an angel
While my esophagus fears.
I lift one jeweled finger,
I give a sultry pose,
But there’s a tiny grease fire
Crawling up behind my nose.
I’m lip syncing through acid reflux,
Glamour with a burning core.
I’m giving velvet heartbreak
While my chest declares a war.
I’m beauty, I’m composure,
I’m a tragic midnight swan,
But if I bend too deeply,
Honey, something’s coming on.
I’m lip syncing through acid reflux,
Every gesture has a cost.
I came here serving elegance,
Then ordered chili fries and lost.
I tried to hit the breakdown
With a fan and slow reveal,
But midway through the body roll,
I questioned every meal.
My lashes whispered “legend,”
My corset whispered “no,”
My stomach sent a memo:
“Girl, we talked about this show.”
The pianist kept it tender,
The spotlight kissed my face,
I floated like a duchess
In gastrointestinal disgrace.
The audience saw diamonds,
They saw drama, they saw art,
They did not see the onion ring
That tore my dreams apart.
I mouthed the words with passion,
I clutched my pearls with flair,
But deep beneath the contour
Was a medically weird affair.
I gave them wounded glamour,
I gave them smoky eyes,
And prayed to every saint of drag
To neutralize the fries.
I’m lip syncing through acid reflux,
A diva under siege.
I’m selling soft seduction
With internal cottage cheese.
I’m grace, I’m poise, I’m mystery,
I’m a nightclub fantasy,
But my dinner has opinions
And they’re all attacking me.
I’m lip syncing through acid reflux,
Every dip is high-risk art.
I came dressed as old Hollywood,
Then deep-fried my own heart.
Was it worth the chili?
Was it worth the cheese?
Was it worth the loaded basket
That brought me to my knees?
Ask me in the morning
When the antacids have passed,
But tonight I am a showgirl
With a barbecue forecast.
And if I should start coughing
During my eleven o’clock number,
Just know it isn’t weakness,
It’s the nachos pulling under.
I will not break character,
I will not lose the crowd,
Even if my upper torso
Is making thunderclouds.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Never let anyone tell you drag is easy.
This dress is custom, this hair is sculpted,
And this burp has notes of cumin, fryer oil, and personal failure.
I’m lip syncing through acid reflux,
Still fabulous, still divine.
My throat may taste like chaos,
But this spotlight’s still mine.
I’m tragedy in sequins,
I’m indigestion chic,
I’m a goddess with a Tums tin
Tucked beneath her cheek.
I’m lip syncing through acid reflux,
Raise a glass and dim the lights.
To glamour, chili, fries, and shame,
And questionable choices made at night.
So if you see me smiling
With tears upon my face,
It’s not the song that moved me,
It’s the hot sauce leaving trace.
I’ll bow, I’ll wave, I’ll sparkle,
Then exit with my pride,
And sleep sitting straight upright
With a pillow at my side.
The final note of Amanda’s performance rings out through the Grossinger Motors Arena, lingering just long enough for the crowd to erupt into cheers and applause! The stage lights shimmer around her as Amanda freezes in one last dramatic pose, one arm lifted high, chin tilted proudly, and that outrageous gown glittering like a parade float that discovered theater school and refused to apologize.
The Bloomington crowd rises to its feet, clapping, laughing, and whistling as Amanda Hugginkiss slowly lowers her arm and places one hand over her heart. She looks out over the audience with wide, touched eyes, milking the moment with expert precision because humility is lovely, but applause has bills to pay. She gives a deep, theatrical curtsy, her enormous ruffled skirt blooming around her as the tiny disco ball in her wig catches the spotlight and throws flecks of light across the entrance stage.
Amanda: Thank you, Bloomington! You’ve been gorgeous, loud, and only mildly hazardous to my self-esteem!
The fans laugh and cheer even louder as Amanda blows kisses toward the floor seats, then to the upper deck, then dramatically toward the hard camera. She gives one final shimmy, sending the silver fringe of her gown sparkling in every direction, before turning toward the entrance curtains.
Amanda pauses at the curtain, looks back over her shoulder, and lifts one gloved hand in a grand farewell wave. The crowd applauds as she slips behind the curtains and vanishes backstage, leaving the stage lights to fade behind her while the arena continues buzzing with energy.
The camera returns to the ringside area where the atmosphere has already shifted from anticipation into open dread. Several tables are arranged around the ring like wooden landmines waiting for someone’s spine to file a complaint. Two tables are folded and leaning against the barricade near the timekeeper’s area, another is already standing near the entrance side of the ring, and three more are stacked near the bottom of the ramp, their metal legs gleaming beneath the arena lights. The fans are on their feet, pointing toward the furniture, already chanting for destruction before any of the three Bombshells have even arrived!
Referee Drew Patton steps through the ropes and enters the ring, his eyes scanning the ringside area with the expression of a man who knows he will spend the next several minutes trying to maintain order in a match specifically designed to laugh at order. He checks the ropes, turns toward Justin, and gives him the nod as the crowd noise swells.
Justin: The following contest is a Triple Threat Tables Match! There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no count outs, and no disqualifications! The only way to win is to put one of your opponents through a table!
Simone: This is one of the most dangerous match types in all of SCW because victory can come from one mistake, one slip, one desperate counter, or one bad landing!
Lunam: Aye, and with three women in there, Belinda, it’s pure mayhem waitin’ to happen! Ye can have the match won one second and be eatin’ wood the next! It’s beautiful madness, so it is!
Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Justin: Introducing first! From Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, she is the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh applauds his charge from the outside as they wait her opponent.
Simone: Harper Mason comes into this match with no shortage of pressure on her shoulders, especially with the issues surrounding her former friend and teammate Cassie Wolfe still hanging over everything she does.
Lunam: Aye, Cassie Wolfe has been livin’ rent free in Harper’s head, and that’s a dangerous thing in a match like this! Ye take yer eyes off Kat or Seleana for one blink, and ye’ll be introduced to a table in the most personal way possible!
"Release me"
The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones,, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!
Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits .......... arrival.
Lunam: There’s Kat Jones, and she has come back to SCW with a nasty purpose! She’s already put her eyes on the Bombshell Internet Championship, and tonight she can send a message by puttin’ either Harper or Seleana through timber!
Simone: Kat is a technician, a submission specialist, and frankly, she has no problem bending rules or bodies when she feels like it. In this match, that makes her especially dangerous because she does not have to beat both opponents. She only has to destroy one!
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5
4
3
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat’s roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat” blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.
Justin: From Halmstad, Sweden! She is “the Cat” Seleana Zdunich!
Seleana steps into the ring and immediately eyes the tables around ringside, then turns her attention to Harper and Kat. Harper bounces lightly on her toes, fired up and ready, while Kat lounges in the corner with that cold look of hers, as if she has already decided which table belongs to which opponent. Drew Patton checks with all three women, then points toward the timekeeper!
Simone: Seleana Zdunich is a former World Champion and Roulette Champion, and that kind of experience matters in a match where the environment is as dangerous as the opponents!
Lunam: She’s quick, she’s clever, and she’s been in enough wars to know ye don’t rush the big moment! Seleana can fly, but tonight she’ll have to know when to leave the ground and when to keep her boots planted!
Drew calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Harper explodes out of her corner first, rushing Kat with a barrage of Taekwondo kicks that force the WildKat backward into the ropes! Seleana moves in at the same time, catching Kat with a quick arm drag as Harper rebounds off the ropes and blasts Kat with a dropkick that sends her rolling under the bottom rope! Kat lands on her feet outside, snarling, but Harper is already sliding out after her. Seleana follows, and suddenly all three women are circling near the tables on the floor while the crowd grows louder with every step!
Harper grabs the first folded table and slides it under the bottom rope to a massive cheer, but Seleana catches the edge of it and shakes her head, telling Harper with her eyes that it is too early to get reckless. Kat, being Kat, calmly grabs two more tables from ringside and pushes them into the ring one after another like she is furnishing a divorce court with malicious intent. Harper and Seleana immediately turn on her, both realizing Kat is trying to flood the ring with danger before either of them can control the match!
Simone: Kat Jones is not wasting any time! She wants options in there!
Lunam: Options? She’s buildin’ a lumberyard, Belinda! There’ll be splinters in places nobody wants splinters!
Harper and Seleana grab Kat as she climbs onto the apron, but Kat drops low, yanking Harper face-first toward the edge of the nearest table! Harper catches herself with both hands, stopping inches from disaster, but Kat twists around and hooks Seleana by the tights, pulling her toward the other side where another table waits half-open on the floor. Seleana skids to a stop, one boot braced against the table leg, and she and Harper both turn at the same time to stare at Kat. Kat smirks, having nearly baited both of them into early catastrophe!
Harper and Seleana charge her together, but Kat ducks between them and slides back into the ring. Harper follows first, trying to spear Kat toward a table leaned in the corner, but Kat leapfrogs over her and Harper manages to stop just short. Seleana catches Harper with a sharp kick to the ribs, then Kat instinctively rolls Seleana up from behind before suddenly remembering there are no pinfalls in a tables match. She breaks the roll herself, annoyed at the habit, and Harper recovers just in time to throw herself at both women with a wild diving lariat! Kat and Seleana split apart, and Harper crashes chest-first into the corner table! The table rattles and shifts, but it does not break, leaving Harper stunned and embarrassed while the audience gasps, then roars!
Lunam: The table said no! That stubborn devil refused to die!
Simone: Harper is lucky that did not break, but she hit hard enough to knock the wind out of herself!
Kat pounces on Seleana, driving knees into her midsection and dragging her toward the ropes. She pulls Seleana onto the apron and sets her up for a suplex to the floor, where a table has been opened and positioned just beyond the apron. Seleana blocks once, then twice, trying to hook her leg around the middle rope. Kat hammers her with clubbing forearms and screams at the crowd, preparing to lift. Harper sees it from inside the ring, shakes off the pain, and climbs to the turnbuckle. Without hesitation, Harper launches sideways off the ropes and wipes Kat out with a flying clothesline! Kat tumbles to the floor beside the table, Harper crashes down beside her, and Seleana collapses safely back onto the apron!
Simone: Harper just saved Seleana from going through that table!
Lunam: Brave? Aye! Smart? Not even slightly! But that’s Harper Mason for ye, all heart and half a plan!
Seleana rolls back into the ring and gives Harper the briefest nod of gratitude, but gratitude does not last long in a match where someone has to go through a table. Harper climbs in and tries to power Seleana up in a fireman’s carry, but Seleana slides down behind her, hooks Harper’s arm, and uses Harper’s own momentum to spin her directly into Kat, who has just climbed onto the apron. Kat gets knocked backward and has to grab the top rope to avoid falling through the table on the floor. Seleana then catches Harper with a clean striking sequence, a kick to the thigh, a forearm to the jaw, and a snap suplex that drops Harper dangerously close to the table set up in the ring. Harper’s shoulder clips the edge, but again, no break!
Seleana turns to capitalize, but Kat springboards from the apron and catches her with a flying bulldog, driving Seleana face-first into the canvas! Kat rises with a wicked grin, then points outside toward two tables at ringside. She rolls out and starts building a bridge between the apron and barricade, setting one table across the gap, then a second directly beside it. The crowd buzzes because everyone in the arena knows exactly what that kind of structure means. Nothing good. Never anything good. Humanity built bridges for travel. Wrestling built them for spinal regret.
Kat grabs Harper by the hair and drags her onto the apron, trying to hook her for a suplex through the bridged tables. Harper fights with elbows, but Kat clamps down and tries to lift. Seleana climbs to the second rope from inside the ring and grabs Kat from behind, pulling at her waist. For a breathless moment, all three women are linked in a dangerous tower, Kat holding Harper, Seleana holding Kat, and the bridged tables waiting beneath them like hungry wooden mouths!
Simone: This is terrifying! One shift of weight and someone is going through those tables!
Lunam: I don’t like the look of this at all! They’re balanced up there like fools on a cliff edge!
Harper kicks free and lands back on the apron, clinging to the top rope. Seleana yanks Kat backward into the ring, but Kat lands on her feet and gives a smug little shrug as if she meant to do it. That smugness lasts half a second. Harper springboards in and wipes both Kat and Seleana out with a flying crossbody, sending all three women crashing to the mat! The crowd erupts as Harper rolls to her knees, breathing hard, while Joshua Acquin pounds the apron from ringside, urging her to stay focused!
Seleana is first to recover and catches Kat with a hip toss, then another, before pulling her up and driving her down onto a table with a brutal spinebuster-style counter! The table bends beneath Kat’s back with a sickening groan, but it does not break! Kat rolls off screaming in pain, clutching her spine, while Seleana stares at the table in disbelief. Harper uses that stunned pause to hit Seleana with a snapping DDT, driving the former champion down near the center of the ring!
Simone: That might have hurt worse because the table did not break!
Lunam: Aye, sometimes the table givin’ way is mercy! That one just punched Kat in the back and stayed smug about it!
The boos suddenly rise from the crowd as Cassie Wolfe and Krystal Wolfe walk out onto the stage. Harper, down on one knee, looks up and freezes. Cassie wears a smug expression while Krystal follows beside her, both making their way slowly toward ringside as if they own the moment. Joshua Acquin immediately steps around the ring, shouting at them to stay back, but Harper’s attention is already broken.
Simone: Oh, come on! Cassie Wolfe and Krystal Wolfe have no business out here!
Lunam: This is exactly what I warned about! Harper can’t afford to be lookin’ at ghosts from her past when Kat Jones is standin’ right there!
Kat takes full advantage, grabbing Harper from behind and planting her with FREAKED OUT, the snap DDT, near a stack of tables in the corner! Kat then drags Seleana up to the top rope while Harper struggles beneath them. Two tables have been stacked near the turnbuckles, one on top of the other, and the crowd rises as Kat tries to superplex Seleana through both. Harper crawls underneath, hooking Kat around the waist, turning the entire scene into a Tower of Doom waiting to happen. Kat tries to hold on, Seleana fights free and lands on the apron, and Harper powers Kat down from the ropes! Kat hits the mat hard but avoids the tables entirely! Seleana immediately springboards in and takes Harper down with Cat’s Eye, the corkscrew moonsault landing clean and sharp!
Seleana drags herself to her feet and sets one table up in the center of the ring while another remains standing just outside the ropes. Kat crawls to the top rope, desperate and dangerous. Harper climbs onto the apron, and Seleana positions herself inside the ring beneath Kat. Kat reaches for Harper, trying to pull her in for a top-rope attack through the inside table, but Seleana grabs Kat’s legs from below. Harper headbutts Kat hard! Kat loses balance, Seleana gets pulled down with her, and Harper tumbles forward. Kat crashes backward through the table on the outside with a thunderous splintering sound, while Seleana and Harper crash onto the table inside the ring, bending it again without breaking!
The crowd explodes as Drew Patton drops to check the wreckage outside, but Kat went through a table from the chaos, not as the clear result of Harper or Seleana intentionally driving her through it. Drew waves it off, signaling the match continues!
Simone: Kat went through a table, but Drew Patton says that is not the finish! This match continues!
Lunam: She fell through in the madness, but nobody put her through with a clear offensive move! That’s the referee’s call, and listen to this crowd losing its mind!
Harper and Seleana are both hurt, pulling themselves up on opposite sides of the damaged table in the ring. Cassie suddenly climbs onto the apron, screaming at Harper. Krystal distracts Drew from the other side, and the fans rain boos down as Cassie steps through the ropes. Harper turns around and sees her former friend charging straight at her, looking to spear her through the corner table!
But Kat Jones, furious and battered from the crash outside, slides back into the ring at the last possible second. Cassie rushes forward, and Kat intercepts her with a vicious spear of her own, driving Cassie through the corner table in an explosion of splinters! The arena erupts, stunned by Kat taking out the interference herself, not out of kindness, not out of honor, but because Cassie dared to ruin her match!
Simone: Kat just speared Cassie Wolfe through the table!
Lunam: She didn’t do it for Harper! She did it because Kat Jones does not share her spotlight with anybody!
Krystal screams from ringside as Drew turns and sees the wreckage, but Cassie is not a legal participant, so the match continues! Kat rises from the broken table debris, roaring at Harper, but Harper is ready. Kat swings first. Harper ducks, catches Kat’s wrist, and spins her back around into Into the Earth! The ripcord roaring elbow lands flush, cracking across Kat’s jaw and dropping her across the table that Seleana had set up moments earlier!
The crowd surges to its feet as Harper staggers to the ropes. Seleana is still down, clutching her ribs, unable to stop what is coming. Harper steps through to the apron, gripping the top rope. Joshua Acquin shouts encouragement from the floor as Harper springboards up, twists through the air, and comes crashing down with Sun//Eater! The springboard 450 splash drives Kat through the table in the center of the ring with a violent burst of wood and metal legs!
Drew Patton immediately calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, the Slaytanic Avenger, HARPER MASON!
The crowd erupts as Harper rolls away from the wreckage, clutching her ribs and gasping for breath. Kat lies amid the shattered table remains, completely wiped out after taking both Into the Earth and Sun//Eater in rapid succession. Seleana pulls herself up in the corner, exhausted and disappointed, but she nods toward Harper with respect. Harper barely has enough strength to sit up, but when she does, Joshua Acquin climbs onto the apron and applauds his charge, pride written all over his face.
Simone: What an unbelievable Triple Threat Tables Match! Harper Mason survives Seleana Zdunich, Kat Jones, and the attempted interference from Cassie Wolfe and Krystal Wolfe!
Lunam: Aye, Harper earned that one the hard way! Kat Jones was vicious, Seleana was brilliant, and Cassie Wolfe tried to stick her nose in where it didn’t belong, but Harper Mason still found a way! That was chaos from bell to bell!
Simone: And we cannot overlook Kat Jones spearing Cassie through that table! Kat may be a lot of things, but she was not going to let anyone else steal this match from her!
Lunam: That’s the scary part, Belinda! Kat did the right thing for the wrong reason, and somehow that makes her even more dangerous!
Ringside attendants hurry into the ring and around the floor to check on all three women. One group kneels beside Kat in the broken remains of the center table, another checks on Seleana as she sits against the bottom turnbuckle, and a third speaks with Harper while Joshua Acquin stays close. Outside the ring, Cassie is helped away from the shattered corner table as Krystal argues with officials, the boos still raining down on them.
The camera pans across the wreckage: broken tables in the ring, splintered wood at ringside, the bridged tables still standing ominously near the barricade, and three battered Bombshells paying the price for every second of the war. Harper Mason’s music plays over the chaos as she raises one arm from the mat, victorious but barely able to move, while the screen slowly closes out on the image of attendants checking on all three women amidst the debris.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Cassie, Krystal, Riley and the entourage’s newest member Lexie getting ready for an interview with backstage interviewer Pussy Willow.
Pussy Willow: So, err, Lexie was it?
Lexie: To you it’s Alexis Frost, only my friends call me Lexie.
Pussy Willow: Right, well you debuted in rather violent fashion last week.
Lexie smirks.
Lexie: Too bad I was stopped from crippling that overrated bith!
Pussy blinks.
Pussy Willow: You’re really saying that about a fellow Hero Academy Graduate?
Lexie: Yep!
Riley: Hey blondie! Direct your questions to Cassie!
Pussy gives Riley a flat look.
Pussy Willow: Riley, we’re both blonde!
Pussy Willow: So?
Cassie: Either way, she’s right! I’m the woman of the hour here because last week I scored a non-title win over the Bombshell Internet Champ!
Pussy Willow: With Krystal’s help!
Krystal: It’s called doing my job as her manager!
Pussy Willow: I see you went to the Brooke Shields school of managing!
Cassie: Besides, the details don’t matter and I don’t see anyone else stepping up to challenge Alexandra for the title.
Pussy Willow: Kat Jones?
Cassie: Who cares about her?
Cassie flips some hair over her shoulder.
Cassie: Because right now? I have a batter claim to a title shot than anyone else! Alexandra, I want a rematch and this time I want it for the title! You know it makes sense and I’ll be waiting for my answer!
The four women walk off as the scene fades.
As we come back, the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out. The lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.
'Hardly in the spirit of the era. Delicate and thin skinned.
One appeared in front of the jury. Face uncovered in front of the jury.'
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. An unexpected appearance by the former World Champion, who hasn’t been seen since Into the Void. Despite no longer being champion, he still seems to be looking the part. A burgundy colour suit, black undershirt and a paisley print vest under the suit jacket. Heavy watch, the short-lived and completely unused Sin City Wrestling Worlds Heavyweight Championship Number One Contender ring on his left ring finger.
'Beauty of looks, beauty of faults.
Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.'
He slowly begins to make his way down the ramp, a notable limp in his step. The crowd is still full of furor for the man, booing and chanting “you lost” over and over at him. Frustration pulls at his features as he makes the slow limping movement down towards the ring. His hair is a little wild tonight, looking slightly frazzled. Defeating the put-together image of him in the suit.
As he makes his way to the ring, he stops at the bottom of the ring steps and signals to the ringside crew for a microphone. One of the ringside attendants tentatively hands him one as he nods at them a little, the slightest of bows. More tempered than would probably have been expected of the disgraced and short-lived Grand Slam Champion. He slowly makes his way up the steps, a wince of pain as he does. Stepping up onto the apron of the side closest to the ramp way, before stepping between the ropes.
Simone: An unexpected appearance by the disgraced former World Champion here tonight. He’s been unusually quiet since the events of Into the Void, which saw Miles Kasey become both the World and Internet Champion on the same night.
Lunam: Be that as it may, it looks like Alexander Raven is a bit worse for wear. Never seen such fearin’ and wincin’ from the usually stalwart man.
Alex slowly moves to the middle of the ring, turning on the spot slowly as he looks over the crowd. Perhaps a reaction to the visible pain that he seems to be in, or just a common understanding that it is always going to be something interesting that comes out of the mouth of Alexander Raven. Either way, the crowd has quietened down, his entrance music cutting off and leaving the arena in a vaguely uncomfortable silence. He lifts his free hand and runs in through his hair, slicking it back on his head a little, before raising the microphone to his mouth.
Alexander Raven: Congratulations to Miles Kasey. A dream was achieved, and a tyrant fell. An applause and acknowledgement for the man who deserved it. Never one to deny the truth when it is so evident. I was a flash in the pan, focused on the anger and desire more so than anything else.
Alex nods to himself a little, clapping a little in his acknowledgement of Miles Kasey. An explosion of cheers and claps for the mention of the new SCW Champion. Alex paces a little in the middle of the ring, taking a few steps one way, before taking a few back the other way.
Simone: A surprising moment of humility there.
Lunam: Maybe a bit o’ soberin’ from the loss at Into the Void.
Alexander Raven: It is no secret that last week, I was meant to be in that match against Carter and Miles with Cyrus Riddle. In an almost ironic twist of fate, I was bumped and replaced by the man I had been spending far too much of my focus on, Brandon Hendrix. What isn’t known is why I was bumped from that match. What isn’t really known is why I wasn’t advertised for Climax Control tonight. No savaging of the outcome, no brutal retort to a situation that I asked for. So that is why I am here.
A pained expression crosses Alex’s face as he comes to a stop, looking over the crowd. Another rough hand ran through his hair, pushing it from his face. The weight of the watch seemingly heavy on his slow moving hand. The slightest of tremors.
Alexander Raven: Not medically cleared. That is the simplest explanation for it. Desperation had driven me for months now. I could feel my body breaking down, my bones disintegrating and my muscles slowly coming apart. It is no secret that I have built a career on destroying my body, for this. For this right here.
Alex crouches down slowly, touching the wrestling mat. Slapping it a few times. This elicits a roar of support from the crowd. For better or worse, there is an underlying respect for Alexander Raven from the attending. Alex smiles a little, as he slowly stands himself back up.
Alexander Raven: I stand here tonight, not as Alexander Raven, The False Prophet, The Broken Messiah. Not as the Napalm Kingslayer, or the One True King. I don’t stand in this ring as that man tonight, because that man cannot do what he lives his life to do. To stand in this ring, and stare down any opponent across from him. To fight, to wrestle, to bleed. I stand here tonight simply as Alexander Rabenschwarz, a man who is not medically cleared to compete. A man who hid how much damage he sustained in his war with Carter Casey-Mckinney. Who has been on a ticking clock for much of the last couple years.
There is a solemn feeling in the crowd. Though the words haven’t been said, there is a feeling of what is to come. An eerie silence lingering in the air as Alex slowly lowers the microphone. He looks across the crowd, then down to the commentary team, and finally to the floor at his feet.
Simone: I don’t want to make any assumptions here, but the look in Alexander’s eyes feels kind of like a goodbye.
Lunam: Raven may not be the most popular man, but it’s hard to see him strugglin’ in such a way.
Alex slowly raises the microphone back up to his mouth, raising his head, his eyes hardened. His face removed of almost all emotion. A hollow looking man.
Alexander Raven: The truth is, I don’t know how many more matches I have left. I don’t know if I have almost anything left. I don’t know when I’ll get cleared. I don’t know if I will get cleared again. I knew my time in this ring, the only thing I’ve ever done with any level of success, was coming close. Desperate to prove myself one more time, I threw myself into the world to prove myself one more time. I nearly bled out on a beach in Puerto Rico when I lacerated my forearm going through a skylight. I went to war and bled in every part of the arena when I fought Carter. I nearly tore Amber Ryan’s arm off to win the Pro Wrestling Valor World Championship. The last eighteen months I have done more damage to myself than I have in my nearly twenty years of wrestling.
Alex turns around to look over the crowd, pulling his suit jacket off his shoulders slowly. Reaching up to unbutton his vest and shirt, and allowing them open. He slowly pulls all of it off. His shoulders are heavily taped with kinesio tape. Small fleshy scars dotting his back and chest. Bright bruising all over his torso, a battered man. A light gasp from the crowd at the evidence of the damage.
Alexander Raven: I stand before you, a broken and defeated man. As Alexander Rabenschwarz, a man whose wife is begging him to stop. A man who has lost his best friend, almost all my family, and now, I stand to lose this. I stand to lose my time in this ring. Tonight, I bare my map of wounds to you. To the world, and I simply ask. That you do not remember the desperate man, who threatened to destroy an entire family. That you do not remember the nastiness and the abuse. I simply ask that you remember the man who destroyed his body, for you. For those who cheer us, for those who boo us. For those who love and support us. I don’t know if this is goodbye, but I do know, I don’t have much left in me. I love you all. Thank you.
Alex smiles a little as he nods and looks over the crowd one more time, before lowering himself down and sitting in the middle of the ring, sticking his legs out. He begins to slowly unlace his shoes. A smattering of applause starts, before the entire crowd begins to clap in support for Alexander Raven. For the moment, an absolution of their hatred for him.
Simone: We’re sitting here a little shellshocked right now. For all the dramatics and horrible actions we’ve seen from Alexander Raven, you never want to see something go down this way.
Lunam: Ye’ got to tip ye’ hat to the man. It takes a lot to admit what he just did. If this truly is the end, thank you—
Suddenly, the lights in the arena turns out, leaving everything in the dark, the applause to die out, the crowd to express confusion. Then, the lights come on, and standing on the outside of the ring facing Alexander Raven stands Angelo Caito, Tony, Marco, and Matteo. Raven stops taking his boots off and scurries to his knees then to his feet, seemingly ready to fight the four men standing in front of him as the crowd gets loud and telling him to turn around. Listening to the crowd, Raven turns around and comes face to face with Brandon Hendrix himself.
Simone: Oh my God… Raven, we know you're a fighter, but you're not medically cleared. He's surrounded with all those thugs on every side of the ring!
Lunam: Raven is ‘bout as tough as the best of em’. Ye’ best believe he's going to fight till he cannot no more.
Brandon and Raven continue their staredown in the middle of the ring. Raven charges Brandon, but Hendrix stops this short in its tracks as he drops to his knees and rams his forearm right up into Raven's nuts. Raven falls into Brandon, boos raining down as an evil smile appears on the scarred face of The Death Match God. Brandon hurries to his feet and forces Alexander's head between his ribcage and his arm and then hooks both of Alexander's arms, lifts him up-
Simone: MAFIA! DAMNIT! BRANDON JUST DROPPED RAVEN ON HIS NECK! SOMEBODY STO-
Angelo Caito: (No Mic) Hey! Shut the fuck up and watch what happens when you fuck with the family!
Angelo then turns to Brandon, who's staring down at the pain ridden former World Champion, holding his neck unaware of what else is to come. Brandon slowly stands to his feet and backs himself to the ropes to where Angelo is and he sticks his hand out. Angelo reaches into his waistband and pulls out a bull peen hammer and sets the hammer into Brandon's hand. Brandon grips the hammer and walks back over to where Raven is, stalking him before lifting the hammer up and striking down on the ankle of Alexander, who grabs his ankle and yells in pain. Hendrix then swings the hammer right into the shoulder of The Broken Messiah that sends him back onto the mat. Brandon then stalked Raven before slamming the bull peen hammer into his other ankle now. Hendrix doesn't stop, nor does he waste time. He swings continuously into the right knee of Alexander Raven, each shot as dangerous as the other, strike upon strike before Brandon strikes the hammer to his stomach, causing Raven to start coughing violently.
Meanwhile, medical staff and crew members are trying to get into the ring to intervene, but the gang on the outside is preventing anyone from entering the ring while The Don continues to assault The Broken Messiah with the hammer. Brandon swings the hammer and cracks it into Alexander's chest. Brandon then lifts the hammer up and strikes down, this time hitting the skull of Alexander Raven. Brandon drops the hammer to his side and walks to where Raven put the microphone down before taking his boots off. Alexander is motionless after that hammer to the head, but Brandon uses that to drop beside him and place Raven’s head in Brandon’s lap.
Brandon Hendrix: Alex… while you lay here, hopefully able to hear me and hear everything I am going to say, I want you to listen to what I am going to say. You spent so much time keeping my name in your mouth, talking about what you will do to me for interfering in your match but now you want to talk about retirement? Not on my watch, you fucking coward. You knocked me off that apron and that dislodged a disc in my back and nearly prevented me from competing at Into The Void, and now I'm coming for my pound of flesh. You're not retiring, not until I'm done with you, bitch. But this? It goes on my time. You don't get to me until I say it's time to fight. Chase me if you want, but if you do…. Say goodbye to your family as it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Brandon drops the mic onto Raven’s chest and pushes his head off his lap. Brandon stands tall before slowly backing up to the ropes and backflips over the top rope and to the floor below next to Angelo. Marco, Matteo, and Tony all leave their sides of the ring and accompany Brandon as medical staff quickly enter the ring and attend to Alexander Raven. Brandon and Angelo look at each other and Angelo gives Brandon an approving pat on the back and the group starts to walk ringside and up the ramp. Brandon has been looking forward till he happens to look up and sees that Alex is being attended to and still has not come to from the hammer shot to the skull yet, and that makes Brandon smile some before him and his group walk through the curtain as the last seen visual of this segment is SCW medical attending to the former World Champion as the screen fades away.
The screen is black.
A low rumble builds. Purple lightning cracks across the darkness. The SCW logo flashes onto the screen in chrome and violet as a roaring crowd erupts.
Voice Over: This is not just another night under the lights.
A quick shot shows the six-sided SCW ring glowing in a packed arena. The camera dives through the ropes as the crowd chants.
Voice Over: This is not just another fight for glory.
The screen glitches like a video game loading screen. The words “SCW: BREAK THE LIMIT” slam into view with an explosive burst of purple sparks.
Voice Over: This is SCW: Break The Limit!
Cut to gameplay footage. Miles Kasey stands in the center of the six-sided ring with the World Championship raised high above his head. Fireworks blast from the stage as the crowd goes wild.
Voice Over: Step into the boots of SCW’s greatest superstars and fight your way through the most intense wrestling experience ever created!
Miles charges forward and ducks a clothesline. He rebounds off the ropes, launches himself into the air, and takes his opponent down with a flying forearm.
Voice Over: Play as Miles Kasey and prove why champions are not born. They are built, tested, and pushed beyond every limit.
The scene cuts hard to Logan Hunter standing in a dimly lit backstage corridor. He cracks his neck, smirks, and attacks an opponent near a production crate.
Voice Over: Or embrace the darkness with Logan Hunter, where every hallway, every arena, and every match becomes hunting ground.
Logan slams his opponent against a steel equipment case, then the screen flashes with the words “BACKSTAGE BRAWL.”
Voice Over: Take the fight beyond the ring with brutal backstage combat, arena-wide chaos, and rivalries that follow you everywhere.
Cut to Brittany Williams strutting down the entrance ramp with the Bombshell Roulette Championship over her shoulder. She blows a kiss to the booing crowd, then suddenly sprints into the ring.
Voice Over: Dominate the Bombshell division as Brittany Williams, where attitude, arrogance, and championship gold come together in one dangerous package.
Brittany counters a suplex, lands on her feet, and delivers a sharp kick before hitting a devastating finisher. The screen shakes on impact.
Voice Over: Every counter matters. Every strike counts. Every second can change your career.
Mercedes Vargas appears next, standing beneath a wall of championship imagery and career highlights. The screen cycles through stats, win records, and historic match clips.
Voice Over: Rewrite history with Mercedes Vargas, a veteran of the squared circle who knows every trick, every hold, and every way to make an opponent regret showing up.
Mercedes catches an opponent in a submission hold at the center of the ring. The controller prompt flashes: “TAP OR ESCAPE.”
Voice Over: Master technical wrestling, high-impact offense, and momentum-shifting reversals in a system built for strategy as much as destruction. Shocking, really, that wrestling requires thinking. Someone alert the internet.
Cut to Ciaran Doyle walking through a wall of smoke, eyes locked on the ring. The crowd cheers as green and white lights sweep across the arena.
Voice Over: Rise with Ciaran Doyle and take the fight to anyone standing between you and greatness.
Ciaran springboards off the ropes and lands a breathtaking aerial attack. The camera freezes mid-impact before snapping back into full-speed action.
Voice Over: Fly higher. Strike faster. Hit harder.
The screen cuts to Brandon Hendrix in the ring, jawing with the fans before turning straight toward the camera. He smirks, then motions for his opponent to get up.
Voice Over: Talk big. Fight bigger. With Brandon Hendrix, confidence is not optional. It is part of the moveset.
Brandon catches an opponent charging in and plants them with a thunderous spinebuster. The arena lights flash with every impact.
Voice Over: Build rivalries, cut promos, climb rankings, and make every enemy wish they had picked a safer career. Like accounting. Still miserable, but fewer chair shots.
Ryan Keys appears next, standing on the turnbuckle as the crowd chants his name. The Roulette Championship gleams under the lights.
Voice Over: Unlock chaos with Ryan Keys in unpredictable match types where the rules can change, the stakes can rise, and survival is never guaranteed.
The Roulette wheel spins on screen: Tables Match. Ladder Match. Falls Count Anywhere. Submission Match. Overboard Gauntlet.
Voice Over: Spin the wheel. Accept your fate. Then fight like everything depends on it.
Ryan dives from the top rope through an opponent on the outside. The screen flashes: “HOLY SCW!”
Cut to Bulldog Bill Barnhart stomping down the ramp with Bea Barnhart shouting encouragement behind him from ringside. Bill glares into the camera, cracking his knuckles.
Voice Over: And when subtlety fails, which it usually does because humanity invented wrestling, unleash Bulldog Bill Barnhart.
Bill shoves an opponent into the corner, hammers away with heavy strikes, then lifts them for a crushing powerslam.
Voice Over: Use raw power, old-school toughness, and pure stubbornness to bulldoze your way through the competition.
Cut to online gameplay. Multiple player names appear above wrestlers entering the ring.
Voice Over: Take the battle online and challenge players around the world in one-on-one matches, tag team wars, gauntlets, tournaments, and six-sided mayhem.
The six-sided ring is shown clearly from above as six wrestlers circle one another.
Voice Over: Six sides. Endless possibilities.
The action explodes. Miles hits a finishing move. Brittany breaks up a pin. Logan drags someone from the ring. Mercedes locks in a submission. Ciaran flies from the top. Bill charges through two opponents. Ryan climbs the ropes. Brandon poses while everyone else fights, because naturally.
Voice Over: Every superstar has a style. Every match has a story. Every moment can become legendary.
The screen cuts to a cinematic shot aboard a cruise ship. The six-sided ring stands beneath the night sky as ocean waves crash below.
Voice Over: Experience special SCW events, including Summer XXXTreme, where the action does not stop at the ropes.
A wrestler is thrown overboard in dramatic slow motion. Water explodes upward.
Voice Over: Fight in the Overboard Gauntlet, where eliminations send your opponent into the ocean and the last two competitors battle to crown the champion.
Back to the arena. The camera sweeps across the roaring crowd as purple lightning strikes the stage.
Voice Over: Step into the action. Defy every limit. Become legend.
The screen cuts to black.
Voice Over: SCW: Break The Limit. Six sides. One destiny.
Simone: Welcome back to this year’s King for a Day Show and it’s time for our Main Event! Ryan Keys won the right to book his own Climax Control at Into the Void and tonight he’s using that power to challenge Zayvian Lyons for the Roulette Title!
Lunam: It should be noted that while the stipulations in the Roulette Division are normally randomized? Ryan went ahead and booked this as an Extreme Rules Match for reasons known only to him! Zayvian just won the Roulette Title from Logan Hunter at Into the Void but he is looking to break the rcent trend of one and done champions!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! THIS EXTREME RULES MATCH IS FOR THE ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP!
The arena lights dim as neon strobes flash across the stage. When “I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?” hits, Ryan Keys bursts through the curtain with his usual electric energy, arms wide as he hypes the crowd. Walking out behind him is Aron Baltasarsson, a multi-time Manager of the Year, calm and composed as he accompanies Ryan down the ramp.
Justin: Introducing the challenger, from Las Vegas, Nevade, weighing 215ibs he is the 2026 King for a Day “The Life of the Party” RYAN KEYS!
Ryan slaps hands with fans before sliding into the ring and springing onto the turnbuckle, tossing his sunglasses into the crowd with a grin. At ringside, Aron cups his hands and shouts toward the ring in his Icelandic accent, “Show them why you are the life of the party, Ryan!” before taking his place at ringside.
Simone: Last week we saw Frankie Holiday fall short when she tried to use her powers to become a two time World Bombshell Champion in her match against Victoria Lyons and now? Ryan’s got his sights on the Roulette Gold.
Lunam: Considering he lost the title at the beginning of the Abruisement Park Tour to Logan? That much is clear!
Justin: And his opponent!
“Backyard Boogie” by Mack 10 hits and Zayvion Lyons explodes through the curtain already dancing—shoulders rolling, feet bouncing, moving like he’s stepped straight out of a backyard party. He grins wide, throwing a quick two-step before pointing out to the crowd as if inviting them to move with him.
Cleo Phillips follows a few steps behind, composed and stone-faced, letting Zayvion steal every ounce of attention while she watches the surroundings like a strategist, though this time? She’s pushing something.
Simone: Is that a trolley full of weapons?
Lunam: Guess Zayvian and Cleo decided to come prepared!
Justin: Being accompanied by Cleo Phelps, from Inglewood, California, he is the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion “Flyin’” Zayvian Lyons!
Zayvion dances his way down the ramp instead of walking—mixing in a smooth shuffle, a quick spin, and a playful bounce as he slaps hands on both sides. Halfway down, he stops, hits a bigger move to the beat—arms swinging, feet tapping—then laughs and nods as the crowd reacts.
At ringside, he helps Cleo throw weapons into the ring and Justin quickly bails from the ring while Dawn takes cover at ringside, however when they pick up the Trolley to throw into the ring Ryan Baseball Slides it into their chests before hitting Zayvian with a Springboard Crossbody! Upon realizing that the match has more or less started Dawn calls for the bell, starting the match.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our main event is underway!
Lunam: This will be good.
Once the bell rings the two men start trading blows while on the floor while Cleo regains her bearings, Zayvian manages to grab a kendo sick that bounced off the top rope and landed near them and whacks Ryan across the back with it, breaking the brawl in the process! Zayvian rolls Ryan back into the ring and follows him in, stick still in hand, and fellows that up with a White Russian Leg Sweep onto a trash can!
Simone: Ryan’s gong to feel that in the morning!
Lunam: I’m not sure who got the worst from that exchange Belinda!
Zayvian goes for the first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan gets the shoulder up! Zayvian shakes his head before tossing aside the ruined trash can and getting ready to swing again with the Kendo Stick as he waits for Ryan to get back to his feet! However his time? Ryan ducks at the last moment causing the stick to bounce off the top rope and whack Zayvian in the head! Zayvian stumbles backwards and Ryan DDTs him onto a chair!
Simone: We knew this was going to be a violent affair and Ryan and Zayvian are living up to it!
Lunam: And then some!
Ryan follows that up by heading to the top rope and hitting a moonsault on Zayvian before going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvian kicks out! Ryan shakes his head before he tries for another moonsault but this time? Cleo distracts him by calling him out for the trolley incident and Ryan tries to defend himself only for Zayvian to run up behind him and send Ryan flying across the ring with a release German Suplex!
Simone: Guess Cleo got tired of waiting for Ryan to apologize.
Lunam: He still went flying, just not in the way he intended!
Ryan rolls to the outside of the ring before Zayvian can follow through on the move but Zayvian takes the chair he was previously DDTed on and sets it in a sitting position before getting a running start and using the chair as a springboard for a Suicide Dive! Zayvian then rolls Ryan back into the ring and follows him in before going for a pin on Ryan!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Zayvian shakes his head before he starts looking for another weapon to use.
Simone: Ryan’s got the champ frustrated, he’s not staying down!
Lunam: And Cleo is trying to keep Zayvian focussed.
Zayvian rolls out to the apron and starts measuring Ryan up for a Springboard Crossbody from the apron but when Zayvian goes for the move? Ryan responds by throwing a literal stop sign at his midsection, causing him to crash and burn! Ryan follows that up with a Standing Shooting Star Press before he goes for a pin and Dawn slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvian kicks out! Ryan tries again, hooking both legs this time!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvian still kicks out!
Simone: Two kick outs in a row from Zayvian, he’s making Ryan work for that title.
Lunam: And Ryan’s making him work to keep it!
Ryan looks up at Dawn in shock before he rolls out onto the ring apron and measures Zayvian up, Ryan goes for a Springboard Flying Forearm but Zayvian catches him mid-air with a Powerslam before going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out! Zayvian remains undaunted though as he follows that up with a Standing Moonsault and then a Standing Shooting Star Press and goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan still kicks out!
Simone: They are throwing everything but the kitchen sink at each other!
Lunam: Give it a few minutes and we might get a kitchen sink!
Meanwhile outside the ring Cleo has grabbed a table from underneath the ring and has it set up next to the ring apron, Aron asks what she’s doing but Cleo ignores him before grabbing a bottle of lighter fluid and pouring it over the table.
Simone: I think things are about to get hot under the pressure!
Lunam: As if the pressure wasn’t hot enough already!
Indeed before Aron can stop her Cleo drops a lit match onto the table, setting it alight! Cleo then calls out to Zayvion and points to the table, causing him to het the idea immediately! Zayvian picks up Ryan and goes to throw him to the outside but Ryan reverses it! Zayvian lands on the apron and barely avoids falling through the table, but then?
Simone: OH MY GOD! RYAN JUST SPEARED ZAYVIAN THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE!
Lunam: AND AGAIN, I DON’T KNOW WHO GOT THE WORST OF THAT!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Production assistants rush to the scene and put out the fire but neither Zayvian or Ryan are moving at first and Cleo and Aron got worried, after a few seconds Ryan stirs, dragging Zayvian up with him and rolls the champion back into the ring where Ryan goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: HOW?! HOW DID ZAYVIAN KICK OUT?!
Lunam: The time it took for Ryan to move must’ve played a huge factor!
Ryan can’t believe that wasn’t three as he gets to his feet and looks at Dawn in disbelief but not only does she confirm that that was two but she is just as shocked as Ryan! Zayvian gets to his feet and spins Ryan around before kicking him in the gutt and going for his Springboard variant of the Lyons Roar!
Simone: Zayvian is up and is going for his Lyons Roar!
Lunam: Can he hit it?!
Zayvian goes for his finisher but Ryan ducks out of the way before Zayvian can grab his head! Zayvian goes for another kick but Ryan traps his leg and hits a Spin Kick!
Simone: RYAN JUST HIT THE AFTER PARTY!
Lunam: Zayvian is out! Stick a fork in him, he’s done!
Ryan goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW SCW ROULETTE CHAMOPION, RYAN KEYS!
Simone: RYAN HAS DONE IT! HE’S WON THE ROUETTE TITLE!
Lunam: THAT TITLE IS BEING PASSED AROUND MORE THAN…………YOU KNOW WHAT? NEVER MIND!
Ryan celebrates his win with his new title and Aron While Cleo and Dawn check on Zayvian! The crowd inside the Grossinger Motors Arena is on its feet as Ryan Keys drops to his knees in the center of the ring, clutching the SCW Roulette Championship to his chest. Aron slides into the ring and throws his arms around Ryan, celebrating with him as the referee raises Ryan’s hand high into the air!
Across the ring, Cleo and Dawn kneel beside Zayvian Lyons, checking on him after the brutal ending. Zayvian is stirring, but he is clearly dazed after taking the After Party!
Ryan rises back to his feet and holds the Roulette Championship high above his head as the fans cheer loudly!
Simone: What an ending! What a night! Ryan Keys has done it! He has survived Zayvian Lyons and walked out of Bloomington as the brand new SCW Roulette Champion!
Lunam: And he earned it! Zayvian had him in trouble more than once, but Ryan Keys ducked, dodged, kicked, and somehow found a way to pull that win out! The After Party landed clean, and Zayvian never saw it coming!
Simone: This has been one unbelievable edition of Climax Control from the Grossinger Motors Arena! We saw tempers flare backstage between Helluva Bottom Carter and Logan Hunter! We saw champions tested, rivalries explode, and tonight, we end with a new Roulette Champion standing tall!
Lunam: And let’s be honest, Simone, after what we saw tonight, next week might need extra security, extra referees, and maybe a crisis counselor. This roster is coming apart at the seams, and apparently everyone is bringing scissors!
Ryan climbs the turnbuckles and raises the Roulette Championship again as the crowd cheers even louder. Aron applauds from the ring, pointing up at Ryan as the new champion looks out over the arena with a wide, emotional smile.
Simone: And speaking of next week, Sin City Wrestling continues to make history! Next Sunday night, SCW debuts in Indianapolis, Indiana!
Lunam: That’s right! We are headed to the Indiana Farmers Coliseum, and after what happened here tonight, Indianapolis better be ready! New champions, heated rivalries, unfinished business, and probably at least one person making a terrible life decision on live television!
Simone: For Jason Lunam, I’m Belinda Simone. Thank you for joining us for SCW Climax Control! We will see you next week in Indianapolis!
Lunam: Goodnight, everybody! And congratulations to Ryan Keys! Your new SCW Roulette Champion!
Ryan steps down from the ropes and stands in the center of the ring as Aron hands him the Roulette Championship. Ryan looks down at the title, then lifts it high one more time as the fans erupt into cheers!
Cleo and Dawn help Zayvian sit up near ringside while he glares toward the ring, realizing what has just happened. Inside the ring, Ryan Keys keeps celebrating, soaking in the biggest moment of his SCW career as the fans chant his name!
Crowd: RYAN! RYAN! RYAN!
Ryan taps the faceplate of the Roulette Championship, then points out to the cheering fans before raising the title above his head one final time.
The camera pulls back to a wide shot of the ring, the new champion standing tall beneath the bright arena lights as Climax Control comes to an end.
The screen fades to credits.
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!