The scene opens with a sweeping aerial shot over the heart of Indianapolis, Indiana, as the city glows beneath the setting sun. The camera rushes over the legendary Indianapolis Motor Speedway. The image cuts to a flash of open-wheel race cars screaming around the track as the crowd in the stands rises to its feet!
The montage continues into downtown Indianapolis, where Monument Circle stands proudly. Traffic winds around the circle, the city alive. The camera then sweeps toward Gainbridge Fieldhouse, home of Indiana basketball passion, where the love of the game runs deep!
The scene then transitions outside the Indiana Farmers Coliseum, where the sun is setting behind the historic venue. Hundreds upon hundreds of SCW fans line up outside, packed shoulder to shoulder and buzzing with anticipation! Some fans wave toward the cameras. Others cheer, shout, clap, and throw their arms into the air as the cameras pass by them, capturing the excitement of a city ready for a night of Sin City Wrestling action!
The shot cuts inside the Indiana Farmers Coliseum, where the atmosphere explodes!
The cameras pan across thousands of cheering, screaming fans packed into the arena! The crowd is on its feet, waving signs for their favorites! Lights sweep over the audience in brilliant flashes of blue, white, and gold!
The camera finally settles on the six-sided ring, where SCW’s ring announcer, Justin Decent, stands proudly in the center. Justin is dressed in a black, sleeveless, open-front leather vest that leaves his sculpted chest and abs exposed beneath the arena lights. His matching black leather pants hug his frame, with silver studs down the sides and a glittering belt buckle. A microphone rests in hand as he turns slowly, soaking in the welcome from the fans!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Wrestling fans of all ages! Welcome to the historic Indiana Farmers Coliseum in Indianapolis, Indiana!
The fans erupt all over again!
Justin: Tonight, Sin City Wrestling comes roaring into the Circle City, and we are officially on the next stop on the Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV!
The crowd cheers louder as the camera pans over more screaming fans.
Justin: We are just weeks away from the biggest party of the summer, and tonight, every win matters! Every grudge gets hotter! Every champion, every contender, every rising star, and every enemy in the locker room knows that Climax Control is where the road gets rough, the stakes get higher, and the spotlight burns brighter!
Justin turns toward one side of the arena, gesturing grandly to the fans.
Justin: Indianapolis, you are in for one hell of a night! We have hard-hitting action! We have rivalries ready to explode! We have champions watching their backs, challengers sharpening their knives, and SCW superstars ready to leave it all inside this six-sided ring!
The crowd roars as Justin smiles into the camera.
Justin: But before we get this show underway, you know we have to do this properly! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the woman who puts the glamour in spectacle, the sparkle in scandal, and the fabulous in absolutely everything she touches!
Justin extends his arm toward the entrance stage.
Justin: Indianapolis, get on your feet for SCW’s Hostess With the Mostess, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Campy, theatrical music blares through the Indiana Farmers Coliseum as the lights shift to pinks, purples, and shimmering gold. The fans rise with cheers and applause as Miss Amanda Hugginkiss sweeps out onto the stage like a one-woman Broadway emergency.
Amanda is dressed in a wildly exaggerated racing-inspired showgirl outfit, paying tribute to Indianapolis in the most Amanda way possible. She wears a sparkling checkered-flag corset cinched dramatically at the waist, with silver fringe spilling over her hips and fluttering with every step. A towering feathered headpiece rises from her perfectly styled hair, decorated with miniature toy race cars, rhinestones, and tiny black-and-white flags.
Amanda places the back of one gloved hand to her forehead and pretends to swoon from the applause.
Amanda: Oh, stop it! Stop it right now! You’ll make a lady blush, and if this face turns any redder, the Indy 500 is going to mistake me for the pace car!
The crowd laughs and cheers as Amanda fans herself dramatically.
Amanda: Indianapolis, how are you tonight?
The fans answer with a loud ovation.
Amanda: Oh, listen to you! I knew this city had horsepower, but honey, nobody told me you were all running on premium unleaded!
Amanda struts across the stage, letting the applause rise again before leaning toward the fans near the barricade.
Amanda: And may I just say, Indianapolis is a city after my own heart. You have fast cars, tall monuments, basketball fever, and enough tenderloins to make a cardiologist buy a second boat!
The crowd laughs as Amanda places both hands over her heart.
Amanda: Truly, I feel seen. I feel welcomed. I feel lightly breaded and deep fried.
Amanda turns her attention toward a young fan near the stage, a slim, fashionable twink sort with perfectly styled blond hair, a cropped mesh top, glitter on his cheekbones, and a look that says he absolutely practiced his pose before leaving the house.
Amanda: Well, hello there, sugar plum. What is your name?
Fan: Parker!
Amanda: Parker! Of course it is. You look like you were named by a candle company and raised by a mirror ball.
The fans laugh as Parker grins and waves.
Amanda: Now, Parker, tell Auntie Amanda. What do you do for a living?
Parker proudly cups his hands around his mouth and shouts back.
Fan: I’m a drag queen comedienne!
Amanda freezes and her smile vanishes. She slowly turns her head toward the camera with a look of deep suspicion.
Amanda: Security.
The crowd bursts into laughter. Amanda looks Parker up and down, then points at him with one long, sparkling fingernail.
Amanda: A drag queen comedienne? In my section? At my show? During my spotlight?
She takes a step back and clutches her chest.
Amanda: Indianapolis, I came out here expecting cheers, applause, and maybe one emotionally available man. I did not come out here expecting professional competition!
Parker laughs as the crowd cheers him on. Amanda narrows her eyes playfully.
Amanda: Parker, darling, I am going to let this slide because you are adorable, the cheekbones are working, and frankly, those lashes have paid rent in better neighborhoods than I have.
The crowd applauds as Amanda gives him an exaggerated little bow.
Amanda: But keep one thing in mind, sweetheart. There is room in this world for many queens, but there is only one Hostess With the Mostess!
Amanda turns back toward the center of the stage, lifting both arms as the fans cheer.
Amanda: And now, my beautiful Indianapolis darlings, it is time to begin this show properly! We have wrestling. We have drama. We have bodies flying, tempers boiling, and probably at least one person backstage making a terrible decision in leather pants!
She pauses and smiles broadly.
Amanda: But first, as is tradition, we begin with a song!
Amanda strikes a grand pose as the lights shift again, bright and theatrical. The opening notes of her music begin to play, swelling through the Indiana Farmers Coliseum as the crowd cheers in anticipation.
Amanda: When I was a little queen, before I had a crown,
I strutted through the living room in mama’s dressing gown.
The boys were out there throwing balls and making lots of noise,
I was teaching teddy bears to pose and scandalizing toys.
I didn’t need a castle, just a hallway and a fan,
A bedsheet for a ballgown and a very nervous man.
My daddy said, “Go mow the lawn,” I said, “I might, perhaps,
But first I need a costume change and six dramatic claps.”
When I was a little queen, I knew I had the spark,
I glittered before breakfast and I lip-synced after dark.
They said, “You’re being extra,” I said, “Thank you, that’s the point,”
Then did a baby death drop and dislocated half a joint.
When I was a little queen, I ruled without a throne,
I turned a plastic hairbrush into my first microphone.
They said, “Act like a child,” I said, “I’m booked at half past three,”
For a sold-out bedroom matinee starring fabulous little me.
At school I was a problem, but a glamorous one at that,
I wore a paper crown and told the teacher, “Love the hat.”
She said, “This is not theater,” I said, “That’s where you’re wrong,”
Then made the class do jazz hands when we learned the cleanup song.
At lunch I had no appetite for mystery meat surprise,
I was busy giving side-eye to the lunch lady’s brows and eyes.
She said, “Young child, sit down right now,” I said, “I shall not sit,
Until this cafeteria gets lighting that will fit.”
When I was a little queen, I knew I had the spark,
I glittered before breakfast and I lip-synced after dark.
They said, “You’re being extra,” I said, “Thank you, that’s the point,”
Then did a baby death drop and dislocated half a joint.
When I was a little queen, I ruled without a throne,
I turned a plastic hairbrush into my first microphone.
They said, “Act like a child,” I said, “I’m booked at half past three,”
For a sold-out bedroom matinee starring fabulous little me.
My grandma caught me sneaking in her powder and perfume,
I said, “Don’t worry, darling, I’m just brightening the room.”
My uncle said, “That walk is weird,” I said, “That walk is paid,”
Then sashayed past his recliner like the Macy’s parade.
And yes, I was grounded.
Many times.
But baby, you cannot ground an icon.
You can only temporarily restrict her from the good towels.
I hosted tea for action dolls and married three of them,
Then divorced all by supper for their lack of proper hem.
I charged my cousins five cents just to watch me take a bow,
And now they’re shocked that tickets cost a whole lot more somehow.
I made a wig from tinsel and a heel from building blocks,
I stole my mother’s lipstick and blamed it on the socks.
The family prayed for patience, but the Lord looked down and grinned,
And said, “That child’s not a problem, that’s a hurricane with pins.”
When I was a little queen, I knew I had the spark,
I glittered before breakfast and I lip-synced after dark.
They said, “You’re being extra,” I said, “Thank you, that’s the point,”
Then did a baby death drop and dislocated half a joint.
When I was a little queen, I ruled without a throne,
I turned a plastic hairbrush into my first microphone.
They said, “Act like a child,” I said, “I’m booked at half past three,”
For a sold-out bedroom matinee starring fabulous little me.
So toast the little queens who made the hallway into Rome,
Who found their royal sparkle in the curtains of their home.
I may be grown and gorgeous now, but darling, truth is seen,
Before I was your favorite diva...
I was just a little queen!
As the final note of Amanda’s song rings out through the Indiana Farmers Coliseum, the fans respond with a thunderous wave of cheers and applause! The entire arena comes alive, the Indianapolis crowd on its feet as Amanda Hugginkiss stands at center stage, one hand pressed dramatically over her heart and the other lifted high above her head.
Amanda slowly lowers her arm and reacts to the favorable response with all the subtle dignity and grace of a foghorn.
Amanda: OH, YOU BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! LISTEN TO THAT! LISTEN TO IT! THAT IS THE SOUND OF GOOD TASTE FINALLY RETURNING TO THE MIDWEST!
The crowd laughs and cheers even louder as Amanda throws both arms wide, accepting the applause like she has just been crowned queen of the entire state of Indiana.
Amanda: Indianapolis, I am humbled! I am moved! I am deeply touched in ways my attorney has advised me not to describe on a live broadcast!
Amanda gives one final theatrical bow as the fans applaud once again. She turns with a flourish, her feathered headpiece bouncing, her rhinestones catching the lights, and then she vanishes backstage behind the curtains.
The camera cuts away from the stage and transitions to ringside, where the broadcast table is set beside the six-sided ring. Seated behind it are SCW’s commentary team, Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam.
Belinda Simone looks polished and professional in a tasteful cream blouse tucked beneath a navy tailored blazer, with matching slacks and simple silver jewelry adding just the right amount of shine under the arena lights. Beside her, Erik Lunam looks like he has stepped out of a punk rock fever dream. He wears a black mesh shirt beneath a cropped red and black jacket covered in patches, pins, straps, and silver hardware. His dark trousers are ripped at the knees, his boots are chunky and scuffed, and rings glint across his fingers as he adjusts his headset with a cocky grin.
Simone: Welcome, everyone, to Indianapolis, Indiana, and welcome to the historic Indiana Farmers Coliseum! We are live for another action-packed edition of SCW Climax Control, and judging by this crowd, the Circle City is more than ready for Sin City Wrestling!
Lunam: Ah, would ye listen to them, Belinda! The roof might not make it through the night if they keep this up! Indianapolis has come alive, the fans are fired up, and I swear on me best boots, there’s electricity in the air already!
Simone: There absolutely is! Tonight marks the next stop on the Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV, and that means every match, every confrontation, and every moment carries even more weight as we move closer to one of the biggest events on the SCW calendar!
Lunam: Aye, and this is the time of year where everyone starts lookin’ over their shoulder! Champions feel the pressure. Challengers start swingin’ harder. Rivals get nastier. And the ones hungry for opportunity? They’ll run through a brick wall if it gets them one step closer to that cruise!
Simone: Summer XXXTreme is unlike anything else in professional wrestling, and the road there is never smooth. We have seen careers change forever on this road, Erik. We have seen grudges boil over, contenders rise from nowhere, and champions find out just how dangerous the view from the top can be.
Lunam: That’s the truth of it! The Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV is paved with bruises, bad intentions, and plenty of broken pride! And tonight, right here in Indianapolis, I’ve got a feelin’ we’re goin’ to see more than a few people make statements they can’t take back!
Simone: We have an exciting night ahead of us, fans! The SCW superstars are here, the Indiana Farmers Coliseum is rocking, and Climax Control is ready to deliver in a major way!
Lunam: So strap yourselves in, folks! The engines are revvin’, the crowd is roarin’, and SCW is ready to tear Indianapolis wide open!
Simone: We have an exciting show tonight, and we are ready to get things started!
Lunam: And we’re wastin’ no time tonight, are we now? We’re kickin’ things off with Cassie Wolfe, steppin’ inside that six-sided ring to go one-on-one with the better half of Brayden Williams in every sense of the word, Carleigh “Crave” Annis! Now the real question is where Cassie’s head is at! She’s got Kat Jones in her sights, she’s got the Bombshell Internet Championship dancin’ around in that crafty little mind of hers, and if she spends even one second lookin’ past Carleigh tonight, Crave may just make her regret it!
Simone: Coming up next, we have a match that could tell us a great deal about where the Roulette Championship picture is heading on the Road to Summer XXXTreme XIV! Last week, Ciarán Doyle survived the chaos of the King’s Ransom and secured his place in the Ultimate X match for the Roulette Championship! But tonight, Ciarán is not getting a warm-up, he is getting a former Roulette Champion in Zayvion Lyons! Zayvion knows exactly what it means to carry that championship, he knows the pressure, he knows the pride, and he knows what kind of statement he can make by stopping Ciarán’s momentum cold before Summer XXXTreme ever arrives! Ciarán may have his ticket punched for Ultimate X, but if he wants to prove he belongs in that title match, he has to step into the ring tonight with a man who has already been where Ciarán is trying to go!
Lunam: And next up, we’ve got ourselves a clash that could shake the Bombshell division right down to its bones! Former World Champion and 2025 Blast From the Past Champion Frankie Holliday steps inside that six-sided ring against the woman they call the Queen of Hardcore, Bella Madison! Frankie may have the résumé, the confidence, and the championship pedigree, but Bella has grit, fire, and a hardcore heart that just won’t quit! Indianapolis, buckle in, because this one has the makin’s of a proper fight!
Simone: Coming up next, the brand new Roulette Champion Ryan Keys steps into the six-sided ring for a non-title match against one of SCW’s toughest and most experienced veterans, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart! Tonight is exactly the kind of match that can humble a new champion in a hurry, because Bill Barnhart is not impressed by momentum, he is not intimidated by gold, and he is not the kind of man who steps aside just because someone has a title around their waist! The title may not be on the line tonight, but pride, credibility, and momentum absolutely are!
Lunam: And now, Indianapolis, it’s time for the Main Event of the evenin’, and what a collision we’ve got comin’ our way! The Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway steps into the six-sided ring for a non-title match against none other than the “Great One” herself, Mercedes Vargas! Now Alexandra has that championship around her waist, and with it comes all the pressure, all the pride, and every hungry contender in the division watchin’ for even the smallest sign of weakness! But Mercedes Vargas is no ordinary opponent, is she? She’s experienced, she’s decorated, she’s crafty as they come, and even while she’s got her sights set on the World Bombshell Champion Victoria Lyons, that does not mean she’s lookin’ past Alexandra tonight! If anything, a win over the Bombshell Internet Champion would send a loud and clear message to Victoria, to Alexandra, and to every woman in that locker room! Alexandra wants to defend her place as champion, Mercedes wants to remind everyone why she calls herself the Great One, and when those two ambitions meet in the Main Event, we’re bound to get fireworks!
Simone: All of this action and so much more on SCW Climax Control!
The cameras cut to that of a cruise ship and we are poolside as we can see a red haired figured sunbathing. The figure has a virgin Pina Colada in her hands and she is all grins as the sun hits her bikini attire body. She slowly sits up and removes her sunglasses revealing herself to be none other than SCW Hall of Famer Crystal Zdunich. She walks with the frozen drink in her hand as she leans over the railing of the ship as she gazes out into the distance.
Crystal: Isn’t this magical just being aboard the board and gazing out into that of the Pacific Ocean.
She takes a sip of her drink as she smirks nodding her head as she begins to speak some more.
Crystal: I know it was only a couple of months ago when I retired from in ring competition in SCW but you know I just couldn’t stay away. After all SCW is about to go to my backyard of Los Angeles and we are going to be at sea for the best event of the entire summer. Who wants to get a little extreme?! Who wants to get Summer XXXtreme?!
Crystal nods her head with a very wicked grin as she licks her lips and turns to face the camera.
Crystal: Of course I want to get a little XXXtreme and as quick as I announced my departure from SCW I am here to announce that I know where I will be this Summer! You can catch my official return to SCW at Summer XXXtreme and for the first time Christian Underwood and I won’t be at war with one another over my accommodations aboard the Sun Princess because I have been granted to have one of the best rooms aboard the entire ship.
Crystal smiles.
Crystal: I know what you are thinking, how is this possible and that in itself is simple. I did I am returning but it won’t be in a wrestling capacity. I am actually Christian’s very special guest because you are looking at the woman who will be the HOST FOR SUMMER XXXTREME! It’s going to be a fun time and you definitely don’t want to miss it. Come aboard our cruise and watch as the only 6 time World Champion hosts our biggest event of the summer. Can’t wait to see all of you there!!!
Crystal waves to the camera before she runs and jumps into the pool, and it’s on that image that we fade to elsewhere.
We cut to the backstage area where we see “The Judas Wolfe” Cassie Wolfe standing by with her entourage, Krystal is standing to the side while Riley and Lexie lean against the wall.
Cassie: I have a non-title win over Alexandra, meanwhile Kat Jones can’t win a Triple Threat Match against Seleana Zdunich and Harper Mason, not to mention spearing me through a table unprovoked!
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: When are people going to realize that I am more worthy of the first shot at Alexandra than Kat?
Krystal: Good question.
Lexie: It’s a damn joke!
Riley: And Kat’s the punchline!
Cassie: Maybe they should’ve spayed this cat long ago.
Cassie scoffs.
Cassie: Tonight, I’m going to make an example of this newcomer and make sure that Kat and Alexandra get it loud and clear!
Lexie: And Harper?
Lexie makes the cut throat motion with her thumb.
Lexie: I dare you to get involved!
The four women walk off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
The arena lights suddenly cut to black. A low murmur begins to run all across the crowd.
“County road…”
The opening line of Gunpowder & Lead by Miranda Lambert begins to play, echoing through the arena. A soft pink spotlight flickers on at the top of the stage… then fades into a mix of pink and warm southern gold lighting. As the beat begins to build a Loud boom begins to go off.
BOOM!!!!
A quick burst of gold pyro shoots up on both sides of the stage.
Justin: Making her way to the ring being accompanied by Brayden Williams. Standing in at 5’3 and 119 pounds she is Carleigh-Raye Annis “CRAVE”
Carleigh-Raye “CRAVE” Annis steps out from behind the curtains. The petite blonde pauses at the top of the ramp, one hand on her hip, the other brushing through her hair. She wears shimmering pink-and-white gear with a glamorous, model-style design, catching the light as she smirks out at the crowd. Standing just behind her is Brayden Williams, who gives her a confident nod. CRAVE takes a few slow steps forward, her walk full of southern swagger and runway confidence. She scans the crowd, soaking in all of the cheers. She blows kisses out to everybody as she playfully begins to walk towards the ring. She stops halfway down the ramp, turns slightly, and gives a playful wink before doing a smooth spin, letting the lights reflect off her gear. She continues to walk and brushes her fingers along the barricade. She gets cheers in return and that’s when she blows kisses to the crowd and receives louder cheers.. She smiles with a wave and continues to walk. At ringside, Brayden quickly moves ahead and holds the ropes open. CRAVE steps onto the apron, pauses, and wipes her boots carefully before sliding into the ring.
She climbs the second turnbuckle, facing the crowd. As her music picks up she strikes a pose placing her hands together in a small heart… then breaks it apart with a smirk, pointing out toward the audience.
CRAVE backs into her corner, stretching against the ropes with gymnast-like flexibility before flipping her hair and waits for her opponent…
Justin: And her opponent…
"Un Bon Souvenir" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie walks out, vibing to the heavy riff, she is soon accompanied by Krystal and the half-sisters share a fist bump.
Justin: Introducing, from Grenock, South Australia and being accompanied by Krystal Wolfe, she is "The Judas Wolfe" CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie marches down to the ring and rolls in stopping at the centre and assuming a kneeling pose while staring down her fans, she stands up straight as Krystal joins her and retreats to a corner.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Moving from their corner, Wolfe and Annis move to the centre of the ring, where Wolfe begins to insult Annis, which Annis exchanges a few words back, which Wolfe gives Annis a shove and Annis shakes her head and replies with a shove of her own before Wolfe grabs Annis into a headlock, which Annis gives Wolfe a shove away and Wolfe moves forwards towards the ropes, where Annis follows close behind and Wolfe bounces off them and Annis bounces off them as well and Wolfe goes for a wild swing, which Annis ducks and quickly moves to the ropes and bounces off them, which Wolfe flattens herself down to the mat and Annis backflips over Wolfe and does one more to make a point.
Simone: Wolfe begins to fire in some insults towards Annis, which Annis has a few words towards Wolfe, Wolfe then gives Annis a shove and Annis replies back with one of her own. A very nervous start for Annis but she is certainly not intimidated by Wolfe.
Lunam: Wolfe grabs Annis in a headlock, but Annis pushes Wolfe away into the ropes, where Wolfe bounces off them and then Annis. Wolfe goes for a wild swing, which is ducked and Annis bounces off the ropes and Wolfe dodges and Annis shows her skills.
Wolfe makes her way to her feet as Annis briefly smiles before they move in and Annis catches Wolfe with a hip toss, which catches Wolfe off guard, and she sits up and Annis quickly moves in and hits a dropkick. Annis kips up, while Wolfe bails from the ring and seeks advice from Krystal as Annis backs off away to a corner, where Brayden gives some words of encouragement to Annis. Wolfe glares up at the ring towards Annis, as she takes a moment, however, the ref has started a count…
Lunam: Wolfe is back to her feet, as she and Annis stare at each other before they move in and she catches Wolfe with a hip toss. Wolfe sits up and is met with a dropkick and then she bails from the ring.
Simone: Both then get words from Krystal and Bryden.
ONE!
TWO!
Wolfe moves forward to the ring, as Annis waits patiently as Wolfe hesitates.
THREE!
FOUR!
Lunam: Wolfe is taking her time, while Annis doesn’t want to go outside the ring and get caught out.
Wolfe climbs onto the apron and then back into the ring as Annis charges forward to try and catch Wolfe off guard but Wolfe is ready for her and she skips past Annis and she grabs her around the waist, but Annis quickly breaks and counters into a brief waist lock of her own, which Wolfe rushes forward taking Annis with her and she grabs the ropes and the momentum forces Annis to roll backwards before climbing back to her feet, where she moves forward and Wolfe goes for another wild swing, which is ducked and Annis leaps up and wraps her legs around one arm and grabs the other. Wolfe struggles for a moment as she seeks a way out of the move.
Simone: Wolfe climbs back into the ring, where Annis moves in to try to catch Wolfe off guard, but Wolfe is ready and she grabs Annis around the waist, but it’s quickly countered and Wolfe rushes forward and uses the ropes to send Annis backwards. Annis scrambles back to her feet.
Lunam: She ducks a wild swing from Wolfe, as Annis turns and leaps up and wraps Wolfe up.
Annis releases and then hit an arm drag and sends Wolfe staggering into a corner, where she stays for a moment before Annis rushes in but Wolfe dodges and Annis ends up in the corner and Wolfe turns and charges in and leaps up and goes for a monkey flip but Annis lands on her feet. Wolfe stays seat and turns to see Annis standing and she smirks as Brayden hypes her up.
Lunam: Annis releases before hitting an arm drag. Wolfe staggers to a corner as Annis then rushes in but she then bails from the ring.
Annis charges in, but Wolfe slips through the ropes to the outside, as Annis shakes her head and glares at Wolfe, as Wolfe takes a moment as Kyrstal joins her beside her and exchange a few words once again. Both stare at each other as the ref begins to count once more, as Wolfe shakes her head…
ONE!
TWO!
Wolfe begins to pace as Annis waits patiently for Wolfe to step back into the ring.
Simone: The ref goes for another count, as Annis waits for Wolfe to return.
THREE!
FOUR!
Wolfe moves forward and leaps onto the apron, which Annis then charges towards Wolfe and Wolfe goes for a wild swing, which Annis ducks and then drives her shoulder forward into Wolfe’s stomach. Wolfe drops to a knee holding her stomach and Annis grabs Wolfe by the hair and drags her through the ropes, where she then grabs her ring gear and then hits a snap suplex. Annis releases and climbs back to her feet as Wolfe arches her back in discomfort, as Annis sits Wolfe up before delivering a kick to her spine.
Lunam: Wolfe climbs back onto the apron and Annis moves in and Wolfe swings but it’s ducked and Annis drives her shoulder into Wolfe’s stomach before dragging her back into the ring, where she hits a snap suplex.
Simone: Follows that up with a kick to the spine.
Wolfe grimaces in pain, as Annis hits another kick to her spine before grabbing Wolfe by the hair and drags her back to her feet, where she then Irish whips Wolfe across the ring and into a corner, where she then follows up with the Southern Charm (Handspring back elbow into the corner followed by a bulldog.).
She then goes for pin…
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Lunam: Annis fires in another kick, before dragging her up to her feet, where she Irish whips her across the ring and then follows up with the Southern Charm and then goes for a pin, which Wolfe kicks out.
Wolfe kicks out, as Annis looks to Brayden and shakes her head and then tries again…
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Wolfe kicks out, as Annis tries again as this time Krystal puts Wolfe’s foot on the bottom rope and breaks the count.
Krystal puts grabs Wolfe’s ankle and places it on the bottom rope and shouts at the referee about the rope break. The ref stops the count and looks at the foot and then to Krystal with some suspicion, as Annis then looks to the ref before rolling off Wolfe and makes her way to her feet, where she grabs Wolfe and drags her up to her feet, where she drives her into the corner, which Annis then takes several steps backward and charges in and goes for a splash, but Wolfe dodges and Annis lands chest into the turnbuckle and she stumbles backward, where Wolfe rushes forward and hits a slingblade and sends Annis down to the mat.
Lunam: Annis momentarily distracted by the interference from Krystal, she grabs Wolfe and pulls her up and drives her into a corner. She tries for a splash but Annis lands in the corner and hits the turnbuckle, which allows Wolfe to hit a slingblade.
Brayden jumps onto the apron and begins to distract the ref and Wolfe as Annis makes her way to her feet just as Krystal leaps onto the apron and as Annis gets close to the ropes, Krystal grabs her around the head and leaps off the apron and drives Annis throat across the top rope, Krystal then runs around the ring and grabs Brayden’s foot and pulls him off the apron and begin to argue.
Simone: Brayden Williams gets involves and so does Krystal, but the ref is distracted by Brayden and its give Krystal the opportunity to interfere, and she grabs Annis and drives her throat across the top rope.
Lunam: Krystal charges around and pulls Brayden off the apron as the referee doesn’t know where to look.
Annis meanwhile stumbles backward and Wolfe regains her focus and turns and hits a superkick to Annis, which drops Annis and Wolfe grabs Annis by hair and sits her up and fires in a shining wizard. The ref now refocuses on the action back in the ring as Krystal and Brayden continue their war of words.
Simone: Annis is in trouble here, as Wolfe catches Annis with a superkick before following up with a shining wizard.
Wolfe grabs Annis once more and she sets up and hits The Bite of Judas (Double Underhook DDT) and then goes for a cover….
Lunam: Bite of judas.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Wolfe picks up the win.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall…. Cassie Wolfe.
Wolfe’s music hits over the p.a, as she quickly rolls from the ring, as Krystal moves away from Brayden as he dives into the ring a little too late to break the pin. Wolfe and Krystal quickly move up the ramp, as Krystal raises her arm in victory.
BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP - TRIPLE THREAT
ALEXANDRA CALAWAY (c) vs CASSIE WOLFE vs KAT JONES
The cameras cut to the backstage catering area where various SCW staff members, wrestlers, and crew move in and out, grabbing food and drinks before the next match. Amid the casual chaos, Ciarán Doyle stands at the beverage station with the solemn concentration of a man handling sacred relics.
In front of him are two paper cups, several tea bags, a small container of honey, a carton of milk, a lemon wedge, and a tiny wooden stirrer that he is wielding with the precision of a surgeon. He studies the steaming cup before him, frowns, adds the smallest splash of milk, then lifts it to his nose and gives it a careful sniff.
Ciarán: No. Not there yet. Close, mind ye, but close is how tragedies happen.
He picks up the honey, adds a careful drizzle, and stirs again. Behind him, someone from production pours themselves a cup of coffee from a large silver dispenser. Ciarán glances over his shoulder, watches the person take a sip, and winces as if he has just witnessed a crime against nature.
Ciarán: God love ye, lad.
The production assistant pauses, confused.
Production Assistant: What?
Ciarán: Nothin’. Just sayin’ a small prayer for yer insides.
The assistant shrugs and walks off. Ciarán turns back to his tea with a shake of his head, still deeply troubled by what he has seen. Before he can take his first sip, Pussy Willow steps into frame with a microphone in hand, clearly amused by the sight.
Pussy Willow: Ciarán Doyle, I was hoping to get a few words with you before your match tonight, but I have to ask, are we interrupting a pre-match ritual or a full-blown scientific experiment?
Ciarán looks from Pussy Willow to the tea, then back to her with complete seriousness.
Ciarán: Pussy, there are few things in this life worth doin’ halfway, and makin’ a proper cup of tea is not one of them.
Pussy Willow smiles, glancing down at the carefully arranged items on the table.
Pussy Willow: You look more focused on that cup than most people look before championship matches.
Ciarán: And rightly so. A championship match might end in heartbreak, but a bad cup of tea can ruin a man’s entire day.
Pussy Willow: So the tea is that important?
Ciarán: Ah, listen. I’d sooner drink tea than take unnecessary risks with what they call coffee around here.
Pussy Willow raises an eyebrow.
Pussy Willow: What exactly do you mean by that?
Ciarán sets the stirrer down, leans slightly toward the microphone, and answers with absolute sincerity.
Ciarán: I mean ye’ll never find a finer laxative than American coffee. I drink that stuff before walkin’ through the curtain, and I’d be likely to shit meself in the middle of the match.
There is a brief, stunned silence. Pussy Willow freezes, her smile caught somewhere between laughter and horror. Ciarán blinks, notices the look on her face, and then his own face breaks into a sheepish grin.
Ciarán: Ah. Right. Sorry, love. That one got away from me.
Pussy Willow clears her throat, clearly trying not to laugh.
Pussy Willow: Well, on that unforgettable note, let’s talk about your match tonight. You’re stepping into the ring with Zayvion Lyons, the former Roulette Champion. Zayvion knows exactly what it takes to hold that championship, and he’s not exactly someone anyone can afford to overlook. What is your mindset going into this match?
Ciarán takes a sip of his tea first, testing it. This time, he seems satisfied. The humor softens, and his expression grows more focused.
Ciarán: My mindset is respect. Full stop. Zayvion Lyons is a former Roulette Champion for a reason. He’s tough, he’s fast, he’s unpredictable, and he knows how to survive when the rules get thrown out the window. That’s not somethin’ ye stumble into by accident. That’s somethin’ ye earn.
Pussy Willow: And with Summer XXXTreme XIV coming up, Ryan Keys has made it clear that you, Logan Hunter, and LJ Kasey are going to be part of an Ultimate X Match for the Roulette Championship. Does facing Zayvion tonight feel like a preview of what you need to be ready for?
Ciarán nods, setting the tea down beside him.
Ciarán: Exactly. I’m preparin’ to face the current champion at Summer XXXTreme by facin’ the former champion tonight. That’s not lost on me. Zayvion has been where I want to go. He’s held the gold. He’s felt that pressure. He’s had the target on his back. So if I want to prove I belong in that Ultimate X Match, if I want to prove I’m more than just another name thrown into the chaos, then I need to stand across from a man like Zayvion Lyons and show I can hang with him.
Pussy Willow: Some people might say that with Logan Hunter and LJ Kasey also chasing that same championship opportunity, you can’t afford to focus too much on Zayvion tonight. Do you agree with that?
Ciarán gives a small shake of his head.
Ciarán: No. Because that’s how ye get caught. That’s how ye start lookin’ past the man in front of ye, and in this business, the man in front of ye is usually the one most likely to knock yer head clean off. I know Logan is out there. I know LJ is out there. I know Ryan Keys is sittin’ with the Roulette Championship and a grin on his face, probably enjoyin’ every bit of this. But tonight is not about them. Tonight, for me, is about Zayvion.
He pauses, his tone turning more assured.
Ciarán: And I mean this with all respect. If I can beat Zayvion Lyons, then I don’t just walk toward Summer XXXTreme with momentum. I walk toward it with proof.
Pussy Willow: Proof of what?
Ciarán smiles faintly.
Ciarán: Proof that I’m not enterin’ that match to make up the numbers. Proof that I can take the pressure. Proof that when the Roulette division turns wild, when there are cables overhead, bodies flyin’, ladders crashin’, and everyone scratchin’ for the same prize, Ciarán Doyle will not be overwhelmed by it.
Pussy Willow: You sound confident.
Ciarán: I am. But confidence and arrogance are two different animals, Pussy. Arrogance says Zayvion can’t beat me. Confidence says I’ve done the work to make sure he doesn’t.
Pussy Willow: Before I let you go, I have to ask about something from last week. Fans saw you backstage feeding a stray cat, and it got quite a reaction online. Any update on your feline friend?
Ciarán’s face brightens instantly, the edge of competition giving way to clear affection.
Ciarán: Ah, the darlin’ kitty. Aye, I’m happy to report she was adopted by local fans before the show was ever over. Sweet little thing landed on her feet better than half the roster does after a suplex.
Pussy Willow laughs.
Pussy Willow: So a happy ending?
Ciarán: The happiest. Full belly, warm home, people to love her. That’s a main event result if I ever heard one.
He picks up his tea and gives it one final approving look.
Ciarán: And now, if ye’ll excuse me, I’ve got a former champion to face, a future champion to prepare for, and a perfectly acceptable cup of tea to finish before somebody mistakes it for coffee and ruins the poor thing.
Pussy Willow: Good luck tonight, Ciarán.
Ciarán gives her a wink as he starts to exit.
Ciarán: Thank ye kindly, Pussy. And for the love of all that’s holy, don’t drink the coffee.
With that, Ciarán walks out of frame, tea in hand, leaving Pussy Willow smiling as the scene fades.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Harper Mason leaning against the wall with Josh standing nearby.
Harper: Last week Cassie tried to meddle in my affairs again, and, well, how did that end for her again?
Josh: With Cassie picking out splinters of wood from her hair.
Harper: Exactly! And I won the match to boot! So, while Cassie is busy with Alexandra? I’m thinking that maybe I can resolve at least one loose thread from Into the Void! Namely? The fact that Brittany Williams owes her title reign to Cassie! So Britt? I am coming for the title and if Cassie gets involved? Second verse, same as he first!
Harper walks off with Josh as the scene fades.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our second match of the evening! Last week Ciaran Doyle won the #1 Contenders Match for the Roulette Title while Zayvian Lyons lost the Roulette Title in his first defence against the King for a Day Ryan Keys and now? They are facing off in singles action!
Lunam: This is their first singles match but they previously faced off in the Roulette Contenders Match that saw Zayvian earn his shot at the title, this promises to be a hell of a match.
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
“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.
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.
Justin: Introducing first, from Inglewood, California, weighing 214ibs “FLYIN’” ZAYVIAN LYONS
At ringside, he slides under the bottom rope, pops up immediately, and keeps the rhythm going with a short freestyle in the center of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, dancing in place for a second before throwing his arms up, hyping the crowd.
Cleo steps into the ring calmly and takes her spot in the corner, arms crossed, laser-focused, as Zayvion hops down, still moving to the music—loose, confident, and ready to go.
Simone: Last week Zayvian became the first member of the Lyons to lose a title in his first defence since arriving in SCW.
Lunam: It was bound to happen eventually but Zayvian has a chance to bounce back now!
Justin: And his opponent!
The arena lights drop into darkness with only a thin gold line glows across the stage. A hush ripples through the crowd. Then Antti Martikainen’s “Lords of Iron” erupts; deep drums, metallic Celtic strings, and a rising battle rhythm that shakes the air. On the very first swell of the melody, a spotlight snaps to life at the top of the ramp and Ciarán Doyle steps into it.
The crowd erupts instantly with cheers, signs waving, fans on their feet!
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland! Weighing 167 pounds! He is the 'Dawnhart' Ciarán Doyle!
The introduction echoes as Ciarán begins his walk, the battle-charged rhythm matching the sway of his steps. He slips off the stage and moves down the ramp with a fluid, dancer’s glide, every motion smooth, confident, magnetic. Fans reach out and he meets them with touches of high fives, warm nods, quick smiles that light up his whole face.
At ringside he pauses, hands the nearest fan another white feather, then slides under the bottom rope with effortless grace. He rises in one fluid motion and heads straight for the corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle. He spreads his arms as the camera catches his hair falling over his shoulder as he leans forward, inviting the crowd’s roar.
Ciarán hops down, runs a hand through his hair, and circles the ring with a focused calm settling in. The showman’s smile fades into a warrior’s readiness. He grips the top rope, testing its spring, body relaxed but poised, centered and prepared.
The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the center of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.
Simone: Ciaran has a chance to win his first title in SCW coming up but first he’s gotta get past the former champ!
Lunam: And after his loss last week? Zayvian is not going down easy!
Holly goes over the rules with both men before she calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our second match of the night is on!
Lunam: Strap yourselves in folks!
Once the bell rings the two men share a handshake before they lock up in the middle of the ring, Zayvian takes the early advantage with an arm ringer but Ciaran flips out of it and counters with a deep arm drag, Zayvian scrambles to his feet and both men go for a dropkick at the same time with predictable results and their exchange ends in a standoff and the crowd applauding.
Simone: Those man are evenly matched right now!
Lunam: Something will give eventually.
Zayvian is the first to make a move as he tries for a running clothesline only to get caught by a Spanish Fly from Ciaran! Ciaran goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvian kicks out! Cleo shouts words of encouragement from ringside as Ciaran picks up Zayvian but Zayvian catches the Irish Superstar with a kick to the gut, doubling Ciaran over and driving him to one knee, leaving him open to a Shining Wizard! Zayvian then goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: And that’s a kickout!
Lunam: Both men using their athletic prowess to try to get one up on the ither, this is about as tight as you can make it!
Both men get back to their feet and Ciaran tries to take the early advantage again with a dropkick but this time Zayvian swats him aside before he picks up Zayvian…….only to get surprised with a Roll-Up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ciaran kicks out and bails from the ring trying to slow down the momentum! Zayvian hypes up the crowd before going for a dive through the ropes only for Ciaran to catch him with a leaping kick before Zavian’s even halfway through the ropes, leaving him hanging, Ciaran then connects with a Brain Buster on the outside by grabbing Zavian while he’s hanging in the ropes.
Simone: That’s one way to turn the momentum around.
Lunam: And now Ciaran has Zayvian in la-la land!
Ciaran rolls Zayvian back into the ring and follows him in for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvian kicks out! Ciaran shifts gears as he locks in a Triangle Choke on Zayvian, Holly quickly gets into position and checks on Zayvian to see if the former champion is ready to submit, he isn’t and starts scrambling to try to force the rope break.
Simone: If Zayvian manages to get the rop break then he’s still in the match!
Lunam: Not if Ciaran has any say in the matter!
Zayvian manages to reach the ring ropes and forces the rope break and Ciaran lets go of the hold as soon as Holly tells him! Ciaran drags Zayvian back to the centre of the ring before going for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Zayvian kicks out and Ciaran shifts his focus, heading to the top rope and going for a Shooting Star Press! However Zayvian gets his knees up and counters it with a roll up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ciara kicks out! Ciaran heads to the top rope again and goes for the Arrow of Og! However Zayvian gets the knees up again and rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Simone: WAIT, WHAT?! It’s over?!
Lunam: Looks to me like Zayvian’s second counter knocked the wind right out of Ciaran!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Zayvian Lyons!
Zayvian bails from the ring and celebrates with Cleo while Ciaran looks shocked.
ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP - ULTIMATE X OVER THE POOL
RYAN KEYS (c) vs CIARAN DOYLE vs ZAYVION LYONS
The scene opens backstage where we see Logan Hunter and the beautiful Shields Twins standing by, Logan has a piece of paper in one hand and a lighter in the other.
Logan: All you had to do was walk away Carter! I once respected you as a fellow Go Gym Graduate but you have forced my hand.
Brooke: And frankly? The fact that I’m still not the cover star for the Break the Limit Video Game is a bigger insult!
Marissa: It’s called marketing.
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! Whatever company that SCW hired to make the game clearly has idiots in its marketing department if they think a silhouetted guy is more marketable………….
Brooke does a sensual dance that shows off her body.
Brooke: Than this level of beauty!
Marissa: And so humble as well.
Logan: More to the point? Carter, you need to stay out of my way! Or those you love most………..
Logan reveals the picture to be a pic of Carter, Miles and Kevin, the teenager that Miles and Carter look after, in a family picture.
Logan: Will get burned!
Logan sets the picture alight as the scene fades.
VACANT INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP - OVERBOARD GAUNTLET
CYRUS RIDDLE vs LJ KASEY vs BRANDON HENDRIX VS "BULLDOG" BILL BARNHART vs BRAYDEN WILLIAMS VS TO BE ANNOUNCED
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our second Bombshell contest of the evening! It’s a clash of former champions as former World Bombshell Champion Frankie Holiday takes on former Bombshell Internet Champion Bella Madison!
Lunam: And the past two Climax Controls could not have gone more different for these two women! Frankie opened the cycle with her Queen for a Day episode which ended with Frankie unsuccessfully challenging Victoria Lyons for the World Bombshell Title. Bella meanwhile was on Ryan’s Kin for a Day Episode last week where she won a Falls Count Anywhere Match against Bea Barnhart! And with Summer XXXTreme approaching fast you know that both need momentum!
Simone: This should be a great match, let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The opening piano strokes of “Skeletons” by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn’t acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Justin: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, she is a former World Bombshell Champion, FRANKIE HOLIDAY!
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Simone: Oh Frankie’s not gonna like that!
Lunam: Especially when you remember that she might well be the champion right now if Victoria hadn’t gotten her foot on the ropes!
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena lights crash into total black.
A sharp crackle of red-and-silver static flickers across the video screen.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…” ??Addie Nicole’s voice cuts through the darkness — raw, haunting.
A single red spotlight slashes across the stage.
Fog rolls in across the ramp.
Bella Madison steps into the light.
Her hood is up. Her head down. Arms at her sides. Her silhouette is sharp — black matte leather gear with crimson trim and silver-glitched detailing. No theatrics. Just presence.
On the screen behind her, her name glitches to life:
BELLA MADISON
BITE. YOUR. TONGUE.
Justin: Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!
“Metallic tranquility… the pain gets buried beneath…”
She begins her walk down the ramp. Controlled. Heavy with purpose. Every step deliberate — this isn’t performance. It’s confrontation.
She stops halfway down, head tilting up just slightly.
The beat drops. The lights shift — strobe pulses echoing like warning shots.
“I could destroy you with one line…”
At ringside, Bella circles the ring once, staring up at it like a battlefield.
She slides under the bottom rope, staying on one knee for a second — grounded, still, gathering the storm.
Then she stands.
Justin: From New York, New York, BELLA MADISON!
“Just be human, fuck your pride… you’re addicted to the fight…”
She pulls back the hood. Her hair falls loose around her face.
Eyes fixed dead on the hard cam.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
She mouths the words with steady conviction — a vow, not a lyric.
As the chorus fades, she steps to the center of the ring and raises three fingers.
No smile.
No pose.
No compromise.
Just Bella.
Exactly as she is now, and right now? Frankie has turned Bella inside out with a running lariat prompting Jacob to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: I need to pick up my phone because I CALLED IT!
Lunam: And so did everyone who’s ever seen Frankie wrestle before!
Frankie doesn’t let up despite Jacob’s warnings as she stomps away at Bella before she quickly goes for the first pin of the matchup,
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella gets the shoulder up! And naturally? Frankie immediately gets in Jacob’s face accusing the ref of a slow count but Jacob stands his ground.
Simone: I don’t think Frankie’s quite over for World Bombshell Title loss at the beginning of the cycle.
Lunam: Gee I never would’ve BELLA JUST SCORED A ROLL-UP ON FRANKIE!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out, even more furious that she gets up to her feet at the same time as Bella and starts unloading forearms on her,
Lunam: Note to self: don’t piss off Frankie Holiday!
Simone: Especially when you’re her opponent like Bella!
Once the element of surprise had worn off Bella starts first back with forearms of her own at Frankie and a brawl erupts between the two women! The fans are largely on Bella’s side but Frankie manages to back Bella up to the ropes and whips her across! Frankie goes for another Lariat but this time Bella slides in between the former champions legs and stuns her with a kick before following that up with a Hurricanrana!
Simone: Frankie had the advantage but the ball’s in Bella’s corner now!
Lunam: And now Frankie’s bailed to the outside!
Frankie storms around the ringside area out of frustration and Bella goes to follow her to the outside only for Jacob to stops her, Jacob then proceeds to try to coax Frankie back into the ring but Frankie’s not listening! Bella, naturally cuts out the middle man by flipping over Jacob and hitting Frankie with a suicide dive! The ref restarts the count and the fans are buzzing.
Simone: Well, that’s one way to cut the break short!
Lunam: And Frankie’s going to be even angrier at Bella now!
Bella is the first one to her feet and rolls in and out of the ring upon realizing that Jacob’s count is at nine rather than win via count out, however Frankie is now back on her feet and takes the time to ram Bella spine first into the ring apron before Belly to Belly Suplexing Bella into the crowd!
Simone: Frankie’s back in control thanks to that Belly to Bella Suplex!
Lunam: More like Belly to Bella Suplex, am I right?
Simone: No.
Frankie then regularly Suplexes Bella back into the ringside area before throwing her back into the ring and going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out! Frankie growls before trying again, hooking both legs to be sure as Jacob gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella still kicks out!
Simone: Two pin-fall attempts in a row and both failed Frankie!
Lunam: Bella’s as tough as anyone, don’t let her good looks fool you!
Frankie then shifts gear by locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Bella! Jacob gets into position to check on Bella but the New Yorker is not giving up! Instead opting to crawl towards the ring ropes to try to force the rope break! Frankie tries to stop Bella but it’s no use as Bella reaches the ring ropes and gets the rope break! Frankie shakes her head before going to pick Bella up…………..AND GETS CAUGHT WITH A SMALL PACKAGE!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out! Bella is clearly still feeling the effects of the submission hold as both women get back to their feet but, presumably on adrenaline she hits Frankie with a Hurricanrana and holds on for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Frankie kicks out again! Both women get to their feet and score with simultaneous kicks, knocking them both down!
Simone: And now Frankie and Bella are down!
Lunam: This could be the turning point.
Frankie is the first one to get to her feet and calls for the end, clearly looking for the Dahmer Driver!
Simone: Frankie just called for the Dahmer Driver!
Lunam: She almost won the World Bombshell Title with this and the Wisconsin Autopsy two weeks ago, can she hit it?
Frankie goes for the Northern Lights Bomb but Bella counters it into the Snapmare Driver!
Simone: NEURO MUTILATION!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Frankie, she’s done!
Bella goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, BELLA MADISON!
Simone: That’s two setbacks in a row for Frankie and a huge win for Bella!
Lunam: What a match!
Bella celebrates her win while Jacob checks on Frankie.
Voice Over: Has this ever happened to you? You are a beloved fan favorite. A role model. A locker room leader. A man the people can trust. But then, out of nowhere, temptation strikes!
HBCarter stands in the ring with a bright smile, waving to the fans. He shakes the referee’s hand, kisses his own fingertips, and points up to the crowd with dramatic babyface sincerity.
Voice Over: Maybe your opponent turns their back!
Carter’s eyes slowly drift toward the back of his unseen opponent’s tights.
HBCarter: No. No, Carter. You are better than this.
He reaches two fingers toward the tights.
The bracelet on his wrist flashes red.
ZAP!
HBCarter: AHHH! Okay! Okay! I respect the integrity of athletic competition!
Voice Over: Introducing the Heel Temptation Shock Bracelet! When your conscience needs backup!
Carter holds up his wrist, showing off a chunky white bracelet with a glowing red light and a sticker that reads “NO CHEATING, CUTIE!”
HBCarter: I’ll be honest. At first, I thought this was overkill.
The opponent shoves Carter in the chest. Carter stumbles back, looks offended, then sees a steel chair sitting nearby.
HBCarter: Oh, now see. That is just rude.
Carter reaches for the chair.
ZAP!
HBCarter: AHHH! I mean, that is just rude, and I will be filing a respectful complaint through the proper channels!
Voice Over: The Heel Temptation Shock Bracelet is perfect for any babyface who occasionally suffers from impure wrestling thoughts! Grabbing tights? ZAP! Using a weapon? ZAP! Ignoring a tag rope? ZAP! Saying, “maybe the heel had a point?” Double ZAP! Watch as Helluva Bottom Carter faces the most dangerous enemy of all. His own pettiness!
The unseen opponent leans in close. Carter listens. His face goes from cheerful to scandalized.
HBCarter: You did not just say that about my mother!
Carter’s eyes narrow. He slowly bends down and picks up the steel chair.
The bracelet flashes.
HBCarter: Don’t you start with me!
He raises the chair halfway...
ZAP!
HBCarter: AHHH!
The chair clatters to the mat. Carter jerks upright, pats himself down, then grabs a pamphlet from inside his trunks.
HBCarter: Instead of responding with violence, I would like to offer you this pamphlet on emotional regulation.
He holds out the pamphlet with a trembling hand!
HBCarter: Page three has a breathing exercise. Page four has a feelings wheel. Page five is mostly just me writing, “how dare you,” in purple ink.
Voice Over: But that’s not all! The Heel Temptation Shock Bracelet can even detect physical escalation!
The opponent suddenly lunges forward and starts choking Carter with both hands!
HBCarter: ACK! Okay! Okay! That is very illegal!
Carter instinctively grabs the opponent by the throat and starts choking him back.
The bracelet on Carter’s wrist flashes red!
ZAP!
HBCarter: AHHH!
The opponent, also shocked, spasms backward out of frame!
Voice Over: The Heel Temptation Shock Bracelet teaches accountability, patience, forgiveness, and the importance of not retaliating unless your merchandise sales are already heel-proof! Order now and receive the deluxe babyface protection package! The Heel Temptation Shock Bracelet comes with a free “I Forgive You, But I Am Still Side-Eyeing You” recovery card, three emotional regulation pamphlets, and a miniature booklet titled “So You Wanted To Use A Steel Chair.” Side effects may include smoking wristbands, temporary moral superiority, involuntary jazz hands, dramatic apologies, and the powerful urge to resolve blood feuds through journaling!
The scene cuts to backstage. Carter enters the locker room, hair frazzled, gear slightly smoking, one hand twitching from repeated shocks. He tries to compose himself and walks in with dignity, but the bracelet gives one final tiny spark.
Miles steps in behind him, pauses, sniffs the air, and makes a face.
Miles: Does anyone else smell bacon?
Carter slowly turns his head and gives Miles a deadly look.
Voice Over: The Heel Temptation Shock Bracelet! When your conscience needs backup!
The arena erupts into a mixture of cheers boos as “I Am the Fire.” by Halestorm plays and the World Bombshell Champion Victoria Lyons appears on stage with Darian next to her.
Simone: Well, look who's back from their honeymoon. We understand it's Darian Lyons now.
Lunam: That's…progressive I guess. In any case from the look in our World Bombshell Champions eyes the honeymoon is definitely over and business is back on schedule.
Justin: Please welcome at this time being accompanied to the ring by Darian Lyons, the Sin City wrestling World Bombshell Champion Victoria Lyons!!
Once in the ring Victoria is handed a microphone and lets the crowd settle down and the music fade out before speaking.
Victoria Lyons: I want to start off by saying thank you to everybody for all the well wishes on our wedding. We are officially Victoria and Darian Lyons.
The crowd respectfully claps.
Victoria Lyons: But I'm not in Cabo anymore. I'm back in a Sin City wrestling ring and I'm back as your World Bombshell Champion.
She pauses for a moment.
Victoria Lyons: Make no mistake about it, I am the World Bombshell Champion and that means I run the Bombshell Division. That means the entire bombshell division are my pridelands and everybody knows how Lions feel about hyenas in their pridelands which brings me to you… Cassie Wolfe.
The crowd boos at the mention of Cassie's name.
Victoria Lyons: I always saw you for the snake you are Cassie. Harper Mason didn't listen to me, and that's on her. But now you walk around with your little pack doing whatever you want trying to act like you run the place. You don't run the Bombshell Division, I do. I'm the Bombshell World Champion and I absolutely dare you to try your little games with me.
She pauses.
Victoria Lyons: You and your little entourage don't intimidate me. I don't think you have it in you to come at the best, you're scared. But mark my words Cassie you will pay for your crimes and if Harper Mason or Alexandra Calaway don't finish you first, I just might have to take matters into my own hands, and take care of your little pack of hyenas myself.
She pauses, pacing some.
Victoria Lyons: That brings me to Mercedes Vargas…
The crowd boos.
Victoria Lyons: Did you think I forgot about you mamita? You think I forgot how you put your hands on my husband? My sweet Dare Bear who did absolutely nothing wrong. All he wanted to do was support his Queen in her proudest moment and you took that from him.
Darian makes a pouty face, for effect.
Victoria Lyons: Tonight you face Alexandra Calaway, and with everything she's got going on she might be more dangerous than ever so I am going to delight in watching her pick you apart piece by piece. I just hope she saves a little bit for me because I'm not done with you, concha.
She smirks.
Victoria Lyons: Make no mistake about it I am the woman to beat in this company right now so all of you, Mercedes Vargas, Frankie Holliday. Cassie Wolfe, Bella Madison, or whomever else it may be, understand that these are my pridelands now and if you irk the ire of the head lyoness, I will be forced to RESTORE ORDER.
Darian Lyons: The queen has spoken.
Victoria drops her microphone and heads backstage to I Am The Fire with Darian beside her.
The camera catches SCW World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey making his way through the backstage area with the World Championship resting comfortably over his shoulder. Dressed in jeans, boots, and a black Miles Kasey shirt, he finally spots General Manager Evelyn Hall speaking with a member of the production crew.
Miles: Evelyn, you got a minute?
Evelyn turns, immediately spotting the championship over his shoulder.
Evelyn: For the World Champion? I can probably spare one, maybe two.
Miles: Good, because I've been trying to make sense of something all week and the more I think about it, the less sense it actually makes.
Evelyn folds her arms, already having a feeling she knows where this conversation is heading.
Miles: When I walked out of Osaka with this championship, I don't think there was a single person in SCW who didn't assume what was coming next. Hell, I know I did. You beat the champion, you establish yourself, and eventually the former champion comes looking for his rematch. That's wrestling. That's how this works.
He adjusts the World Championship slightly on his shoulder.
Miles: And then last week happened.
A small shake of his head follows.
Miles: And now I don't know whether I'm supposed to be preparing for my first title defense or preparing to watch one of the greatest wrestlers this company has ever had walk away from the business.
Evelyn's expression softens slightly.
Miles: Because I'll be honest with you, Evelyn, sitting out there and listening to Alexander Raven talk last week didn't sound like somebody who was already looking toward his next match. It sounded like a man standing in the middle of the ring trying to figure out if he has another match left in him at all.
He pauses briefly.
Miles: And that's not me taking a shot at him. That's not me trying to stir anything up. That's me listening.
A small shrug.
Miles: Contrary to popular belief, I do occasionally pay attention.
Evelyn can't help but smile at that.
Miles: The thing is, I respect Raven. I respected him before Osaka, I respected him during Osaka, and I respect him now. I know exactly what it took for him to become World Champion. I know exactly what kind of punishment he's put his body through over the years. Hell, after listening to him talk last week, I think everybody knows exactly what kind of punishment he's put his body through.
His tone becomes more serious.
Miles: But I also beat him. I beat him fair and square in the middle of one of the biggest matches of my career. I climbed that mountain. I stood across from the man everybody said was untouchable, and when the night was over I was the one holding this championship.
He pats the title resting on his shoulder.
Miles: So now I'm sitting here trying to figure out what comes next, because if Alexander Raven is done, then I'll be the first person to shake his hand and tell him thank you for everything he gave to this business. A twenty-year career isn't something that gets brushed aside because of one loss. If that's really the end, then he deserves every bit of respect people are willing to give him. But if he's not done...
His eyes narrow slightly.
Miles: ...then I don't think either one of us should spend the next few months pretending we don't know what the conversation is.
Evelyn raises an eyebrow.
Miles: Because if Alexander Raven wants another shot at this championship, he's earned the right to ask for it. If he gets cleared and he decides he's got one more fight left in him, then I have absolutely no problem standing across the ring from him again.
He points at the championship.
Miles: In fact, I'd welcome it.
A small grin appears.
Miles: Most champions spend years talking about wanting to test themselves against the best. Well, I already did that once and somehow survived it. If he wants another round, I'm not exactly going to run away.
The grin fades.
Miles: But what I don't want is uncertainty. I don't want my first World Championship reign becoming one giant question mark where everybody keeps asking what would've happened if Raven got healthy, or what would've happened if Raven came back, or whether Osaka was really the end.
He shakes his head.
Miles: I spent six years chasing this championship. The last thing I want hanging over this reign is a bunch of unanswered questions.
Finally he looks directly at Evelyn.
Miles: So tell me honestly. Do you know something I don't?
Evelyn studies Miles for a moment after the question hangs in the air.
Evelyn: No.
Miles raises an eyebrow.
Evelyn: That's the honest answer.
She unfolds her arms and leans back slightly.
Evelyn: I don't know what Alexander Raven is going to do. I don't know if Alexander Raven knows what Alexander Raven is going to do. And if you've dealt with him for more than five minutes, you know that's probably the most honest answer anybody can give.
Even Miles can't argue with that.
Evelyn: What I saw last week wasn't a man making demands for a rematch. It wasn't a man trying to manipulate the championship picture. It wasn't even a man trying to play games. What I saw was somebody who genuinely doesn't know what comes next.
Miles looks away briefly, thinking about Raven sitting in the middle of the ring removing his boots.
Miles: Yeah.
Evelyn: And honestly? I think that's what bothered everybody about it. Because for all the things people have called Alexander Raven over the years, uncertain has never been one of them.
Miles lets out a quiet breath.
Miles: So what am I supposed to do with that?
Evelyn smiles slightly.
Evelyn: Talk to him.
Miles: What?
Evelyn: Talk to him. You want answers? Stop asking me.
That actually gets a laugh out of Miles.
Evelyn: I'm serious. You beat him. You stood across the ring from him in Osaka. Whether either of you likes it or not, you're tied together now.
She points toward the World Championship on Miles' shoulder.
Evelyn: The last chapter of his reign became the first chapter of yours. So if you really want to know whether he's done, whether he wants another match, whether he's planning on coming back...Ask him.
Miles: That's a lot easier if he's actually here.
Evelyn nods.
Evelyn: Unfortunately, that's the other problem.
Miles already knows where this is going.
Evelyn: The doctors still haven't cleared him, and after what Brandon Hendrix did to him after that speech last week, I doubt anybody is rushing him back into a ring.
The mention of Hendrix immediately darkens Miles' expression.
Miles: Yeah, I saw that. How many times does that satchel of Richards need to get his ass kicked before he finally realizes he fucked with the wrong people?
Evelyn: Which means right now, there isn't a decision to make. There isn't a rematch to book. There isn't a number one contender to announce. There isn't some big secret I'm hiding from you. There's just a very stubborn former World Champion somewhere trying to figure out what the rest of his life looks like.
Miles looks down at the championship resting on his shoulder.
Evelyn: And there's a very stubborn current World Champion trying to figure out who's next.
A laugh escapes Miles despite himself.
Miles: Fair.
Evelyn: So here's my advice. Keep carrying that. Keep being the World Champion. And if Alexander Raven shows up next week? Then maybe you two can finally have the conversation everybody else is already having.
Miles nods slowly, looking thoughtful.
Miles: Yeah. I'd like that.
Evelyn studies him for a second before a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.
Evelyn: You know what the funny thing is?
Miles raises an eyebrow.
Miles: What's that?
Evelyn: A year ago, you would've been standing right here asking me when your next opportunity was coming. You would've been asking about title shots. Number one contender matches. What you had to do to get your chance.
Miles chuckles softly because she isn't wrong.
Evelyn: Now you're standing here worrying about the future of the championship itself.
His eyes instinctively drift toward the World Championship resting on his shoulder.
Evelyn: You're worried about unanswered questions. You're worried about what happens if Raven comes back. You're worried about what happens if he doesn't. You're not thinking like the challenger anymore, Miles.
Evelyn points toward the World Championship.
Evelyn: You're thinking like the man carrying the company.
For a moment, Miles doesn't immediately have a smart remark ready. His hand comes up and lightly taps the faceplate of the championship resting on his shoulder. A championship he spent six years chasing. A championship that still occasionally felt strange seeing in his possession. Finally, a small smile appears.
Miles: That's still weird to hear.
Evelyn: Better get used to it.
That gets a laugh out of him.
Miles: Fair point, I’m just hoping that I’m not wasting this opportunity of being the champ by sitting around and waiting for it to be taken.
Evelyn: I think it’s a fair objection to this whole situation. And it actually shows an interesting strength into how you are going about it all. Most people spend their entire careers trying to win that championship and keeping a tight grasp on it. You finally get it, and instead of worrying about how long you're going to hold it, you're worried about making the most of it while you do.And for what it's worth, I have a feeling Raven will be here next week. I think eventually he's going to have to decide what comes next, and I think you're going to be standing right there when he does. But I do have some stuff to take care of so I would suggest that you go do what you're supposed to be doing.
Miles: And what's that?
Evelyn: Be the World Champion.
Miles smirks, adjusting the title on his shoulder before taking a step backward.
Miles: Now that I can do.
With that, Miles turns and heads down the hallway, the SCW World Heavyweight Championship resting comfortably on his shoulder as Evelyn watches him disappear into the sea of backstage activity.
The scene cuts backstage where a roving camera person is scanning the area to see which wrestlers they might be able to get a shot of with their camera. They don’t have long to wait as they see Bill Barnhart, Bea Barnhart, and their English Bulldog Iris, walking down the hallway to get to the staging area for Bill’s match. Seeing the camera person Bill and Bea and Iris stop and let the camera person to know they are welcome to follow them to the staging area.
Bill: I am a short time before I am in action in the wrestling ring against Ryan Keys. I guess I should feel bad for Ryan for coming into our match with injuries but that was his decision so I am not responsible for what might happen to him.
Bea: You are correct Bill. No wrestler should be required to work a match if they are injured. But, Bill, you did not demand that as it was a decision Ryan made. If you injure him or take him down hard that is his fault since he had the option to tell Management that he would wait for a few events first before getting back inside of the ring.
Bill: At least Ryan was smart enough to get them to make this match a Non-Championship match which prevents him from losing the Roulette Championship to me in our match. But when I win this match I am also sure that Management will include me in the Roulette Championship match at the next SuperCard event. However it turns out is fine with me.
Bill, Bea, and Iris, arrive at the Staging Area and they walk up the steps to be in position for their entrance. At this point the roving camera person cuts their camera feed.
GRUDGE MATCH
HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER vs LOGAN HUNTER
Head referee Jasmine St. John steps inside of the ring to a warm reaction from the crowd, her striped shirt crisp beneath the arena lights as she moves with purpose toward the center. Justin Decent stands waiting with the microphone in hand, and Jasmine offers him a professional nod before extending her hand. Justin shakes it firmly, the two sharing that brief ceremonial moment before Jasmine turns away and takes her place near the ropes, rolling her shoulders and checking the corners as she prepares to officiate the coming contest.
Justin: The following match is a Non-Title match scheduled for one fall!
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Bea Barnhart and Iris! "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart!
When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Simone: Bill Barnhart is giving up speed tonight, but he is not giving up toughness, experience, or confidence. Bulldog has been around long enough to know how to slow down a faster opponent, and if he gets his hands on Ryan Keys, he is going to make this match ugly in a hurry.
Lunam: Aye, and ugly is where Bill Barnhart lives, Belinda! He is not here to match Ryan Keys hold for hold in a pretty little dance. He is here to grind him down, fold him up, and bark in his face while he does it. That man is built like a pub door and twice as subtle!
Justin: And his opponent!
I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?by A Day to Remember plays while blue and white lights strobe over the stage. As Ryan’s entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan’s wearing a Black tight tank top with “Key Style” lettering, and under it is his small wet look ring trunk. His “Key hole” designed knee high boots and arm bands with the words “Ryan”in one and “keys”on the other showed off his style.
Justin: From Las Vegas! He is the Roulette Champion! Ryan Keys!
Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom ropes. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of the crowd as he teases them with tearing off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Showing the same confident pose as before he hops down and extends his leg over the ring post to stretch them out and show his flexibility before the match starts.
Lunam: Look at the spring in the legs of Ryan Keys! A week ago he went through Zayvion Lyons and regained that Roulette Championship, and now he walks in here with the kind of swagger that can fill an arena all by itself!
Simone: Ryan Keys has momentum, he has confidence, and he has the title back around his waist, but this is exactly the kind of match that can catch a champion off guard. Bill Barnhart does not care about flash. He cares about leverage, pressure, and punishment!
Jasmine St. John steps between both men and gives final instructions. Barnhart smirks and adjusts his wrist tape, not taking his eyes off Ryan, while Keys bounces lightly on the balls of his feet and keeps his grin in place. Jasmine checks with Bill, then checks with Ryan, and finally turns toward the timekeeper before sharply signaling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
At the sound of the opening bell, Bill Barnhart charges like a runaway truck and bulldozes Ryan Keys backward into the nearest corner! Ryan barely has time to cover up before Bill starts unloading with clubbing fists and grinding forearms across the chest and jaw, each blow landing with the thud of a man who wants to make a point early. Barnhart grabs the top rope with both hands and drives his shoulder into Ryan’s midsection again and again, folding the Roulette Champion in half while the crowd rains down boos.
Simone: Bill Barnhart wasted absolutely no time! He is trying to cave Ryan Keys in before Ryan can even start moving!
Lunam: That is veteran wrestling, Belinda! You do not let the faster man find his rhythm. You pin him to the wall and make him regret tying his boots!
Jasmine steps in hard, pointing at Bill and starting her count as Barnhart continues to grind his shoulder into Ryan’s ribs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Bill finally backs off with both hands raised, barking at Jasmine as if he has done nothing wrong. Ryan pulls himself up in the corner, coughing for air, but Barnhart immediately steps back in and snaps a short knee into the ribs, then grabs Ryan by the wrist and yanks him into a punishing short-arm clothesline that turns Keys inside out. Bill drops to one knee and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Bill does not argue yet. Instead he clamps down with a heavy chinlock, one forearm grinding across the side of Ryan’s face while his knee digs into the spine. Ryan reaches out with one hand, feeding off the crowd as they begin to clap, but Bill shifts his weight and wrenches the hold tighter. Ryan fights to one knee, then to both feet, firing a back elbow into Bill’s ribs. A second elbow lands. A third makes Bill loosen his grip, and Ryan hits the ropes, only for Bulldog to catch him coming back with a jarring belly to back suplex that sends Ryan bouncing off the canvas.
Barnhart rises and stalks around him, barking once toward the fans before dropping a heavy elbow across Ryan’s sternum. He pulls Ryan up by the hair, ignoring Jasmine’s warning, and sends him hard into the ropes. Ryan rebounds and Bill looks for a back body drop, but Ryan flips over him and lands on his feet. Bill turns, and Ryan snaps off a corkscrew dropkick that catches Bulldog on the jaw! Bill stumbles but does not fall, so Ryan kips up, springs to the ropes, and hits a handspring elbow that knocks Barnhart backward into the corner!
Simone: There is the explosiveness of Ryan Keys! He can change the pace in the blink of an eye!
Lunam: Aye, but he has to keep changing it! If he slows down for even a heartbeat, Bulldog will take a bite out of him!
Ryan charges, but Bill gets both boots up and catches him in the face. Keys staggers back, shaking it off, and Bulldog rushes forward with a shoulder block that sends Ryan crashing down. Barnhart grabs Ryan by the ankle, twists him over, and tries to turn him into the Calf Crusher, but Ryan kicks his free leg wildly and manages to push Bill away. Ryan scrambles up, only for Bill to chop block him behind the knee and send him tumbling back to the mat. Barnhart grins wickedly, grabs the leg again, and stomps down across the thigh with ugly precision.
Bill drags Ryan into the center and wraps the leg, leaning back into a nasty modified knee bar. Ryan grimaces and claws at the canvas, refusing to tap as Jasmine asks him if he wants to quit. Ryan shakes his head and twists his hips, finally rolling through and using his free leg to kick Bill in the shoulder. Bill releases, but he is right back on the attack, yanking Ryan upright and driving him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Bill slaps the mat in frustration, then pulls Ryan up and backs him into the corner. He shoots Ryan across the ring with an Irish whip, and Bulldog lowers his head for a charging avalanche. Ryan sees him coming, springs upward, and leapfrogs over the charging Barnhart! Bill cannot stop himself and crashes through the turnbuckles shoulder-first, striking the steel corner post with a sickening impact! Bulldog drops through the ropes and spills to the outside, landing near Bea and Iris as the crowd erupts!
Simone: Bill went shoulder-first into the post! Ryan Keys got out of danger by inches!
Lunam: That is the opening he needed! The big man is hurt, and Ryan knows it!
Ryan takes one breath, then runs to the opposite corner. He charges across the ring, runs up the turnbuckles with incredible balance, and sails to the outside! The Roulette Champion crashes into Barnhart with a flying high cross body, wiping Bulldog out on the floor as the crowd jumps to its feet! Ryan rolls away clutching his ribs, still feeling the earlier damage, while Bea shouts at Jasmine and Iris barks loudly at the chaos around her.
Jasmine leans through the ropes and begins the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Ryan pushes up first and drags Bill toward the ring.
THREE!
FOUR!
Ryan sends Bill back inside under the bottom rope, then climbs to the apron. He waits as Bulldog rises groggily and springboards in, but Bill catches him in midair! The crowd groans as Barnhart powers Ryan across his chest and plants him with a brutal Barnhart Shoulder Breaker! Ryan flips to the mat clutching his arm and neck, and Bill hooks the leg deep.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Barnhart sits up in disbelief, then snarls at Jasmine before pulling Ryan up again. He traps the arm behind Ryan’s back, twisting into a flying hammerlock takedown that drives Ryan shoulder-first to the mat. Ryan rolls toward the ropes, but Bill follows, stomping him in the ribs and shoulder, then dropping down into the Barnhart Camel Clutch. He sits on Ryan’s lower back, hooks both arms over his thighs, and pulls back under the chin with cruel force. Ryan’s face tightens as the crowd claps for him, Jasmine kneeling close to check for a submission.
Simone: This is exactly the danger we talked about. Barnhart is putting all that weight on the spine and neck while working the shoulder at the same time!
Lunam: It is not pretty, but it is effective! Ryan Keys is bendin’ like a bow, and Bulldog is tryin’ to snap the string!
Ryan reaches out, fingers stretching toward the bottom rope. Bill leans back harder, barking as he torques the hold, but Ryan inches forward, dragging them both through pure stubbornness. The crowd rises with every movement until Ryan finally gets his fingertips around the bottom rope!
Jasmine calls for the break, but Bill holds on.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Bill releases and rolls away, smirking as Jasmine scolds him. He pulls Ryan up and whips him into the ropes. Ryan rebounds, ducks a clothesline, and slides through Bill’s legs all the way to the outside! Barnhart turns around in confusion, and the crowd bursts into laughter as Ryan casually drapes an arm around Bea Barnhart’s shoulder. Bea turns her head with a smug smile, thinking it is Bill, then shrieks when she sees Ryan Keys standing beside her! Iris barks at Keys, but Ryan grins, gives Iris a quick pet and a doggy treat, then rolls back inside just as Bill angrily rolls to the outside!
Lunam: Ha! The cheek of Ryan Keys! He just fed the dog and rattled the wife!
Simone: And maybe rattled Bill Barnhart too, but he had better not enjoy that joke too long!
Bill storms back into the ring and Ryan meets him with quick right hands, then a sharp arm-wringer slam that takes Bulldog down. Ryan follows with a handstand leg-drop across the chest! He hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Ryan keeps moving, pulling Bill up and hitting a one-handed bulldog that drives Barnhart face-first into the mat. The crowd roars as Ryan climbs to the top rope, looking for the back-flip, but Bea jumps onto the apron and starts yelling at Jasmine. Ryan turns his attention for a split second, and that is all Bulldog needs. Bill staggers up, grabs Ryan by the trunks and arm, and launches him backward with a thunderous belly to belly super-plex off the top rope! Ryan crashes hard in the center of the ring, and Bill rolls over slowly, draping an arm across his chest!
ONE!
TWO!
Ryan gets a shoulder up!
The crowd explodes, but Bill Barnhart is frozen in shock. He sits up, eyes wide, staring at Jasmine St. John as she holds up two fingers. Bea screams from ringside that it was three. Iris barks. Bill pounds the canvas and pulls Ryan up, furious now, abandoning strategy for punishment. He tucks Ryan’s head between his thighs and signals for the piledriver. The crowd rises in alarm as Bill tries to lift him, but Ryan drops to one knee and blocks it. Bill clubs him across the back. Ryan blocks again, then backdrops Barnhart over the top, but Bill lands on the apron!
Ryan turns and Bill snaps his neck over the top rope, sending Keys stumbling back. Barnhart climbs in, stalking behind him, and locks in a sleeper hold! Ryan flails as Bill wraps his legs around the body and drags him down, squeezing with everything he has. Jasmine checks Ryan’s arm once. It drops. She checks it twice. It drops again. On the third lift, Ryan’s fist clenches before it can fall, and the crowd comes alive!
Ryan fights up with Bill on his back, staggering toward the corner. He throws himself backward, crushing Barnhart between his body and the turnbuckles. Bill releases, stumbling forward, and Ryan rebounds with a Matrix Evasion under a desperate clothesline before springing up into a running hurricanrana! Bill rolls through to his knees, and Ryan hits a chop block to the bad leg. The Roulette Champion runs to the ropes, comes back, and lands a hangman’s neckbreaker that spikes Bulldog down!
Simone: Ryan Keys is finding another gear! He has taken a beating in this match, but he is still fighting!
Lunam: He is tough as old boots, Belinda! Flashy, aye, but tough too!
Ryan climbs again, slower this time, clutching his shoulder. He reaches the top rope, steadies himself, and launches into a beautiful back-flip off the top rope, but Bill rolls out of the way! Ryan lands hard and rolls to his knees, gasping. Bulldog rises behind him, barks loudly, then drops to all fours. The crowd boos as Bill circles Ryan on hands and feet, barking like Iris, before leaping up, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s body, and hurling him with the Belly to Bulldog Suplex! Ryan lands hard and folds nearly in half!
Bill drags him up and roars to the crowd that it is over. He scoops Ryan across his shoulders for a running powerslam, holding him high as he gets a running start. Bulldog charges toward the center, but Ryan suddenly shifts his weight, sliding backward and ending up perched on Bill’s shoulders. Before Barnhart can correct his balance, Ryan snaps forward, pulling Bill down into a Victory Roll and hooking both legs tightly as Jasmine dives into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The crowd erupts as Ryan immediately releases and rolls to the outside, landing on his feet with a stunned, exhausted grin. Bill kicks free a second too late and sits up in the ring, eyes wide, completely shocked. Bea rushes inside with Iris, protesting wildly to Jasmine while Bill looks from Jasmine to Ryan as if he cannot believe the match is over.
Justin: Here is your winner! Ryan Keys!
Jasmine St. John exits the ring and joins Ryan on the floor, raising his hand high as the Roulette Champion winces through the pain but smiles through it all. Inside the ring, Bea waves her arms in disbelief while Iris barks beside a stunned Bulldog Bill Barnhart, who is still seated on the mat and replaying the sudden pin in his mind.
Simone: Ryan Keys survived a mauling tonight! Bill Barnhart controlled so much of this match with power, pressure, and veteran instincts, but Ryan found one opening and turned it into victory!
Lunam: That is why he is the Roulette Champion! Bulldog had him beaten black and blue, but Ryan Keys pulled that Victory Roll out of nowhere, hooked the legs, and stole the win fair and square! What a battle!
Simone: Barnhart may not like it, Bea may not like it, and Iris may still be barking about it, but the record book will say Ryan Keys defeated Bulldog Bill Barnhart tonight!
Lunam: Aye, and after a fight like that, Ryan Keys did more than win. He reminded everyone that you can beat him down, you can bend him, you can throw him from the top rope, but you had better finish him, because one mistake is all he needs!
BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP - ULTIMATE X OVER THE POOL
BRITTANY WILLIAMS (c) vs HARPER MASON vs BELLA MADISON vs FRANKIE HOLLIDAY
Backstage, the camera catches up with Mercedes Vargas standing in front of a black SCW backdrop, already dressed for competition. Her wrists are taped, her expression cold and focused as Ms. Rocky Mountains cautiously steps into frame.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes… tonight you face Bombshell Internet Champion Alexandra Calaway. But with Kat Jones and Cassie Wolfe both circling her title, and pressure building heading into Summer XXXTreme, do you think Alexandra is even capable of keeping her focus on you in a preview of what's to come?
Mercedes barely reacts, prompting Rocky to hesitate for a moment before continuing.
Mercedes: A preview, Rocky? No. Alexandra Calaway isn’t my preview. She’s my obstacle tonight.
The smirk fades just as quickly.
Mercedes: You know what everybody keeps doing lately? They keep talking around me. Victoria Lyons talks about surviving wars. Kat Jones and Cassie Wolfe talk about championships. Alexandra talks about carrying pressure. Meanwhile, I keep hearing people describe me like I’m some chapter they already finished reading.
She shakes her head slowly.
Mercedes: That’s dangerous.
Mercedes adjusts the tape around her wrist before continuing.
Mercedes: Alexandra’s good. Better than good. You don’t hold championship gold in this division unless you can fight through chaos. But tonight? She’s walking into this match distracted. Kat Jones is watching her. Cassie Wolfe is watching her. Everybody wants a piece of her title, and when people start looking over their shoulder… they stop protecting what’s right in front of them.
A slight grin crosses her face.
Mercedes: And what’s right in front of Alexandra Calaway tonight… is me.
Mercedes pauses for a beat, her expression cold as she steps in slightly closer to the camera, letting the silence hang before continuing.
Mercedes: Don’t worry, mamita, I’m not coming after your title. Besides, if I wanted to become the first ever four-time Bombshell Internet Champion, there’s not a damn thing you, Kat or Cassie could do about it.
Rocky visibly shifts her stance, processing the comment before pressing forward.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So this isn’t about momentum or positioning yourself for Summer XXXTreme… this is purely about sending a message?
Mercedes lets out a quiet, unimpressed laugh.
Mercedes: Victoria already got my message. She just hasn’t accepted it yet.
Her eyes narrow.
Mercedes: Tonight isn’t about championships. It’s about reminding this division exactly who they keep trying to overlook. Alexandra Calaway gets the full version of Mercedes Vargas tonight. No hesitation. No distractions. No mercy.
Mercedes starts to walk off, then stops without turning around.
Mercedes: And Alexandra? You better hope your challengers are paying attention… because they’re about to watch what happens when a champion runs into someone with nothing left to prove.
She walks out of frame.
SCW returns to programming to showing inside the locker room of Brandon Hendrix, has Brandon in his throne, a whiskey in his hand as he watches on the show, and a graphic showing Alexander Raven and is about an update on his condition, which gets a smirk from Brandon as the door to the locker room opens up and enters Hendrix's mentor and father figure, Angelo Caito. He walks over with a smile on his face and grabs a small glass and the whiskey bottle and pours himself a glass of whiskey.
Brandon Hendrix: Well?
Angelo smirks and extends his glass out.
Angelo Caito: It's official. You're the last entrance in the Internet Championship Gauntlet match at Summer X X XTreme.
Brandon smirks and taps glasses with Angelo and both men take another sip of their whiskey.
Brandon Hendrix: Good. About time SCW started giving me my flowers, even if it's a small start. Hell after what I've done in Texas and in Japan, I deserve this. But if beating Cryus Riddle's ass gets me there, then screw it, I guess that is what it took.
Angelo Caito: And the last spot? Everyone else will be tired, worn out, and beat up. Just get into the ring, toss anyone else over, and beat down whoever is left, pin them and walk out SCW Internet Champion.
Brandon Hendrix: Good. I'll be walking out Champion while now, it doesn't seem like Raven will be able to compete at the show. Good, hope that little bitch can't make the show like how he almost cost me the Lethal Lockdown match.
Angelo Caito: You know he is going to come after you, right?
Brandon finishes his glass, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Brandon Hendrix: Let him. He won't get close, not even a tad bit close. Now, go to Alicia and have her work on the gear I had planned out for this event.
Angelo nods and leaves the locker room as Brandon returns his stare to the screen where he paused on Alexander Raven's update graphic, and the evil smile forms on his face as SCW continues on to its next match.
WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP - 2/3 FALLS
VICTORIA LYONS (c) vs MERCEDES VARGAS
Referee Drew Patton enters the ring first, stepping through the ropes with the crisp authority of a man who knows he has been assigned a main event where tempers, pride, and championship implications are all bound to collide. He checks the turnbuckles, exchanges a few words with the timekeeper, then takes his place near the center of the ring as the camera sweeps across the packed arena. The fans are already on their feet, buzzing in anticipation for a non-title clash that feels bigger than its billing. Mercedes Vargas is still stalking the World Bombshell Championship scene, Alexandra Calaway is carrying the Bombshell Internet Championship into dangerous waters, and both women know that a win here could shape the road to Summer XXXTreme XIV.
Justin: The following Non-Title Match is the Main Event of Climax Control, scheduled for one fall!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas is the most experienced Bombshell on this roster, and whether the fans love her, hate her, or love to hate her, you cannot deny what she has done inside that ring.
Lunam: Aye, Belinda, and let’s not forget she’s still circlin’ the World title picture like a shark smellin’ blood in the water. Victoria Lyons may be the champion, but Mercedes Vargas is not done huntin’ her. Not by a long shot.
Justin: And her opponent!
The lights go down and Cry Little Sister by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.
Justin: From DALLAS, TX.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row.
Simone: And there is the Bombshell Internet Champion, Alexandra Calaway. She has held that championship since March 8 of this year, and at Summer XXXTreme XIV, she will defend it against both Kat Jones and Cassie Wolfe.
Lunam: That’s a rough night waitin’ for her, Belinda. One champion, two hungry challengers, and not a bit of mercy between the lot of them. Tonight, though, Alexandra has Mercedes Vargas standin’ across from her, and that’s a test all by itself.
Drew Patton steps between both competitors and gives final instructions. Mercedes leans in with a smug little smile, while Alexandra tilts her head, eyes locked on the veteran across from her. After a tense second, Alexandra extends her hand. The crowd cheers the gesture, and Mercedes looks down at it like she is deciding whether it is worth her time. Then she takes it. The handshake is clean for half a breath, but Mercedes keeps hold a second too long and yanks Alexandra forward into a tight waistlock.
DING DING DING!
Alexandra reacts instantly, lowering her base and prying at Mercedes’s grip before turning her hips and reversing into a waistlock of her own. Mercedes throws an elbow backward, but Alexandra ducks it and transitions into a side headlock. Vargas shoots her off into the ropes, drops flat, then leapfrogs on the rebound, but Alexandra stops short, snatches her wrist, and rolls through into an arm wringer. Mercedes kips up, handsprings through, and cartwheels free, twisting Alexandra into a hammerlock. Alexandra reaches back, catches Mercedes by the head, and snapmares her over, but Vargas lands seated, rolls backward, and hooks Alexandra into a quick crucifix pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both women scramble up at once. Mercedes tries a la magistral, but Alexandra blocks the roll, shifts her weight, and almost traps Vargas in a backslide. Mercedes flips through and lands on her feet, only for Alexandra to catch her with a deep arm drag. Mercedes returns fire with a somersault arm drag, then both women pop to their feet at the same time. Alexandra feints a spin kick. Mercedes leans back in a Matrix-style bridge, then snaps upright as Alexandra stops the kick inches from her face. The crowd bursts into applause as both women stare each other down.
Simone: That is exactly what we expected from two veterans. Counters, reversals, and neither woman giving the other a clean opening.
Lunam: Mercedes tried to steal a bit of control off that handshake, but Alexandra showed her she’s not some green rookie walkin’ into deep water. That was beautiful, crisp work from both Bombshells.
Mercedes claps slowly, mockingly, then circles again. This time she darts low and catches Alexandra’s left leg with a single-leg takedown. Alexandra tries to push her away, but Mercedes twists the ankle and drives a sharp elbow into the inside of Alexandra’s knee. The champion winces, and Vargas’s eyes light up. There it is. The target has been chosen. Mercedes wraps Alexandra’s leg around her own, grapevines it, and drops backward into a twisting leg lock, wrenching at the knee and ankle while Alexandra sits up and fires punches into Mercedes’s shoulder to break the hold.
Mercedes releases only to stomp down on the inside of Alexandra’s thigh. She circles the fallen champion with several little showy stomps, one to the hip, one to the knee, one to the ankle, then pauses to bow as the crowd boos. Alexandra pushes up, jaw tight, and Mercedes grabs her by the hair, dragging her toward the ropes. Drew warns her, but Vargas uses the hair-pull mat slam, snapping Alexandra down hard and immediately hooking the injured leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes rolls right into a grounded body scissors around Alexandra’s ribs while grabbing the chin, pulling back in a nasty dragon sleeper variation. Alexandra kicks with her free leg, trying to shift toward the ropes, but Mercedes squeezes and rocks side to side, keeping her trapped. The champion reaches, fingers stretching, and finally gets a boot on the bottom rope.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes releases, then throws both hands up innocently.
The crowd boos louder as Drew gets in her face. Mercedes backs off, then immediately charges back and drives her boot across Alexandra’s throat in the corner. She presses down hard, counting along in Spanish with a grin.
Drew Patton wedges himself in.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes steps away again, smiling as Alexandra coughs and drags herself up with the ropes. Vargas shushes the audience, grabs Alexandra by the wrist, and cracks a short-arm knife-edge chop across her chest. The sound echoes. She shushes them again, then delivers another, and another, and another, each one forcing Alexandra back into the corner. Mercedes goes for the short-arm clothesline, but Alexandra ducks beneath it and explodes out with furious punches, lefts and rights battering Vargas backward. Mercedes covers up, but Alexandra keeps swinging, fighting through the sting in her leg and the pressure in her throat.
Simone: Alexandra Calaway is not going to be bullied in her own division. Mercedes picked the leg, but Alexandra is answering with fists.
Lunam: That’s the champion’s heart right there. The knee’s botherin’ her already, you can see it, but she’s throwin’ leather like the pain’s only made her angrier.
Alexandra whips Mercedes to the ropes and catches her on the return with a sharp spin kick to the midsection. She follows with an STO that drives Vargas flat to the canvas, then floats into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Alexandra grabs Mercedes and pulls her up, but Vargas rakes the eyes behind Drew’s back and rolls to the floor. The crowd boos, and Alexandra blinks hard, trying to clear her vision. Mercedes circles the outside, buying time, then reaches in and yanks Alexandra’s bad leg out from under her. Alexandra hits the mat, and Mercedes drags her under the bottom rope to the floor. Vargas grabs Alexandra by the head and tries to launch her into the steel steps, but Alexandra plants her good foot, reverses with a growl, and sends Mercedes crashing knee-first into the steps. The impact flips Vargas over the steps entirely, her body tumbling awkwardly to the other side as the crowd erupts.
Lunam: Jaysus! Mercedes went into those steps and over them like she’d been fired out of a cannon!
Simone: Alexandra Calaway just turned the entire complexion of this match around, and Mercedes may have paid for every cheap shot she has taken so far.
Drew Patton starts the count as Alexandra limps after Mercedes.
ONE!
Alexandra grabs Vargas and slams her face-first into the top of the steel steps.
TWO!
She pulls her back and drives a knee into the midsection, then sends her spine-first into the barricade.
THREE!
Mercedes tries to crawl away, but Alexandra snatches her by the hair, returning the favor from earlier, and throws her into the ring apron.
FOUR!
Alexandra breaks the count by rolling in and out, then drags Mercedes back toward the ring. Vargas suddenly grabs Alexandra’s tights and pulls her forward, sending her bad knee into the edge of the apron. Alexandra cries out and drops to one knee. Mercedes, still dazed, sees the opening and clips the leg with a chop block from the side. The veteran rolls Alexandra inside and slides in after her.
Mercedes drags Alexandra toward the center and hooks both legs, turning her into a Boston crab. Alexandra shouts in pain as Mercedes sits back, focusing the pressure on the already weakened knee and lower back. The champion claws at the mat, trying to inch forward. Vargas leans back farther, then shifts her grip, almost turning it into a single-leg crab as she torques the bad leg. Alexandra’s face twists, but she refuses to quit. She plants both palms, drags herself forward, and after a long struggle, grabs the bottom rope. Mercedes holds until Drew counts again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes lets go and immediately argues with Drew.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas has chosen Alexandra’s left leg, and she is dissecting it with surgical precision.
Lunam: That’s experience, Belinda. Cruel experience, aye, but experience. Mercedes is not throwin’ moves at random. She’s buildin’ a road to victory one limp at a time.
Mercedes pulls Alexandra up and goes for Double Jeopardy, catching her in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Alexandra slips free at the last second and lands behind her. Alexandra fires a V-Trigger to the back of the head. Mercedes drops to a knee, and Alexandra bounces off the ropes for a bulldog, spiking Vargas face-first into the mat. Alexandra rolls her over.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Alexandra grabs the leg now, stepping through for a Sharpshooter. Mercedes panics and kicks wildly, but Alexandra turns her over. The crowd roars as Mercedes is trapped, Alexandra sitting down with everything she has despite the pain screaming through her own leg. Mercedes claws forward, biting her lip, reaching for the ropes. Alexandra tries to drag her back, but her injured knee buckles just enough for Mercedes to twist, roll through, and send Alexandra shoulder-first into the turnbuckle.
Mercedes pulls herself up and charges. Alexandra moves, and Vargas crashes chest-first into the corner. Alexandra limps to the opposite corner, scales the ropes slowly, and launches into a split-legged moonsault. She lands hard across Mercedes’s body and hooks the far leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The crowd groans at the near fall. Alexandra sits up, frustrated but focused. She pulls Mercedes toward the corner and climbs again, perhaps thinking Senton Bomb, but Mercedes springs up and cuts the leg, kicking the bad knee out from under her. Alexandra crotches herself on the top turnbuckle and collapses awkwardly onto the apron. Mercedes follows, stepping through the ropes onto the apron as both women fight on the narrow edge of the ring.
Mercedes hooks Alexandra’s head and signals for something dangerous, trying to position her for a piledriver on the hardest part of the ring. The crowd rises in alarm. Alexandra blocks once, then again, clasping her hands around Mercedes’s legs. With a roar, Alexandra powers Vargas up, turns her body, and delivers an Alabama Slam on the apron. Mercedes bounces off the edge with a sickening thud and collapses to the floor.
Simone: Alabama Slam on the apron! Mercedes may have just had the air driven out of her body!
Lunam: There’s no give there, none at all! That apron’s all steel and wood beneath a thin bit of padding, and Mercedes Vargas just found every inch of it!
The crowd is roaring when a wave of boos suddenly rises from one side of the arena. The camera turns, and Cassie Wolfe appears at ringside, arms folded, a smug look on her face as she saunters down like she owns the place. Alexandra, still on the apron, notices her and glares.
Simone: Oh, come on. What is Cassie Wolfe doing out here?
Lunam: Scoutin’, she’ll say. Lurkin’, I’ll say. Alexandra has enough trouble in the ring without Cassie stickin’ her nose into it.
The distraction costs Alexandra a precious moment. Mercedes, barely standing, crawls back onto the apron. Alexandra grabs her from behind in a rear waistlock and lifts, trying for a German suplex to the floor. The arena gasps. Even Cassie’s smirk drops for a second. Mercedes fights desperately, elbows flying backward. She twists around, drops to the floor, and keeps hold of Alexandra’s waist. In one brutal motion, Mercedes yanks Alexandra off the apron and powerbombs her to the floor.
The impact is horrifying. Alexandra’s back and shoulders slam into the protective mats, her bad leg kicking out from the force. The front row recoils. Drew Patton immediately drops out of the ring to check on both women as the fans chant in shock.
Simone: Powerbomb to the floor! My God, Alexandra Calaway may be hurt!
Lunam: That was ugly, Belinda. That was the kind of fall that rattles the spine and empties the lungs. Mercedes saved herself from disaster and put the champion through hell to do it.
Drew starts the count only after both women stir.
ONE!
Mercedes crawls toward the ring.
TWO!
Alexandra rolls to her side, clutching her back and knee.
THREE!
Mercedes grabs the apron skirt and pulls herself up.
FOUR!
Cassie leans close, taunting Alexandra, but she keeps her hands behind her back as Drew warns her not to get involved.
FIVE!
Mercedes rolls inside, then rolls back out to break the count, proving she does not want a count out. She wants the win. She drags Alexandra up and throws her back into the ring, sliding in after her and covering.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The building explodes as Alexandra gets a shoulder up. Mercedes slaps the mat in disbelief. She grabs Alexandra’s legs and rolls her into a Gedo Clutch.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes immediately transitions to a jackknife pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Alexandra bridges out, spins behind, and catches Mercedes with a teardrop suplex. Both women are down. Drew checks them as the crowd claps, building the rhythm, willing them back up. Mercedes rises first, but Alexandra catches her with a chokeslam out of nowhere, planting her near the corner. Alexandra collapses into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes barely survives, and Alexandra looks stunned. Alexandra pulls herself to the corner again, climbing with visible pain. Cassie shouts from ringside, and Alexandra briefly points at her, telling her to stay out of it. Alexandra launches for the Senton Bomb, but Mercedes rolls away. Alexandra crashes into the mat. Mercedes pounces, rolling her onto her stomach and tying up the legs before bridging back into Divine Mercy, her variation of the Muta lock. Alexandra screams as the hold bends her neck, back, and damaged leg all at once.
Simone: Divine Mercy! Mercedes has it locked in!
Lunam: There’s nowhere to go! Alexandra’s leg has been torn apart all match, and now Mercedes has the back and neck trapped too!
Alexandra refuses to tap. She claws forward, inch by inch, dragging Mercedes with her. The crowd screams her name. Cassie watches with narrowed eyes, clearly studying the damage. Alexandra reaches, misses, reaches again, and finally hooks the rope with two fingers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes breaks and pulls Alexandra away by the ankle, but Alexandra rolls through and kicks her in the face. Mercedes staggers. Alexandra rises on one leg and nails a Curb Stomp, driving Vargas into the canvas. The champion hooks the leg with everything left.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The crowd cannot believe it. Alexandra slaps the mat once, then drags Mercedes up for the Air Raid Crash. Mercedes slides down behind her, clips the knee, and rolls Alexandra into a schoolgirl with a handful of tights.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both women scramble up. Mercedes throws Be Still My Heart, but Alexandra ducks the savate kick and catches her with a furious forearm. Mercedes answers with a spinning roundhouse to the side of Alexandra’s head. Alexandra staggers but rebounds with another V-Trigger. Mercedes stumbles into the ropes, bounces back, and hits a discus clothesline that turns Alexandra inside out.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
At the top of the stage, the crowd erupts again. Victoria Lyons walks out with the World Bombshell Championship over her shoulder, eyes fixed on Mercedes Vargas. She does not move toward the ring. She does not need to. Her presence says enough. Mercedes sees her and rises slowly, smiling through exhaustion, pointing at the World title. Victoria raises the belt slightly, staring holes through Vargas.
Simone: And there is the World Bombshell Champion, Victoria Lyons. Mercedes Vargas may be in the ring with Alexandra Calaway, but Victoria knows Mercedes is still in her orbit.
Lunam: Aye, and Mercedes knows it too. Look at her. She’s got one eye on the champion of this match and one eye on the champion standin’ at the stage.
Alexandra nearly makes Mercedes pay for it. She spins Vargas around and hoists her onto her shoulders for the Air Raid Crash, but Mercedes fights free with sharp elbows to the jaw. She lands behind Alexandra, hooks the arm, and drills her with a handspring tornado DDT. Alexandra spikes hard but somehow rolls to her knees. Mercedes grabs her by the hair, pulls her up, and the crowd boos as she draws a thumb across her throat. She lifts Alexandra into position, turning her body upside down and across the shoulders.
Simone: No, no, Mercedes has her up!
Lunam: Black Rose Overdrive! If she hits this, it’s done!
Mercedes drives Alexandra down with the Black Rose Overdrive, the inverted Death Valley Driver landing with devastating impact. Alexandra folds against the mat, and Mercedes hooks both legs deep.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The arena fills with boos as Mercedes rolls off Alexandra and sits up with a victorious, exhausted grin. Drew raises her hand, though Mercedes yanks it higher, demanding the spotlight. Alexandra lies on the mat, chest rising and falling, her leg clearly aching after the punishment it absorbed.
Justin: Here is your winner, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Simone: Mercedes Vargas has defeated the Bombshell Internet Champion in our main event, and she did it after one of the hardest fought matches we have seen on Climax Control in some time.
Lunam: Say what ye will about Mercedes, and I’ve got plenty to say, but she had a plan and she stuck to it. She took Alexandra’s leg, broke down the champion’s movement, survived the fight on the outside, survived the apron, survived every near fall, and finished her with the Black Rose Overdrive.
Mercedes rolls out of the ring, still staring up the ramp at Victoria Lyons. The World Champion remains where she is, expression cold and unreadable. Mercedes backs up the ramp slowly, pointing at herself and then at the title. Victoria lifts the belt again, not flinching.
Inside the ring, Alexandra pushes herself to her hands and knees. Cassie Wolfe suddenly slides in behind her, and the boos become deafening. Cassie pounces, stomping Alexandra across the back, then driving repeated boots into the damaged leg Mercedes spent the entire match targeting. Alexandra curls up, trying to protect herself, but Cassie keeps stomping, her face twisted with vicious satisfaction.
Simone: Oh, come on! The match is over! Alexandra Calaway went through a war, and now Cassie Wolfe is picking the bones!
Lunam: That’s cowardice, plain and simple! She waited until Alexandra had been battered half to death and now she’s puttin’ the boots to her!
Cassie grabs Alexandra by the hair and shouts down at her, but the crowd suddenly roars as Kat Jones hops the barricade. Kat slides into the ring and tackles Cassie to the mat, hammering her with punches as the fans explode. Cassie scrambles away, shocked and furious, but Kat stays on her. Alexandra pulls herself up using the ropes, sees Cassie trying to escape, and joins Kat in grabbing her legs. Together, Kat and Alexandra drag Cassie back toward the middle of the ring.
Cassie kicks wildly and scrambles to her feet, only to be trapped between them. Kat throws a punch that snaps Cassie’s head one way. Alexandra throws one that snaps it back the other. They batter her between them, left and right, right and left, until Cassie staggers in a panic. Alexandra loads up for a clothesline, but Cassie ducks at the last second, and Alexandra’s arm crashes across Kat Jones instead. Kat hits the mat and immediately pops up, furious.
Simone: Alexandra didn’t mean to hit Kat, but in the heat of the moment, that may not matter!
Lunam: That’s the problem with a triple threat waitin’ in the wings, Belinda. Friends, enemies, uneasy allies, it all goes sideways when the fists start flyin’!
Kat shoves Alexandra. Alexandra shoves back. Cassie sees the opening and jumps both of them, and the ring erupts into chaos. Kat and Cassie roll across the mat trading punches. Alexandra grabs Cassie and pulls her off, only for Kat to swing at Cassie and catch Alexandra in the shoulder. Alexandra fires back on instinct. The three women collide again, a wild three-way brawl exploding in the center of the ring as officials and security rush down from the back.
Cassie tries to bail, but Kat catches her by the hair. Alexandra grabs Kat by the waist to pull her back, and all three tumble into the ropes. Security floods the ring, separating bodies, but none of the three want to stop. Alexandra lunges over one guard toward Cassie. Kat breaks free from another and tries to get at both of them. Cassie screams that the title is hers, pointing at Alexandra while kicking at the ropes.
At the top of the ramp, Mercedes Vargas reaches Victoria Lyons. The two women stand face to face, Mercedes sweaty and victorious, Victoria still holding the World Bombshell Championship like a warning. Neither woman speaks. Neither woman steps back. Behind them, the ring remains a storm of security, referees, and furious Bombshells being dragged apart.
Simone: What a night. Mercedes Vargas has pinned the Bombshell Internet Champion, Cassie Wolfe tried to make a statement, Kat Jones evened the odds, and now the Internet title picture is completely out of control.
Lunam: And don’t forget that staredown at the top of the ramp. Mercedes Vargas may have won tonight, but Victoria Lyons is standin’ right there with the prize Mercedes wants most. Next week, we’re in Kalamazoo, Michigan at the Wings Event Center, and after this madness, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Simone: For Erik Lunam, I’m Belinda Simone. Thank you for joining us for Climax Control. We will see you next week in Kalamazoo!
The final shot shows Mercedes Vargas and Victoria Lyons locked in a chilling staredown at the stage, the World title gleaming between them, while Alexandra Calaway, Kat Jones, and Cassie Wolfe are still being restrained in the ring. The credits begin to roll as the brawl continues and the screen fades out.
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!