The broadcast opens to a sweeping aerial shot of Kalamazoo, Michigan, the city spread beneath a warm evening sky as the golden glow of sunset catches the rooftops, the trees, and the busy streets below. The camera glides over the heart of the city, catching quick, vibrant images of downtown Kalamazoo alive with movement and energy. Cars roll through the streets, pedestrians gather outside restaurants and shops, and the city seems to pulse with the anticipation of a night that belongs to Sin City Wrestling.
The montage continues with a shot of the Air Zoo Aerospace & Science Museum, where towering aircraft and space-age displays give the city an unmistakable spark of imagination and adventure. The camera then cuts to the Kalamazoo Valley Museum, its halls filled with history, science, and discovery, before transitioning to the lush natural beauty of the Kalamazoo Nature Center, where trails wind beneath the trees and the city shows off a quieter, greener side of itself. The images move fast, full of color and life, giving the SCW Universe at home a taste of a city ready to make its mark on the Road To Summer XXXTreme XIV.
The music swells as the scene shifts to just outside of the Wings Event Center, where fans by the hundreds are lined up and waiting to get inside. The camera scans overhead, catching the excitement rippling through the crowd as fans cheer, wave, and throw their arms toward the lens. Some bounce on their heels, some chant for SCW, and others point toward the arena with huge smiles on their faces, knowing they are about to be part of the very first Sin City Wrestling event in Kalamazoo, Michigan!
The camera sweeps past the entrance, catching the glow of the building lights and the long line of fans still making their way toward the doors. The atmosphere is electric, loud, and proud, with the night air filled by cheers, laughter, and the unmistakable roar of people ready for an unforgettable night of action. The shot lingers for one final moment on the outside of the Wings Event Center before the broadcast transitions inside.
The camera cuts to the interior of the Wings Event Center, and the sound explodes.
The arena is packed with cheering fans as the camera sweeps across the stands, showing the SCW Universe on their feet and waving signs dedicated to their favorite Superstars and Bombshells. The crowd is alive with motion, a sea of arms, lights, colors, and excitement as the camera pans from one side of the arena to the other. Fans cheer louder each time they spot themselves on the big screen, and the energy inside the building rises with every passing second.
The camera circles around the six-sided ring, its ropes shining beneath the arena lights, before settling on Justin Decent standing proudly in the center. Justin is dressed for the heat and the spotlight in a fitted sleeveless black dress shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing just enough chest to make the front row take notice. His trousers are sharp, his shoes gleam under the lights, and his microphone is raised as the cheers continue to crash down from every direction.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and members of the SCW Universe watching live around the world! Welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
The crowd roars, and Justin pauses with a wide grin, letting the reaction build as the camera pans across the cheering fans once again.
Justin: And for the very first time ever, Sin City Wrestling has come to Kalamazoo, Michigan! We are live from the Wings Event Center!
The fans erupt, many jumping from their seats and throwing their arms into the air. Justin turns in a slow circle inside the ring, soaking in the response as the noise grows louder and louder.
Justin: Tonight, history is being made right here in Kalamazoo, and what a night we have in store for you! The Road To Summer XXXTreme XIV is heating up, the Princess Cruise is waiting, and every Superstar and Bombshell in the back knows that the closer we get to that ship, the more dangerous the waters become!
The camera briefly catches fans cheering wildly before returning to Justin in the middle of the ring.
Justin: Already announced for Summer XXXTreme XIV, World Bombshell Champion Victoria Lyons will defend her championship against Mercedes Vargas in a Two Out of Three Falls match! And of course, it would not be Summer XXXTreme without the traditional Ultimate X Over the Pool Matches for the Superstar and Bombshell Roulette Championships!
Another wave of cheers rolls through the Wings Event Center, the crowd responding loudly to the mention of the championship matches. Justin nods along with the noise, his smile widening as the anticipation builds.
Justin: But before we get to the sun, the sea, the pool, and whatever poor soul gets dropped into it from high above, we have one incredible night ahead of us right here in Kalamazoo! And there is only one person fabulous enough, fearless enough, and questionably dressed enough to begin this evening the way it deserves to be begun!
Justin turns toward the entrance stage with a flourish.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SCW’s Hostess With the Mosstess, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
A burst of campy music erupts through the arena as the lights shift into bright, playful colors. Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage with the overdone dignity of a true queen, lifting one hand in a royal wave as if the entire arena has gathered purely to bask in her arrival. She is dressed in a towering rainbow wig that rises in teased curls almost high enough to need its own zip code, with glittering butterflies pinned throughout like they lost a fight with a craft store. Her dress is an outrageous explosion of sequins, feathers, rhinestones, and sheer confidence, with enormous rainbow shoulder pieces that flutter every time she moves and a skirt layered so dramatically that it looks like Pride Month got into a fistfight with a wedding cake and won.
Amanda pauses at the top of the stage, places one hand over her heart, and looks out across the Wings Event Center as though accepting the surrender of a small nation.
Amanda: Kalamazoo, Michigan! Look at you, gorgeous people!
The crowd cheers as Amanda beams, fanning herself dramatically.
Amanda: And let me say this from the bottom of my padded, cinched, glitter-covered heart. Happy Pride Month, darlings!
The camera sweeps across the arena, catching fans in rainbow colors cheering, waving, and celebrating from their seats. The noise swells as Amanda lifts both hands and nods with approving grandeur.
Amanda: Oh yes! I see you! I love you! I support you! And some of you moisturized before coming here tonight, which means there is hope for this country after all!
The fans laugh and cheer as Amanda turns her attention back toward the arena with a dazzling smile.
Amanda: And what an honor it is to be here in this wondrous city named after a musical instrument, Kalamazoo!
The fans burst into laughter, and Amanda blinks innocently as if she has said the most reasonable thing in the world.
Amanda: What? It sounds like something you shake during a parade! Kalamazoo! See? Educational and festive!
The laughter continues, and Amanda gives the crowd a playful curtsy before placing one hand dramatically against her chest.
Amanda: Now, I heard our beautiful Justin Decent talking about Summer XXXTreme XIV, and honey, he is absolutely right! We are on the Road To Summer XXXTreme, and this year we are going back aboard the Princess Cruise, where a princess can finally be treated like a queen!
Amanda turns slowly toward the nearest camera, narrowing her eyes with comic seriousness.
Amanda: And Ryan Keys, if you are watching, listen to Auntie Amanda. Ignore Christian Underwood. Do not let that man silence your art. You rock those white trunks for this... MOMENTOUS occasion!
The crowd cheers and laughs, and Amanda gives the camera a long, knowing look before snapping her fan open with a sharp crack.
Amanda: Because tonight, Kalamazoo, we have drama! We have danger! We have championship dreams, broken egos, bruised bodies, and enough attitude backstage to power this arena if the lights go out!
Amanda gestures out to the cheering fans, her voice rising with each word.
Amanda: So get loud, get proud, and get ready, because Sin City Wrestling has arrived in Kalamazoo! And now, my beautiful little rainbow rebels, it is time to begin things properly, with a song!
The crowd cheers as Amanda takes her position, lifting her chin with theatrical poise. The lights dim slightly, the spotlight tightens around her, and the opening notes of music begin to play through the Wings Event Center.
Amanda: I walked in quiet once, hiding in the crowd,
Swallowed every sparkle, turned my heartbeat down.
They told me love should whisper, told me shine was sin,
But baby, look who’s laughing now, the spotlight let me in.
I stitched my flag from every scar,
Painted my truth across the stars,
Put my heels on holy ground,
And dared the world to turn me down.
No more shame in the mirror,
No more fear in my name,
I was not made for shrinking,
I was born to fan the flame.
I am pride, I am thunder, I am glitter in the rain,
I am every broken heart that learned to beat again.
I am loud, I am lovely, I am fire, I am grace,
I am every color dancing right across my face.
Raise the flag, raise your hands, let the whole world see,
There is power in the love they said we should not need.
I am here, I am queer, I am standing in the light,
And honey, I was born in every color tonight.
Call me queen, call me trouble, call me too much if you dare,
I’ll be too much in rhinestones with roses in my hair.
I come from chosen family, from dance floors and from tears,
From elders who kept marching through the hate and through the years.
For every child who feels alone,
For every heart without a home,
I’ll sing it high, I’ll sing it true,
There’s a rainbow waiting there for you.
No more hiding the magic,
No more begging for space,
We are not asking permission,
We are taking our place.
I am pride, I am thunder, I am glitter in the rain,
I am every broken heart that learned to beat again.
I am loud, I am lovely, I am fire, I am grace,
I am every color dancing right across my face.
Raise the flag, raise your hands, let the whole world see,
There is power in the love they said we should not need.
I am here, I am queer, I am standing in the light,
And honey, I was born in every color tonight.
Pink for the love they tried to deny,
Red for the rage that kept us alive,
Orange for joy that refuses to fade,
Yellow for mornings our courage made.
Green for the gardens where new dreams grow,
Blue for the tears only brave hearts know,
Purple for royalty, fierce and divine,
Every single color in this body is mine.
We are pride, we are thunder, we are glitter in the rain,
We are every broken heart that learned to beat again.
We are loud, we are lovely, we are fire, we are grace,
We are every color shining right across this place.
Raise the flag, raise your hands, let the whole world see,
There is power in the love they said we should not need.
We are here, we are queer, we are standing in the light,
And honey, we were born in every color tonight.
So let the drums roll, let the church bells ring,
Let the whole damn street hear the people sing.
I found my crown, I found my fight,
And I was born in every color tonight.
The final note of Amanda Hugginkiss’s opening performance rings out through the Wings Event Center, and for one suspended moment, Amanda holds her pose beneath the lights with one hand raised high, her rainbow-feathered ensemble shimmering from every direction. The crowd in Kalamazoo responds with an eruption of cheers and applause, rising to their feet as Amanda beams out at them with all the theatrical dignity of a queen who knows she has given the people exactly what they came for.
Amanda places her palms together in front of her heart in a grand gesture of thanks, lowering her head in a deeply exaggerated bow as the applause continues to pour over her. She lifts her chin, presses both hands to her lips, and blows kiss after kiss toward every side of the arena, making sure the SCW Universe gets the full blessing of her affection before turning with a dramatic flourish. With one last flutter of her fingers and a wink toward the camera, Amanda vanishes backstage behind the curtains, leaving the fans still cheering in her wake.
The camera transitions down to ringside, where Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam are seated at the broadcasters table with the roaring fans behind them. Belinda is dressed in tasteful business casual attire, wearing a fitted navy blazer over a soft cream blouse, her look polished and professional without being overly formal. Beside her, Erik Lunam sits with a much wilder sense of style, wearing a black mesh shirt beneath a sharply cut red-and-black jacket, layered chains around his neck, dark rings on his fingers, and black nails that catch the arena lights whenever he gestures.
Simone: Welcome back, everyone, to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control, live from the Wings Event Center in Kalamazoo, Michigan! The SCW Universe is on fire tonight, and after that opening from Amanda Hugginkiss, I do not know how anyone in this building could possibly be sitting still!
Lunam: Ah, Belinda, would ye listen to this crowd! Kalamazoo has opened its arms to Sin City Wrestling, and I swear to ye, this place feels like it has been waiting all night to explode! What a welcome, what a city, and what a night we have ahead of us!
The camera pulls back slightly, showing the six-sided ring in the background as the fans continue to cheer. Belinda turns toward Erik with a smile, then looks back into the camera as the broadcast settles into the energy of the evening.
Simone: And what a time for SCW to make its debut here in Kalamazoo, because the Road To Summer XXXTreme XIV is officially heating up! We are getting closer and closer to one of the most anticipated events of the year, and this year’s show will be headlined by the World Bombshell Champion herself, Victoria Lyons!
Lunam: Aye, and she will not be sailing into calm waters, either! Victoria Lyons will defend that World Bombshell Championship against Mercedes Vargas in a Two Out of Three Falls match, and when ye talk about a main event with pressure, pride, and punishment written all over it, that one has all three in buckets!
Simone: Victoria Lyons has been dominant, ruthless, and proud every step of the way, but Mercedes Vargas is one of the most accomplished Bombshells to ever step inside an SCW ring. Two Out of Three Falls means there will be no lucky moment, no quick escape, and no easy way out. Whoever leaves as champion will have to prove it more than once!
Lunam: And that is what makes it dangerous, Belinda! Ye can win the first fall and still lose the match. Ye can survive one mistake and still be dragged into another. It is the kind of match that tests not just skill, but heart, patience, and how much pain a champion is willing to swallow before the night is through!
The camera catches another wave of excited fans near ringside before returning to the broadcast table. The atmosphere remains loud and restless, with the crowd clearly ready for the first official match of the night.
Simone: But before we reach Summer XXXTreme XIV, we have a huge night of Climax Control action right here in Kalamazoo! Tonight, the World Bombshell Champion Victoria Lyons will be in action, and anytime Victoria steps inside that ring, everyone in the Bombshell division pays attention!
Lunam: They would be fools not to! Victoria does not just wrestle to win, she wrestles to remind everyone that the crown sits where it belongs. She has been carrying herself like a queen with a warhammer, and tonight, Kalamazoo gets to see that up close!
Simone: And she is not the only World Champion competing tonight! The World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey is also scheduled for action, and that alone makes this a must-see edition of Climax Control!
Lunam: Miles Kasey is one of the brightest stars in SCW, and every time he steps between those ropes, he does it with that championship target square on his back! Every challenger watches him. Every rival studies him. Every man in that locker room wants what he has, and tonight he has to walk into Kalamazoo and prove again why he is the World Heavyweight Champion!
Simone: Two World Champions in action on the same night, the Road To Summer XXXTreme XIV getting hotter by the week, and a packed Wings Event Center ready to make noise from start to finish! Ladies and gentlemen, we are just getting started!
Lunam: So keep yer hands free, keep yer voice ready, and do not blink, because Climax Control in Kalamazoo is about to kick into high gear!
Simone: And we are opening tonight with Bombshell action that could have major implications on the Road To Summer XXXTreme XIV! Kat Jones is already looking ahead to the Princess Cruise, where she will challenge for the Bombshell Internet Championship, but before she can think about championship gold, she has to get through Bea Barnhart right here tonight in Kalamazoo! Bea is never an easy opponent for anyone, and she would love nothing more than to throw Kat off course, score a major win, and remind everyone in the Bombshell division that she is not to be overlooked. For Kat, this is about momentum, focus, and proving that she is ready for the spotlight when Summer XXXTreme arrives!
Lunam: And now we turn our eyes toward two men who are both bound for the Overboard Internet Gauntlet at Summer XXXTreme XIV, but tonight in Kalamazoo, there is pride, momentum, and a whole lot of frustration on the line! Brayden Williams is a third generation talent, born into this business with expectations wrapped around his shoulders, but he is still searching for that first victory here in SCW, and there would be no better time to find it than right now against Cyrus Riddle! But Cyrus is not the kind of man who offers charity, encouragement, or an easy night at the office. He will look to punish every mistake Brayden makes, and if Brayden wants to prove he belongs in that gauntlet and in this company, then he has to step up, dig deep, and fight like a man who refuses to leave Kalamazoo empty-handed!
Simone: Up next, this rivalry takes another very personal turn as Brandon “F’n” Hendrix finally steps into the ring with Helluva Bottom Carter! Hendrix has already gone to war with Carter’s husband, the World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey, and he has clashed with Carter’s brother-in-law LJ Kasey as well, but tonight he faces the man who may have the most emotional stake in this entire issue! Carter has watched Hendrix insert himself into the orbit of his family again and again, and now he gets the chance to stand across the ring from him, look him in the eyes, and make this fight his own. Hendrix is dangerous, arrogant, and more than willing to push every button he can find, but Carter is a former World Heavyweight Champion in his own right, and if Brandon thinks this is just another stop on his path through the Kasey family, he may be in for a very rude awakening here tonight!
Lunam: Now this one has the feel of a champion walking straight into a storm, because Victoria Lyons may be the reigning World Bombshell Champion, but standing across from her tonight is Seleana Zdunich, a former multi-time champion who knows exactly what it takes to survive at the very top of this division! Aye, the championship itself is not on the line, but do not let that fool ye for even a second, because a win over Victoria Lyons this close to Summer XXXTreme XIV would shake the entire Bombshell division and put Seleana right back in the thick of the conversation! Victoria has been carrying that title with arrogance, power, and a wicked mean streak, but Seleana has experience, heart, and the kind of calm under pressure that can frustrate even the most dangerous champion. This is not just a non-title match, Belinda. This is a test, a message, and maybe, if Seleana has her way, the beginning of a very uncomfortable night for the World Bombshell Champion!
Simone: And in tonight’s Main Event, the World Heavyweight Champion Miles Kasey steps into a Non-Title match with a man who has made things deeply personal for his family, Logan Hunter! For weeks now, Logan has been making Helluva Bottom Carter’s life and career miserable, pushing buttons, crossing lines, and turning what should have been professional competition into something far more bitter. But this is where things become even more complicated, because Logan Hunter is not just some outside threat. He is Carter’s own fellow GO Gym alumni, a man who came from the same training ground and knows exactly how to twist that shared history into something ugly. Miles Kasey is not defending the championship tonight, but do not mistake this for a low-stakes match, because when the World Heavyweight Champion stands across the ring from the man tormenting his husband, pride, family, and payback are all on the line! All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
The screen fades in from black to a sweeping aerial shot of a massive Princess cruise ship cutting through bright blue ocean waters beneath a golden summer sky. The SCW logo flashes across the screen, followed by clips of screaming fans, championship gold, bodies flying from the ropes, and the glittering pool deck being prepared for battle.
Voice Over: This summer, Sin City Wrestling sets sail once again!
The camera glides over the ship’s upper deck, where the ring is shown being constructed beneath the open sky. Crew members tighten cables above the pool as the sun reflects off the water below. The words “SUMMER XXXTREME XIV” slam onto the screen in bold letters.
Voice Over: Aboard the Princess Cruise, under the sun, beneath the stars, and surrounded by open water, the hottest Supercard of the year returns with danger in every direction!
Quick flashes show the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, the World Bombshell Championship, the Roulette Championship, and the Bombshell Roulette Championship, each gleaming under sharp arena lights.
Voice Over: Championships will be defended. Rivalries will explode. Careers will rise, careers will fall, and on the open seas, there is nowhere to run.
Miles Kasey is shown raising the SCW World Heavyweight Championship high, followed by Logan Hunter sitting cold and confident with the Shields Sisters standing nearby. The footage cuts sharply to Carter in battle, then to Logan staring into the camera with a predator’s grin.
Voice Over: Miles Kasey stands as World Heavyweight Champion, but Logan Hunter has made his intentions clear. Pain. Consequences. And the kind of message that does not stop with the champion alone.
The screen cuts to Victoria Lyons with the World Bombshell Championship over her shoulder, her expression arrogant and royal. The image glitches into Mercedes Vargas stepping toward the camera, cold and certain, before the words “TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS” crash across the screen.
Voice Over: Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas settle it in a match where one fall is not enough. Two out of three falls. No excuses. No escape. Only proof.
Ryan Keys appears next, standing on the pool deck in his white jacket with the Roulette Championship raised high. The shot cuts to Ciarán Doyle and Zayvion Lyons, then to the Ultimate X cables stretched above the pool.
Voice Over: Ryan Keys walks into Summer XXXTreme as Roulette Champion, but above the pool, pride is not enough. Ciarán Doyle wants his first taste of SCW gold. Zayvion Lyons wants his championship back. And in Ultimate X Over the Pool, one wrong move can send anyone crashing into the deep end.
The footage shifts to Brittany Williams smirking with the Bombshell Roulette Championship, then to Harper Mason, Frankie Holliday, and Bella Madison. The camera cuts to the pool again, this time with the cables looming overhead like a threat.
Voice Over: The Bombshell Roulette Championship will hang high, and Brittany Williams will have to survive challengers who are hungry, furious, and ready to risk everything for their moment at sea.
Fast cuts show Helluva Bottom Carter stepping through the ropes, Brandon Hendrix shouting from ringside, Alexandra Calaway clutching the Bombshell Internet Championship, Cassie Wolfe glaring into the camera, Kat Jones standing defiant, and Mercedes Vargas smiling with icy confidence.
Voice Over: Grudges will boil over. Scores will be settled. Every slap, every insult, every betrayal, every cheap shot, and every promise of revenge comes aboard with them.
The music rises as the screen flashes between the pool, the ring, the cheering crowd, the ship’s horn sounding, and waves crashing against the hull. Fireworks burst digitally across the sky as the Summer XXXTreme XIV logo returns.
Voice Over: This is not just a wrestling event. This is chaos on the water. This is championship glory under the summer sun. This is Sin City Wrestling at its most dangerous, most unpredictable, and most unforgettable.
The final shot shows the Princess cruise ship sailing into the horizon as the SCW logo burns bright across the screen.
Voice Over: Summer XXXTreme XIV! Live aboard the Princess Cruise! When SCW sets sail, anything can happen!
We are directed to the backstage camera person who is looking for the dressing room for Bea Barnhart. When they find the correct dressing room they knock on the door and Bea Barnhart opens the door and greets the camera person.
Bea: Thanks for coming to get a shot of us getting ready to go to the staging area for my match against Kat Jones.
Bill: Just to let the viewers know I am walking with Bea to the staging area and that I have a seat at ringside to watch Bea defeat Kat Jones. I am not at ringside to interfere in her match. I am not at ringside to harass Kat Jones. I am at ringside to enjoy watching Bea earn a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship at the next SuperCard event.
Bea: Bill there has not been an official announcement that when I defeat Kat at this event that I will be automatically entered into the Bombshell Roulette Championship match. It is more along the lines of I hope that it how it will work but the decision is up to Management If I do get assigned to that match at the SuperCard event then I plan on winning and becoming the Bombshell Roulette Champion.
Bea and Bill step into the hallway and start on their way to get to the staging area for Bea to be ready to make her entrance for her match against Kat Jones.
Bea: Even if Management does not see fit for me to be entered in the Bombshell Roulette Championship match even after I defeat Kat Jones tonight that is okay. I respect Management and I am here to serve where they feel I am needed.
Bea and Bill arrive at the steps leading up to the area where wrestlers make their entrances.
Bill: Do the best you can in your match Bea. I have to go to my assigned seating at ringside and I will be cheering you on.
Bea: Thank you Bill. I have every intention of winning this match and hopefully getting assigned to the Bombshell Roulette Championship match at the next SuperCard that is okay.
The backstage attendant informs Bea she needs to get to the top of the steps to be ready to make her entrance and Bea does so and when Bea is out of camera range the camera person cuts their camera feed.
Justin: This match scheduled for one fall... introducing first...
"Release me"
The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
Justin: “Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!”
Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits Bea Barnhart’s arrival.
Justin: And her opponent... hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia... Bea Barnhart.
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating of the bell to be rung...
DING DING DING!
They take a few steps before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they then jockey for position, as Barnhart briefly overpowers Jones and pushes her up against the ropes, but Jones quickly counters and pushes against Barnhart, which the ref quickly moves in and gets a single count in...
Simone: Jones and Barnhart don’t waste a break and quickly move in and lock up and jockey for position, as Barnhart momentarily overpowers Jones and pushes her up against the ropes, but Jones quickly counters but the ref forces her to break.
ONE!
Barnhart quickly counters, as the ref gives her a warning before Jones pushes Barnhart into the corner and pins here there, where the ref moves in and gives Jones a warning before counting...
Lunam: Barnhart now counters, which the ref warns her but Jones is back on Barnhart and pushes her into the corner and once again the ref moves in.
ONE!
TWO!
Jones breaks and backs off with her hands in the area, as Barnhart takes a moment before rushing from the corner, but Jones drops to a knee and she takes swipe at Barnhart’s legs and sends her down to the mat, where Jones then leaps onto Barnhart and goes for a pin...
Simone: Jones back off and retreats as Barnhart then moves from the corner but Jones trips her and then goes for a pin.
ONE!
Kickout!
Barnhart kicks out, where Jones is first to her feet, but Barnhart takes an extra second as she tries to trip Jones, but Jones dodges it but Barnhart rises up and grabs Jones around the head and takes her down to the mat with a snapmare before going for a cover...
Lunam: Barnhart kicks out, as Jones makes her way to her feet, Barnhart attempt to trip Jones but Jones dodges it, however, Barnhart rises up and grabs Jones and hits a snapmare and goes for a cover her own.
ONE!
Kickout!
Jones kicks out this time as they both get to their feet, where they hesitate for a moment before moving in and locking up once more as they briefly jockey before Jones breaks and grabs Barnhart into a headlock, which Barnhart looks for a way out as she grabs at Jones’ head, as she tries to push herself away from Jones but Jones doesn’t release and Barnhart grabs Jones around the waist and then pushes Jones away towards the ropes, which Barnhart then drops down to the map and Jones leaps over her before rushing the ropes opposite and hits them as Barnhart makes her way to her feet but before she can react, Jones hits a shoulder block and sends Barnhart down to the mat.
Simone: Jones kicks out and they quickly make their way to their feet, where take a moment before moving back in and lock up, where they jockey before Jones grabs Barnhart into a headlock.
Lunam: Barnhart looks for a way out of the move, as she tries put space between Jones and herself, but she then pushes Jones away to the ropes. Barnhart drops to the mat and Jones leaps over her and hits the ropes opposite and as Barnhart makes her way to feet, she is met with a shoulder block.
Jones once again pounces on Barnhart and goes for a pin...
ONE!
Kickout!
Barnhart kicks out before sitting up, as Jones makes her way to her feet and grabs Barnhart by the hair and drags her up to her feet, where she goes to lift her up, but Barnhart kicks her legs about and Jones puts her down and Barnhart fires in a forearm shot to Jones’ torso and then Barnhart grabs Jones lifts her up as she looks for a body slam but Jones shifts her weight and drops down behind Barnhart before driving her forward and into a corner.
Simone: Jones goes for pin, but Barnhart kicks out. Jones is back to her feet and grabs Barnhart and pulls her up, where she looks for a bodyslam, but Barnhart blocks it and Barnhart catches Jones into side with a forearm shot. She then tries a bodyslam of her own, but it’s counters and Jones pushes Barnhart into the corner.
Barnhart leans against the corner as Jones then rushes forward and Barnhart gets an elbow up and Jones catches the elbow and stumbles backwards and holds her face as Barnhart then moves and grabs Jones and rolls her up for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Lunam: Barnhart stays in the corner, as Jones rushes forward but Barnhart gets an elbow up and Jones stumbles away and Barnhart grabs Jones and pulls her down into a pin but gets a two count and Jones kicks out.
Jones kicks out, as Barnhart climbs back to her feet and grabs Jones and drags her up into a seated position, where she then fires in several kicks to her chest and then repeats on her back as Jones covers up and flinches away the best she can. Barnhart then grabs Jones by the hair and drags her up, where she grabs her around the head and then hits a running bulldog before going for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
TH...kickout!
Simone: Barnhart gets back to her feet and grabs Jones and kicks her in the chest and then back, as Barnhart then grabs Jones and pulls her up and then hits a running bulldog. She goes for a pin but Jones kicks out.
Jones kicks out, as Barnhart looks to the ref before trying again with another pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Barnhart shakes her head, before climbing to her feet and takes Jones with her as she then Irish whips her into the corner, where she follows up with a splash. She steps back and quickly climbs through the ropes onto the apron. Barnhart grabs Jones by the hair and pulls her of the corner before hitting the dog bite, Jones stumbles backwards holding her throat and Barnhart grabs the top rope and she watches Jones carefully. Jones turns and Barnhart leaps up and hits a springboard crossbody onto Jones.
Lunam: Barnhart tries for a second pin, but Jones kicks out again. Barnhart moves back to her feet and takes Jones with her where she Irish whips her into the corner and follow up with a splash.
Simone: Barnhart climbs through the ropes onto the aproin and hits the dog bite before leapin up and hitting a crossbody onto Jones.
The momentum makes Barnhart rolls off Jones and Jones quickly rolls away from Barnhart and quickly bails from the ring and stays down. Barnhart slowly climbs to her feet as she looks for around for Jones and spots that she outside the ring on the floor. Barnhart moves to the ropes and climbs thought then and jumps down and moves to where Jones it, as the ref is right on Barnhart to bring the action back into the ring.
Lunam: Unfortunately... Barnhart isn’t able to capitalise on the springboard crossbody and she rolls off Jones and Jones bails from the ring.
Barnhart moves to Jones, where we see Jones crawling away, but Barnhart moves towards her and grabs her by the hair and drags her up to her feet, which Jones turns and surprises Barnhart with a bitchslap to the face, as she then grabs Barnhart by the hand and drags her in and drives her head forward with a headbutt.
Simone: Barnhart climbs out of the ring and moves to where Jones is crawling, she grabs Jones, but Jones suddenly lights up Barnhart’s face with a slap and the drives her head forward and headbutts her.
The ref begins a count...
ONE!
TWO!
Barnhart drops to a knee holding her face, as Jones fires in a mule kick before grabbing Barnhart and pulls her up, where she then drives her into the ring post.
Lunam: Jones continues her punishment and fires in a mule kick before sending her into the ring post.
THREE!
FOUR!
Jones stomps on Barnhart before grabbing her by the hair and pulls her up once more and sets up for a snap suplex and hits the snap suplex.
FIVE!
SIX!
Simone: Jones needs to keep an eye on the ref.
Jones climbs to her feet and grabs Barnhart and pulls her up and rolls her back into the ring...
Lunam: Jones gets Barnhart back into the ring before sliding in herself.
SEVEN!
Jones slides herself into the ring, where she climbs to her feet where she moves to Barnhart and grabs her and sets up for the WHIPLASH (Fisherman suplex) and hits it, she quickly moves her feet and then grabs Barnhart once more and this time sets up and hits the KAT-ASTROPHE (Cradle DDT). She then goes for a pin...
Simone: Jones is on a roll and Barnhart can’t respond.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Lunam: Jones picks up the win.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall... Kat Jones.
Jones’ music hits over the p.a, where she climbs off Barnhart and the ref raises her arm in victory.
INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP GAUNTLET - OVERBOARD RULES
BRANDON HENDRIX vs CYRUS RIDDLE vs BRAYDEN WILLIAMS vs LJ KASEY vs "BULLDOG" BILL BARNHART
The lights in the Wings Event Center pulse as “I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?” by A Day to Remember rips through the arena. The Kalamazoo crowd rises as Ryan Keys steps out with the SCW Roulette Championship slung over one shoulder.
He wears a crisp white suit jacket, open with nothing underneath, looking every bit the Vegas showman. Dark sunglasses cover his eyes, and that cocky grin is locked in place like he knows exactly what the cameras are here for.
Simone: Here comes the SCW Roulette Champion, Ryan Keys, making his first appearance tonight in Kalamazoo.
Lunam: He’s not scheduled to wrestle, but with Summer XXXTreme right around the corner, the champion has every reason to remind everybody he’s the one holding the gold.
Simone: Ryan will defend the Roulette Championship in Ultimate X Over The Pool against Ciarán Doyle and former champion Zayvion Lyons.
Lunam: Ciarán is chasing his first SCW championship, Zayvion wants revenge, and Ryan Keys looks like he loves being the man standing between both of them and that gold.
Justin Decent stands in the middle of the ring.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... the SCW Roulette Champion... RYAN KEYS!
Ryan walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way before stepping into the ring. Justin hands him the microphone and exits as Ryan’s music fades.
Ryan Keys: Kalamazoo!
The crowd pops.
Ryan Keys: First time in this building, first time seeing me walk out here with this championship, and already? We’re off to a hell of a start.
He adjusts the title on his shoulder and flashes that trademark grin.
Ryan Keys: Historic night. First show in Kalamazoo, Crystal Zdunich running the show, a packed house... and yeah, I showed up looking like this.
He glances down at the open white jacket.
Ryan Keys: You’re welcome.
The fans laugh.
Ryan Keys: Summer XXXTreme is creeping up. The cruise, the pool, the cables, the climb, all those beautiful little disasters waiting to happen.
He taps the center plate of the championship.
Ryan Keys: But let’s not get distracted from what everyone is actually chasing.
The crowd cheers.
Ryan Keys: Ciarán Doyle wants his first real taste of SCW gold. Zayvion Lyons wants back what I took from him. Big dreams, big revenge, big feelings all around.
He smirks.
Ryan Keys: But this title isn’t hanging over that pool because of what they want. It’s hanging there because I’m the one carrying it.
He lets the reaction build.
Ryan Keys: I beat Zayvion for this. Then I walked into Indianapolis with people wondering if I could back it up, and I walked out with my hand raised again. So let’s kill that fluke talk right now.
Ryan lowers his sunglasses just enough to look over them.
Ryan Keys: I am not a lucky night. I am not a one-hit wonder. I am not some pretty accident. I am the champion.
The crowd reacts as he taps the title plate.
Ryan Keys: And yeah, this isn’t my first Ultimate X Over The Pool. Last time the match was wild, bodies were flying, the title was up there... and somehow people still couldn’t stop talking about what happened after the splash.
He grins.
Ryan Keys: I respect the classics.
Ryan looks out over the crowd, then turns his attention to the hard camera.
Ryan Keys: So here’s the deal, Ciarán, Zayvion. Listen up. I am not falling into that pool during the match.
He lifts the title higher.
Ryan Keys: If I get wet, it’ll be after I climb up, pull this championship down, and decide the celebration needs a splash zone.
The crowd cheers.
Ryan Keys: Nobody’s eliminating me. Nobody’s sending me into that pool. And nobody’s getting their big moment until I’m standing above it, still champion, deciding when the real party starts.
He pauses, smirking right into the hard camera.
Ryan Keys: There’s a difference between falling in...
A beat.
Ryan Keys: ...and making an entrance.
The crowd pops big.
Ryan Keys: Summer XXXTreme, baby. Bring sunscreen, bring your sea legs, and keep those cameras ready.
He taps the championship one last time.
Ryan Keys: Because the champion plans on leaving with the gold...
Ryan smiles.
Ryan Keys: And the spotlight.
Ryan drops the mic as his music hits again. He raises the Roulette Championship high, soaking in the cheers from the Kalamazoo crowd.
Simone: Ryan Keys just reminded everyone in this building that his reign is no accident.
Lunam: The challengers have their reasons, but the champion has the gold, the confidence, and no plans to go for a swim until the party starts.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Logan Hunter sitting on a crate with the beautiful Shields Sisters standing at his side.
Logan: Did you not heed my warning last week Miles?
Brooke: Clearly not.
Marissa: I mean TECHNICALLY it was booked by the bosses………………..
Logan: I warned you that there would be consequences for what Carter did to me two weeks ago and tonight? You will reap what your husband sowed.
Brooke: And I’m still waiting to be announced as the true cover star for the SCW Video Game!
Marissa: Oh give it a rest.
Brooke: PUH-LEASE! I’m much more appealing than some generic guy in a silhouette.
Logan: And Carter? I will be watching your match with Brandon Hendrix closely.
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
The flamboyant Holly Wood enters the six-sided ring to a lively reaction from the crowd, strutting across the canvas with a smile wide enough to light up the arena. Justin Decent stands ready with the microphone, but Holly pauses beside him first, places one hand lightly on his shoulder, and gives him a peck on the cheek before winking to the fans and taking her place in the center of the ring to officiate the match.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.
“I see through you, I know what you are”
As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.
Justin: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighed in at 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!
Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.
Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back calmly.
Simone: Cyrus Riddle looks absolutely locked in tonight. There is something unsettling about how calm he is, Erik. He is not rushing, he is not wasting energy, and that is usually when he is at his most dangerous.
Lunam: Aye, Belinda, that man doesnae need tae run his mouth when he can twist ye into a shape ye were never meant tae be in. Cyrus is a technician with a mean streak, and if Brayden gives him a limb, a neck, or even a half-second, Riddle will make him regret it.
Justin: And his opponent!
“Forever by Drake” begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his girlfriend Carleigh Annis emerge from behind the curtains. Brayden smiles as the crowd welcomes the duo with an ovation of loud boos. He flips them off as he quickly sprints towards the ring.
Justin: And his opponent is accompanied to the ring by Carleigh Annis! He is Brayden Williams!
He doesn’t hesitate to slide right inside the ring where he kips up to his feet. He holds his arm proudly in the air before he does a backflip. The crowd just continues booing and that is when Carleigh begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her husband inside of the ring and claps for him. He bounces around a bit before he lays down across the ropes showcasing that he is bored.
Simone: Brayden Williams is acting like he does not have a care in the world, but the reality is that he is riding a near fifteen match losing streak. At some point, flash, shortcuts, and attitude have to turn into actual results.
Lunam: Near fifteen losses, Belinda! That isnae a slump, that’s a full-blown curse with ring boots on. But I’ll say this for Brayden. He is fast, he is slippery, and with Carleigh Annis out here, Cyrus has tae fight two people whether Holly Wood likes it or not.
Holly Wood checks with Cyrus, then with Brayden, who lazily rolls his shoulders and smirks as Carleigh shouts last-second encouragement from the floor. Holly gives both men a stern look, then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Brayden springs off the ropes immediately, not to attack, but to show off with a quick spin and a cocky little shuffle. Cyrus barely moves from his corner, watching him with cold patience. Brayden finally struts to the middle of the ring and beckons Cyrus forward. Riddle steps in, standing over him with that quiet menace, and Brayden suddenly cracks him across the face with a slap! The crowd gasps as Brayden turns away from Cyrus, smirking around the arena, raising both hands as if he has already won the psychological battle. He turns back around, and Cyrus fires back with a slap of his own so sharp and heavy that Brayden drops flat to the mat like the floor disappeared beneath him.
Brayden scrambles backward in shock, rolls under the bottom rope, and grabs his cheek with both hands while screaming at Holly to do something. Carleigh rushes to his side and points at Cyrus like he committed a crime, while Cyrus simply stares down at Brayden from inside the ring, unimpressed.
Simone: Brayden slapped Cyrus first! Now he is out here protesting because Cyrus returned the favor.
Lunam: That’s rich, isnae it? Brayden throws the first hand, gets folded by the receipt, and now he wants a formal complaint filed with management!
Holly starts her count as Brayden paces outside, still holding his face.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Brayden climbs onto the apron at four, but Cyrus charges and blasts him with a European uppercut between the ropes. Brayden staggers, and Cyrus hooks him from inside the ring, dragging him through the ropes with a front facelock before snapping him over with a vertical suplex. Cyrus floats beautifully into control, grabbing Brayden’s wrist and pulling him into a tight short-arm clothesline that turns Williams inside out. Riddle covers with clinical precision.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Brayden kicks out and immediately rolls toward the ropes, but Cyrus stays on him, trapping the arm and wrenching it behind Brayden’s back with a hammerlock. He grinds his knee between Brayden’s shoulder blades, then transitions into a grounded wristlock, twisting the hand at an ugly angle. Brayden yells and slaps the mat, not tapping, but throwing a tantrum as Cyrus calmly shifts into a key lock, forcing Brayden to bridge and wriggle toward the ropes. Carleigh slaps the apron, screaming at Brayden to move, and when Holly checks the hold, Carleigh reaches in and subtly drags Brayden’s boot closer to the bottom rope.
Simone: Carleigh just helped Brayden get to the ropes!
Lunam: Helped him? She practically mailed his foot there express delivery!
Holly turns and catches enough of the movement to glare at Carleigh, but Brayden’s boot is on the rope.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Cyrus releases cleanly, but not happily. He rises and steps toward Carleigh, who backs away with both hands up, acting innocent. That tiny distraction is enough for Brayden to spring up and strike Cyrus from behind with a chop block to the back of the knee. Cyrus drops to one leg, and Brayden hits the ropes, rebounding with a shining wizard that catches Riddle flush along the jaw. Brayden hooks the leg quickly.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Brayden slaps the mat in frustration, then mounts Cyrus with a few sharp forearms before popping up and taunting the crowd. He grabs Cyrus by the head, snaps him down with a jumping neckbreaker, and follows with a somersault legdrop across the throat. Brayden’s confidence blooms instantly. He drags Cyrus near the corner, presses a boot against his chest, and then charges in with a Bronco Buster, grinding the insult in while Carleigh applauds wildly from the outside.
Holly forces Brayden back.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Brayden hops away just before five, grinning as if he has outsmarted everyone. He pulls Cyrus up and tries for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but Cyrus plants his feet, catches Brayden around the waist, and counters with a brutal pendulum backbreaker! Brayden arches in pain, and Cyrus keeps hold, lifting him again and slamming him with a second backbreaker before transitioning into a seated abdominal stretch. Riddle digs his elbow into Brayden’s ribs and pulls back on the neck, applying pressure from multiple angles like a man dissecting a problem instead of fighting a match.
Simone: This is where Cyrus Riddle thrives. He slows you down, takes away the speed, and makes every breath cost something.
Lunam: Brayden wants tae fly, but Cyrus is clipping the wings. That’s a technician’s mind at work. Hurt the body, steal the pace, then choke the hope out of him.
Brayden claws toward the ropes, but Cyrus shifts again, rolling him over into a crossface! The crowd rises as Brayden screams, his hand hovering dangerously close to the canvas. Carleigh panics and climbs onto the apron, shouting at Holly. Holly turns toward her and orders her down. Behind her back, Brayden rakes Cyrus’s eyes to break the hold. Cyrus releases, blinded, and Brayden rolls away gasping.
Carleigh jumps down looking smug, and Brayden uses the opening to hit a springboard shortkick to the side of Cyrus’s head. Cyrus staggers into the ropes, and Brayden follows with a slingblade, whipping Riddle down hard. Brayden kips up, soaking in the boos, then climbs to the top rope. He launches with a high cross body, but Cyrus rolls through on impact, powers Brayden up with surprising strength, and dumps him overhead with a T-Bone suplex that sends Brayden skidding halfway across the ring!
Cyrus does not cover immediately. Instead, he stalks Brayden, pulling him up into a double underhook suplex that lands with a nasty thud. Brayden tries to crawl away, but Cyrus catches him by the ankle and drags him back to center. He drops a jumping elbow across Brayden’s sternum, then pulls him into position and signals for something worse. He lifts Brayden onto his shoulders for Enigma '05, but Brayden wriggles free and lands behind him. Brayden fires a desperate superkick, but Cyrus ducks it, spins behind him, and crushes him with Daydreamer, the lariat to the back of the head!
Brayden collapses forward, and Cyrus hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
Carleigh reaches in and places Brayden’s boot on the bottom rope!
Holly spots the boot and stops the count, but Cyrus sees Carleigh’s hand pulling back. He rises slowly, turning toward her with fury burning behind his eyes. Carleigh backs up around the ring, shouting that she did nothing, and Brayden uses the moment to roll Cyrus up from behind with a handful of tights!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Cyrus bursts free, and both men scramble up. Brayden leaps for a spike hurricanrana, but Cyrus catches him halfway, blocks the rotation, and drops him throat-first across the top rope. Brayden staggers backward into Cyrus’s grip, and Riddle snaps him down with Hysteria, the straight jacket neckbreaker! The impact leaves Brayden glassy-eyed, but Cyrus is not done. He pulls Brayden up from behind, snakes one arm around the throat, traps the other, and drops his weight back, locking in In Noctem! The Katahajime is cinched in tight, Cyrus’s legs wrapping around Brayden’s body as Brayden kicks wildly in the center of the ring.
Simone: In Noctem! In Noctem is locked in! Brayden has nowhere to go!
Lunam: He’s caught, Belinda! He’s caught dead center, and there’s no Carleigh trick that can save him now unless she climbs in and gets him disqualified!
Carleigh screams for Brayden to fight, pounding the apron with both hands. Brayden reaches out, fingers trembling, eyes wide as Cyrus tightens the hold and leans back. Brayden’s legs kick once, twice, then slow. Holly drops to check him, asking if he wants to give it up. Brayden refuses for a few seconds longer, pride battling panic, but the pressure is too much. He taps frantically against Cyrus’s arm!
DING DING DING!
Cyrus releases only when Holly orders him to, rolling to one knee with a cold, satisfied stare as Brayden coughs and clutches his throat. Carleigh slides halfway into the ring, then stops when Cyrus looks at her, deciding very quickly that helping Brayden from the floor is the safer option.
Justin: Here is your winner by submission… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!
Holly Wood takes Cyrus by the wrist and raises his arm high as the crowd responds with a storm of noise. Cyrus stands over Brayden like a man who solved an equation, not like one who survived a fight. Brayden rolls toward Carleigh, furious and humiliated, while Carleigh shouts at Holly, at Cyrus, at the fans, at anyone except the man who tapped in the center of the ring.
Simone: Cyrus Riddle controlled the majority of this match, survived the shortcuts, survived Carleigh’s interference, and in the end he forced Brayden Williams to submit.
Lunam: Aye, and Brayden can complain until his jaw aches, but he slapped the wrong man, trusted the wrong tricks, and got choked out for his trouble. That losing streak isnae just breathing down his neck anymore, Belinda. It’s got him by the throat!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Cassie and her entourage standing by, Cassie looking rather unimpressed.
Cassie: So, what’s happening in the Bombshell Internet Title Scene, huh?
Cassie asks as she looks at her nails.
Cassie: I picked up my second straight win last week over Carleigh while Alexandra suffered another loss, this timer to Mercedes Vargas, and Kat Jones is in tonight’s opener against Bea fucking Barnhart!
Cassie scoffs.
Cassie: And honestly? If Kat looses to Bea then I’m going to be openly questioning why the fuck she came back! Even Riley could beat Bea!
Riley: HEY!
Cassie: Sorry, not sorry.
Lexie: Didn’t Harper loose to Bea in her second SCW Match?
Cassie: She did! Thank you for beating me to the punch! And yet Harper got a lot more opportunities than me over the past year but what do I know?
Cassie rolls her eyes.
Cassie: After all, according to the co-owner who’s name conveniently contains the letters C U N T I’m not worthy of being on a Supercard because I’m not a former champion.
Cassie scoffs.
Cassie: Bea and Seleana are former champions but no one’s clamouring for them to get a title shot! And no, Seleana’s non-title match against Victoria tonight doesn’t count.
Krystal: More to the point? Cassie has momentum on her side, Alexandra doesn’t, whatever momentum Kat will get from her match with Bea won’t make up for her lack lustre return.
Cassie: And more importantly? That Bombshell Internet Title is mine!
The four women walk off as the scene fades.
We open up to the backstage area. A door simply marked ‘Evelyn Hall’ can be seen, with two people standing outside. A solemn looking Luna Pasilno, and her pained husband. While not bandaged and seemingly standing on his own two feet, the exertion of it seems to have him almost winded.
Luna Pasilno: You sure you want to do this? I can’t think of a time I’ve ever seen you just… give up, Lexi.
Alexander Raven: Look at me Lu. I’m hanging on by a thread. My mind snapped a long time ago, and now my body is catching up. It ain’t always poetic in the end.
Luna’s face twists, a mixture of sadness and frustration. Frustration not for the choice, but more so because it feels like it is being stolen away from him. Alex turns a little looking at the door, a hand raising. Fingers outstretched as he simply traces the name on the door.
Alexander Raven: Bittersweet in the end. A short dance at the top, an offer to retake it. I never would have shirked it before. I never would have…
Alex shakes his head a little as he lowers his hand, his hand balling into a fist in its place. A moment’s hesitation as he raises the balled hand to the door. Luna reaches up and places a hand on his hand. Holding his hand from knocking.
Luna Pasilno: But, you know. You know the doctor’s have…
Luna’s voice trails off as she locks eyes on someone approaching. A mixture of shame, and a little bit of anger. A deep-seated resentment. Alex flashes a half look at Luna before lowering his hand and turning slowly.
Alexander Raven: Not a moment to oneself here is there? Sweet Miles.
Alex grimaces a little as he leans back, placing his back up against the wall. As he does, Miles Kasey enters the shot.
Miles Kasey: Alex, Luna. If I may be ever so bold, Alexander, what in the absolute hell are you even thinking about doing? Are you actually about to walk into the General Manager’s office and just give up the rematch that you know you are entitled too?
Alex reaches a hand up, and rubs his face a little, before running a hand over his chin. Rubbing at his jaw a little more roughly than ought. Luna places a hand upon his shoulder and stands at his side, eyes locked on Miles. Repentant as they may be, Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno were still sharp-eyed, silver tongued and full of a vitriol that seemed endless.
Alexander Raven: I don’t have a choice, Miles. Well, it seems I do, but…
Luna Pasilno: A choice made with baited hook, is not the fish’s chosen path.
Alexander Raven: That may be the worst analogy I’ve ever heard.
Luna Pasilno: I do my best. Thank you.
Alex rolls his eyes a little, the slightest tug of a smile at the edge of his lips. A slipping of the ever present mask. Luna squeezes his arm softly, the most gentle of looks on her face as she looks at Alex, before snapping back to Miles, the stony gaze almost instant again.
Miles Kasey: It’s not a baited hook. Look, I get it, your messed up, I get that Hendrix legit stepped in it and after everything else, that the easy part of it but you cannot tell me that the great Alexander Raven, for all the hassle he went through to make my husband’s life a living hell to become champ will simply give up just after getting beat once. I figured someone like you wouldn’t know the words ‘give up’.
Alex’s eyes narrow a little, his jaw clenching as he mulls things over. He turns a little, stepping forward. A vein popping in his neck, a quiet contemplation on his usually anger filled face. He steps forward, stepping towards Miles. Alex the ever so slightly taller, ever so slightly bigger man, standing almost nose to nose with Miles.
Alexander Raven: I have much to think about, Miles. I have much to consider. I have to ask myself whether or not, what little quality of life I have left, is worth losing for this. For another shot at the Worlds Championship. To be badger and beaten by the likes of Brandon Hendrix, and all others who wish to up their way to the top.
Luna steps forward and places a hand on his shoulder again.
Luna Pasilno: Lexi…
Alex’s face twitches slightly as he continues to stare down the bridge of his nose at Miles. Angry, to be sure. But not nasty, not horrible. Not baiting or inciting. It wasn’t much different, but the man was definitely not the same.
Alexander Raven: I will pay for my sins, and I will wear the scars of them eternally. I once had this all taken from me, Miles. Not all too unsimilar to what occurred just a couple weeks ago. She used a bat. Jamilyn, the obsessive and single minded. Unable to comprehend a world where her girlfriend could value the presence of another, platonically. Jamilyn took that bat to my skull, over and over. Over and over. Over and fucking over, until I lay there an unconscious blubbering form in the middle of the ring. My skull cracked, my brain threatening to swell.
Alex pounds one fist into the palm of his other hand, mimicking the abuse. The slams over and over, the sound of flesh on flesh. The dull thud of it.
Alexander Raven: Make no illusion about it. A hammer to the skull makes little difference in the game. A hammer to every limb, though they ache, they are calloused to the abuse. Question it not, Miles. I have been through the ringer and seen my quality, and the length, of my life dissolve. So I must ask myself a prudent question. Do I wish to have my life ruined for the sake of my pride, my ego, my vanity? Do I wish to go down in a heap of bones for the sake of a legacy I will not live to see? I must ask myself, if I am willing to have my head bashed in over and over again.
Miles Kasey: Bruv, I get it. Your whole world has been the ultimate fuck around and find out that would make others simply quit. I just didn’t think that out of everyone, especially the one that tells everyone that will listen, that eventually we all pay the piper, that you would just be like everyone else. If you are as truly messed up as you are saying, if you wanna hold off this rematch, then you walk into that office, you tell Evelyn that. I would rather face the guy that had zero fucks given for what he put out there over the guys that counts the scars. We have enough between the two of us to put a lot of others that claim they are the toughest bastards out there, to shame. But if this is truly Alexander Raven’s swan song then...what’s one more?
Miles stands there with his hand out looking for a handshake, Alex’s face twists in frustration, in irritation. He takes a step backwards, taking one of Luna’s hands in his own. The two of them stare daggers into Miles. Alex flashes one last look at the door of Evelyn Hall, and snorts, turning rapidly on heel and storming away. No clearer answer to whether he will stand across the ring at Summer XXXtreme, but seemingly, not calling it off for the night either. Miles smirks and waves at the general direction before he straighens up the SCW Championship on his shoulder.
Miles Kasey: When the time comes that I have to be a voice of reason, we know the world is doomed and yet HERE WE ARE!
Miles knocks on Evelyn’s door and the door cracks open with her standing there. He gives her a thumbs up before walking away.
The camera opens backstage at the Wings Event Center in Kalamazoo, Michigan, where the usual noise of an SCW event feels just a little softer in one corner of the hallway. A small Pride Month remembrance display has been set up beside a black-draped table, with a wreath wrapped in rainbow ribbon, white candles that flicker safely inside glass holders, and strips of satin ribbon laid out with names written across them in silver ink.
Helluva Bottom Carter stands in front of it, uncharacteristically quiet. He holds one ribbon between his fingers, carefully tying it to the wreath with a tenderness rarely seen when he is on a microphone. His ring jacket hangs open, his expression thoughtful rather than theatrical, as he smooths the ribbon flat with his thumb.
Pussy Willow steps into frame, microphone in hand, slowing her approach when she sees what Carter is doing.
Pussy Willow: Carter?
HBCarter: Give me just one second, Pussy.
Carter finishes tying the ribbon, then lets his fingers rest on it for a moment before he steps back and exhales.
Pussy Willow: I didn’t mean to interrupt. This is beautiful.
HBCarter: You’re not interrupting. This deserves witnesses. Pride Month gets loud, honey. It gets colorful. It gets glitter on everything within a twenty-foot radius and somehow still ends up in places you do not want to explain to airport security. But it is also this. Remembering. Honoring. Saying names that other people tried to erase because they were too weak, too cruel, or too small to let someone else live honestly.
Pussy Willow: Is this something you asked SCW to set up?
HBCarter: I asked. SCW said yes. And credit where credit is due, they did not make it some tacky corporate rainbow photo op, which means someone in the office either has taste or was very afraid I would redecorate it myself. These ribbons are for people lost to violence, to rejection, to sickness, to silence. Some are famous. Some are personal. Some were given to us by fans who wanted someone they loved remembered somewhere under the lights.
Pussy Willow: It’s a very different side of you than people usually see before a match.
HBCarter: Contrary to popular belief, I am not just cheekbones, sarcasm, and emotional damage in designer boots. I know, shocking. But this matters to me. Pride matters to me. Not because it’s a slogan on a shirt or a cute little month where companies change their logos and pray nobody checks their donation history. It matters because people fought to be seen. People bled to be seen. People died wanting the world to admit they existed, and the least I can do before I go out there and slap the taste out of Brandon Hendrix’s mouth is stand here for a moment and remember that my loud, obnoxious, glittering life was paid for by people who did not get to live theirs.
Pussy Willow nods, giving the display one more respectful look before turning back toward Carter.
Pussy Willow: Since you mentioned Brandon Hendrix, I do have to ask. Tonight, you face him one-on-one, and Brandon has claimed repeatedly that he is already in your head, in Miles’ head, and in LJ’s head. He says your entire family cannot stop talking about him.
HBCarter: Oh, Brandon acts so surprised that we talk about him. Like he is just some innocent little church mouse who wandered into our lives and accidentally got caught in the drama. Let us not rewrite history, shall we? Brandon started all of this when he attacked LJ. Brandon is the one who wanted our attention. Brandon is the one who puffed up his chest, ran his mouth, and then when it came time to back it up, he was big enough of a pussy, sorry Pussy, to need the numbers game to beat LJ the first time around.
Pussy Willow: Apology accepted, I suppose.
HBCarter: Thank you, darling, you’re a professional. But facts are facts. The first time, Brandon needed help. He needed bodies. He needed backup. He needed the kind of advantage a man only reaches for when deep down, under all that fake tough-guy barking, he knows he is not enough by himself. Then LJ evened the playing field, and what happened? Brandon couldn’t get the job done. The big bad Hendrix machine stalled out the moment the training wheels came off.
Pussy Willow: Brandon has also said that tonight he is going to expose you for the lie that you are.
Carter slowly turns from the display, and the softness in his face sharpens into something colder, brighter, and far more familiar.
HBCarter: Expose me? Baby, I have been walking through this company with more lights on me than a Pride parade float in Times Square. What exactly is Brandon going to expose? That I am dramatic? Guilty. That I have a mouth on me? Convicted. That I love my husband, love my family, and will claw the eyes out of anyone who thinks they can use either as a stepping stone? Honey, that is not exposure. That is the brochure.
Pussy Willow: He seems to think there is something fraudulent about you.
HBCarter: That is rich coming from a man whose entire personality is bargain-bin bitterness in a leather jacket. Brandon wants to call me a lie, but at least this so-called lie has managed to hold championship gold in SCW. At least I have stood at the top of this company and had the weight of a championship around my waist. Brandon walks around acting like he is owed respect because he snarls at people and looks constipated near a camera. That is not presence. That is a man confusing volume for value.
Pussy Willow: He would probably say he has had to fight for everything he has gotten.
HBCarter: Then he should try fighting better. Brandon claims he has thick skin, but the second the world did not clap for him as loudly as he thought it should, he turned his back on everyone. The moment he realized he was not going to be handed the spotlight just because he believed he deserved it, he cried foul, screamed conspiracy, and took it out on the rest of us like a toddler throwing his toys because nobody called him special. That is not thick skin. That is tissue paper wrapped around an ego with a persecution complex.
Pussy Willow: Brandon has made this very personal, especially with Miles. He has suggested that Miles would never defend the World Championship against him.
Carter laughs, but there is no humor in it.
HBCarter: Brandon needs to learn the difference between being avoided and being irrelevant. Miles is not ducking Brandon Hendrix. Miles is the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Do you know what that means? It means he has actual challengers. It means he has people lining up who have earned their way into that conversation. People with wins. People with momentum. People with something more impressive than a bad attitude and a scrapbook full of imagined slights.
Pussy Willow: So you don’t think Brandon has earned that opportunity?
HBCarter: Earned? Pussy, what has Brandon earned besides a restraining order from basic self-awareness? He beat LJ once with help, failed when LJ had backup, and now he thinks that harassing my family somehow puts him in line for the richest prize in this company. No, sweetheart. That is not earning a World title shot. That is stalking the buffet table and calling yourself a chef.
Pussy Willow: Brandon would say he is dangerous because he has nothing to lose. He said a wounded dog is the most dangerous animal.
Carter steps closer to the camera, his eyes locked forward now, the remembrance display still visible behind him.
HBCarter: I heard that. A wounded dog is the most dangerous animal. Very dramatic. Very rugged. Very “I practiced this in the mirror while pretending not to cry.” But Brandon is about to learn something tonight. There are many dangerous things in this world. A wounded dog can bite. A desperate man can swing wild. An angry coward can cause damage if you underestimate him.
Carter tilts his head, the smallest smirk cutting across his face.
HBCarter: But there is no bigger bitch than a gay man who has had enough.
Pussy Willow: Carter, that sounds like a warning.
HBCarter: No. A warning is what you give someone when there is still time to make better choices. Brandon had time. He had warnings. He had chances to back up, shut up, and stop using my family as the ladder he thinks will carry him to Miles. Tonight is not a warning. Tonight is the receipt.
Pussy Willow: Any final words for Brandon Hendrix before your match?
HBCarter: Brandon, you wanted our attention, now you have mine. You wanted to prove you could get under our skin, congratulations, you managed to be irritating. But irritation is not intimidation. You are not in my head. You are not in Miles’ head. You are not in LJ’s head. You are just standing in the middle of our family business because you were stupid enough to kick the door open and arrogant enough to think nobody would throw you back through it.
Carter glances once more at the remembrance wreath, then back to Pussy Willow.
HBCarter: And tonight, I am going to do it with pride.
Pussy Willow: Thank you, Carter.
HBCarter: Always a pleasure, Pussy.
Carter gives her a small nod, then walks past her and out of frame, leaving the camera lingering for a moment on the Pride remembrance display as the segment fades out.
Head referee Jasmine St. John enters the ring to officiate. She shakes Justin’s hand and takes her place, checking the ropes, glancing toward the aisle, and giving both corners the stern look of a veteran official who knows this match has trouble written all over it before either competitor has even appeared.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights go out in the entire arena, and a guitar riff fills the sound barrier- red lights flashing in the arena now as drums is added to the mix.
The lights continue to flash as now the titantron flashes a big red BH which receives a chorus of boos from the sold out crowd in attendance as the flashing red lights continue to fill th darkness, before stopping completely.
Then, a red singular light shines down on the stage, to a hooded Brandon Hendrix standing in the middle of the light.
“And so it's now or never”
Brandon squats down before slowly standing back up and spreads his arms to the side, fire rising from beside and Brandon slowly lowers his arms and starts the slow walk down the stage to the ramp.
Justin: Making his way to the ring. From Milan, Italy, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty five pounds. He is The Risen Hero. He is The Death Match God. He is Your Icon. This Is…..
BRANDON….
FUCKING….
HENDRIX!!!!
Brandon continues walking down the ramp, walking past all the middle fingers from the fans at the guard railing before he makes it to ringside. Brandon then walks up the steel steps and stands on the edge of the ring, slowly turning his hooded head to face the crowd before he steps into the ring.
Brandon has his back to the hard camera, walking backwards before slowly turning to face the camera. He grabs his hood and removes it slowly, the red light flashing, turning Brandon's face somewhat demonic as he stares soullessly into the camera. When the lights turn normal, Brandon's face is normal. He slowly removes his hooded vest and hands it off to ringside before squatting in a corner of the ring.
Simone: Brandon Hendrix has been a storm cloud over SCW lately. First the run-ins with LJ Kasey, then the issue with Miles, and now he has put his hands on Alexander Raven. This man is picking fights with dangerous people.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s the mad thing about him, Belinda. Hendrix is not just lookin’ for wins. He’s lookin’ to leave dents in families, careers, and skulls. But Carter is no soft target. Small man, big heart, and faster than a rumor in a Dublin pub.
Justin: And his opponent!
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron and Brandon rushes him but Carter kicks a leg up and kicks him in the face!
Simone: Hendrix tried to jump Carter before the bell! He could not even wait for the match to officially begin!
Lunam: That’s Brandon Hendrix for ye! All muscle, all attitude, and not a lick of patience! But Carter saw him comin’ and gave him a boot right in the gob!
Brandon staggers back a few steps, one hand flying to his mouth as the crowd erupts. Carter grabs the top rope, springboards with perfect balance, and launches himself into the ring with a missile dropkick that catches Hendrix square in the chest! The bigger man hits the canvas and rolls backward to a knee, shocked more than hurt, while Carter pops up and throws both arms wide as Jasmine St. John immediately points to the timekeeper.
DING DING DING!
Carter rushes in before Brandon can reset, peppering him with sharp kicks to the thigh, then snapping off a standing dropkick that rocks Hendrix into the corner. Carter follows with a front dropkick, both boots driving into Brandon’s midsection, but Hendrix refuses to go down. Carter keeps moving, sprinting across the ring, handspringing off the mat, and coming back with a handspring clothesline. Brandon absorbs it, stumbles one step, then explodes forward with a right hook that nearly folds Carter in half! The crowd gasps as Carter spins down to the mat, and Hendrix stands over him, breathing hard, eyes blazing.
Simone: That is the danger Carter faces here. He can hit Brandon three or four times, but Brandon only needs one shot to change everything.
Lunam: It’s David against Goliath, but Goliath has learned how to throw elbows, suplexes, and bad intentions!
Hendrix yanks Carter up by the hair despite Jasmine’s warning, drives a knee into his gut, then unloads with his right hook, left jab, knee to the gut, and uppercut combo. Carter staggers backward into the buckles, and Hendrix follows with a crushing corner clothesline that snaps Carter’s head back. Brandon presses his forearm across Carter’s jaw and grinds him against the ropes.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Brandon breaks just before the five, smirking at Jasmine, then buries corner jabs into Carter’s ribs and shoulder. Carter tries to cover up, but Hendrix picks the body apart with heavy, deliberate shots, targeting the ribs and lower back to slow the high flyer down. Brandon backs off, charges again, and hits another corner clothesline so hard Carter drops to a seated position. Hendrix puts a boot on Carter’s chest, grinding him down as the crowd boos furiously.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Hendrix steps away, hands raised in mock innocence. Angelo Caito circles at ringside, clapping and barking encouragement. Carter pulls himself up using the ropes, and Hendrix charges, but Carter slips through the middle rope to the apron. Brandon’s chest hits the turnbuckles, and Carter fires back with an enzuigiri from the apron! Hendrix staggers, Carter springboards again, and this time he catches Brandon with a flying Mayorana, twisting the larger man down with speed and momentum rather than strength! Brandon rolls through to one knee, and Carter nails him with a spinning wheel kick to the side of the head.
Carter dives into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Hendrix powers Carter off with authority, sending him rolling across the mat. Carter gets up quickly, but Brandon barrels into him with a shoulder block that turns him inside out. Hendrix drags him up, hooks him around the waist, and launches him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Carter lands hard, arching his back in pain. Brandon stalks him, pulls him up again, and hits a gutwrench suplex, keeping the move compact but vicious, using his size to throw Carter just far enough to make every ounce of impact count.
Simone: Brandon is not wasting movement now. He is grounding Carter, damaging the ribs, and making it harder for him to fly.
Lunam: That’s the smart bully, Belinda. Hit the wings, and the bird stops singin’!
Suddenly, a stir rolls through the arena. Alexander Raven walks down the ramp in silence, his eyes locked on Brandon Hendrix. He does not rush. He does not shout. He simply comes to ringside and stops near the barricade, staring into the ring like a man studying where to place the knife.
Simone: Wait a minute. Alexander Raven is here! Raven is at ringside!
Lunam: Ah, now that changes the air in the room! Brandon put his hands on Raven, and Raven looks like he’s come to collect the debt!
Brandon notices him and freezes, his sneer fading into anger. He points through the ropes, shouting at Raven to mind his business. Carter, still hurt, uses that moment. He rolls Brandon up from behind!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Hendrix kicks free and scrambles up furious, but Carter ducks a clothesline, leaps, and plants him with a double knee facebreaker! Brandon wobbles backward, dazed, and Carter grabs the wrist, spins under, and takes him down into the Full Windsor Knot! Carter twists Brandon’s legs into an awkward crossed pretzel, threads one arm behind Brandon’s own knee, then folds Hendrix’s upper body forward while cinching Brandon’s trapped wrist across his chest like a ridiculous formal bow. Brandon is stuck bent sideways, tied up and humiliated, his free hand clawing at the mat as Carter leans back with a wicked grin.
The crowd explodes in laughter and cheers as Brandon curses loudly, thrashing with rage, his face going red as he is trapped in the full Cowgirl Position with no way out and Carter just gives Brandon’s backside a stinging hard slap, which sends the arena into a frenzy and knocks Brandon loose from the hold!
Simone: Brandon Hendrix may never live this down!
Lunam: Sweet mercy, he tied him up like a wedding invitation! Hendrix was cursin’ like a sailor with his trousers on fire!
Brandon rolls to the floor, fuming. Angelo Caito rushes over, checking on him, but Carter hits the opposite ropes and dives through with a tope suicida! Angelo shoves Brandon away at the last second and takes only a glancing blow as Carter clips Hendrix and crashes near the floor. Jasmine leans through the ropes, warning Angelo loudly, but Angelo holds up his hands and plays innocent.
Back inside, Carter climbs to the apron, but Brandon catches him with a brutal elbow to the skull, then drags him through the ropes into a hanging position and plants him with a rope-assisted DDT. Hendrix covers, hooking the leg hard.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Brandon sits up, furious. He rains elbows down on Carter’s skull and shoulder, forcing Jasmine to step in and warn him. Hendrix pulls Carter up and muscles him into a fallaway slam, sending Carter flying across the ring. Carter lands badly, rolling to the corner, but he still pulls himself up. Brandon charges, looking for another corner clothesline, but Carter slips out and Brandon crashes sternum-first into the buckles. Carter hops to the second rope and hits a diving senton across Brandon’s back, then rolls him over and hooks both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Carter keeps moving. He hits the ropes, but Angelo reaches in and grabs his ankle. Carter stumbles, turns, and glares down at him. Jasmine sees it this time and yells at Angelo, but Carter is already moving. He springs over the top rope and wipes Angelo out on the floor with a soaring plancha to massive cheers! Angelo collapses in a heap, and Carter pounds the floor once, feeding off the crowd before sliding back into the ring.
The second Carter gets through the ropes, Brandon Hendrix nearly takes his head off with a big pump kick! Carter crumples to the mat, and Brandon falls into the cover, pressing his forearm across Carter’s face.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The arena erupts as Carter gets the shoulder up. Brandon looks at Jasmine in disbelief, then drags Carter up and signals for the powerbomb. He hauls Carter into position, but Carter punches down at Brandon’s head, wriggles free, and lands behind him. Carter catches him with a jumping neckbreaker! Both men are down, Jasmine checking closely as the crowd claps Carter back to life. Carter crawls to the ropes, pulls himself up, and waits as Brandon rises. Carter charges and nails the Shining Wizard! Hendrix drops to a knee, stunned. Carter grabs him and hits the Rose Plant, driving Brandon face-first into the mat!
Carter covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Carter is throwing everything he has at Hendrix, and somehow Brandon keeps surviving!
Lunam: Aye, but look at Hendrix now! The big man’s wobblin’. Carter’s heart is draggin’ him through the fire!
Carter points to the corner and the crowd roars. He climbs slowly, ribs aching, legs trembling, but his eyes are locked on Brandon. Hendrix staggers up, bent forward, in perfect position. Carter balances on the top turnbuckle and signals for the Fruit Fly, the Eclipse that could finish the night. Before he can leap, Logan Hunter sprints down the aisle, jumps onto the apron, and shoves Carter violently off the top rope! Carter crashes down hard to the mat!
Jasmine St. John sees it immediately and throws her arms out, calling for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Simone: Logan Hunter just shoved Carter off the top rope! That is a blatant disqualification!
Lunam: Rotten as week-old milk! Carter had Hendrix lined up for the Fruit Fly, and Logan just robbed him blind!
Justin: Here is your winner by disqualification! Helluva Bottom Carter!
The announcement barely lands before Logan climbs into the ring and joins Brandon Hendrix in stomping Carter into the canvas. Hendrix, enraged and embarrassed, grabs Carter by the head and hammers elbows into his skull while Logan lays in boots to the ribs. Jasmine tries to intervene, but Logan backs her off with a threatening step, and the crowd rains boos down from every side of the arena.
At ringside, Alexander Raven begins to leave. He takes two steps away, his face unreadable, then stops. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and for a moment the arena seems to hold still. Then Raven turns around and rushes the ring to a shocked explosion from the crowd! Raven slides in and tackles Logan, unloading with wild fists as Brandon scrambles back in surprise. Hendrix goes after Raven, but another roar erupts as Miles Kasey storms down the ramp!
Simone: Raven is making the save! I cannot believe what we are seeing!
Lunam: And here comes Miles Kasey! The World Champion is not lettin’ Carter get mauled by these jackals!
Miles hits the ring and blasts Brandon with a running forearm, sending Hendrix stumbling through the ropes to the floor. Raven drives Logan back with a series of strikes, and Logan bails out beside Brandon. Angelo Caito, still dazed from Carter’s dive, crawls toward them as the three retreat up the aisle, shouting threats back toward the ring.
Miles kneels beside Carter and helps him sit up, checking on him with visible concern. Carter clutches his ribs but nods, refusing to stay down. Raven stands a few feet away, breathing hard, eyes fixed on Brandon Hendrix as Hendrix backs up the ramp. Then Miles rises, and he and Raven share a long, tense look. There is no friendship in it yet, no trust, but there is recognition. For tonight, at least, they stood on the same side.
Simone: Helluva Bottom Carter wins by disqualification, but the story here may be what happened after the bell. Alexander Raven had every reason to walk away, and he came back.
Lunam: Aye, and Brandon Hendrix had better understand what he’s done. He wanted trouble with Carter, with the Kaseys, with Raven. Well now he’s got the whole storm lookin’ right at him.
The camera returns to the Wings Event Center, where the crowd is still buzzing from the evening’s action. The lights sweep over the fans as Justin Decent stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand and a smile already tugging at his face like he knows trouble is about to walk through the curtain.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Once again, Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers as the spotlight swings toward the stage. A burst of glittery pink light washes over the entranceway, and Amanda Hugginkiss steps out like she just escaped from a beauty pageant, a yard sale, and a psychotic flamingo exhibit all at the same time.
Amanda is dressed in a towering hot pink wig shaped like a heart, with two plastic cat ears poking out of the top and rhinestone whiskers glued dramatically across her cheeks. Her outfit is a skintight leopard-print bodysuit covered in sequins, with one sleeve made entirely of purple feathers and the other made of what appears to be dangling Christmas tinsel. Around her waist is a giant belt buckle shaped like a hissing cat, and her thigh-high boots are so shiny they nearly blind the front row.
Amanda struts out onto the stage, blowing kisses to the crowd, then stops dead center and gives a deep, dramatic pose.
Amanda: Kalamazoo, hide your husbands, lock up your boyfriends, and somebody keep an eye on the mascots, because Amanda Hugginkiss has returned!
The crowd laughs and cheers as Amanda lifts one leg, nearly loses her balance, then recovers with a wink and a hair flip.
Amanda: Don’t worry, babies. That wasn’t a stumble. That was choreography with consequences.
The music begins to play, a campy, thumping dance beat with a mischievous feline rhythm underneath it. Amanda raises one hand high in the air, ready to launch into her performance.
Amanda: Well I walked into the club at half past nine,
Face beat hard and my waistline snatched divine.
I had rhinestones on my hips and thunder in my stride,
Then Miss Kitty Claws came crawling from the other side.
She said, “Girl, that wig looks tired and that hemline’s a crime.”
I said, “Honey, your contour needs community time.”
The DJ dropped the beat, the crowd began to roar,
And two queens in stilettos went to war on the floor.
Claws out, lashes on,
Somebody’s press-on nails are gone!
Shake that tail, read that gown,
Drag catfight’s going down!
Hiss and twirl, scratch and pose,
Glitter flying from our toes.
No one wins and no one’s wrong,
Claws out, lashes on!
She flipped her hair, I flipped mine too,
Mine stayed on, hers flew into booth two.
A bartender caught it with a lemon and a straw,
Then served it on a napkin like, “Your wig, ma’am? Voilà!”
She said, “At least I’m classy.” I said, “Classy where?”
“You came dressed like a coupon for discount underwear.”
She lunged with a fan, I blocked with my purse,
The crowd yelled, “Get her!” and the church girls cursed.
Claws out, lashes on,
Somebody’s press-on nails are gone!
Shake that tail, read that gown,
Drag catfight’s going down!
Hiss and twirl, scratch and pose,
Glitter flying from our toes.
No one wins and no one’s wrong,
Claws out, lashes on!
Now listen, baby, this ain’t hate,
It’s just foreplay with a powder plate.
We fuss, we fight, we shade, we scream,
Then split the tips and share the dream.
She snatched my boa, I took her shoe,
She yelled, “Security!” I said, “Girl, me too!”
But when the spotlight hit and the chorus came back,
We both dropped low like a double heart attack.
Claws out, lashes on,
Half the dressing room is gone!
Shake that tail, read that gown,
Drag catfight’s going down!
Hiss and twirl, scratch and pose,
Mascara running down our nose.
By the end we’re singing along,
Claws out, lashes on!
So tip your queens and mind your tracks,
Check your wig and arch your back.
We may throw shade, but when the night is done,
We hug it out and steal scene one.
Meow, darling. Meow.
The performance comes to an end as the final note fades through the Wings Event Center. Amanda Hugginkiss stands at center stage, one hand pressed to her chest and the other lifted high, soaking in the general applause from the fans.
Amanda smiles broadly, turning from one side of the arena to the other as she blows a series of dramatic kisses into the crowd.
Amanda: Thank you, darlings! Thank you! You’ve been loud, lovely, and only slightly cheaper than I expected!
The fans respond with more applause and laughter as Amanda gives a grand, theatrical curtsy, holding it just long enough to make sure every camera gets the full effect. She rises with a wink, flicks her wrist toward the audience in one last farewell, then turns and struts toward the entrance.
Amanda pauses at the curtains, blows one final kiss over her shoulder, and then vanishes backstage behind them as the applause carries on through the arena.
Backstage interview set. Mercedes Vargas stands composed in streetwear, eyes locked forward, expression carefully neutral. The camera holds on her as she speaks.
Mercedes: Before anyone starts rewriting the story, I want to address what happened at Into the Void. At this point, it's warranted.
She exhales slowly, as if choosing every word with precision.
Mercedes: I get why Victoria Lyons is angry, and she has every right to be. I haven’t been able to sleep for the past four weeks. Every night, when I lie down, I replay the events from last month in my head.
A beat. Silence hangs for a moment.
Mercedes: What I did in that moment was unbecoming of a professional competitor, and I understand why it’s drawn attention. I keep asking myself, if I had the chance to go back, what would I have done differently? That question has been weighing on me ever since.
A pause. The closest thing to remorse flickers across her face.
Mercedes: And for that… I apologize.
She nods once, controlled, but it doesn’t last. The apology feels rehearsed, not heartfelt.
Mercedes: The truth is, I might have made the same decision. Not because I regret standing my ground. Not because I regret sending a message.
Her eyes sharpen again, the softness fading.
Mercedes: But because I allowed emotion to get in the way. And in this business, that’s the only real mistake you can make.
She adjusts her hair, calm returning like armor locking into place.
Mercedes: Victoria Lyons can call it cheap. Her husband can call it disrespectful. The fans can call it whatever makes them feel better at night.
She leans slightly toward the camera, voice lowering.
Mercedes: But none of that changes the outcome. None of that changes what I proved at Into the Void.
A faint, cold smile returns.
Mercedes: And if I ever “lose control” again… trust me… it won’t be an accident.
She holds the stare for a beat, then holds up three fingers.
Mercedes: Three weeks until Summer XXXTreme, and Victoria Lyons finally runs out of excuses.
She tightens the tape on her wrist, never breaking eye contact with the lens.
Mercedes: Two out of three falls isn’t luck. It’s not a fluke. It’s not who can steal one moment and run with it.
She steps forward slightly, voice catching up to her emotions.
Mercedes: It’s endurance. It’s discipline. It’s proving, beyond any doubt, who the better competitor is.
A faint smirk forms at the corner of her mouth.
Mercedes: And Victoria… you've made a career out of surviving. Cutting corners. Escaping when things get hard.
She tilts her head, studying the camera like it’s an opponent.
Mercedes: If you think Seleana Zdunich is beneath you, and I’m just next in line to fall, then by all means go out there and do everything you promised tonight. Win your match. Make your statement. Send your message.
She leans in closer, the frame tightening as her presence fills it.
Mercedes: Three weeks from now, there’s nowhere to run. No shortcuts. No bailouts. You have to beat me twice on that cruise ship—and I only have to break you once to watch it all fall apart.
She straightens up, rolling her shoulders slowly—loose, deliberate, like a fighter already visualizing the ring.
Mercedes: You wanted this. You pushed for this.
Her expression hardens—cold, certain.
Mercedes: So at Summer XXXTreme, when the second fall hits and you’re staring at the lights?
She pauses just long enough for impact.
Mercedes: Remember. It wasn’t bad luck.
A final step closer to the camera.
Mercedes: It was inevitable.
She tilts her head, eyes steady, unblinking.
Mercedes: Long live the queen.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match! She has turned away Frankie Holiday but at Summer XXXTreme Victoria Lyons will defend the World Bombshell Championship against Mercedes Vargas but tonight she’s in non-title action against Seleana Zdunich!
Lunam: We know that Seleana’s wife/SCW Hall of Famer Crystal Zdunich will serve as this year’s host but who knows what else will be announced for the show? One thing’s for sure, an upset win for Seleana would do wonders for her stock in the Bombshell Division.
Simone: And that’s a big if! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is a non-title match scheduled for one fall!
The arena lights dim as "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, Darian follows close behind, as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
Justin: Introducing first, being accompanied by Darian, from Charlotte, North Carolina she is the World Bombshell Champion “The Head lioness” VICTORIA LYONS!
Simone: In the time between this match and her defence against Frankie Victoria and Darian actually got married so congratulations are in order.
Lunam: The honeymoon might be over for them but Victoria is still in the honeymoon period of her reign is still ongoing!
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
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Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat’s roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat” blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.
Justin: From Halmstad, Sweden, SELEANA ZDUNICH!
Simone: Seleana has a big opportunity ahead of her.
Lunam: Whether she can capitalize is another matter.
Jacob goes over the rules with both women before calling for the bell at which point Victoria leaves the ring to whisper sweet nothings in Darian’s ear.
Simone: I think it’s pretty clear that Victoria isn’t taking this match seriously!
Lunam: I mean, Darian got kicked out from ringside in Victoria’s last match so............
SELEANA HITS THEM BOTH WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
Lunam: ............I see being married to a Triple Crown Champion has done nothing to stop Darian from being the SCW Universe’s favourite punching bag.
Simone: Unfortunately.
DING DING DING!
While Darian regains his bearings Jacob leaves the ring to try to regain control of the match while Seleana rains down punches on Victoria, Seleana rolls Victoria back into the ring before following her in and going for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out! Seleana shakes her head before she picks up Victoria only for the champ to hit a knee lift and a snap Suplex.
Simone: Seleana had the advantage but Victoria is back in control.
Lunam: Victoria won’t go down that easy.
Victoria sits up, fuming at having been shown up by Seleana and she turns around and starts laying into the taller Bombshell with punches before going for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out! Victoria growls before hooking both legs for another pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out at which point Victoria gets in Jacob’s face.
Simone: It’s clear to me that Victoria wasn’t expecting this much of a fight from....
Lunam: SELEANA JUST ROLLED UP THE CHAMP!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out!
Simone: As I was saying, Seleana’s showing a lot more fight than Victoria expected.
Lunam: And it’s thrown the champ off her game.
Both women scramble to their feet but Seleana presses the advantage first, catching Victoria with a standing dropkick that knocks the champ down, however by this point Darian has recovered and has hopped onto the apron with some choice words for his wife’s opponent and Seleana gets in his face, this proves to be a distraction as Victoria goes to clobber Seleana from behind only for Seleana to duck, nearly causing the newlyweds to collide!
Simone: And again, Victoria’s underestimation of Seleana is costing her.
Lunam: Sure, her reigns happened during the dark days of the pandemic but Seleana is a former World Bombshell and Bombshell Roulette Champ in her own right!
Unfortunately for Darian? Things don’t end well for him as Seleana gets behind Victoria, backs her into the ropes, knocks Darian off the apron in the process and then rolls her into a pin.
ONE!
Simone: Somehow I doubt this is how Victoria and Darian envisioned their first match as newlyweds going.
TWO!
Lunam: If it was then I have several bedroom related questions!
And Victoria kicks out.
Simone: None of which I want the answer too, thank you very much!
Lunam: But seriously, Victoria had better start taking Seleana seriously if she wants to win.
While Darian (again) recovers on the outside the two blonde women in the ring get back to their feet but Victoria just unloads on Seleana with a vicious lariat that turns the Swede inside out! Victoria goes for a cocky pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out! Victoria gets in Jacob’s face before going for another pin, this time just laying on Seleana back first.
ONE!
TWO!
AND SELEANA CATCHES VICTORIA WITH A VICTORY ROLL!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria BARELY kicks out!
Simone: Again, Victoria’s cockiness nearly cost her against Seleana.
Lunam: The fact that VICTORia nearly got beat with a VICTORy Roll is just the icing on the cake!
Darian has just regained his bearings on the outside while his wife scrambles to her feet only for Seleana to catch Victoria with a Hurricanrana! She holds on for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria not only kicks out but rolls out of the ring, Victoria then grabs two chairs, handing one to Darian and having him distract Jacob by getting up on the apron, Victoria then enters the ring and slams the chair into the matt, throws it into Seleana’s hands, and drops to the mat.
Simone: Ah, this old trick!
Lunam: Has this ever worked?
Jacob turns around and sees the situation behind him and Seleana protests her innocence, while Jacob checks on Victoria Darian gets into the ring and laughs at Seleana.................and then slams the chair he’s holding into the matt mockingly at which point Seleana drops just in time for Jacob to turn around.
Simone: OH, OH!
Lunam: SELEANA JUST TURNED VICTORIA’S TACTICS AGAINST HER!
Needless to say? It’s not long before Jacob throws Darian out! Victoria makes a “miraculous” recovery and protests this but Jacob is steadfast in his decision.
Simone: If I had a dollar for every time Darian was kicked out from ringside by the opponents’ actions during her reign as World Bombshell Champion? I’d have two dollars.
Lunam: Which isn’t much but it’s weird that it’s happened twice!
Seleana then spins Victoria around and hits a Tornado DDT before going for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out! Seleana shakes her head before she rolls out onto the apron and heads to the top rope! Seleana goes for a Shooting Star Press! However Victoria rolls out of the way and while Seleana manages to land on her feet? Victoria proceeds to run her over with a Spear! Victoria goes for a pin as Jacob gets into position to count the pin fall!
ONE!
Victoria puts her feet on the ropes for leverage!
TWO!
And Jacob catches her! Victoria doesn’t let up though as she drags Seleana to the centre of the ring and goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out again!
Simone: Seleana is refusing to stay down for Victoria!
Lunam: How long can this last?
Victoria picks up Seleana but gets caught in a Small Package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out! Both women get back to their feet but Seleana catches Victoria flush with a Superkick! She goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out! However Seleana gets to her feet and calls for the Kattoga!
Simone: Seleana’s going for her finisher!
Lunam: Do we have an upset on our hands?
Seleana waits for Victoria to get to her feet before going for the Asaii DDT but Seleana gets shoved off mid air, Victoria then drags Seleana to her feet and drops her with the Lyons Roar DDT!
Simone: And there’s Victoria with the Lyons Roar!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Seleana, she’s done!
Victoria goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER, THE WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION VICTORIA LYONS!
Simone: Victoria gets the win and likely win a lot more effort than she expected.
Lunam: Seleana made her work for it but in the end the champ stands tall!
Victoria celebrates with her title while Jacob checks on Seleana.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Harper standing by with Jessie and Joshue.
Harper: So, this time last week I set my sights on the Bombshell Roulette Title because Cassie cost me that title at Into the Void.
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: Only to find out that Evelynn was going to add me to the World Bombshell Title Match beforehand.
Jessie: Guess messing with the bosses’ plans runs in the family.
Joshua: Aside from the fact that Harper veered away from the World Bombshell Title scene while you would’ve dived straight in.
Jessie: Scrooge McDuck style and all.
Harper folds her arms.
Harper: Yeah, I guess I’d better address that.
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: Would I have been flattered to be in that match with Victoria and Mercedes? Absolutely, however? The fact that Cassie cost me my chance at being a two time Roulette Champion at Into the Void has been eating away at me for weeks and with Cassie tied up with Alexandra at the moment? I figured I’d shoot my shot! However? That means I’m being thrown into the annual Ultimate X Over the pool Match at Summer XXXTreme alongside Frankie Holiday and Bella Madison.
Jessie: And I’m sure the fact that she’s been dropped from the World Bombshell Title Scene to the Bombshell Roulette Title scene has Frankie fuming.
Harper: Guess they felt she needed a change of scenery! Anyway, Brittany? You and I have unfinished business, Frankie? Welcome to the madness of the Roulette Division, Bella? Not the first time we’ve fought and it won’t be the last, see you on the open seas ladies!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
MILES KASEY (c) vs ALEXANDER RAVEN
Dawn Barnes enters the ring to referee the Main Event of the night, her expression all business as she steps through the ropes and takes her position near the center. She checks each side of the ring, speaks briefly with the timekeeper, and then turns her attention toward the entranceway as the crowd buzzes with anticipation. The lights sweep across the arena, the noise building higher and higher, because everyone in the building understands what this one means. The World Heavyweight Champion is not defending the title tonight, but he is stepping into the ring with one of the most dangerous, underhanded, and opportunistic competitors on the roster.
Justin: The following Non-Title match is your Main Event of the evening, and it is scheduled for one fall!
"Hope Castrated" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke and Marissa follow him out and the sisters have their backs to the crowd while they dance to the song, Brooke does some sensual dances while Marissa shows off dance skills while Logan glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke and Marissa Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the twins spin around and the trio start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, Marissa follows them in on her own and they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed while Marissa spins and arches her back, giving the crowd (and camera) a nice view of her cleavage before she flips her dark brown and looks at the camera.
Simone: Logan Hunter has all the talent in the world, but every time he comes out here with Brooke and Marissa Shields, you have to wonder how much of his game plan happens inside the rules and how much happens around them.
Lunam: Ah, Belinda, that lad is slicker than rain on a marble floor, and ye can bet he knows exactly what he’s doing. But let’s not forget what’s waiting for him at Summer XXXTreme XIV. Helluva Bottom Carter is no easy night, and if Logan thinks he can play the same games with Carter that he plays with everyone else, he may find himself launched overboard before the cruise is done!
Simone: Logan Hunter facing Miles Kasey’s husband Carter at Summer XXXTreme XIV adds a very personal edge to this match. This is not just about beating the World Heavyweight Champion. This is about sending a message through Miles to Carter.
Logan paces in the ring like a caged animal, leaning into the ropes and jawing with fans in the front row. Brooke stays close, whispering in his ear, while Marissa lingers nearby with a colder, less animated presence, watching the entranceway with narrowed eyes.
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers, opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness. A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops and...
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down!
Justin: And his opponent! He is the reigning World Heavyweight Champion! Miles! KASEY!
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head. The camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
“…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!”
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy. Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him. Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto his opponent, ready.
Simone: Listen to this ovation! Miles Kasey is the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, but tonight is about more than pride. He has Logan Hunter across from him, Carter watching closely, and at Summer XXXTreme XIV, Miles walks into a rematch against the former champion Alexander Raven.
Lunam: And that’s the kind of pressure that either breaks a man or sharpens him, Belinda. Raven wants his crown back, Logan wants to embarrass him tonight, and Miles is standing in the middle of it all with that smile on his face like he was born for the storm. That’s why he’s champion.
Dawn Barnes steps between both men and holds them apart as Logan gets nose to nose with Miles, mouthing something about Carter and Summer XXXTreme. Miles smirks, taps the center plate of the World title belt, and then hands it to Dawn, who raises it briefly before passing it to ringside. Logan’s eyes never leave the championship, not until Miles steps forward and forces his attention back where it belongs. Dawn checks with both competitors, then signals to the timekeeper.
DING DING DING!
Logan rushes in fast, trying to catch Miles before he can settle, but Miles ducks under a wild lariat and snatches the arm, twisting into a crisp arm wrench. Logan grimaces and rolls forward to escape, but Miles follows him beautifully, dragging him down with an Arm Wrench Takedown and floating over into wrist control. Logan kicks his legs and gets to a knee, but Miles steps around him, tightening the pressure and forcing Logan’s shoulder down near the mat. Logan bridges up, sneers, and uses a handful of hair to yank Miles toward him. Dawn warns him immediately, but Logan uses that opening to drive a knee into Miles’s midsection and shove him backward into the ropes.
Simone: Logan Hunter using the hair right away. That tells you exactly how he wants this match to go.
Lunam: Aye, and Dawn Barnes saw it, too. Logan had better be careful. She’s not the sort to stand there looking pretty while he cheats the night away.
Logan whips Miles across the ring, but Miles rebounds with speed and fires back with a Japanese Arm Drag that sends Hunter skidding across the canvas. Logan pops up and charges again, only for Miles to leap, twist, and connect with a second arm drag that sends him tumbling toward the corner. Miles runs in, but Logan throws himself through the ropes to the apron, demanding distance. The crowd boos as Brooke claps loudly from ringside and Marissa watches with her arms folded. Miles backs up with a grin, inviting Logan back in. Logan climbs through carefully, then suddenly shoots low and clips Miles’s knee with a sharp kick, changing the whole rhythm in one nasty motion.
Logan drags Miles up and drives him backward with a headbutt, then another, before snapping him over with a Belly to Belly Suplex that shakes the ring. He covers quickly, hooking the leg with a smug look toward Brooke.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Miles gets the shoulder up, but Logan stays on him, grinding a forearm across his face before pulling him to his feet. Logan lands a dropkick that catches Miles square in the chest and sends him tumbling under the bottom rope to the outside. Logan distracts Dawn by complaining that Miles pulled his hair on the way down, and that gives Brooke just enough space to move. She steps in, grabbing Miles by the arm and trying to hold him in place. Miles turns, spots her, and Brooke instantly throws her hands up like she has done nothing wrong. Marissa does not interfere. She simply stands nearby, watching, almost detached from the chaos.
Simone: Brooke got involved the moment she saw daylight, but Marissa has stayed out of it so far.
Lunam: Brooke’s the one with her hands in the cookie jar tonight. Marissa’s watching like she’s studying a chessboard, but she hasn’t made a move.
Logan slides out and blasts Miles from behind, sending him into the barricade. Dawn begins the count as Logan pulls Miles up and slams his face against the apron.
ONE!
Logan grabs Miles by the wrist and goes for an Irish whip toward the steel steps, but Miles reverses at the last second and sends Logan stumbling toward them. Logan plants a boot against the steps to stop himself, then turns back with a vicious grin as Miles charges. Logan catches him, reverses the momentum, and hurls Miles shoulder-first into the steps with a sickening crash. The top half of the steps shifts violently, and Miles collapses to the floor clutching his arm.
TWO!
THREE!
Logan rolls in and out to break the count, earning another wave of boos. He drags Miles up and sends him back into the ring, then slithers after him with predatory confidence. Logan hooks Miles and snaps him over with a Brainbuster, dropping him hard near the center of the ring. He covers again, this time pressing a forearm across Miles’s jaw.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Logan slaps the mat and snarls at Dawn, insisting it was three. Dawn holds up two fingers. Logan wastes time arguing, and Miles uses the ropes to pull himself up. Logan sees it and charges for a Superkick, but Miles ducks under and catches him from behind, lifting him into a Backdrop Suplex that folds Logan onto the canvas. Both men are down as the arena surges back to life. Miles rolls to the corner, shaking out his arm, while Logan crawls toward the ropes with Brooke shouting encouragement.
Simone: Miles needed that desperately. Logan has done serious damage since that crash into the steps.
Lunam: That’s the champion’s heart right there. Ye can hurt him, ye can slow him, but ye have to do a lot more than that to keep Miles Kasey down.
Miles rises first and fires off an Irish Hammer that knocks Logan backward. Logan swings wildly, but Miles ducks, catches him, and plants him with a Vertical Suplex. He rolls through, still holding on, pulls Logan up again, and snaps him down with a Head Grip Mat Slam that bounces the back of Logan’s skull off the canvas. Miles heads to the apron, waits for Logan to stand, then launches himself with a Diving Crossbody. He crashes into Logan and hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Miles pops up, the crowd roaring with him. Logan staggers to his feet and swings, but Miles catches him with a Lung Blower that sends him recoiling in pain. Miles heads to the corner, climbing quickly, but Brooke steps onto the apron and starts yelling at Dawn. Dawn moves toward Brooke, ordering her down. Miles looks over, distracted for half a second, and that is all Logan needs. He rolls to the ropes, grabs the World title belt from where it had been set near the timekeeper’s area after Brooke nudged it closer, and slides back in just as Dawn’s back is turned.
Simone: Wait a minute! Logan has the championship!
Lunam: Dawn, turn around! Turn around, woman!
Miles hops down from the turnbuckle and turns directly into the shot. Logan cracks him in the skull with the World title belt, the impact echoing through the arena. Logan throws the belt out of the ring as Brooke drops from the apron, suddenly innocent. Dawn turns back just as Logan dives into the cover, hooking both legs and putting all his weight across the champion’s chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-Kick out!
The arena explodes as Miles jerks his shoulder off the mat at the last possible instant. Logan’s eyes go wide in disbelief. Brooke screams from ringside. Marissa even takes one step forward, surprised despite herself. Logan grabs his hair with both hands and turns to Dawn, shouting that it had to be three, but Dawn refuses to be bullied.
Simone: Miles Kasey just survived a shot with his own World Heavyweight Championship!
Lunam: By the skin of his teeth, Belinda! That was robbery in progress, and the champion kicked the door clean off the hinges!
Logan drags Miles up with rage in his eyes and hooks him for a Powerbomb, but Miles slips out behind him. Logan spins and tries a Ripcord Knee Strike, but Miles counters with a sudden Standing Spanish Fly, flipping Logan through the air and bringing him down hard. Miles cannot cover right away, still feeling the belt shot, but he crawls over and drapes an arm across Logan’s chest.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both men fight up slowly. Logan throws a lariat, but Miles ducks and springs off the ropes. Logan catches him with a Superkick to the ribs, then shoves him into the corner. Logan runs in, but Miles moves, sending him chest-first into the buckles. Logan stumbles backward, and Miles spikes him with a Reverse Frankensteiner that snaps Logan down onto the top of his head. Miles points to the top rope, and the crowd rises with him. He climbs, steadies himself, and launches into a Reverse 450, but Logan rolls out of the way at the last second. Miles crashes hard, and Logan, sensing another opening, rolls toward the ropes with desperate eyes.
Logan pulls himself onto the apron and climbs to the top rope from the outside, clearly setting up for a springboard attack. He grips the top rope and prepares to launch, but Miles lunges forward and shakes the ropes violently. Logan loses his balance and drops down crotch-first across the top rope, his face twisting in agony as the crowd roars. Miles grabs the top rope with both hands and bounces it again and again, making Logan jolt helplessly with every impact as Dawn warns him to break.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Miles releases just in time, grabs Logan by the head, and throws him off the rope and back into the ring. Logan rolls across the canvas, clutching himself and gasping, while Brooke shrieks at Dawn from the outside.
Lunam: Ah, sweet suffering saints! Logan may be singing soprano for the rest of the cruise season!
Simone: Miles gave Logan a taste of his own cruelty there, and the crowd loved every second of it!
Miles climbs to the top rope again, this time looking for the Moonsault. He flies beautifully, but Logan gets his knees up, driving them into Miles’s ribs. Miles rolls away, coughing for air, and Logan pulls himself up in the corner, battered but still dangerous. He waits as Miles rises, then blasts him with a Ripcord Knee Strike that sends the champion staggering. Logan follows with a Springboard Flying Elbow, connecting flush. He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Logan slaps on the Faithbreaker, wrapping his legs around Miles’s neck and arm in the Triangle Choke. Miles flails, his face turning red as Logan cinches it tighter. Brooke screams for him to tap. Marissa leans in, watching closely. Dawn checks on Miles, asking if he gives up, but Miles shakes his head and claws toward the ropes. Logan pulls back harder, trying to drain every bit of life from him. Miles reaches, fingertips grazing the bottom rope, but Logan shifts his hips and drags him back toward the center. The crowd claps in rhythm, louder and louder, and Miles plants one foot, then the other, powering upward with Logan still attached. With a roar, Miles lifts Logan and drives him down with a modified power drop, breaking the hold.
Both men stagger up. Logan hits the ropes, springing back for his Moonsault, flipping through the air with perfect rotation, but Miles sees him coming. As Logan is upside down in midair, Miles steps in and blasts him with a Superkick to the face, catching him in a jaw-dropping collision that turns the arena into pure chaos. Logan crashes to the mat in a heap, and Miles drops to one knee, shaking off the damage before pulling himself back up with fire in his eyes.
Simone: Superkick out of the moonsault! Miles caught him upside down!
Lunam: I’ve never seen timing like that! That was a champion’s instinct and a marksman’s aim!
Brooke pounds the apron, screaming for Logan to move. Marissa stands silent, her hands on her head. Logan somehow pushes to his knees, dazed and barely aware of where he is. Miles backs into the corner, lowering his stance, his eyes locked on Logan. The crowd rises because they know what is coming. Logan reaches his feet, swaying, and turns.
Miles explodes out of the corner and drills Logan with Double Edged Sword, the Hidden Blade smashing into the side of Logan’s head with brutal precision. Logan collapses instantly. Miles turns him over, hooks the leg deep, and Dawn slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, Miles KASEY!
The crowd erupts as Miles rolls onto his back, exhausted but victorious. Dawn raises his hand, and the World title is returned to him. Miles clutches it against his chest for a moment before sitting up, breathing hard, eyes bright with triumph. Logan rolls out of the ring and collapses into the arms of Marissa and Brooke, with Brooke immediately shouting toward Dawn and pointing back at Miles. She accuses him of grabbing the tights, using the ropes, and stealing the match, her voice nearly drowned out by the crowd’s cheers.
Lunam: Oh, away with ye, Brooke! Miles grabbed no tights, used no ropes, and stole absolutely nothing! Logan cracked the man with the World title belt and still couldn’t finish the job!
Simone: Miles Kasey overcame interference, a championship belt shot, a Triangle Choke, and everything Logan Hunter could throw at him. What a Main Event, and what a statement from the World Heavyweight Champion before Summer XXXTreme XIV.
Miles climbs the corner, raising the championship high above his head as Brooke continues protesting at ringside and Marissa helps Logan back toward the aisle. Logan looks furious, humiliated, and still half-stunned from the Double Edged Sword. Miles points down at him, then taps the title before looking into the camera with a confident grin.
Simone: And what a night it has been! We saw grudges deepen, Summer XXXTreme XIV implications everywhere, and in this Main Event, Miles Kasey showed why he is the World Heavyweight Champion. But Alexander Raven is waiting for him in that rematch, and Logan Hunter still has Carter in his future.
Lunam: Aye, and after tonight, Carter has to be smiling somewhere. Logan Hunter brought tricks, distractions, and that belt shot, but Miles Kasey brought heart, timing, and the Double Edged Sword. As for Raven, he’ll have seen this. He’ll know the champion is hurt, but he’ll also know the champion is dangerous.
Simone: We will see everyone next week for the Going Home edition of Climax Control at the Watsco Center in Coral Gables, Florida! For Erik Lunam, I’m Belinda Simone, saying good night, everyone!
Lunam: Good night, folks! We’ll see ye in Coral Gables!
Miles remains in the corner of the ring, World Heavyweight Championship lifted high as the fans continue roaring around him. Gold and blue lights sweep across the arena, the camera catching one last image of the champion standing tall after a war, celebrating as the screen fades to credits.
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!