The camera pans across the golden sands of South Miami Beach, the roar of the ocean mixing with the roar of the crowd. Spotlights circle above the six-sided SCW ring set directly on the beach. Fans press in close, lining the barricades.
Around the ringside area are tables wrapped in barbed wire, baseball bats studded with thumbtacks, kendo sticks resting ominously against steel chairs, and buckets filled with who-knows-what! The SuperCard’s reputation precedes it! Violent Conduct X, the most brutal, lawless night of the year.
The camera cuts to the ring, where standing under the lights is ring announcer Justin Decent, clad only in skin-tight black swimming trunks and a Chippendales-style bow tie collar.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! And everything fabulous in between! WELCOME to South Miami Beach!
The crowd explodes in cheers, whistles, and chants!
Justin: And welcome to the single most violent, most depraved, most unrelenting night of the year! This is Sin City Wrestling’s VIOLENT CONDUCT X!!!
A massive BOOM of pyro erupts from the sand behind the stage, flames bursting skyward as the fans scream!
Justin: Now it wouldn’t be SCW without the diva of decadence, the Hostess With the Mostess… MISS AMANDA HUGGINKISS!
The sound system kicks in with a sultry, jazzy beat as Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage. She’s dripping in sequins, a glittering, feathered boa dragging across the sand as she struts and winks to the crowd. The fans cheer wildly, some reaching over the barricade as Amanda stops to playfully pat one man on the cheek and blow kisses to another group of rowdy beachgoers.
She twirls the boa, sways her hips, and works her way onto stage, milking every reaction, every whistle, every pop. The stage lights dim and a single spotlight falls on Amanda. She raises the mic and the music hits.
Amanda: Well I met a man in spandex, thought he’d treat me right,
But he hit me with a suplex on a Saturday night!
He said, Baby, you’re my tag team, my partner, my flame…
Then he powerbombed me straight through a table with my name!
‘Cause love hurts… with a steel chair!
Cupid shot an arrow, but honey I don’t care!
Give me roses, give me kisses, or toss me through the ropes,
In this squared circle, heartbreak’s just another trope!
He said, Baby, you’re my queen, as he tightened up his boots,
Then he DDT’d my feelings in a rhinestone suit!
I said, Sugar, don’t you choke me, it ain’t that kinda play,
But he locked me in submission and I tapped three times, hooray!
‘Cause love hurts… with a steel chair!
Romance is a shoot, but baby life ain’t fair!
Whisper sweet nothings, or pile drive my dreams,
It’s a violent kind of passion, if you know what I mean!
Oh honey, forget Romeo and Juliet.
This ain’t Shakespeare, it’s Sin City Wrestling!
Where foreplay is forearms,
And true love means takin’ a kendo stick to the face!
Love hurts… with a steel chair!
It’s passion in fashion with blood in my hair!
So if you want my number, don’t just sit and stare
Bring me chocolates, bring me flowers…
And hit me with that CHAIR!
As Amanda belts out her final note, she strikes a dramatic pose in the center of the ring. The crowd is roaring, some laughing, some clapping, some chanting her name. Then, from the stage, four handsome, oiled-up, muscular men in tiny swimsuits strut out, each of them shimmering under the lights like living statues of Miami beach gods.
With perfect timing, they step into the ring, surround Amanda, and gently hoist her up onto their broad shoulders. Amanda waves her boa like a queen on parade, blowing exaggerated kisses and fanning herself with mock exhaustion as the crowd eats it up. The four men carry her regally down the steps, back up the ramp, and behind the curtain as the fans cheer!
The camera cuts to the broadcast booth. The backdrop is the Miami surf crashing under the moonlight, and seated at the table are Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam, both looking sharp in beach-chic attire with headsets on.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sin City Wrestling’s Violent Conduct X! We are live from South Miami Beach, and tonight marks the explosive grand finale of the 2025 Party Hard Tour!
Lunam: Sun, sand, steel, and a whole lotta violence! It doesn’t get more Sin City than this! Tonight, we’ve got a lineup that is nothing short of insane, so let’s break it down for everyone at home!
Simone: We kick things off inside a steel cage with the mixed tag team Funhouse Match! Weapons will be dangling from the bars as Anthrax and Twisted Sister team up to battle LJ Kasey and Alexandra Calaway!
Lunam: And then, the chaos climbs higher in the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match for the vacant Internet Championship! It’s ‘Unbreakable’ Eddie Lyons versus ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart versus Miles Kasey versus Alex Jones! Four men willing to risk it all to climb that ladder and make history!
Simone: After that, history is made on the sands with the first-ever Buried (Alive) In Sand Match. Candy takes on Victoria Lyons, and the only way to win is to bury your opponent under the Miami beach until they’re gone!
Lunam: Talk about savage! And then it’s championship action! Harper Mason puts her Bombshell Roulette Championship on the line against the legendary Alicia Lukas!
Simone: Bad blood spills over next in the Ball n Chain Match! Seleana Zdunich faces her own wife, Crystal Caldwell, who betrayed her in the Summer XXXTreme Battle Royal! This is wife versus wife, and they’re chained together with no escape!
Lunam: And speaking of chaos, the Roulette Championship will be defended in a Triple Threat Match! Vincent Lyons Jr, one of the most deranged champions we’ve ever seen, puts his gold on the line against Logan Hunter and Liam Davis, both answering his Open Challenge!
Simone: From there we turn to the Bombshell Internet Championship! Mercedes Vargas defends in a Falls Count Anywhere match against both Lilith Locke and Diamond Steele! No count outs, no boundaries, just pure carnage until one Bombshell remains standing with the title!
Lunam: And if that wasn’t enough, careers are on the line! In a Hardcore Rules Match with a Loser Leaves stipulation, Justin Smith and Felix ‘the Cat’ Hernandez will settle their blood feud once and for all! One man walks out, the other is done with SCW forever!
Simone: And the women take it to the streets! The World Bombshell Championship is on the line as ‘Dreamkiller’ Kayla Richards defends against Frankie Holliday, the woman bold enough to challenge her at Summer XXXTreme XIII! This one’s a Streetfight, and it’s gonna get ugly!
Lunam: And then, the Main Event! The World Heavyweight Championship hangs in the balance in a match so brutal, it could end careers! The champion, Helluva Bottom Carter, defends against Aiden Reynolds, the man who earned his shot by winning the Overboard Battle Royal at Summer XXXTreme XIII! And the stipulation? I Quit! No pins, no submissions! The only way to end it is to make your opponent give up!
Simone: All this and so much more, coming your way tonight at Violent Conduct X!
The camera pans wide over the ring, the weapons glittering in the floodlights, the Miami crowd roaring in anticipation as the night officially begins.
The camera cuts to the perimeter of the SuperCard event earlier in the day, near the parking lot to the beach itself. The crowd along the beach buzzes as the rumble of an engine grows louder. A dune buggy comes tearing across the sand, kicking up salt spray and beach debris. It screeches to a stop just shy of the event’s parking lot, the camera rushing closer.
Out of the driver’s side steps none other than Miles Kasey, one of tonight’s contenders for the vacant Internet Championship. The crowd on the beach immediately pops, recognizing him! His trademark grin flashes as he kills the engine. The fans continue cheering in adulation as Helluva Bottom Carter, the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, emerges from the front passenger side, belt strapped proudly over his shoulder.
But the two-time Couple of the Year are not alone as a third figure slowly stands upright in the back of the dune buggy. Slowly climbing out, with Miles lending a steadying hand, is a teenage boy. He looks nervous but curious, his wide eyes scanning the crowd, the ring in the distance, and the spectacle around him. The noise from the press and the nearby fans swells.
Miles leans down, reassuring the boy quietly, a hand on his shoulder. Carter comes around, suitcase in one hand, free arm slung protectively around the teen’s other side. The family-like picture isn’t lost on the cameras. The couple begins gathering their luggage from the buggy. The teen instinctively tries to help, fumbling with one of the smaller bags.
The press, gathered near the barricades, shouts questions. Flashbulbs pop. Fans chant Carter’s name. The boy’s head whips around nervously at the attention, but both Carter and Miles subtly step in front of him, creating a shield with their bodies as they start toward the “backstage” entrance tent.
The boy cracks the faintest smile as the three disappear behind the curtain toward the backstage area. The camera lingers for a beat on the empty dune buggy, still dusted with sand, before cutting back to the ring area.
We cut to another area of the beach where Cassie Wolfe, who was left off the card for unknown reasons, is sitting on the beach and looking out towards the ocean.
Cassie: Week after week I went out there and busted my ass! Hell I even wrestled a former World Bombshell Champion on a knee I blew out the week before!
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: And I get left off the card in favour of the latest family bullshit between Seleana and Crystal?! Or so the fucking Metal Maniacs can have a match?!
Cassie spits to the ground as she stands up.
Cassie: This was supposed to be the one year anniversary of my Supercard debut but between this and the Mud Pit Match they ALMOST booked between Seleana and Crystal? Maybe Mark Ward was the brains of the co-owners and not Christian Underwood!
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: Give me a match at the next Climax Control, I don’t care against who, I’ve got frustration to take out!
Cassie storms off as the scene fades.
Simone: It’s time for the opening match at Violent Conduct X and this promises to be brutal as Alexandra Callaway and LJ Kasey team up to take on Twisted Sister and Anthrax of the Metal Maniacs in a Mixed Tag Team Funhouse Match!
Lunam: How this works is simple, it’s tornado tag rules and both teams will be locked inside a steel cage with weapons dangling from the top! Only way to win is by pinfall or submission!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen this is your opening contest scheduled for one fall and is a Mixed Tag Team Funhouse Match!
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance and he is joined by Alexandra.
Justin: Introducing team #1: LJ Kasey and Alexandra Callway!
The song's tempo shifts, and they match its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. They slaps a few outstretched hands from fans.
They reach the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.
He grabs the top rope, and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.
Simone: LJ last picked up a non-title win over the Roulette Champ Vincent Lyons Jr. and Alexandra was one of the Bombshells in that battle royal to determine the challenger for Kayla Richards’ World Bombshell Championship!
Lunam: Alexandra lost that match but now she has a chance to bounce back!
Justin: And their opponents!
Hollywood Undead's "Day Of The Dead" begins to play and the crowd hushes as they turn their attention towards the stage. The curtains fly open and the first to appear is Doctor Kraven Moorehead, escorting none other than Anthrax who is riding -- a child's tricycle!? And HE is pulling behind him, riding in a little red wagon, the violently psychotic tandem of the Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister, known collectively as Heavy Metal Mania.
Justin: Introducing from the Asylum! Accompanied by Doctor Kraven Moorehead and Iron Maiden, Twisted Sister, and Anthrax!
The fans stare with wide eyed awe at these lunatics as they arrive at ringside. The two women shriek at the top of their lungs and laugh as they are herded by the 'good doctor' from their ride and towards the ring. The women screech and lunge at the fans, causing the crowd to jump back, before the finally roll into the ring. Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden run around the ring, hitting the ropes and the corner, screaming, and laughing until the Doctor escorts them to the corner and Anthrax flops onto his chest and stomach, chin on his curled fingers while he kicks his legs idly and watches for the opposition.
Simone: I often wonder where Christian found those people.
Lunam: I’m scared to find out!
Holly goes over the rules (or lack thereof) with both teams before she calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our opener is on!
Lunam: This will be good!
Once the bell rings the two teams meet in the middle and start trading blows, LJ on Antrhrax and Alexandra on Twisted Sister while Holly can only stand back and watch the action unfold, after a few minutes LJ and Twisted duck under blows from the respective dance partners and throw them into the cage wall! Then Twisted Sister and LJ back into each other and spin around, coming face to face.
Simone: LJ had better watch himself because SCW’s intergender rules means he can’t touch Twisted Sister!
Lunam: I don’t think many men WANT to touch Twisted Sister!
Simone: NOT WHAT I MEANT!
Whether it’s good or bad luck is up for debate but LJ’s distraction allows Anthrax to leap from the cage and hit him with a kendo stick shot to the face, dropping the Brit! Anthrax goes for the first pin of the night!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra inadvertently breaks it up by hitting a crossbody off the cage of Twisted Sister, knocking her into Anthrax!
Simone: That’s one way around the intergender rule!
Lunam: Intentional or not, it got the job done!
Alexandra doesn’t seem to realize that she just broke up Anthrax’s pin on LJ as she holds on for her first pin of the match on Twisted Sister!
ONE!
TWO!
And Anthrax breaks it up by bodyslamming LJ onto Alexandra! The look on Holly’s face is priceless as Anthrax just shrugs off her reprimand.
Simone: That on the other hand counts as a fineable infraction.
Lunam: Given how crazy Anthrax and Twisted Sister are, I really doubt they care!
Twisted Sister gets back to her feet and argues with Holly alongside Anthrax that they don’t care about the rules and Holly looks like she’d rather be at the beach bar than officiate this match, however while the maniacs are distracted LJ and Alexandra have climbed up the cage and grabbed two weapons, a Barbed Wire Steel Chair by Alexandra and a Baseball Bat by LJ and as soon as they drop down? They drop the maniacs with a weapon shot each.
Simone: I’m just feeling sorry for everyone who got left off the card in favour of this!
Lunam: Cassie Wolfe vs. Ms. Manners would’ve been better than the Metal Maniacs getting a match!
LJ and Alexandra go for simultaneous pins on Twisted Sister and Anthrax!
ONE!
TWO!
And they both kick out! However Alexandra flips Twisted Sister onto her stomach, removes some of the Barbed Wire from the chair, and LOCKS IN A CROSSFACE WITH THE BARBED WIRE ON TWISTED SISTER! Holly takes a moment to realize just what she’s looking at before she gets into position to check if Twisted Sister is ready to tap.
Simone: And leave it to Alexandra to take the brutality up a notch!
Lunam: She is a hardcore legend!
Anthrax goes to break it up but LJ catches him with his version of the Blast from the Past off the cage!
Simone: And there’s LJ with the Blast from the Past!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Anthrax, he’s done!
LJ goes for a pin while Alexandra keeps the hold locked in!
ONE!
TWO!
3!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners. LJ Kasey and Alexandra Callaway!
Simone: And that insanity is over!
Lunam: Thank god!
LJ and Alexandra celebrate while Holly checks on the Metal Maniacs.
Backstage, the camera focuses on Miles Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter, now in full gear. They stand just outside Carter’s private dressing room area. Between them is the teenage boy from earlier, looking both nervous and curious.
Miles adjusts the collar of his elaborate, flowing robe which is shimmering under the lights and sun. The boy’s eyes widen as he takes it in. Then his gaze shifts to Carter, who’s dressed in his vibrant, rainbow-themed attire sparkling under the sky.
Kevin: … Do you always wear clothes like… that for wrestling?
Miles laughs warmly, placing his hands on his hips.
Miles: Not always, Kev. Sometimes we like to turn the dial up, get a little flashy.
Carter winks at the boy, striking a cheeky mini-pose with his title belt slung across his chest. The boy can’t help but crack a small smile at the playful display.
Miles: So… what do you think so far?
The boy glances around at the bustling backstage area. Stagehands rushing by, gear cases stacked against the walls, wrestlers walking past in full costume. He just shrugs his slim shoulders, the awe still written all over his face.
Kevin: It’s cool.
Miles grins at Carter knowingly.
Carter: Trust me. Wait until you see the show out there.
The boy looks down, still smiling shyly, as the couple flanks him protectively.
Miles: Trust me, you’ll get used to it. Female voice: Well if it isn’t my two favorite peacocks!
Miles smirks and turns around. He spots Bella Madison, Malachi and of course their daughter Máire making their way down the halls.
Miles: Hey! I wasn’t expecting to see you three today.
Bella: Hey, just because I wasn’t booked doesn’t mean that I don’t put in appearances and besides, we got to visit Lach and Sierra and...
Carter: Beach photoshoot?
Bella: Of course! A good way to say farewell to summer. I see Mattie outdid herself again, Miles.
Miles: Of course.
Bella’s attention catches when she spots the teenager hiding behind Miles and Carter.
Bella: And who do we have here?
Malachi: Glad to know I wasn’t the only one that noticed him. What gives, SCW start a internship program we weren’t aware of?
Máire lifts her head and looks at the young man and waves.
Máire: Hi!
Kevin gives a small wave back and whispers ‘hi’ back. Miles looks between the two and it dawns on him.
Miles: Dammit, sorry Bella. It’s been a wild couple of weeks and we had to stay hushed about it until we went to court.
Bella’s eyebrows raise up and looks between them.
Bella: Court?!?
Miles: Nothing bad! Just, well let’s just start off with introductions and we’ll fill in the blanks later when we go to the after party dinner. Bella, Mal and darling little Máire, this is Kevin.
Carter: *to Kevin* These are two of our dearest friends and their 2 year old daughter. Oh and the guy with resting bitch face is Malachi.
Malachi: You motherf-
Bella: MAL! We talked about the language in front of Máire or do I need to remind you of the word she was screaming all over the house just a few days ago.
Máire: SHIT!
Bella cringes as the guys all start laughing.
Bella: Yeah, that’s the one.
Malachi: So what’s the deal with ya then kid? You having a wish granted or...?
Bella: Mal, for the love of...
Malachi: What? He’s skinny as hell, so how am I supposed to know.
Miles: Actually King of tact...Kevin here is living with us.
Bella and Mal tilt their heads as Mal takes a sip of his water just as Carter bursts out.
Carter: He’s our son!
And that causes Mal to spittake is water everywhere which Máire lets out a burst of laughter.
Bill Barnhart has stepped out of his dressing room into the hallway. Also with Bill is his wife and manager Bea Barnhart. Bill is dressed in his normal wrestling attire and today Bea, who will serve as Bill’s Manager for his match against Eddie Lyons, Alex Jones, and Miles Kasey, with the winner being crowned the Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion. Quickly a backstage camera person arrives and asks if they can air the pre-match comments from Bill Barnhart and Bill says yes.
Bill: Well here we are at Violent Conduct. I am in a TABLES, LADDERS and CHAIRS Match with Eddie Lyons, Miles Kasey, and Alex Jones. I am absolutely positive that I am going to win this match and be crowned as the new Internet Champion. There is no way my three opponents are going to be able to fight me off to win this match. I am determined to win this match and take possession of the Internet Championship Title Belt.
We cut to a different part of the beach where one of tonight’s Roulette Title Challengers Logan Hunter is accompanied by his girlfriend Brooke and her twin sister Marissa.
Logan: This injustice has gone on for far too long!
Logan declares as he glares at the camera.
Logan: The Roulette Title is rightfully mine! But because the bosses at the time were spineless cowards they let Guy have his way after he stole the title from me I had to sit on the sidelines as he made a mockery of it.
Brooke: The clown is gone and tonight? Logan will undo the last of his tainted legacy, Vincent, Liam? Watch out!
Brooke and Logan walk off while Marissa shakes her head.
Marissa: God help SCW if he loses tonight!
Marissa mutters before she goes off after them.
Simone: It’s time for our second match of the evening and this one is for all the marbles! Alex Jones, Eddie Lyons, Bill Barnhart and Miles Kasey battle it out for the vacant Internet Title!
Lunam: This all thing started when Kevin Carter left the company, vacating the title in the process, and Alex cost Eddie a non-title match with HB Carter that same week, they were added to the TLC Match in the ensuing brawl and then Miles Kasey was added to the mix after he picked up the win over Bill who was added because no one else was available.
Simone: This is gonna be a showstopper, let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match scheduled for one fall! And it is for the vacant Internet Championship!
Tommy Vext's "Cancel the king" hits and as the lyrics of the intro cut into the guitar Alex steps out wearing a black and red "wolfslair" t-shirt and his wrestling gear. He makes his way down to the ring with an arrogant sneer before leaping up onto the ring apron, he enters the ring and grabs a chair immediately.
Justin: First, from Dallas, Texas, weighing 220ibs, ALEX JONES!
Simone: Alex has held every title in SCW but the Internet Championship, now he seeks to add that belt to his collection!
Lunam: But he has three other man to contend with first!
Justin: And his opponents!
As Clouds by NF begins A fog fills the stage area, as Eddie Lyons appears in the middle, hoodie up, and arms folded. He stands there looking down at the ring for a few moments. Shooting a fist into the air, Eddie pulls his hoodie down, and makes his way down the ramp, tagging the hands of a few fans along the way before climbing the stairs into the ring. Eddie extends his arms to both sides then drops to a knee, and punches the mat, but before he can move Alex swings with the chair and misses!
Justin: From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing 230ibs, EDDIE LYONS!
Simone: Things are getting off to an intense start already! And considering Eddie scored a surprise win over Alex at the Go Home Show? That’s not surprising.
As the two men brawl Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed his English Bulldog Iris leading her by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The two make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to a ring attendant to hold onto until the match is over. Bill enters the ring and immediately joins in the brawl.
Justin: From Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing 240ibs, “BULLDOG” BILL BARNHART!
Simone: I love how Bill had to do his whole entrance before he joined in on the brawl between Eddie and Alex!
Lunam: Wonder if Miles will do the same?
By this point the brawl has spilled to the outside of the ring as "Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers—opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops—
BOOM!
Justin: And from Manchester, England, MILES KASEY!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down.
His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
“…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.
Simone: The answer is yes and somehow the other three men haven’t noticed all the pyro!
Lunam: They’ve probably used to it!
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto the stage—or the opponent—ready, and as soon as his entrance wraps up Miles hits the ropes and all three of his opponents with a Suicide Dive wiping them out as Dawn calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Simone: Well, things are off to an explosive start!
Lunam: No kidding!
Once the bell rings Dawn can only match and wait for any of the four men to get back to their feet, Miles, being the freshest of the four due to the fact that he entered last, is the first one to his feet and he immediately goes in search of a ladder. He grabs a big once but Alex is back on his feet and has grabbed the chair he took earlier, slamming it into Miles’s back to break his grip on the ladder, however before Alex can make his next move Eddie leaps off the apron and hits him with a senton!
Simone: It looked like Miles was going to have the upper hand but then Alex came in, followed by Eddie!
Lunam: So far Bill is the only one who has stayed out of the action.
So, where was Bill during all this? Still regaining his bearings after Miles’s dive but as soon as Bill is on his feet he immediately makes a beeline for the nearest ladder and slides it into the ring, while Bill is setting it up he is milking how smart he is for all it’s worth, pointing to his forehead with a shit eating grin on his face, making belt motions around his waist, the works! It’s to no one’s surprise that Bill wastes too much time and ends up falling off the ladder thanks to a Springboard Dropkick from Miles knocking over said ladder!
Simone: You’d think Bill would know better as one of the most experienced men in this match!
Lunam: Well, he still managed to forget about Alex, Eddie and especially Miles!
Bill rolls out of the ring but in the meantime Eddie has grabbed two tables and is double stacking them, first by setting up one table normally and then by going to set up the other one while he’s on the apron, this leaves Eddie open to a blow from behind by Alex who then turns Eddie around and goes to Suplex him back into the ring, Eddie blocks it and tries to Suplex Alex through the tables but Alex blocks that as well so Eddie counters with an Uppercut! Miles then charges in for a Spear through the tables but Eddie sidesteps it and scores with a kick before hitting Alex with a Springboard Clothesline!
Simone: And now Eddie has fended off attacks from Miles and Alex!
Lunam: While Bill licks his wounds on the outside!
Eddie finishes setting up the other table but, seeing an opportunity Eddie enters the ring and sets up the ladder underneath the title hoping to win the Internet Title, however by this point Bill has joined the fray again and the veteran immediately starts climbing up after Eddie, meeting with him at the top of the ladder and exchanging blows high above the ring and the Miami beach sand, however unbeknownst to them? Alex and Miles are back on their feet!
Simone: Two men up active above the ring and two men are active beneath them, I don’t think this will end well for Eddie and Bill.
Lunam: Not if Alex and Miles want a chance to win the Internet Title!
Alex has his chair and he charges at Miles but the Brit dodges and hits the veteran with a Snap German Suplex! However back above the ring Bill has gained the upper hand after slamming Eddie’s face into the top of the ladder and is reaching up for the Internet Championship (which is being suspended by a crane due to them being in an outdoor arena) and upon seeing this Miles doesn’t hesitate, grabbing the ladder and starting to push it over.
Simone: Is it me or is Miles pushing them towards those tables Eddie set up?
Lunam: This won’t end well for either Bill or Eddie but it’ll be a boon for Alex and Miles!
As soon as he realizes what’s about to happen Bill makes a desperation grab for the title but he is too late AND MILES SENDS BOTH HIM AND EDDIE THROUGH THE DOUBLE STACKED TABLES ON THE OUTSIDE! The crowd is going crazy while Miles watches on but Alex is back on his feet and is eyeing the same thing Miles is, the two men lock eyes as they go face to face and the crowd loses it.
Simone: Lots of history there, don’t forget Miles turned his back on Wolfslair for a shot at the then World Heavyweight Champion Finn Whelen!
Lunam: And with Eddie and Bill out of it? It’s all down to him and Alex!
Miles makes the first move on Alex charging in for a clothesline but Alex dodges it and slams his chair into Miles’s midsection, doubling him over and then slamming the chair across his back for good measure! Alex clearly things that he has the match won as he rights the ladder and immediately starts climbing to the top, his eyes are on the prize as he locks eyes with the Internet Championship!
Simone: And here comes Alex, is he about to achieve the grand slam?
Lunam: I don’t think Miles is as out of it as Alex thought.
Indeed, Miles is not down and he has grabbed another ladder setting it up right next to Alex’s ladder, the Brit climbs up that ladder and starts trading blows with Alex until Alex kicks away his ladder, sending it teetering, however right as Miles is about to go over HE LEAPS AND HITS ALEX WITH A LADDER TO LADDER OS CUTTER AKA THE BLAST FROM THE PAST! The crowd is going insane and Miles seems to be the last man standing!
Simone: What a move by Miles!
Lunam: He might have secured the title with that!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!Miles slowly gets to his feet and starts climbing the ladder, after making absolutely sure that the opposition is down he grabs the title!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW INTERNET CHAMPION, MILES KASEY!
Simone: Miles has done it! After losing the title to Kevin Carter in the first place he has won it back!
Lunam: What a match!
Miles celebrates his win while Dawn checks on the other three men.
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Jingle fades out. Legal disclaimer in tiny text: “Side effects may include singed pajamas, bedhead of epic proportions, and being awake forever.” We cut to a different area of Miami Beach where we see the Bombshell Roulette Champion and Florida native Harper Mason standing by with her title over her shoulder. Harper: In just a few moments I’ll be all set to defend this title against Alicia Lukas in my first defence, two days removed from my 21st Birthday to boot! Harper grins as she holds up her title, Harper: Am I worried? No but I am ready to give this match my all and retain the title over a woman who hasn’t been relevant in years and there’s no way Alicia’s gaining any relevancy at my expense. Harper says before she starts to walk off. Harper: I may be from Orlando but tonight? I’m doing Miami proud! Harper walks off as the scene fades. Simone: Alright guys, the Miami sun is blazing down and we are heading outside. We have quite the crowd at the beachside surrounding a massive sandpit outlined with barricades. A large hole dug into the beach, basically it’s the burial site that sits ominously at one end, while a massive scoop loader full of sand waits to finish the job when the time comes. Lunam: We are going to stay at ringside, Simone. A reminder to our fans at home and to the fans here that victory in our next match will only come when one competitor is completely buried in the sand. There are no pinfalls, no submissions, just total burial. Simone: Let’s head outside with our ring announcer, Justin Decent! The staging lights dim down as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the makeshift tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy. She skips her way down to an area marked for the wrestlers. Outside the area, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before stepping into the area and bouncing around some more in the sand. Justin: Introducing first! She hails from Malibu Beach, California, being led to the ring by Fluffy, this is Candy!!! The lights dim once again as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, and makes her slow and haunting walk to the area. She glares at some of the fans, and even bites at a few as she passes by. As she gets in the beachside area, the lights go back on, as Victoria raises her arms in a V in the middle of the area, as if looking for worship, and giving the camera a creepy smile. Justin: And her opponent, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina, this is "The Head Lyoness" Victoria Lyons!!! The bell sounds.
DING DING DING!
Candy tries to keep the pace lighthearted at first, dancing around Victoria, peppering her with playful strikes, even pulling off a surprise dropkick that sends Victoria stumbling into the sand. The crowd cheers as Candy throws a handful of sand into the air like confetti.
Lunam: That could be a huge mistake by Candy there. This match has ONLY just begun.
But Victoria’s smile is cruel when she stands. Candy bursts with energy, dancing around Victoria, hitting a quick monkey flip that sends Lyons rolling into the sand. She follows with a playful tilt-a-whirl headscissors, whipping Victoria down face-first into the grit. The crowd cheers as Candy celebrates with a little sand toss.
But Victoria’s snarl says it all. She cuts Candy off with a stiff forearm smash that nearly takes her head off, then a punishing belly-to-belly suplex that spikes Candy into the sand with a thud.
Lunam: OOOF that was brutal looking.
Simone: Sand or not that will rock anyone.
Candy woozily gets to her feet as Victoria quickly turns the tide with a vicious clothesline that plants Candy flat. From there, she grows methodical, dragging Candy by the hair, grinding her face into the hot sand, and delivering stiff forearm shots. Every slam sends puffs of sand rising into the air, making the fight feel suffocating and primal.
Simone: We know Victoria can be absolutely vicious when she wants to be. She was the Roulette Champion for a year and one does not simply go about that with taking it easy on their opponents.
Lunam: And nothing against Candy but she seems more squishmellow and less...
Simone: Fight Club?
Lunam: We don’t talk about that.
Victoria drags Candy toward the pit, but Candy counters with a sharp enziguiri that rocks Lyons. Candy scrambles back to her feet, catching her opponent with a floatover suplex right into the soft sand. She kips up, firing up the crowd, and charges with a flapjack that drops Victoria chest-first into the grit.
Simone: There she goes! Candy with that ‘never say die’ attitude finds that opening.
Lunam: She’s gotta keep going though, don’t give Lyons’ that chance to swing back.
Candy even gets bold, climbing onto the barricade for height and soars off with a missile dropkick that knocks Victoria backward near the hole! The crowd thinks Candy might actually pull it off as she desperately shovels sand from the pit’s edge onto Lyons.
Lunam: See! But Victoria is not all the way in!
Simone: It’s gonna take a lot of strength though to bounce out of that.
But Victoria roars back. She explodes out of the mound with a brutal running knee strike to Candy’s ribs, folding her in half. She grabs Candy by the hair, grinds her face into the sand, then plants her with a stalling suplex, holding her up just long enough to let the blood rush before slamming her into the ground.
Victoria dominates, striking hard with a soccer kick to Candy’s ribs, then a nasty axe kick to the back that leaves Candy writhing. She follows with her backflips into corner elbow, improvised here against the barricade, smashing Candy against the steel with force.
Lunam: And here is where the no DQ comes into play.
Candy, ever resilient, finds one more rally: a dazzling hurricanrana that spikes Victoria headfirst into the sand. She strings together a hangman’s neckbreaker and then a slick bridging fisherman’s suplex that keeps Lyons down for a few precious seconds. The fans scream as Candy drags her toward the pit and tries frantically to push her in.
Simone: LYONS IS TEETERING!
Victoria fights back viciously catching Candy at the temple with a wild right foot. With Candy dazed, Victoria begins dragging her toward the pit. Candy tries to resist, clawing at the sand, grabbing Victoria’s ankles, fighting desperately to stay alive in the match. She even hits a last-ditch jawbreaker that stuns Victoria, giving her a small window to scramble away. But Lyons’ ruthlessness shows. She tackles Candy from behind, raining down heavy strikes before slamming her head into the sand repeatedly. She breaks Candy’s desperate grip with a stiff lifting knee strike, then plants her with Dead Revolution (spinning fall side slam) directly into the edge of the sand pit. Candy’s body crumples, half in and half out of the hole.
Lunam: OH THAT WAS BRUTAL!
Simone: Candy is on that edge!
Victoria isn’t done. Candy barely pulls herself up before Lyons climbs up onto the nearby barricade, launches herself off, and nails Nova Burst (Eclipse) dropping Candy head and neck first into the pit but she too falls in with impact! The crowd gasps at the scene unfolding in front of them.
Simone: THEY’RE BOTH IN THE PIT!
Lunam: We know Candy is pretty much done for but what did that fall do to the former Roulette Champion?
Victoria claws her way out, soaked with sweat and a wicked smile on her face. With every claw she makes sure to throw sand on top of Candy and when she finally gets out Victoria pushes her hair back and glances down. Candy remains motionless, Victoria grabs the scoop lever. Slowly, menacingly, she releases the sand, the grains pouring down over Candy’s body. Candy stirs weakly, her hand clawing up through the falling sand, but Victoria stomps it back down and keeps shoveling until Candy disappears beneath the beach.
The referee signals it, and the bell rings.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is the winner of the match, VICTORIA LYONS!!!!
Victoria Lyons raises her arms, the sun glinting off her sweat and sand-streaked figure. The boos rain down, but she only sneers, standing tall over the mound where Candy now lies as the crew begins to start digging her out.
The broadcast cuts backstage. The walls of the arena tremble with bass-heavy music, so loud the camera shakes with every beat. Neon lights flicker from beneath a door, spilling streaks of blue and gold into the hallway. The cameraman pushes through the double doors and is instantly swallowed by heat, noise, and chaos.
The staff lounge has been transformed into something unrecognizable. Tables are stacked with liquor bottles, ice buckets, and glasses scattered everywhere. A fog machine hisses in the corner, filling the room with a haze that dances beneath flashing strobes. Dozens of staff members — production assistants, referees, stagehands — crowd shoulder to shoulder, drinks in hand, chanting and cheering. At the heart of it all, above the frenzy, stands one man.
The camera pans up to the bar top…
Ryan Keys is balanced on the bar, boots thudding against the wood in time with the music. He’s dressed in a fitted white tee that clings to his chest, dark jeans sitting snug around his frame, and his slicked-back hair glistens with sweat under the flashing lights. A whiskey bottle dangles from one hand, the other lifted high as he basks in the roar of the crowd. His grin is wide, his eyes sharp, every ounce of him alive in the moment.
Ryan Keys: (shouting over the music) TEN YEARS! Ten long years you thought I was gone — and yet here I am! SCW didn’t give me banners, didn’t give me statues, didn’t give me jack… but tonight, you give me this — the energy, the noise, the life of SCW! And I swear, I’m not going anywhere this time!
The staff erupts with cheers, glasses lifted high. Ryan crouches low, slamming shot glasses onto the bar one by one, filling them carelessly, liquor spilling over the edges. He thrusts them out to eager hands below, the crowd chanting his name in rhythm with the music: “RYAN! RYAN! RYAN!” With each stomp of his boots on the bar top, the chant grows louder. He rolls his shoulders, hips moving with the beat, every movement confident and commanding as if the bar were his stage. His presence fills the room — magnetic, untouchable, impossible to ignore.
He stops suddenly, crouching low at the edge of the bar. The lens zooms in, catching his sweat-slick jawline, the fire in his eyes as his grin curls into something more dangerous.
Ryan Keys: You all forgot me. You erased me. But hear me now — I didn’t come back for pity, I didn’t come back for nostalgia. I came back because this place owes me. And I won’t stop until every single person in this company knows my name again. SCW — the storm is here, and his name… is Ryan Keys.
Cut to commentary desk…
The shot shifts to the announce team. Belinda Simone looks stunned, leaning forward with her headset tilted as she stares at the monitor. Erik Lunam shakes his head, half in disbelief and half in awe, a grin spreading across his face.
Simone: That’s Ryan Keys! Ten years since we’ve seen him in an SCW ring, and he comes back like… like this?! He’s taken over the entire backstage lounge!
Lunam: (grinning) Belinda, this isn’t a return — this is a takeover. Look at him! Keys has the staff chanting his name like it’s a main event already. Ten years gone, and the man hasn’t lost a step in commanding the spotlight.
Simone: But what does it mean, Erik? He’s pouring drinks, dancing on the bar, making a scene — but is Ryan Keys back to compete, or just to party until security shuts him down?
Lunam: (leaning back, smirk widening) Knowing Ryan Keys… no one’s shutting him down. Not security, not management, not anybody. And if I were the SCW locker room, I’d be paying attention — because that storm he’s promising? It’s coming for someone.
Cut back to Ryan…
The camera zooms back in on Ryan, who raises his glass high, sweat dripping from his brow. The staff below him are still chanting his name, their fists pumping in rhythm with the beat. Ryan slams the glass against the bar, downs the drink in one smooth motion, and leans forward until his smirk fills the frame.
Ryan Keys: Remember this night, SCW. The night Ryan Keys came home… and took back everything he was owed.
The crowd erupts again — “RYAN! RYAN! RYAN!” — as the screen slowly fades to black, the echo of his name bleeding into the broadcast.
The scene opens backstage, where we see Miss Rocky Mountains with a warm welcoming smile as she stands next to the roulette wheel, as the camera pans out a little more, we see Bombshell Roulette champion Harper Mason and her challenger Alicia Lukas.
Ms. Rocky Mountains:: Hello all… it’s time for the spin of the roulette wheel to determine the stipulation for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. With me is the champion Harper Mason and her challenger – Alicia Lukas.
Ms. Rocky Mountains turns to face the roulette wheel and grabs the peg and pulls on it.
Ms. Rocky Mountains:: Good luck ladies.
The roulette wheel spins as Harper and Alica look up at the wheel as it zips past many of the stipulations.
Ambulance Match - Hardcore match – Buried Alive – TLC – Iron Match…
The roulette wheel soon begins to slow as all three wait until the clicker stops, which takes a couple more seconds and stops.
Ms. Rocky Mountains:: This match will be contested in a steel cage. Good luck ladies.
Harper and Alicia nod at the outcome of the wheel spin before leaving and going their separate ways, as the scene fades out on the roulette wheel.
Justin: This match is scheduled has been determined by the spin of the roulette wheel to be a cage match and is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Introducing first… the challenger… Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia… Alicia Lukas…!
"I still wear this crown" By Kittie hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie, where she moves to a corner and surveys the cage and waits for her opponent.
Justin: And her opponent…!
Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, she is the current Bombshell Roulette Champion- she is the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before climbing the steps into the ring, where she raises the Roulette Championship high before handing it off to the ref, who raises it up and shows Alicia before handing off to someone and then the second ref locks up the cage before the ref inside the cage indicates for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Lukas and Mason look around the ring and at the cage, where they take a moment before circling the ring and they then move in with Lukas a little more hesitant as Mason expects the lock up, but Lukas fires in a forearm shot on Mason, who stumbles back, which Lukas turns and then rushes towards the rope and climbs them and grabs the cage wall and reaches the top rope before Mason approaches and grabs her foot and yanks her off.
Simone: Interesting start from Lukas, as they both hesitate in looking to lock up, but Lukas strikes first with a forearm shot, which rocks Mason and Lukas takes an opportunity to rush towards the ropes and cage wall.
Lunam: Mason puts a stop to that very quickly.
Lukas lands on her feet and turns, as Mason shakes her head and glares at Lukas as she and Lukas then begin to exchange a few words, and in doing so, Lukas approaches Mason and she gives Mason a shove and Mason responds back with a hard shove of her own and Lukas goes for a wild swing, which is blocked and Mason fires in a forearm shot and Lukas tries to respond but again blocked and Mason fires in a slap to her face and Lukas takes a step backwards and holds her face and then glares at Mason and charges forward and goes for a wild swing, which Mason ducks and Lukas turns and right into European uppercut.
Lunam: They then exchange a few words, before we have a short shoving match between to the two before Lukas goes for a wild swing, but it’s blocked, and Mason responds with a forearm and Lukas tries to fight back but it’s blocked again and Mason delivers a slap.
Simone: Lukas isn’t impressed with it and she charges at Mason and goes for a wild swing and Mason ducks and then is met with a uppercut.
Lukas stumbles backwards into the ropes and Mason rushes forward and hits running dropkick and Lukas drops to a knee before Mason makes her way to her feet and then hits a boot to the side of Lukas’ head who drops to the side and Mason stomps on Lukas before backing up and then hits a baseball slide onto Lukas and forces her up against the cage wall.
Lunam: Mason with a dropkick, which drops Lukas and Mason moves to Lukas and delivers a boot before stomping on her and then hits a baseball slide into Lukas’ torso and into the cage wall.
Mason then grabs Lukas and drags her from cage wall and ropes and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Simone: Mason then goes for a pin… but Lukas kicks out.
Lukas kicks out, as Mason shakes her head before turning and moves to the ropes, where she then climbs onto the ropes and then places a foot onto the cage wall as she prepares to climb that, but she doesn’t see Lukas making her way back to her feet. Lukas rushes in and gives the cage wall a violent kick, which unsettles Mason’s drops down onto the mat, which Lukas then climbs to her feet and then grabs Mason and pulls her up before throwing her through the ropes and into the steel cage wall face first.
Lunam: Mason refocuses and opts to climb the cage, which she gets to far before Lukas gets back to her feet and she kicks the cage wall, which Mason doesn’t like and climbs down to the mat and Lukas moves to her and she grabs Mason and fires her into the cage wall.
Mason rolls away from the cage wall, but Lukas is quick to grab her again as she drags her up to her feet and once more drags Mason along and throws her through the ropes and into the steel wall again. Mason lies on the mat reeling from it, as Lukas then rushes in and return the favour of baseball slide into the ribs of Mason and forces her up against the cage wall. Mason holds her sides, as Lukas makes her way to her feet as Mason moves from the cage wall and tries to get to her hands and knees but Lukas rushes in once more and hits a low drop kick sends Mason hard into the steel cage wall once again.
Simone: Mason is rocked, as Lukas grabs her again and pulls her up and then throws her against the wall again. Lukas returns baseball slide as Mason tries to escape Lukas’ attacks, but Lukas follows, and she hits another dropkick and again sends Mason into the cage wall.
Mason reels from the this, as Lukas makes her way to her feet and stomps on Mason a few times before grabbing her and drags her up from the mat and proceeds to drive Mason’s face into the steel mesh wall and then grinds her face against it with Mason crying out in pain.
Lunam: Lukas stomps on Mason before pulling her up and then grinds Mason’s face into the cage wall. Mason is going to be lucky here not to be busted open.
Lukas keep hold of Mason’s hair and pulls her back from cage and then throws her backwards against the mat and proceeds to brag and trash talks Mason, Lukas stomps on her a few times before standing on her and then moves to a corner, where she proceeds to climb onto the ropes and then steps onto the cage wall, as Mason fights through the pain and makes her way to feet, where she rubs her head before moving to where Lukas is and she then climbs onto the ropes. She grabs one of Lukas’ feet and Lukas tries to kick her away, but Mason doesn’t release, and she pulls her down back to her level.
Simone: Lukas keeps hold from Mason’s hair and she throw her backwards before delivering some harsh words and brags before deliver some extra stomps before moving to the corner and climbs the ropes and then steps onto the cage wall.
Lunam: Mason is struggling here, but she has to fight through the pain to have any chance to defend this championship successfully.
Simone: Mason manages to climb the ropes and grabs Lukas and pulls and brings her down from the cage wall.
Both take a moment to steady themselves before begin throwing punches at each other before Mason fires in a forearm shot instead, which surprises Lukas and then grabs a handful of hair and drives Lukas’ face into the steel cage wall a few times before kicking her leg, which unsteadies Lukas and she drops down into a seated position on the top turnbuckle and Mason leaps up and catches Lukas and hits a headscissors take down.
Lunam: They begins to trade shots on the top turnbuckle, which is risky, but Mason fires in a forearm shot and then drives Lukas’ face into the steel cage a few times.
Simone: Mason braves it and kicks Lukas and then once Lukas is in a safe position, she hits a headscissors take down.
Mason rolls onto her knees and crawls to Lukas and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Lukas gets a shoulder up, as Mason shakes her head before grabbing Lukas and pulls her up, where she Irish whips Lukas into a corner and Mason goes to follow up with a splash but Lukas quickly moves from the corner and Mason hits the corner chest first and stumbles back where and Lukas rushes from the ropes and hits a slingblade.
Lunam: Mason goes for a pin, but Luksa get s a shoulder up. Mason gets back to her feet and grabs Lukas and pulls her up, where she Irish whips her into the corner before she looks for a splash but Lukas dodges and Lukas follows up with a slingblade.
Mason stays down holding her head, as Lukas get back to her feet as she shakes off the headscissors and she grabs Mason and pulls her up into a seated position, where she kicks her in the spine before turning and takes a few steps back before hitting a shining wizard and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Th…kickout!
Simone: Lukas shakes off the headscissors before she moves to Mason and gives her a kick in the spine and then hits a shining wizard before going for a pin.
Mason kicks out, Lukas holds her head in surprise as she briefly looks to the ref before climbing to her feet, where she grabs Mason by the hair and drags her to a corner before taking a few steps back and then rushes in and hits a hip attack. She then begins to stomp on her before placing a boot on her neck and chokes her as Acquin shakes his and shouts his displeasure towards Lukas.
Lunam: Mason kicks out, as Lukas proceeds to continue her attack on Mason, where she hits a hip attack before choking her.
Lukas throws up a middle finger towards Acquin before releasing the boot, as she then grabs Mason and drags her up, where she fires in some muay Thai kicks and knees to Mason’s torso, as Mason does her best to cover up but it’s hard and she soon drops a knee. Lukas takes a step backwards for a moment before moving back in, where she grabs Mason and pulls her up and then lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle. Once Mason is on the top rope, Lukas climbs onto the middle rope and grabs Mason and places her onto her shoulders.
Simone: Lukas continues to attack Mason with body shots. She then looks to go high risk as she pulls Mason onto her shoulders.
Lukas leaps off and she hits The Georgia Drop (The GTS) before going for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Lunam: The Georgia Drop and into a pin… where Lukas wins.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of this match via pinfall and NNNEEWWWW Bombshell Roulette Champion…. Alicia Lukas!
Lukas music hits over the p.a, as the case door swings open and the ref is handed over the title, who moves to Lukas and hands it over to her and she raises is high above her head, as Mason rolls away as Acquin moves to where she is and he consoles her.
Cue upbeat, overly dramatic music. A stage is lit in neon colors. Crystal Caldwell struts into frame, wearing sparkling ring gear and holding a suspicious little spray bottle.
Crystal Caldwell: (smiling big for the camera) Hi everyone! Crystal Caldwell here! SCW Bombshell, Hall of Fame great, and expert at making people cry… usually because I beat them in the ring. But hey, sometimes you need those tears outside the squared circle, too!
Cut to black-and-white footage: A sad actress on a couch reading a script. She tries to cry, but only looks constipated. Sad trombone sound effect.
Narrator: Are you struggling to show emotion? Missing that raw, heartfelt cry for your next role, interview, or Instagram live?
Color snaps back. Crystal holds up the spray like it’s championship gold.
Crystal Caldwell: Introducing… Cry-On-Demand Onion Spray! Just one spritz of this baby right in the eyes and BOOM! Instant waterworks! No acting lessons required!
Demo reel: Crystal sprays a little mist in the air, waves her hand through it, and instantly her eyes well up. Tears stream down her cheeks.
Crystal Caldwell: (sniffling dramatically) Oh my gosh… I just… I just want to thank my fans, my family, my dog, and… oh no, it’s happening again!
Cue laugh track. Audience claps.
Cutaway to testimonials: Random “actors” and “wrestlers” with very fake tears streaming down their faces.
Struggling Actor: Before Onion Spray, nobody believed my emotional monologues. Now, I can cry on cue… even during commercials!
Overexcited Rookie Wrestler:: Thanks to Cry-On-Demand, I can cut promos so sad, even my opponents apologize before the match!
Back to Crystal, holding two bottles like twin championship belts.
Crystal Caldwell: You’ll never need to chop onions again! Whether you’re filming a dramatic scene, winning your 7th title, or just trying to get out of parking tickets—Cry-On-Demand Onion Spray is your ultimate tag team partner!
Fast-talking disclaimer voice over crystal smiling with watery eyes:
“Warning: May cause mascara streaks, awkward interviews, and sudden fits of sobbing in public. Not responsible for ruined scripts or broken relationships. Keep out of reach of rival wrestlers.”Crystal Caldwell: (posing with a wink) Cry like a champ. Cry like a star. Cry like… Crystal Caldwell!
Final freeze frame of Crystal holding the bottle aloft while the words flash across screen in giant, glittering letters:
“Cry-On-Demand Onion Spray — Get Yours Today!”
Lunam: At this time we are going to see a chain match between wives and this match has been building for a while now.
Simone: It all started when Crystal intentionally went out of her way to dump Seleana out of the Battle Royal and now they will lock up with each other.
Lunam: Not only that but Seleana believes Mercedes Vargas is a bad influence on Crystal so tonight it all comes to a head.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a ball and chain match. In order to win a bombshell must touch four corners in succession without being interrupted. Introducing first from Halmstad Sweden she is “The Cat” Seleana Zdunich!
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5
4
3
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat’s roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat” blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on. Seleana looks dejected as she stands in the middle of the ring. Holly Wood locks one end of the chain around Seleana’s wrists as everybody waits for her opponent to come out.
The arena fades to black and as it does we are treated to an old school vintage black and white Hollywood movie countdown.
5
4
3
2
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As soon as it hits zero that’s the moment that two spotlights land on the curtain and we can see a red carpet being rolled to the ring and at the same time Mo Money Mo Problems by Notorious BIG begins to blast across the speakers.
A gathering of paparazzi stand in front of the curtains and they begin to snap photo after photo as they wait in anticipation for the star to come through the curtains. It isn’t that long until we see Crystal Caldwell along with her manager Mercredes Vargas walking through the curtain. Mercedes smirks as he points at Crystal who strikes a pose as flashes from the cameras go off one after the other. The fans begin to roar with boos and she smiles as Vargas begins to clap her hands for friend and they slowly walk their way to the ring. The crowd showers her with boos but money with Crystal’s face on the bills begin to fall from the sky. Crystal finally reaches the ring where she runs up the steps. She walks to the side of the apron before she throws a pose and jumps landing in a perfect split to enter into the ring. Vargas smirks as he claps for her friend as she screams at the audience.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Hollywood California, representing Mexico City, Mexico, being accompanied by Mercedes Vargas, she is the "THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN" Crystal Caldwell!
Crystal nods her head with a wicked grin as she bounces about and turns her nose up at the crowd.. She moves her arms about as Mercedes jumps onto the apron to exchange words with her friend. They wait for the match to begin.
Lunam: Look at Crystal just posing with Vargas.
Simone: And Seleana is already letting the tears flow. This isn’t right.
Holly Wood wraps the chain around Crystal’s wrist. She nods her head as the bell finally sounds signaling the start of the match. Seleana stands across the ring from Crystal as she begins to plead with her wife.
Seleana: You going to let Vargas ruin our marriage Ja?!
Crystal however looks out at Vargas before she walks up to Seleana and slaps her wife as hard as she can against the face.
Lunam: What a slap!
Simone: Despite Seleana pleading it looks like Crystal isn’t willing to listen.
DING DING DING!
Zdunich reaches for her face as Crystal grabs a hold of the chain and she uses it to whip Seleana as hard as she can against the back with it. Each strike has the Swedish woman screaming as she gets beat over and over again. Crystal grabs a hold of the chain and uses it to wrap around Seleana’s neck. She pulls as hard as she can the blonde pleads for her wife to let her go. After about six seconds she finally breaks free as she turns her attention to the corners. She thinks about touching the corner but instead keeps her eyes on her struggling wife. She begins to ascend to the top of the ropes as the crowd roars back with boos.
Lunam: Crystal is taunting at this point.
Simone: Seleana needs to stop looking at Crystal as a wife and start viewing her as a competitor.
Caldwell chuckles but Seleana finally gains some of her senses as she grabs a firm hold of the chain and pulls on it forcing Crystal to lose her balance and fall to the inside of the ring. Mercedes jumps onto the apron and begins to mouth words with Seleana in Spanish. Seleana angrily tries to clothesline her but Vargas is quick to jump off the apron and Crystal is already on her feet. As soon as Seleana turns around Crystal fires a super kick in her direction but Seleana is able to duck underneath it. Crystal turns around and Seleana quickly jumps up wrapping her legs around Crystal’s head and sending her downwards against the mat with a hurricarana. The crowd roars with cheers at Seleana fighting back as she rises back up to her feet. She looks down at Crystal and decides she really doesn’t want to hurt her wife as she turns her attention to the corners and begins to touch one which flashes a light to green.
Lunam: Seleana is trying to end this match quickly.
Simone: But will Vargas really let her?!
Zdunich rushes over to the second corner and is about to hit it but Caldwell is already back on her feet. She grabs her wife’s long blonde hair and yanks her to the ground. She takes the moment to quickly bounce off of the ropes and she sprints towards the ropes. She uses them as a launching pad as she bounces off of them and lands directly on her opponent with a moonsault. The crowd boos her but she looks down at Seleana and begins to drive boot after boot against her midsection. Vargas applauds in approval as Crystal walks over to grab the chain again. She lifts it up and drives it as hard as she can against Seleana’s body. She considers touching the corners but instead rather put more emphasis on hurting her wife.
Lunam: This is sickening.
Simone: I understand Seleana doesn’t really want to fight back but she is becoming a punching bag for her wife who doesn’t mind hurting her.
Crystal yanks Seleana back up to her feet and whips her towards the ropes. She cocks her fist back looking to knock Seleana’s head off but Zdunich charges back and spears her wife to the ground. The Miami crowd explodes with cheers as Zdunich mounts herself on top of Crystal and unleashes a flurry of lefts and rights on her head. The crowd cheers for all of it as Crystal throws Seleana off of her and tries to crawl away but Seleana grabs the chain and yanks Crystal back towards her and in the middle of the ring.
Lunam: Finally Seleana decides to fight back!
Simone: And this crowd loves every single minute of it!
Vargas begins to exchange words with Seleana from the outside of the ring as she holds onto her Internet Championship as tightly as she can. She locks her legs with Crystal and turns her over into her Shot of Z (Pin Up Strong Submission). Caldwell screams as she begins let the tears roll down her cheek and screams out verbal submissions but those rules don’t apply in this match as she holds the submission on as tightly as she possibly can. Seleana stares daggers into Vargas as she keeps the submission locked on.
Crystal: I am sorry! I am sorry! Let go, I give up!!!
Seleana: This is your fought Vargas! See what you did to my family!
Crystal begins to scream loudly as she frantically taps but Zdunich is locked in a trance of some sorts. She just keeps the submission locked on even tighter as Mercedes stands there mouthing things to Seleana in Spanish, finally after having Crystal locked up for a few moments she finally let’s go, and Seleana is in a trance as she breaks free and looks out at Mercedes outside of the ring. Seleana slowly begins to move about the ring as she touches a corner, she touches another one, and another one. She is about to touch the very last one but Mercedes points her finger at Seleana. What she doesn’t see is Crystal is rising to her feet. Seleana turns around and with all of her frustration she launches a very vicious right hand. The hand smashes right against the skull of her wife and it drops her to the mat. Crystal is unconscious and Seleana stands there dumbfounded as she looks at her right hand and can’t believe at what she just did. The tears rapidly stream down her face and she looks down at Crystal and sighs in disbelief.
Seleana: Estrellita,,, I sorry... I did not mean…
With that Seleana is slow but she regains her senses as she begins to walk around the ring. She touches one corner, she touches another corner, and she touches another one…. She stops as she looks back at her wife who doesn’t seem to be moving and as a way to finally just end the match she touches the final corner. The four corners all light up with green lights and as soon as Holly Wood sees this they call for a bell. It sounds loudly as the match has officially come to an end.
Lunam: She didn’t want to do it but Seleana pulls off a huge win tonight.
Simone: But at what cost?! I don’t think anything was solved between the Zdunichs tonight.
Justin: And the winner of the match Seleana Zdunich!
Holly Wood raises Seleana’s hand but she pulls it back as she goes to check on Crystal as Holly Wood un chains both women. She sighs as she can’t believe what she has done. What Seleana doesn’t see is Mercedes is already in the ring with the Internet Championship clutched in her hands. Seleana turns around and she is met with the belt to the face. Vargas begins stomping out the Swedish woman and Crystal finally comes to consciousness as she sees Mercedes driving the boots against her wife. Caldwell stands there not knowing what to think but instead she finally stands up and drives boots against Seleana beside Mercedes. The crowd boos the both of them.
Lunam: This is ridiculous, Crystal is a sore loser.
Simone: Maybe Mercedes is having a bad influence on Crystal.
Crystal lifts Seleana up and tucks her head underneath an arm, she smirks before dropping backwards and planting her into the mat with her That’s A Wrap DDT. They both go on their assault again but then something causes the crowd to cheer loudly as a red haired woman storms the ring. She makes a line straight for Mercedes but the Internet Champion quickly rolls out of the ring. The woman turns her attention over to Crystal and she spears her to the ground. She unleashes a brutal assault on her but security rushes to the ring and pulls the woman off. Vargas reaches inside and yanks Crystal out as they walk up the ramp.
Lunam: That’s Zenna Zdunich, Seleana’s sister. I know there were rumblings that she may appear in this company and may sign a deal but it looks like she came tonight to help her sister.
Simone: Judging by the security I am going to say a deal wasn’t signed. Fire and Fury or should I say Mercedes and Crystal aren’t going to like this and fines should be handed out!
Seleana begins to come to her senses as she looks over at her sister and we go elsewhere.
Justin Smith is seen pacing in the locker room area, his eyes burning with intensity as he turns toward the camera to address his upcoming match with Felix “The Cat” Hernandez.
Justin: Felix, you’ve been running your mouth for far too long, spinning the same tired story about how everything is my fault. Let’s get the facts straight—you were the one who bumped into me. But that’s just like you, isn’t it? Always pointing fingers, always dodging the truth. Well, I’m done letting you hide behind excuses. I’m going to end your career, not just for me, but so the entire world no longer has to suffer through another one of your matches that drag on like molasses. You call yourself “The Cat”? Please. You’ve got nine lives, and I’m about to burn through every single one of them in one night. The difference between you and me is simple—I bring fire, passion, and entertainment. You? You’ve got all the spark of a burnt-out lightbulb, and watching you wrestle is about as exciting as a tax seminar on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I make the crowd come alive; you put them to sleep faster than a bedtime story. So Felix, get ready. Because when we step in that ring, I’m not just beating you—I’m erasing you. And once I’m finished, nobody will ever mistake you for a main eventer again.
Justin lets out a sinister cackle, the sound echoing through the locker room as the scene fades to black.
Crystal Caldwell (Zdunich) and Mercedes Vargas both could be seen storming into the office of Christian Underwood. Crystal holds her face as she crosses her arms in disgust.
Crystal: I can’t believe that little red haired little B&*( would put her hands on me like that.
Mercedes: Exactly we are Fire & Fury and we deserve better.
Crystal: La odio. Quiero darle un puñetazo en la cara. ¡Qué tontería! ¿Qué vas a hacer con esta cristiana?
Christian rolls his eyes as he looks at the two hispanic women.
Christian: Care to say that in English?!
Mercedes: I believe my best friend here is upset that somebody who doesn’t even work here would put her hands on her.
Crystal: It got me so upset that I am speaking Spanish. That read head Zenna is my sponsor, my sister in-law. Unless she signed a deal here she had NO RIGHT going down to the ring and making a mockery of what was happening.
Christian: And you think it was fair for you and Mercedes to jump a helpless Seleana, don’t you have any concern for what happened to your wife?!
Mercedes adjusts her championship as she rolls her eyes.
Mercedes: I do believe that Seleana was trying to rub her victory in my friend’s face and I was being a great friend and wasn’t going to stand for that. Fine that woman.
Christian: I can’t fine someone who doesn’t even work here!
Crystal rolls her eyes.
Crystal: Make her sign a contract then because if she wants to get involved in our business we will make it a problem. We are top tier and at one point the two of us were tag team champions in a former company. Do whatever you have to do but we will be waiting for the both of them.
The two of them storm out as we go elsewhere.
The camera cuts backstage, where Ms. Rocky Mountains stands tall in front of the infamous SCW Roulette Wheel, its sections labeled with every wild stipulation imaginable … Sandstorm Showdown, Cooler of Doom, Surfboard Smash, Ocean’s Wrath… and more! Several hulking security guards flank the scene, forming a protective wall between three dangerous men itching to tear each other apart.
On her left stands the Roulette Champion, Vincent Lyons Jr. He’s smug, title draped arrogantly over his shoulder, chin tilted high. He smirks at his challengers like he already knows the outcome.
To her right, Logan Hunter paces like a caged animal, fists clenched, eyes locked on Vincent with burning hatred. The scar of their past confrontation is still fresh.
And next to him, Liam Davis, jaw set, arms folded, the scowl of an angry cop who has no patience for games. He keeps cracking his knuckles, staring at both men like he’s ready to make arrests with his fists.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here with the Roulette champion Vincent Lyons Jr., the former champion Logan Hunter, and the challenger Liam Davis. And in just moments, one of these men will walk out of Miami Beach as the SCW Roulette Champion! But first, we need to find out exactly what kind of chaos they’ll be stepping into tonight.
The crowd in the arena pops audibly as she gives the Roulette Wheel a dramatic spin. The camera zooms in as the wheel ticks across the stipulations … Volleyball Net No Escape… Pier Fight… Cooler of Doom… Ocean’s Wrath…
Finally, it slows… clicks… and lands squarely on…
TIKI TORCH DEATHMATCH!
The audience in the arena erupts in cheers!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, gentlemen, fate has spoken! It’s going to be the first-ever Tiki Torch Deathmatch for the SCW Roulette Championship! Good luck!
Security quickly ushers the three men in opposite directions, keeping them from tearing into each other before the bell. The camera lingers on the flaming logo of the Roulette wheel as the segment fades.
The camera returns to the ringside area along the beach with the unique setup for the following championship contest!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Tiki Torch Deathmatch for the Roulette Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Introducing first the challenger...!
"Hope Castrated" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke follows him out and has her back to the crowd while she does some sensual poses and her boyfriend glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the two 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, 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.
Simone: Logan Hunter! The former champion out to regain his championship he believes Guy stole from him and become a two-time champion!
Justin: And his opponent...!
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is the challenger! The Order Of Authority, Liam Davies!
Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent to come out.
Lunam: Liam Davis upstaged Logan Hunter by also accepting this open challenge and he could add salt to the wound and walk away with the championship!
Justin: And their opponent...!
The lights dim, as a lions roar is heard, Vincent Lyons Jr appears on the stage in a black jacket as "Wretched and Divine" by Black Veil Brides starts, Vincent appears on stage, he looks around and makes a slow walk to the ring, looking at the fans cautiously. Once ringside, he rolls climbs into the ring and goes straight to a corner, where he sits and waits quietly.
Justin: From Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! He is the reigning and defending Roulette Champion! Vincent! Lyons! Junior!
The crowd boos as Vincent simply sits there, staring down his two challengers who stare right back.
Simone: The last time we saw Vincent, he literally tried to drown Logan Hunter in the Summer XXXTreme X cruise pool!
Lunam: And now he's forsaken his own sister, Victoria, severing all family ties! Simone: The question is, will any of this affect the champion's mindset going into this match? Jasmine St. John holds the Roulette championship belt up high for all to see. Logan and Liam's eyes stare straight toward the gold while Vincent stares at them. Jasmine passes the belt out to the time keeper and she calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Lunam: And here we go! The first-ever Tiko Torch Deathmatch!
The bell rings and the Miami crowd roars, tiki torches flickering around the ring, casting long shadows on the sand! Flaming pits burn at each corner like hungry mouths! The three competitors waste no time circling one another like the hunter stalking prey, only this time all three are hunters!
Vincent Lyons Jr., the smug and demented Roulette Champion, sneers at both challengers. Logan Hunter, the man Vincent once tried to drown, stares daggers! And Liam Davis, the angry cop, cracks his knuckles!
And then all hell breaks loose!
Lunam: Oh HERE we go!
Vincent swings first, charging at Logan with wild closed fists! Logan fires back with stiff punches of his own until Liam barrels in with a running clothesline, taking both men down! The crowd pops as all three scramble, fists and kicks flying!
Simone: Chaos already in just the opening seconds of this match!
Lunam: Logan and Vincent reigniting their rivalry but Liam isn't going to be ignored!
Liam gains control first, hammering Vincent with mounted punches until Logan yanks him off and plants him with a quick belly-to-belly suplex, dumping him on the back of his head and causing him to roll out under the ropes and falling into the sand! Vincent staggers up and blasts Logan with a superkick that nearly folds him in half! Vincent grins, mocking the crowd! The champion ignores the former champion and goes right out after Liam Davis, but the moment he drops to the sand, Liam wraps his thick arms around him and swings him over with a belly to belly suplex in the sand!
Lunam: How much do you figure moves outside of the ring hurts?
Simone: I imagine the sand provides some form of cushion but it still has to hurt!
The nearby pit fire crackles!
Crowd: BURN! BURN! BURN!
Lunam: This crowd is blood thirsty, aren't they!?
Simone: Oh that's right, this IS your first time calling a SuperCard event!
Liam grabs a tiki torch from the post and swings like a baseball bat, narrowly missing Vincent’s head! Liam turns around and suddenly Logan dives through the ropes with a suicide dive, sending the torch AND Liam scattering! He scoops it up himself and cracks it across Liam’s ribs! The cop grunts and staggers back toward the ring apron! Vincent blindsides Logan, slamming him against Liam at ringside! Vincent tears the Tiki Torch from his grasp and and drives it into his midsection! The crowd gasps at the flames licking dangerously close to flesh!
Simone: Sooner or later, one of these men is going to get it into their heads to use the flames on those torches!
Lunam: Oh well sure, NOW that you've said it out loud!
Vincent laughs cruelly, holding the torch up in the air like a trophy -- only to eat a headbutt from Logan that splits both their foreheads open!
Lunam: Well Brooke Shields always tells everyone how hard headed Logan Hunter is and he just proved it!
Simone: And now both men are busted open!
Both Logan and Vincent are staggered by the sudden move, falling wayside and trying to regain their bearings! Liam sees the chaos, grabs another torch, and leaps off of the ring apron with a flying clothesline - using the tiki torch to BOTH men's throats! Both Logan and the champion Vincent are wiped out with Liam having the upper hand!
Simone: Liam Davis is all business now!
Liam rolls Logan into the ring and sends him hurdling into the ropes, catching him with a spinebuster! Liam folds him in half with a jackknife cover!
Lunam: First cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
Vincent dives in to break it up!
Simone: Vincent was NOT going to lose his title this easily!
The champ wastes no time, drags Liam by the hair, and slams him face-first into a burning pit wall! The crowd shrieks as the fire licks at his gear! Liam screams and breaks free, rolling back out of the ring and falling into the sand!
Lunam: First blood goes to Logan Hunter but first burn goes to Vincent Lyons Junior!
Vincent tries to shove Logan into the same pit, but Logan counters with a low blow that sends Vincent crumbling to his knees!
Lunam: Ohh! Bloody hell! NO man deserves that! Even someone like Vindent Lyons!
The boos rain down on the former champion but Logan doesn’t care! He hooks Vincent up and drops him with a brainbuster! Logan rolls over and makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Vincent gets the shoulder up!
Simone: Like him or not, Vincent Lyons is a survivor!
Irritated, Logan Hunter rolls out of the ring and proceeds to set up a table near one of the pits, sprinkling it with lighter fluid from ringside!
Simone: What on earth is he doing!?
Lunam: Even Brooke looks hesitant at whatever is going through Logan's mind!
The Miami crowd gasps as he proceeds to ignite it with a torch! Liam cuts him off, grabbing Hunter by the hair and he bashes him face-first into the fueled wood! Seizing the moment, Liam drags Logan up onto the ring apron and hooks him up into a front facelock!
Lunam: Oh he's not going to...!
Simone: He is certainly going to try!
And Liam Davis delivers a superplex from the apron through the flaming table! Fire roars as both men writhe in the sand and flaming embers!!!
Lunam: BLOODY HELL!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Simone: And the champion takes advantage!
Vincent opportunistically grabs Logan, rolls him into the ring, and covers him!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Logan just BARELY kicks out!
Vincent pounds the canvas, clearly frustrated!
Vincent now takes control, grabbing two torchefrom ringside at once as Liam struggles to get back inside of the ring! The champion sees him and cracks one across Liam’s back, the other across Logan’s skull! Vincent grabs the former champion Logan and throws him back to the outside. He adds insult to injury by cracking Liam with a Tiki torch one more time before following Hunter to the outside to further the punishment. He sets up another pit spot, dragging Logan dangerously close! He tries to gut-wrench Logan into the flames, but Logan counters mid-lift into a spiked DDT into the flames!
Lunam: OH MY GOD!
Simone: FACE FIRST INTO THE PIT!
Logan staggers up to his feet and turns around as Liam jumps off of the ring apron to deliver a double axehandle but Logan turns it into a Code Breaker on the outside! He turns around and somehow Vincent is up and he throws hot coals into Logan's face! Logan falls back, stumbling and grabbing his face and collapsing against the ringside apron! Vincent then turns and grabs Liam and rolls him inside of the ring!
Simone: It looks like the champion is ready to end this!
Vincent then climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, but halfway through Liam is on his feet and slaps on a Double Underhook DDT!
Lunam: He nailed it! It's over!
Liam with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-A desperate Logan grabs Jasmine's arm, preventing the three count at the last split second!
Simone: Oh my Lord, that was SO close!
Lunam: Wait, what's Brooke doing!?
Brooke slides something into the ring, and Logan sees it and grabs it! It's a pair of brass knuckles!
Simone: Jasmine can do nothing! It's anything goes!
Logan slips the brass knuckles on just as the pissed off cop rises to his feet! Liam turns around and Logan swings and DECKS Liam Davis, knocking him out cold! Brooke cheers and Logan looks down with a sick smile when suddenly Vincent grabs Hunter from behind and sends him flying through the ropes and to the outside! Vincent dives onto the KOed Liam and hooks the leg!
ONE!
Brooke sees what happens and screams a warning!
TWO!
Logan scrambles into the ring to break it up but ...
THREE!
Too late!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL Roulette Champion! Vincent! Lyons! JUNIOR!!!
The crowd boos as Vincent rises to his feet with arms raised while Logan lies there on hsi chest, ever so close to breaking it up! Logan glares up at Vincent who is handed his title belt and the champion raises it up high as the crowd voices its collective displeasure!
Simone: Vincent Lyons Junior is still your Roulette Champion!
Lunam: But good god, Logan came so close to becoming a two-time champion and Liam showed the world just how big a threat he is!
Vincent casts one last smirk toward Logan as the champion falls back through the ropes and lands on his feet, showing the belt off to Logan, taunting the former champion as he makes his exit!
The shot opens with the sound of crashing waves and the glow of neon lights reflecting off wet sand. The camera pans across South Beach at dusk, palm trees swaying in the breeze, the nightlife buzzing in the background. Standing center frame on the shoreline is Mercedes Vargas, the Bombshell Internet Championship draped proudly on her shoulder. She smirks at the camera, poised and confident, her arrogance radiating even against the scenic Miami backdrop. From the arena, a muffled crowd reaction filters in, leaning heavily toward boos.
Mercedes: A few weeks ago, our brand-new General Manager, Evelyn Hall, said something that stuck with me. She talked about champions earning their legacy, and challengers fighting like it’s their last shot. Well tonight, in Miami, with this title over my shoulder, legacy? That’s already mine.
Mercedes brushes the faceplate of her title with her fingertips, before casting her gaze out toward the crashing waves and then back to the lens with a quiet, amused smirk.
Mercedes: Funny thing is, I don’t just hold this Bombshell Internet Championship, I carry this entire division. And if challengers are supposed to fight like their careers depend on it, maybe someone should give Lilith Locke and Diamond Steele a wake-up call. Because from where I’m standing—on South Beach, under these lights, under this pressure—they’re nowhere to be found. Tell me why they've been sitting on their hands since their last matches way back in early August, while I've wrestled during the entire month?
Mercedes adjusts the championship on her shoulder, tilting her head with a mocking chuckle. The camera slowly zooms in, highlighting her expression.
Mercedes: Carrying yourself like a challenger takes more than showing up when the spotlight’s on. It’s about showing up all the time. Win or lose, I don’t take nights off. I don’t sit around waiting for opportunity to knock—I kick the damn door down until opportunity can’t ignore me.
Her smirk fades into a cold glare as she straightens her posture, tone sharpening with each word.
Mercedes: And that’s the difference between me and the rest of this division. Lilith Locke, Diamond Steele—you two want this? Prove it. Because from where I’m standing, you don’t look hungry, you don’t look motivated, and you sure as hell don’t look ready to take this championship from me, especially here, when it matters most.
The crowd reacts with scattered cheers from her loyalists but a strong wave of boos. Mercedes smiles smugly, clearly feeding off the reaction. She points at the championship briefly.
Mercedes: Every week, I raise the bar higher. Every defense, every match, I add to my legacy. And while you’re both busy disappearing, I’ve been reminding the world why Mercedes Vargas doesn’t just claim to be the best… she proves it.
The camera edges closer, capturing her eyes and the shine of the title. Her voice lowers, direct and focused.
Mercedes: So if either of you think this is going to be easy, think again. This championship doesn’t belong to tourists, it doesn’t belong to part-timers, and it definitely doesn’t belong to anyone who’s not ready to fight like their entire career depends on it. This title stays with me until someone can step up and outwork me. Spoiler alert? That’s not happening anytime soon.
Mercedes steps closer to the camera now, glaring straight down the lens. The crowd noise from the arena swells louder as she lowers her tone, serious.
Mercedes: Diamond, you don’t even belong in this match. And Lilith, I didn’t just beat you once—I beat you twice. You think tonight is going to be different? Think again. Tonight means more. Because tonight, not only do I tie the record for most career pay-per-view wins—but this will be my hundredth victory in Sin City Wrestling. One hundred. And on this night — just like any other night — neither of you are anywhere close to historic enough to steal that from me.
She chuckles under her breath and tilts the title forward so the lights catch the faceplate, flaunting it toward the lens.
Mercedes: Triple threat. Falls Count Anywhere. Title on the line. You want chaos? Good. Because I’ll drag you both through hell barefoot on this sand, in the crowd, even in the surf if I have to—and when the tide rolls back on Miami, the only thing left standing will be me, and this championship.
Mercedes slaps the championship plate hard for emphasis, the sound echoing off-camera. The boos rain down, mixed in with a few "MERCEDES!" chants.
Mercedes: The question isn't who's going to let me; it's who's going to stop me.
Mercedes raises the Bombshell Internet Championship high over her head as the camera slowly pans upward, framing her with the belt glistening under the lights. The shot fades to black as the live crowd’s jeers thunder, segueing into the next match.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Diamond Steele. She has a disappointed expression on her face as she storms her way to the office of Evelyn Hall. She isn’t alone as her sister Sapphire Steele is with her.
Diamond: Evelyn did you see what happened tonight?!
Sapphire paces around as she shakes her head in disgust.
Sapphire: Today was a tragedy, and I am here to officially file a COMPLAINT. My sister was cheated, and as good as Vargas might think she is I think it’s only fair that my sister gets a shot at Mercedes, an ONE ON ONE SHOT. No outside parties, nobody else to meddle in the affairs. I know when push comes to shove my sister is a much better wrestler than that old hag that seems to be shouting her continuous nonsense in this company!
Evelyn: If you want to file a complaint take a number but as far as tonight is concerned you were beaten. Granted you may not have been the one who was pinned tonight but you were beaten.
Diamond: Exactly! I wasn’t pinned. Vargas didn’t solve anything when it comes to me. Sure she can beat Lilith again but with me that’s not the case. I just know when push comes to shove that I can beat Mercedes and I will not only beat her but I would embarrass her. If she has something to prove because I know I do why we don’t fight when everything is on the line.
Evelyn: And what do you suggest Kate, or should I say Diamond. Seeing as you are the supposed jewel of my bombshells division.
Sapphire waves her finger.
Sapphire: Correction she is the MOST beautiful bombshell on the entire roster. The most lavish Gem Stone, the princess of pop music.
Diamond: Well we are on the road to the biggest show of the year which is High Stakes. I don’t ask for much but I want Mercedes there, when the entire world is watching.
Sapphire grins as she keeps her eyes locked on Evelyn.
Justin: The following match is a falls count anywhere match and it is for the SCW Bombshells Internet Championship!
U2’s “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” hits, signaling the entrance of the current Internet Champion, Mercedes Vargas. The song plays and everyone waits for Mercedes to enter, but nobody comes out. After a few moments, and with Justin looking confused, the song plays again, and again nobody comes out. Justin looks around and goes to raise the microphone to his lips, but then suddenly there is a commotion as cameras go backstage.
Lunam: It seems like something is going on backstage. We have a match that we need to get to—what the hell is going on?
Simone: I don’t know but… oh, I see.
Lunam: Wait… is that…
We end up out the back in a hallway. We see Mercedes Vargas and Diamond Steele going at it, the two of them with a handful of hair each as they start to throw right hands at each other. Diamond grabs hold of Mercedes and pulls her down face-first into one of the tables keeping extra microphones near the gorilla position. Diamond then pulls Mercedes back up and hits a few more right hands before the two fight their way further down the hallway into the backstage area. Diamond goes to throw Mercedes into a wall, but Mercedes reverses the momentum and throws Diamond into the wall instead. The two of them keep fighting and don’t notice that Lilith has climbed to the top of some nearby scaffolding.
Lilith measures Mercedes and Diamond up before throwing herself off the scaffolding down onto the two other women. Lilith pops to her feet and grabs hold of Diamond before throwing her through a door into a locker room, then pulling the door closed and pushing a chair underneath the doorknob, stopping her from being able to get out. She laughs and then turns to Mercedes, who is still recovering. She reaches down and grabs a nearby spare ring rope and wraps it around Mercedes’ neck before pulling her up, spinning her around, and throwing her across a table. Lilith looks over as the referee finally gets backstage and calls for the bell to officially start this falls count anywhere match.
DING DING DING!!!
Simone: Well… I suppose the match has officially begun. But it started the moment that Diamond and Mercedes started fighting backstage.
Lunam: Falls count anywhere means falls count anywhere. And these ladies have definitely taken that literally. Diamond had the right idea going after Mercedes before the match officially started—she could have gotten the drop on the champion and stopped Lilith from being a factor in the match. But instead, Diamond is now locked in a locker room, and Lilith has Mercedes on her back foot.
Lilith grabs hold of another steel chair and hits Mercedes in the back with it. Mercedes stumbles forward and arches her back in pain, leaning against a wall. Lilith swings the chair right at Mercedes’ face, but Vargas is able to duck and the chair smashes against the wall, sending a loud crash through the backstage area. Lilith drops the chair and shakes out her hands, clearly in pain. Mercedes takes this opportunity to kick Lilith in the stomach before hooking her up, picking Lilith up into the air, and hitting a suplex through a couple of tables set up backstage. Cables and equipment land on top of Lilith as Mercedes rolls over and throws her arm across Lilith’s shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond kicks Mercedes in the back to break up the pin. She then drags Mercedes away from Lilith, grabbing hold of the champion and driving her back through a door. The door breaks and smashes off its hinges, sending the crowd into raptures. Diamond turns around and comes face-to-face with Lilith, who is still out of it after crashing through the tables. Diamond goes on the attack, ducking down and picking Lilith up on her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Diamond then walks over to a couple of equipment cases, throwing Lilith down onto them with a loud thud. Lilith moans in pain as Diamond grabs hold of her and rains down a few hard right hands onto her fellow challenger. Diamond gets up onto the equipment case, grabbing hold of Lilith’s legs and pulling her back in a Boston Crab, keeping her on the equipment case and wrenching in the hold.
Diamond smiles and looks down at Lilith, who is in a tremendous amount of pain. However, Diamond does not see Mercedes jump onto the taller equipment case behind her and leap off, grabbing Diamond by the hair and hitting a bulldog off the equipment case onto the concrete below. Diamond hits the concrete with a loud smack and Lilith holds her lower back as she rolls off the case. Mercedes rolls Diamond over and hooks her leg as the referee goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Lilith breaks it up.
Simone: That could have been it. Did you hear how Diamond hit the concrete? Mercedes Vargas is on another level since she won that championship. It’s a renaissance for her career.
Lunam: Mercedes Vargas is a legend in this business. And there are certain things that just never go away—one of them is the will to compete and the will to win. That is something Mercedes has had since day one.
Lilith and Mercedes start throwing right hands at each other as Diamond seems to lay there motionless on the concrete. Lilith ducks a right hand from Mercedes and jumps up, hitting a dropkick to Mercedes’ back and sending her through some large double doors out onto the concourse. Fans near the area start to surround them and cheer as Lilith grabs hold of Mercedes and runs her straight into a concession stand. Popcorn, soda, and hot dogs fly everywhere as Mercedes crashes to the ground. Lilith grabs hold of a soda and downs it as she leans against the wall, taking deep breaths. Mercedes starts to get to her feet and Lilith stays on the attack. But Mercedes pushes Lilith backwards over the cart, and as Lilith lands on the ground, Mercedes grabs a handful of hot dogs and tosses them right into Lilith’s face, one of the wieners hitting her in the eye and causing her to cover her face.
Mercedes then jumps off a bench, grabbing hold of Lilith and hitting a blockbuster on the concrete as both women hit with a thud. Mercedes crawls over and pushes Lilith onto her back, hooking her outside leg, but before the referee can get down and go for a count, a boot comes down onto the back of Mercedes Vargas’ head as Diamond Steele breaks it up. Lilith looks out of it as Mercedes looks up and the two women keep fighting. Diamond pulls Mercedes toward the large glass doors of the arena and throws Vargas out onto the street. Passersby stare as the two women throw right hands while the camera crew follows them.
Simone: Oh Lord, this is dangerous. We are out on the street. I repeat—we are out on the street. The people of Miami are getting a free show.
Lunam: But Mercedes and Diamond both need to watch out. There are a lot of Florida men out there.
Diamond measures Mercedes up and grabs hold of her arm, going to pull Vargas down for her Fujiwara armbar she calls the Shipwrecked. Mercedes, though, rolls over her shoulder and gets to her feet, hooking Diamond by the arm and picking her up for the Black Rose Overdrive. She looks at a white Lamborghini that seems to be a direct replica of the one from Miami Vice. Mercedes then throws Diamond up and over, hitting the move onto the hood of the car. The car alarm goes off and Mercedes pulls Diamond’s lifeless body to the pavement and covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!- NO Lilith bursts out of the doors and breaks up the pin. She seems to be dizzy but she grabs hold of Mercedes and looks at the window of the driver side door of the Lamborghini. She goes to run Mercedes into the window, Mercedes reverses it picks up Lilith onto her shoulders and does the same thing hitting the black rose overdrive on Lilith on top of the car. The top of the car crumples and Lilla Falls from the car to the sidewalk. Mercedes covers Lilith
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL Bombshell Internet Champion! Mercedes … VARGAS!!!
The crowd boos the end result as Mercedes stands tall with her arms raised and the championship belt returned to her possession!
The camera person assigned to the match between Felix Hernandez and Justin Smith is walking along with Hernandez as Felix makes his way to the staging area to be ready for his match against Justin Smith. As Felix walks to get to the staging area for his match he comments on the match about to take place.
Felix: Ahhhh!!! The smell of victory for me is in the air. I only hope that when our match starts that Justin Smith is downwind from me so that the wind does not blow his stench in my direction.
Felix lets out a laugh.
Felix: I have not yet decided which of the weapons we have available to us in our match to use against Justin Smith to begin our match. Not knowing where all the weapons will be located I may just pick up whatever weapon is near to me and start beating Justin with it. No use wasting valuable time trying to find a specific item to use as a weapon as it is better to grab the item that is close to you and use that weapons until the weapons breaks, or you tire of the amusement factor of that weapon, then go grab another weapon.
Felix again laughs loudly.
Felix: Oh, Justin, I feel sorry for you that you have to take a beating, and a defeat, from me in our match. But we have been assigned to this match and I am going to have fun with it. See you in our match in a few minutes.
When Felix arrives at the area where his Hardcore Rules match against Justin Smith will be held he stops and waits for their match to start.
The Miami Beach crowd is electric, the six-sided ring set up right on the sand, waves crashing in the distance.
Justin: The following contest is the Loser Leaves Sin City Wrestling Hardcore match!
The crowd cheers with anticipation in what is to come!
Justin: Introducing first...
The Felix The Cat theme song hits the speakers as Felix Hernandez, who has the nickname THE CAT, steps out from the backstage area. He stops at the middle of the landing while the Felix The Cat theme song plays. When the song ends Felix Hernandez starts to walk down the ramp to the ring. When he arrives at ringside he walks up the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. After playing up the crowd for a short time Felix walks to a corner and waves to the fans. Felix then leans back into the corner to await the arrival of his opponent..
Justin: Currently in the ring! From Athens, Georgia! Felix "the Cat" Hernandez!
The crowd boos as Felix taunts and jaws at all of his detractors of which there are many!
Lunam: I still can't believe what we are about to see! Felix "the Cat" and Justin Smith, fighting to LITERALLY end one of their careers!
Simone: I find it difficult to believe myself. This is a first for Sin City Wrestling but with the way these two have been tearing each other apart over the last six weeks, it couldn't end in any other way.
Justin: And his opponent!
The opening riffs of Madness by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin “Tarrytown Tormenter” Smith comes out to the stage, looking smug. He stands there as the crowd gives him boos. The New York Smasher walks from one side of the stage to the other with a swag in his step. He looks around the crowd, and starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head with his nose in the air to look at the crowd, their faces showing that they do not like the way he is looking down upon them.
The Tarrytown Tormenter lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. He climbs up onto the apron and begins to step through the ropes...
Justin: From Tarrytown, New York! Weighing two hundred and fifty pounds! -- The Tarrytown Tor-
The ring announcer barely gets the first syllable of Justin Smith’s name out when chaos erupts! Felix “the Cat” Hernandez doesn’t wait for introductions! He launches himself across the ring, wielding his black steel “magic briefcase” like a guillotine and smashes across Justin’s jaw as he ducks through the ropes, collapsing him to the mat before his music can fade!
Lunam: And here we go!!!
Simone: Felix is not waiting!
DING DING DING!
Felix straddles his rival, raining down fists, the crowd booing and cheering in equal parts! He’s grinning like a wild animal, teeth flashing as he yanks Justin up by the hair and hurls him chest-first into the turnbuckles! Felix doesn’t waste time. He grabs the briefcase again and swings it with both hands! The steel corners crack against Justin’s ribs!
Simone: Felix “the Cat” is not giving Justin any breathing room!
Lunam: Smart, considering these type of fights are Justin Smith’s specialty!
Justin crumples, groaning, clutching his side, but the veteran’s eyes burn! Felix takes a moment to mock the crowd, tapping the briefcase against his temple!
Simone: Don’t turn your back on Justin Smith!
Lunam: Too late!
Justin explodes from the corner, leveling Felix with a clothesline that turns him inside out! The veteran roars, dragging himself upright and stomping on Felix’s head until he rolls outside of the ring and to the sandy ringside area! Justin follows, pulling a steel chair out from under the apron and hurling it down onto Felix’s head and back!
Lunam: Oh NOW Felix has gone and done it!
The match spills into the sand as advertised! The referee Dawn Barnes scrambles after them, trying to maintain order in a situation with no order to be had! Justin smashes the chair against Felix’s back again, the crack echoing across the beach! Felix claws at the sand, digging for an escape route! He grabs a handful of grit and flings it into Justin’s eyes! Justin staggers, blinded, swinging wildly!
Simone: Love him or hate him but Felix Hernandez is called crafty for a reason!
Felix seizes his moment! He grabs the briefcase again and slams it into Justin’s temple, knocking him back and into a tailspin on his feet! Then, with a grunt, Felix hoists the briefcase overhead and spikes it down onto Justin’s skull! Smith collapses onto the sand, face-first, the briefcase dented from impact! But Felix isn’t done! He drags Justin by the hair toward a row of beach chairs filled with screaming fans. He shoves them aside, snatching one of their folding chairs, and cracks it over Justin’s back! Smith arches up in pain, sand sticking to the sweat and blood already streaking his skin!
Lunam: Well we knew that there would be blood tonight, especially with these two!
Justin pushes himself to his knees. Felix winds up for another swing, but Justin spears him straight into the surf! Water splashes everywhere as they roll through the shallow tide, fists flying! The referee keeps shouting from the dry sand, refusing to wade in!
Lunam: Oh go on in Dawn, the water’s fine!
Simone: But it’s not safe!
Lunam: What is this, Jaws?
They crawl back out of the surf, soaked, sand clinging to their skin. Justin drags Felix by the arm and hurls him shoulder-first into the steel ring post! The sound of metal meeting bone echoes! Felix collapses, clutching his arm! Justin stalks under the ring, emerging with a kendo stick!
Lunam: This just keeps getting better!
Simone: Not for Felix ‘the Cat” it doesn’t!
Justin twirls it in his hands, eyes narrowing, then cracks it down across Felix’s spine! Once! Twice! THREE TIMES! The stick splinters into shards! Felix writhes, cursing, reaching desperately for his briefcase!
Justin isn’t having it! He boots the case away and pulls out a ladder, setting it up on the sand! The crowd surges forward as Justin drags Felix up, bouncing his head against the steel rungs before laying him across a table dragged from the ring apron! Justin climbs halfway up the ladder, soaked, battered, but still climbing! He leaps and delivers an elbow drop through the table! Wood explodes everywhere!
Simone: High risk from the hardcore veteran!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Both men writhe in the wreckage, Justin clutching his ribs, Felix spasming beneath the debris! Dawn Barnes checks both but neither man wants to quit!
Justin crawls free first, dragging himself to his feet with a sledgehammer in hand that he has pulled from beneath the ring! He raises it to cheers and boos, stalking Felix. Felix, groggy, stumbles toward his briefcase. The crowd senses it! Justin swings! Felix raises the briefcase! Steel meets steel!
Simone: Justin Smith could have KILLED Felix with a blow like that!
The vibration knocks the hammer loose from Justin’s hands! Felix smashes the briefcase into Justin’s ribs, then cracks him across the back of the skull! Justin collapses, face-first in the sand!
Lunam: NOW what is “the Cat” doing!?
Felix kneels, gasping, clutching his arm. He flips the briefcase open. Inside are chains. He drags one out, wraps it around his fist, and begins pummeling Justin’s head! Blood spatters the sand! The Miami crowd erupts in a roar of shock and disgust but also excitement at the carnage! Felix isn’t satisfied! He wraps the chain around Justin’s neck and hauls back, choking him out!
Simone: And Dawn can’t do anything! She can just watch!
Justin’s eyes bulge as he claws at the steel links! He stumbles, dragging Felix with him, until he slams backward into the steel guardrail! The impact loosens Felix’s grip! Justin spins, snatching the chain and whips Felix across the head with it! Then the sternum!
Lunam: How the bloody hell is Justin standing after that chain assault!?
Justin whips him again and then drags Felix toward another table set up ringside! With a grunt, Justin hoists Felix for a suplex. Felix flails, kicking his legs, and manages to shift his weight enough to counter into a DDT onto the sand! Both men are wrecked!
Dawn is checking for signs of life! Felix crawls, inch by inch, for his briefcase! He drags it open again, this time producing a bag. He spills it across the sand, and the crowd screams as thumbtacks glitter under the moonlight!
Simone: Are you KIDDING me!?
Felix tries to lift Justin! Justin resists, elbows firing into Felix’s gut! He snatches Felix and tries for a suplex of his own! Felix blocks it by gouging Justin’s eyes! He tries again, but Justin counters with a spinebuster into the tacks!
Lunam: Good GOD!
The sound Felix makes is inhuman! He thrashes, dozens of tacks buried into his flesh, his back glistening like a pincushion! The crowd gasps, horrified, as Felix rolls onto his stomach, blood streaking across the sand!
Justin then pulls a fire extinguisher from beneath the ring, levels it at Felix, and blasts him point-blank! White foam coats the already bloody Hernandez, who coughs and sputters, blinded! Justin discards the extinguisher and wipes blood from his brow! Felix, however, refuses to die. He claws for the briefcase again, staggering to his knees. One last swing left in the Cat! He rears back and swings – but Justin catches it! He rips the briefcase away, throws it into the surf, then boots Felix in the gut! He drags him upright, signals to the crowd, and delivers a POWERBOMB into the thumbtacks!
The crowd erupts in horror and awe, many turning away. Felix isn’t moving, tacks buried in every inch of exposed skin! Justin with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The match is over!
Justin: Here is your winner! JUSTIN SMITH!!!
Justin Smith staggers upright, raising his arms, face a crimson mask, sweat and foam dripping from his body. The referee kneels over Felix “the Cat” Hernandez, calling urgently for medical personnel! Paramedics rush to the beach, rolling a stretcher across the sand. Felix doesn’t stir. His career ends in the very pile of thumbtacks that sealed his fate!
Simone: The career of Felix “the Cat” Hernandez has come to an end at the hands of Justin Smith!
Lunam: But who knew it would go THIS far?
The Miami crowd boos for Justin and cheers for the spectacle!Justin spits into the sand, lifts a steel chair high above his head, and leaves the beach as his rival is carried away, broken and bloodied, the night forever marking the end of Felix “the Cat” Hernandez!
Crowd: THANK YOU FELIX! THANK YOU FELIX!...
LIVE! 11/09/2025! From the Tucson Convention Center in Tucson, Arizona!
It’s the Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling!
It’s…
Tickets now on sale!
Lunam: This should prove to be an exciting, and brutal, Street Fight match between Frankie Holliday and the current World Bombshell Champion Kayla Richards. If we were able to place bets on the winner my bet would be placed on Frankie Holliday.
Simone: I expected you to say something like that leading into the match. Kayla has held the World Bombshell Championship a bit over five months and I know Kayla has no intention of handing the World Bombshell Championship over to Frankie Holliday.
Lunam: Well, Belinda, the way I see it is that she may not have much say in the outcome of this match. The area assigned to where the Street Fight match will take place is in place. The two wrestlers can use anything in that area as a weapon. They are not to go outside the boundaries of the location for this match to ensure fans don’t get injured during the match. The fact that this is a Street Fight match that can pretty much end up with the fighting moving around to the different settings available within the confines of this street fight match. I still side with Frankie Holliday.
Simone: We shall find out shortly. It should prove to be an interesting and brutal match.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen we have arrived at the World Bombshell Championship match where Kayla Richards puts the World Bombshell Championship on the line against Frankie Holliday. This match is not a boring match and that is a fact. This match is a STREET FIGHT match and there are numerous items around the arena. And to add to the match you will notice that since this is a STREET FIGHT match a wrestling ring is not provided as the fighting will take place everywhere in, and around, the arena. The winner will be the wrestler who can obtain a pinfall, or a submission, or a knock out, of if one of the wrestlers is no longer capable of wrestling. Whether it be Kayla of Frankie who wins this match they will have earned the right to be the reigning World Bombshell Champion.
Lunam: Well for sure this is going to be an interesting match.
Simone: For once I cannot contradict you.
Justin: First to make her way to the area for this match, she is from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, she enters this match a five feet seven inches in height and one hundred forty nine pounds, please give a great Miami, Florida, welcome for THE SNAKE. . .FRANKIE HOLLIDAY!!!
The opening piano strokes of “SKELETONS” by WEDNESDAY 13 signals the arrival of Frankie Holiday. As the guitar riffs ramp up Frankie Holliday comes out from behind the partition with a confident strut. Holliday flashes a sinister and evil grin at the fans. Although over half the fans are booing her Frankie does not acknowledge their reactions. Frankie, continuing to ignore the fans who are booing, she steps to the area where the wrestlers will start this match from.
Simone: A nice and snitty entrance if you ask me. Frankie Holliday can present all the attitude she wants but when Kayla gets done destroying her she will have choice but to bow at the feet of Kayla Richards and acknowledge her as the World Bombshell Champion.
Lunam: Belinda you must have been listening to Aerosmith because they have a song that goes DREAM ON. . .DREAM ON. . .DREAM ON… So just keep dreaming Belinda and your dreams are going to be blasted to bits when Frankie de-throned Kayla.
Justin: Next to make her way to the area for this match, she is from Norwich, East Anglia, England, she comes into this match at five feet seven inches and one hundred twenty-eight pounds, please give a great Miami, Florida, welcome for the World Bombshell Champion! THE DREAMKILLER. . .KAYLA RICHARDS!!!
The words I WILL KILL YOUR DREAMS, uttered by Kayla Richards, hits the speakers. Then we hear the opening guitar riff of BAD OMENS, LIKE A VILLIAN, hits the speakers. The lights flash from being on and bright to dark and switching between a dark purple and red. Kayla Richards steps out into the area designated for this match. She is wearing her regular wrestling gear, with a black leather jacket over it, with her long hair flowing down, as she makes her day to the area where the wrestling match will take place. When she arrives at the designated are Kayla drops to her knees and she puts both her hands into the air, one crossed over the other to make a K with her fingers, before they turn into a double bird and move down to present a finger-gun post pointed at the crowd.
Lunam: *yawn* I was bored by the entrance and theatrics of Kayla Richards.
Simone: But you are going to be amazed and shocked at the brilliant performance Frankie Holliday will give in this match.
Lunam: I forgot to mention that there is a little twist, if you want to use that term, on this Street Fight match. Instead of having the entire area that is in play with items just tossed all over the place, it was decided to make the various areas where the wrestlers will fight it out carrying different items so that as the wrestlers transition from one area to the next they will encounter different items to use as weapons.
Simone: That does make it different than other Street Fight matches that I have seen. It will be interesting to see how this one goes.
Kayla Richards and Frankie Holliday move to the area where their Street Fight match will take place and they are told by Referee Drew Patton to wait in that location until he has the Timekeeper ring the bell to officially start this match. Both take in the scene in front of them. They see various items such as baseball bats, bags of cement, a variety of spray cans that we do not know what is inside of them, and a car battery with cables attached to it. We also see a blow torch, folding metal chairs, a garden hoses, Kendo sticks, ladders, metal trash cans, sand everywhere, various signs, various sizes of tables, thumb tacks and. . .what is that in the shot from the camera. . .a bottle of Everclear which is one of the most flammable alcohol products out there.
Lunam: What in the world is going on here Belinda?
Simone: A Street Fight match in the sport of wrestling Erik. Did you forget this is a Street Fight match for the World Bombshell Championship? That means everything in the area where the Street Fight match will take place has items in them the two wrestlers can use as weapons on each other.
Lunam: Wow!
As Kayla and Frankie stand there they are greeted by Referee Drew Patton. He tells both wrestlers that this match must be contained in the area that is designated to ensure that the two of them do not end up in the areas where the fans are located as Sin City Wrestling does not need any lawsuits if the fans were to get injured by the wrestlers. Frankie and Kayla inform Referee Patton they understand where they can and cannot got. Referee Patton does not check the two wrestlers for weapons or foreign objects since this is a street fight match and anything goes. Patton then motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell and the Timekeeper does so.
DING DING DING!
This match is officially underway and Frankie Holliday takes off and runs to an area that has numerous containers with items such as nails, screws, and various other things you might find around a place where construction is taking place. Kayla quickly follows Frankie and when she confronts Holiday we watch as Frankie pulls out a hand full of nails and screws and spreads them on top of the folding wooden table that is in front of her. When Kayla gets within reach of Frankie we watch as Frankie and Kayla trade punches and after a period of time it appears Holliday may have a slight advantage. Frankie then grabs Kayla by the hair and slams her face-first onto the table and into the nails and screws. This causes Kayla to roll off of the table to the ground. When Richards starts to get up we see several cuts that are bleeding from the damage inflicted upon her by the nails and screws but the cuts that are bleeding do not appear to be deep into her skin so it does not appear that that Kayla is out of action. If anything that attack by Frankie on Kayla did more to tick Richards off than to wear her down. The look on the face of Kayla shows she is extremely mad as she pulls the nails and screws out of her skin and that she is ready for some serious hardcore revenge stuff now.
Lunam: That was a very quick attack early I this match by Frankie Holliday and I give her credit for thinking quickly rather than waiting for Kayla to initiate something. Fortunately for Kayla Richards she did not suffer deep cuts from the screws and nails. However I feel a quick first attack on your opponent in a match like this sets the tone for the rest of the match.
Simone: Well, Erik, when you take into account the fact that Kayla obtained the World Bombshell Championship a bit over five months ago proves she was worthy to become the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion and that she is going to successfully retain her title as World Bombshell Champion when she defeats Frankie.
Kayla charges at Frankie but Holliday takes off in a run around the items in play for this Street Fight match. Kayla is close behind Frankie but Holliday manages to stay far enough in front of Richards for now. The two wrestlers turn a corner and they are in an area that looks like you are in the Garden Center of a Wal-Mart store with all the normally found items in there such as plants, planting pots, rakes, shovels, and various other items. Frankie stops at an area that has gardening tools including miscellaneous items such as potting soil. Kayla picks up a shovel while Frankie picks up a garden hose. The two are in a stand-off waiting to see what the other will attempt to do before they take action for themselves.
Lunam: It looks like we are going to have a gardening party.
Simone: Nice try at amusement Erik but these two are out for total destruction of each other.
Kayla and Frankie both look around to try to find an item of two they can use as a viable weapon against the other. Frankie Holliday picks up a garden hose which appears to be about ten feet in length. Kayla, on the other hand, has opted to pick up a metal garden rake. The two cautiously approach each other and by the looks of the length of the weapons each had in their hand it would appear that Frankie has the advantage by having the hose as a weapon as she would be likely to inflict pain on Kayla from the distance of the hose while Kayla would have to move in closer to Frankie in order to get some blows on her with the metal garden rake. Frankie is whipping the garden hose around and trying to whack Kayla with it as she knows if she can land several blows with the end of the garden hose, with both ends of the garden hose having a metal connection on attached to it, that she would be able to disable Kayla. However Kayla is able to deflect the attempts of Holliday to hit her with the metal ends of the garden hose. As Richards is deflecting the attempts to hit her with the garden hose she gets close enough to attempt a strategic blow with the rake. As Frankie continues to attempt to land shots on Kayla with the garden hose we watch Kayla drop to the ground and slide the handle end of the rake between the legs of Frankie. Then Kayla quickly stands up and she stomps on the blade end of the garden rake causing the handle end of the rake to whack Frankie in the groin causing her to groan in pain and drop to the ground holding her crotch.
Lunam: I did not know that whacking a woman in her groin would cause that type of disabling as I thought it was only men who suffered from a crotch blow.
Simone: That is what a lot of people think Erik. Just because a woman does not have their member or a nut sack hanging between their legs does not mean that a vicious blow to the groin would not be debilitating for them.
When Kayla sees Frankie drop to the mat holding her groin area she takes advantage of it by getting behind Frankie where she has Holliday on her knees and she pulls the upper body of Frankie back where she has Holliday tied up in the hold and she is currently not able to escape from the hold Kayla has on her.
Simone: It appears Kayla is going to win this match and remain as the World Bombshell Champion.
Lunam: It sure looks that way right now unless Frankie can find a way to get out of this hold.
Kayla has an evil grin on her face and she feels she has the match won. Frankie continues to struggle working on a way to get out of the hold. Richards is getting upset that Holliday has not yet submitted to her hold so she yells at the Referee to force Frankie to submit to her in the match. Referee Patton tells Kayla that since Frankie is not giving up in the match he will allow the match to continue. This causes Richards to get upset to the point where she releases the tension on the hold she has on Holliday. Although Kayla is upset that Referee Patton would not call the match in her favor she works hard to keep the hold on Frankie. Kayla then maneuvers around a bit to try to tighten up on the hold. As Richards leans forward to work on applying more pressure on the back and upper body of Holliday we watch as Frankie, feeling the face and head of Richards close behind her, she ducks her head forward then she whips her head back causing her skull to smack into the face of Kayla causing her to release her hold on her. Feeling the release of the hold Kayla had on her Frankie breaks free from Kayla and stands up. Frankie, taking advantage of the situation, lands a hard kick to the face of Richards and then she lands a kick to the chest of Kayla before taking off to another area to find other weapons to use in this match.
Lunam: That was a very interesting situation between the two wrestlers. Although Kayla got the advantage she let it slip away as she appeared to be to anxious to get a quick win but it may have caused her to be distracted.
Simone: Kayla is still in this match Erik. This type of thing happens to all wrestlers. Now we need to watch to see where Frankie Holiday ends up and then see what Kayla Richards will do in the next venue.
The camera follows Frankie as she ends up on a venue where the Street Fight is taking place and we notice items such as baseball bats, bags of cement, folding metal chairs, kendo sticks, metal trash cans, and a folding a metal folding table. Frankie stops where the baseball bats are located and she watches as Kayla comes into the area. The two are in another stare-down and the intensity in their eyes means both want to win the World Bombshell Championship.
Lunam: This is going to be a very interesting confrontation.
Simone: One of them will finish this match as the winner in this area of the venue.
Frankie picks up a baseball bat and she is holding it in a threatening manner. Kayla picks up one of the folding metal chairs and she is ready for a battle. Frankie swings the baseball bat but Kayla manages to block the blow. When Frankie raises the baseball bat to take another swing at Kayla she is hit in the mid-section with a chair shot from Kayla. Holliday drops the baseball bat and takes several steps backward and when Kayla goes for another chair shot on Frankie we watch as Holliday picks up a bag of cement and swings it hard against the body of Kayla causing the bag of cement to blow all over the both of them.
Lunam: They just made a smoke screen.
Simone: That was not a funny comment.
It is obvious that both Frankie and Kayla are tiring as they swing their Kendo sticks and land blows on each other. We are not sure how long they can go before they both run out of energy but for now they are both continuing to go after each other. We are surprised when Frankie stops whacking Kayla with her Kendo stick then she runs over to where the metal trash can is located. Not sure what Frankie is going to do Kayla makes her way over to where Frankie and the metal trash can is located.
Lunam: Now we have a Kendo stick versus a metal trash can.
Simone: Anything can happen quickly.
As Kayla continues to try to keep landing shots to Frankie with the Kendo stick we also see that both wrestlers are slowing down from the activity they have already been through in this match. On the next attempt to whack Frankie with the Kendo stick Holliday is able to kick the Kendo stick out of the hands of Kayla and the Kendo stick lands far enough away for Kayla not to be able to go after it. Frankie then drags the trash can close to Kayla then she drops Kayla into the trash can then she starts kicking the banging on the trash can and we can see Kayla is slowing down a little bit from the noise from the banging on the trash can. When Kayla tries to stand up to get out of the trash can Frankie whacks Kayla over the head with the lid of the metal trash can and that took a tool on Kayla. Frankie lands a few more whacks on Kayla with the metal trash can lid before moving away from the trash can as she is looking for something.
Lunam: This may be the end of this match.
Simone: Maybe. . .but maybe not. . .Kayla does well in tough matches.
While Kayla is slowed down and dizzy from the whacks on the head with the metal trash can lid Frankie runs to a small table nearby that has a bottle of Everclear Alcohol drink which is known to be a very flammable liquid. Frankie opens the bottle of Everclear and fills her mouth with the Everclear drink then she pulls out a barbeque lighter and the pulls the lighting mechanism which lights the barbeque lighter then she holds the lighter at arms length close to Kayla at a distance of about a foot or two. Then Frankie blows the Everclear Alcohol drink out of her mouth and over the flame on the barbeque lighter and the blast of the burning Everclear slams into the face and hair of Kayla. Referee Drew Patton steps in as Kayla falls to the ground, flaying at her singed hair and flesh! Frankie suddenly hits Wisconsin Autopsy! Frankie with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Referee Patton quickly tells ringside personnel to get into the ring and extinguish the fire and they do so then Referee Patton orders Frankie Holliday to move to the center of the ring and to wait for him there and she complies. After the ring personnel have extinguished the fire and put lotion and other items onto the face and body and head of Kayla they remove Kayla from the trash can and provide her a place to sit.
Lunam: I have to admit that was one of the strangest finishes I have seen in a long time.
Simone: Same with me Erik.
Referee Drew Patton joins Frankie Holliday in the center of the ring and Justin Decent joins them.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen the official decision in this match by Referee Drew Patton is that the winner of this match, and the new World Bombshell Champion, is FRANKIE HOLLIDAY!!!
The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction as Frankie Holliday is handed the World Bombshell Championship Belt then she walks around the ring to show off her trophy. On her way to exit the ring she stops to talk with Kayla and she kneels down and checks to make sure that Kayla will be okay and Kayla nods and thanks her for her concern then Frankie exits the ring and disappears into the backstage area. The camera show returns to the ring where Kayla is exiting the ring. Once she is on the arena floor and headed into the backstage area we can see some burn marks on her and we hope for her to have a quick recovery.
A sudden high-pitch screech blasts through the PA of the arena. The screech of birds, a cacophony of flapping wings and cries of birds. A crackling sound replaces the high the feedback and then the lights snap off, plunging the arena into darkness.
???: Betrayal, deceit and lies. Hypocrisy and denial. These are things that plague us. Have always plagued us. But I said I was going to prove that fate was a lie. I told everyone that I would come for them. To hurt them all. To bleed them all. To make them martyrs for the filth and the scum to look upon. The Broken will be brought to light.
The titantron crackles to light, static and white noise covering a distorted image. It slowly begins to clear a little, a figure standing in a dark room. A spotlight illuminating them alone in a dark world.
???: The more I look, the less I can just stand by. Stand by and watch as the liars try and pretend that they are free. Stand by and watch these miscreants of mistreatment acting as whole beings. I’ve been watching. I’ve been waiting. I’ve been denied, and I refuse to accept that as my truth.
Flashes of different images fill the screen. Static heavy images of Kevin Carter attacking Alexander Raven. The raised arm of J2H, the bloodied face of fury and disappointment of Alexander Raven. Then the raising of the championship of HB Carter. Vincent Lyons with the Roulette Championship in hand. Aiden Reynolds holding aloft the Roulette Championship, once belonging to Alexander Raven. And then, Alexander Raven, face covered in blood, holding the Internet Championship high in the air. Another bloody face with the Roulette Championship.
???: None of you are safe. None of you are protected. No one can escape this, because I am coming. Will one of you step to the plate? Will one of you, pretend to be more than a pretender in a mask? Every single one of you, take this as it is. It does not matter who stands as World Champion. It doesn’t matter who walks away the new Internet Champion, for none of you are the true one. It does not matter if it is Vincent, Logan or Liam at the end. None of them will ever truly hold that championship until I say so.
The man in the spotlight turns, the screech and pitch of the crowing birds reaching a new crescendo. The smiling, dead behind the eyes face of Alexander Raven. A fleshy looking scar dotting his forehead.
Alexander Raven: At the end of night. Be it Carter or Reynolds. Be it Vincent, Logan or Liam. Be it Jones, Bulldog, Miles or the sweet and forever not good enough, Eddie Lyons. It doesn’t matter, no one is safe. No will be safe. Every single one of you will need eyes in the backs of your heads, for in the end. I am coming, and I am coming for every single one of you. There is no escape from The Broken. There is no escape when you need to be Lost. I was denied the World Championship. I had the Internet Championship stolen from me. And I gave the Roulette Championship away in good faith, only to have it miserably squandered. None are worthy.
Raven simply laughs, the sound of it getting washed up in the screeching and cries of the birds, the flutter of wings, the high pitch feedback and white noise. And then every goes silent, the screen to darkness. The lights come back.
And then…
The camera glides over South Miami Beach where the ring sits on a raised platform just off the boardwalk, surf whispering beyond the barricades. Towering palm silhouettes frame the scene; violet and teal lights ripple across the planks like moonlit water. A soft ocean breeze sends banners fluttering as fans press against guardrails, sunburned and electric with anticipation. The ropes hum with the low thrum of bass from the PA as the referee checks a handheld microphone, its cable coiled like a serpent at her boots.
Simone: Our main event comes to you live from South Miami Beach. We’ve had a night of violence, and it doesn’t end just yet! Tonight, the Atlantic is our witness. Violent Conduct X brings the World Heavyweight Championship to the beach, and it does so under the most unforgiving rules we have: an I Quit Match!
Lunam: No pinfalls. No count-outs. No disqualifications. No excuses. You either make the other man say words he swore he’d never say or he simply cannot continue. That is it.
The camera falls to the center of the ring, where Justin Decent stands, awaiting his cue to begin the last of the evening’s festivities.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of Violent Conduct X! An I Quit Match for the World Heavyweight Championship! The only way to win is to force your opponent to say the words “I quit”… or render him unable to continue!
A second roar rattles the stanchions. Jasmine lowers the title, gives it a respectful glance, then passes it to the timekeeper. She taps the I Quit mic for sound, its click sharp in the humid air.
Simone: Jasmine St. John has that microphone ready. She will ask. She will confirm. And she will not stop this match until one man gives in.
Lunam: On this platform, with the tide in their ears, there’s nowhere to hide.
A thunderous guitar riff detonates through the PA, Parkway Drive’s “Vice Grip” and blue-white strobes strafe the boardwalk.
Aiden Reynolds emerges from the tunnel with a purposeful stride, black leather jacket swallowing the lights, “THE AUSSIE WOLF” spray-painted across the back in raw, jagged letters. He lifts a single fist to the salt-stung night and stands still for a heartbeat as the Miami faithful pour noise over him. Then he moves down the long plank runway, boots landing in measured, grounded steps. At mid-walk, the refrain hits. Aiden turns to the ocean of faces and bellows with them “YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!”, the chant rippling up the lifeguard towers.
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger… from the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… AIDEN REYNOLDS!
Simone: There is nothing ornamental about Aiden Reynolds tonight. That’s a prizefighter’s focus.
Lunam: He said this is the biggest opportunity of his life. He’s wearing that truth on his face.
At ringside, Aiden plants a hand on the apron, vaults to the edge, then springs, slingshotting between the ropes. He pirouettes out of momentum, drops to one knee, and hammers his fist into the canvas, the sound crisp, final. His eyes snap to the hard camera. He doesn’t blink.
The music fades to a shoreline murmur… then explodes into neon joy. Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” floods the night beneath lavender mirror-ball scatter.
Justin: And his opponent… from Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds! He is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion… “THE HARDCORE BOTTOM”… HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER!
Carter saunters onto the boardwalk in his ostrich jacket that shimmers in the light like oil on water; sparkling lavender shades angle high on the bridge of his nose. He gives the beach a grand, sweeping bow at the waist, then blows a kiss to the upper deck. The champion struts down the planks, hips rolling to the beat, fingers tracing the face of the title at his waist as though reminding everyone who they belong to. Midway down, he pauses on a clear acrylic panel inset into the boards; LEDs beneath it ripple like a tide and he playfully “surfs” the light with a grin before continuing, slapping hands that thrust in from both sides.
Simone: Carter has become dominant in his reign so far. Yes, he absolutely still shimmers, but do not mistake his sparkle for softness. He has bled for this championship.
Lunam: He told the world, “I don’t quit.” If Aiden wants this, he’ll have to steal those words or Carter’s breath.
At the apron, Carter plants one palm, hops into a split across the edge to a scream from the front row, then slides under the bottom rope like a silk ribbon. He prowls on all fours toward his corner, arches up the buckles, and lounges across the top turnbuckle as though it were a chaise, smiling, unbothered, all eyes. He peels off the jacket with a flourish, lifts his shades for the hardcam and hands both to the attendant. Then he drops, rolling his shoulders and tapping the toes of his boots, eyes flicking once to Aiden’s stance.
Jasmine St. John waits for Carter to release the championship to her, and when she does, she raises the championship high, the main plate catching a wash of seaside lighting. She turns to each side of the platform so every fan can see what is at stake. The belt gleams with salt-air sheen, and the crowd swells. She hands it down below to a production agent and then returns to the center. Jasmine steps between them, holding the I Quit mic in one hand as she lays out the law with the other. She points to Aiden. She points to Carter. She raises the microphone so both men can see it, then hands it off to the timekeeper’s table within easy reach. The ring shrinks around them, the buzz condenses to a palpable hum.
Simone: Champion and challenger, ocean at their backs, legacy at their throats.
Lunam: And that microphone in Jasmine’s hand is the sharpest weapon in the match.
Jasmine signals to the timekeeper. The bell waits, a single, suspended breath over salt and steel, ready to strike.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, crisp as a gull’s cry, and the ring seems to tighten around them. Carter slides out of his corner with a dancer’s bounce, shoulders loose, fingers twitching like he’s feeling the rhythm through the canvas. Aiden steps out square, chin tucked, palms up, no wasted motion, just a prizefighter measuring distance.
Simone: And we are underway on South Miami Beach!
Lunam: Watch the footwork, Reynolds wants angles, Carter wants lanes.
They circle once. Carter feints a low shoot and flows up into a collar-and-elbow. Aiden meets him, sets through the hips, and the lock-up becomes a study in leverage. Carter pivots, wrist control, outward roll, and a slick spin to snap Aiden into a standing arm wringer. The Aussie Wolf doesn’t chase; he plants, changes level, and answers with a smart tug and a shoulder dip that lines Carter up and then a snap suplex that thuds flush in center ring.
Simone: Aiden uses the simplest tool in the box and uses it well.
Lunam: That’s the danger. He’ll pick you apart with basics until basics feel like blades.
Carter rolls through to a knee, smiling despite the sting. He palms the mat, springs … standing dropkick … his boots kiss Aiden’s chest and pop the challenger back a step. Carter lands on his hip and slides, fluid, rises in one coil and carts to the side with a swaggering half-beat. He tests the ropes, shoulder brushing the top strand, then slings back. Aiden steps into the lane with a short-arm clothesline, but Carter ducks, hooks the wrist, and whips Aiden through with a wristlock arm drag that sketches a tight parabola across the canvas.
Simone: Carter playing to his strengths; speed, snap, and space.
Lunam: And zero interest in grappling trenches with a heavier man.
Carter turns the corner fast, looks for the Slingblade, but Aiden is already bracing. He sheds the loop, plants his feet, and drives a kitchen sink knee just under Carter’s ribs, precise, mean. Air explodes out of the champion as he folds, one arm going protective across his midsection.
Simone: There’s your first target. Body. Breath. Voice.
Lunam: Smart. You don’t need to concuss a man in an I Quit match. You just have to make speaking impossible.
Aiden doesn’t chase a pin, instinct flickers and dies. He snakes an arm around Carter’s head, drags him to the corner, and puts his forearm across the champ’s jawline as he feeds in reverse elbows to the ribs… one, two, three … each shot measured, each one a metronome counting down Carter’s oxygen. Jasmine is near, the I Quit mic visible on the apron behind her, but she’s only watching hands, eyes, posture.
Carter shucks under the next shot, swims inside, and answers with a burst – a handstand into a headscissors takedown, flipping Aiden out of the corner to center. The champ lands on hands and knees, whips around, sprints, and basement dropkicks Aiden in the shoulder to keep him seated. He floats over into a quick grapevine, Full Windsor Knot tease, threading the challenger’s arm, but Aiden’s base is too fresh. He drives a knee under and rolls through, shaking his arm out, face tight with the first hint of irritation.
Simone: Carter trying to announce the submission road early.
Lunam: Aiden says the road’s closed for repairs.
Carter kips up, then races the near ropes. Aiden turns and gets plastered with a calf kick that slaps clean across the jawline. Carter doesn’t stop. He’s already at the far ropes, hands catching the top strand for a heartbeat of balance … tightrope dropkick … boots land high on Aiden’s chest and send him skidding to a hip.
Simone: Champion seizing tempo now!
Lunam: This is where Carter is most dangerous! Everything connected, everything rolling downhill.
Carter lines for the corner, he wants height. He skims up the buckles, pauses on the second for a look, then perches high for Diving Meteora but Aiden surges, two steps and a leap, and high standing dropkick detonates into Carter’s shins mid-air. The champ crashes hard on his tailbone, momentum spilling him backward into a ragged roll.
Simone: Perfect timing from Reynolds! He took the wheels out from under the Fruit Fly feeder.
Lunam: That’s film study. That’s anticipation.
Aiden’s up first. He drags Carter to vertical with a handful of waistband and wrist, then snaps him down with a snap DDT that drills the crown safely. He sits up, breathing controlled, eyes on Jasmine. He doesn’t ask. Not yet. He wants to soften.
Carter crawls for space, one palm pressed over his ribs again. Aiden follows and squares him to the ropes. Irish whip, no, Carter shifts hips and reverses; Aiden hits the ropes, eats a spinning wheel kick flush and down he goes. Carter staggers, shakes out his legs, and sprints for a running senton across Aiden’s chest, rolling through to a knee. He pops up, bites his lip, looks left … boardwalk sparkle … right … ocean dark … then points to the corner. The crowd rises with him.
Simone: Carter’s going high again.
Lunam: If he hits flush this early, it changes the entire shape of the match.
Carter springs to the top rope and balances with toes curled around the cable. He turns for a Front dropkick, airborne and picture-perfect. It lands, skids Aiden to the buckles, and the champ rides the landing into a triangle running dropkick that snaps the challenger’s head back off the pads.
Carter pauses long enough to glance toward the timekeeper and taps his throat with two fingers, a little show, a little signal. He drops to a knee beside Aiden and cups his hand under the Aussie’s jaw, leaning in close enough for the hardcam to catch the smirk.
Carter doesn’t bother to take the mic. He mouths “Quit?” for show. Aiden shoves him away with a palm heel and snarls back, breath hot.
Reynolds: Not a chance.
Simone: Early answers are emphatic and expected.
Lunam: This is a negotiation conducted in pain. They’re just haggling over price right now.
Carter hauls Aiden up and snaps him over with a snap suplex, holding the bridge just long enough for muscle memory to twitch, then he rolls, pushes off the mat, and fires the Slingblade, whiplashing Aiden to the canvas. The champ explodes to his feet and hits the ropes again, momentum is a living thing with him, he dives low for a wheelbarrow DDT. Aiden plants his forearms and stalls mid-fall, refusing the spike, shoving Carter forward with raw strength. The champion tumbles, catches himself on all fours, and turns just as Aiden thunders through with a running knee square to the ribs.
The sound is ugly. Carter’s body folds around the impact, eyes clamping shut; he mouths something silent and rolls to his side, both arms wrapping his midsection.
Simone: That was placed to perfection.
Lunam: Reynolds isn’t just hitting him, he’s carving out the words.
Aiden stalks, jaw set. He takes Carter by the ankles and drags him a step off center, turns, and drops into the Four X Gold . He threads the legs deep, steps over, sinks down, and leans, pressure bowing Carter’s lower back as Jasmine slides into view, the handheld mic gleaming in her grip like a decision.
Carter’s teeth bare. His hands rake at the canvas. He shakes his head before she even asks.
Simone: First real submission attempt of the match! Carter’s in pain but resolute!
Lunam: Look at Aiden’s posture! Hips under, shoulders back! This is not a hope spot; this is a choice.
Jasmine lowers the mic close enough for Carter to breathe against it, her eyes on his. He hisses through the pain, voice low but steady.
Carter: No.
The crowd swells, and on the outside the ocean answers with a rolling hush. Aiden adjusts his base, sinking a shade deeper, testing the champion’s spine and lungs.
Simone: The opening minutes have turned from sprint to study.
Lunam: And every study here ends with a thesis: how do you take the breath from a man who promised never to quit?
Carter digs his elbows in, drags his frame a handful of inches, and twists—finding enough torque to unlace one of Aiden’s feet and tumble the hold loose. The Aussie Wolf releases clean to maintain control and immediately AA Spinebusters Carter back down, a thunderclap against the planks-hidden canvas. He rises on one knee, chest heaving, and finally cuts his eyes toward Jasmine, just briefly, like a man checking the time before going back to work.
Simone: Aiden Reynolds is in no rush. He’s building the house one brick at a time.
Lunam: And Carter is still dancing in the doorway, daring him to come through.
Aiden peels Carter off the canvas by the wrist and shoulder, walking him to a neutral corner. He rams a forearm under the champion’s chin and feeds in short, mean body shots right to the floating rib, left to the solar plexus! Each one a stamp that says breathe less. Carter swats at the arms, slips his hips to the side, and cinches a quick guillotine just long enough to pull Aiden two steps out of the buckles. Then he bails on the choke and sprints, triangle running dropkick, boot laces crack off Aiden’s jaw and spill the challenger through the ropes to the apron.
Simone: The champ buys himself a pocket of air!
Lunam: He has to keep the lanes open. If Aiden builds a wall on those ribs, the night gets short.
Carter hotfoots to the far side, springs for a suicide dive feint, then pivots, vaults to the second rope and back into the ring with a wheelbarrow tilt-a-whirl! He wants the Inverted Frankensteiner. Aiden posts his arms, blocks the torque, and answers by deadlifting Carter off his shoulders and dropping to a knee for a backbreaker across the thigh. The sound is a flat plank crack. Carter jackknifes to the mat, hands clamped to his midsection.
Aiden slides out and flips the edge of the apron. He fishes until his fingers find rattan. The crowd swells as the kendo stick comes free, chalk-white under the floodlights. Back in, he waits, poised, and when Carter rises, the first slash lands diagonally across the obliques. Carter’s teeth flash; he refuses the scream. The second lands horizontal to the lower back. The third spears into the ribs with a jab that doubles the champion and deposits him to a knee.
Simone: That placement is surgical, nothing wild.
Lunam: It isn’t about welts. It’s about the sentence he can’t say if he can’t breathe to say it.
Jasmine ghosts near with the I Quit mic, not offering it, only reminding them it exists. Aiden grips the stick like a prying bar, wedges it under Carter’s jawline and hauls up to a half-kneel, carving at the airway. Carter’s hands fly, one clamps the cane, the other knifes across Aiden’s wrists! He jars the angle, yanks high, and monkey-flips Aiden over his shoulder. The stick bounces loose and skitters to the ropes.
Carter crawls, snatches the weapon, and answers with a low slash to Aiden’s quad, another snap across the hamstring. The Aussie Wolf takes the message, shifts his base and Carter baseball swings the cane into the turnbuckle to make the crowd jump, then Russian legsweeps Aiden with the stick across the throat, riding him down and sprawling atop as if the bamboo were a bar across a gate.
Simone: Carter’s returned serve!
Lunam: And he’s not aiming for the skull! He’s playing chess with lungs and leverage.
Carter slides the stick out, tosses it aside like litter, and strings offense …Slingblade, basement dropkick, split-legged leg drop across the throat! Everything quick, everything connected. He points to the sky and paces to the corner, climbing. The boardwalk thrums. He springs…
Aiden is already airborne. High standing dropkick meets Carter’s shins mid-flight for the second time and knocks the champion out of the air. Carter scuds across the canvas and right under the ropes, spilling to the decking.
Simone: Reynolds has that scouted down to the heartbeat.
Lunam: He’s taking rungs off the ladder every time Carter climbs.
Aiden follows out and herds Carter along the sand side of the platform. He takes a wrist and slings the champion into the guardrail; Carter catches himself half-sideways, flips a leg over the rail to soften the blow, and lands staggered in the narrow sand track between barricade and platform. Aiden steps down after him; the two are ankle-deep in cool, packed beach. The crowd presses to see. Aiden hooks a head and arm and tries to haul Carter up for a vertical suplex back toward the decking.
Carter kicks his legs and drops, fighting gravity with gravity. He snaps a calf kick from the sand, just enough to turn Aiden’s head and bulldogs him forward into the barricade. The metal clanks and rattles. Carter reels, shoulders heaving. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, looks at the table folded and waiting beside the ramp, and the idea finds him.
Simone: Oh, he sees it.
Lunam: The beach just got less scenic.
Carter drags the table by its metal lip, shoulders it against the platform, and pops the legs and then sets it on a diagonal from ramp edge to rail, the wood braced steady by the decking braces underneath. Aiden answers with two hard rights to the ribs, one to the chest, and a reverse elbow to the jaw. He bounces Carter’s face off the ramp edge and rolls him onto the apron lip.
They fight there, two men on a knife edge above breaking wood. Aiden hooks for a spinebuster off the apron; Carter latches a guillotine over the top rope and clings, knees knotted around Aiden’s hips. Aiden loosens, wedges a knee to the ribs, and shoves. Carter lands back on the apron, teetering.
The crowd chants rise in overlapping rhythm.
CARTER! CLAP CLAP CLAP.
CARTER! CLAP CLAP CLAP.
AIDEN! STOMP STOMP STOMP.
AIDEN! STOMP STOMP STOMP.
Simone: They’re one bad grip away from disaster!
Lunam: This is a postcard they’ll stop selling in the gift shop.
Carter bursts, hands to Aiden’s shoulders, a quick climb up the ropes, Spanish Fly off the apron and down through the table. The deck jumps; sand jumps with it; the boardwalk explodes in a thousand camera flashes.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Both men are plank-still in the wreckage. Jasmine leans out between ropes, scanning for motion. Carter’s fingers twitch first. Aiden’s leg pulls under him in pieces, then stops; breath heaves in visible waves.
Simone: Bodies and lumber on the shoreline!
Lunam: And neither one of them has the ocean in their lungs, which means we keep going.
Carter is up to all fours, then to a knee, then he uses the apron skirt to drag himself upright stripe by stripe. He tips Aiden back toward the ring, rolls him under the bottom rope, and follows, breath hitching. He crawls over, takes Aiden’s legs, steps through … Four X Gold? No. Carter turns his hips and threads an arm – Full Windsor Knot, deep and ugly, wrenching the shoulder and neck at once. Jasmine slides in with the mic.
St. John: Do you quit?
Aiden’s face is a mask, eyes glassed, teeth bared. He barks between breaths—words flat with accent.
Reynolds: Yeah nah.
Jasmine blinks, the slightest confused tilt of her head.
St. John: …Which is it?
Aiden, louder, with a cough that turns to a laugh.
Reynolds: Nah!
Simone: That’s Australian for ‘no’!
Lunam: You can feel Jasmine doing the translation math mid-hold!
Carter throws his head back and grins despite the strain, then torques again. Aiden digs a heel, rolls his weight, and scrapes to the ropes, not for a break that doesn’t exist, but for a line of pull. He twists, hooks his free arm under Carter’s thigh, and upends the champion out of the hold. Carter bounces to the mat, pops up for the Buttocks Injection to the corner as Aiden staggers in. The crowd roars at the whiplash. Carter charges the opposite buckle, hits full sprint, and returns with a handspring clothesline that thumps Aiden back into the pads. Simone: Carter refuses to let this turn into a trench war! Lunam: He’s scattering the pieces, making Aiden collect them with one hand. Carter steps back, drops to a crouch, fingers drumming on his thigh, and then shoots forward, hooks Aiden’s waist, and sunset flip powerbombs him out of the corner to the center. Carter doesn’t hold; he skids, rolls through to his feet, and points skyward again. The boardwalk is on its toes.
He climbs … one step, two, three … then perches. Fruit Fly - the Eclipse - Carter launches and scythes down…
Aiden twists at the last heartbeat; Carter still clips him flush across the chest and jaw, but Aiden’s angle spares the full decapitation. Both tumble, scattered. Simone: Fruit Fly connects enough to scramble the signals! Lunam: It’s not the kill shot, but it’s a bill collectors’ knock. Carter crawls, breath harsh and high, and drags himself toward a neutral corner. His hand slides under the bottom turnbuckle pad and comes back with something grey, duct tape, end pre-started, a little tail wriggling in the breeze. The audience gasps in a wave as realization catches. Simone: Carter’s changing the geometry. Lunam: If he can bind a limb, he can bind the answer. Carter returns to Aiden, who’s on all fours, blinking away sparks. The champion yanks Aiden’s right wrist to the middle rope post and whips the tape around, one, two, three quick, tight turns, binding wrist to cable. Aiden jerks, testing the give; there’s very little. He plants his boot to brace, tries to rip free.
Carter kicks the inner elbow to collapse the brace, then slides behind, snakes his right arm under Aiden’s chin for the guillotine choke and with his free left hand he palms the abandoned kendo stick off the canvas. He slides the bamboo across Aiden’s mouth like a bit and draws back, the choke levering air and voice at once. Jasmine drops into frame with the mic, eyes flicking between hold and expression. Simone: He’s not going for the head, he’s stealing the words! Lunam: Duct tape and a guillotine! This is a thesis on the stipulation. Aiden thrashes, boots drumming, knees driving to find purchase. He snarls through the rattan, jaw clenched, and tries to say something that is mostly teeth and breath. The stick keeps his mouth pried, makes consonants into gravel. He bucks, plants, and tears one wrap of tape with raw torque, but the second and third holds! Carter jerks back and to the side, rolling the choke to a deep angle.
Jasmine brings the mic close, voice steady but urgent. St. John: Aiden, do you …? Aiden’s eyes are wet and wild; he forces a sound out around the bamboo, a defiant, guttural rumble that has no in it even if the word’s lost. Simone: He won’t say it. Lunam: He doesn’t have to, Bel. He just has to stop. Carter’s face changes, less show, more flint. He tightens his bicep under Aiden’s jaw, forearm cutting the artery line, and leans his weight back, thighs vice-locked. Aiden’s free hand claws at Carter’s forearm, then at the stick. His fingers lose purchase once. Twice. The hand goes to a fist… opens… then drops, heavy, to the canvas.
Jasmine’s there, calm in the storm, checking the arm. She lifts at the wrist; it falls. She checks the eyes, searches for focus and finds the lights dimming. Simone: He’s fading! Lunam: This is the edge of the world for Aiden Reynolds. Jasmine makes the call with crisp clarity and gestures to the timekeeper!
DING DING DING! Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL World Heavyweight Champion! Helluva Bottom CARTER!!! The bell rings, sharp as lightning cracking across the surf. Carter immediately lets go, the kendo stick clattering from his hands as he tears the duct tape loose from Aiden’s wrist with quick, desperate jerks. The champion doesn’t celebrate, not yet. He kneels beside the fallen Aussie, brushing the bamboo shards away and checking that Aiden’s chest still rises, that the breath comes back. The sound of the crowd swells into a roar as the reality sinks in. Simone: That’s it! Carter retains! Helluva Bottom Carter is still the World Heavyweight Champion! Lunam: But it wasn’t the words, Bel. Aiden Reynolds never gave them. His body gave out before his spirit ever would. He just… ran out of road. Referee Jasmine St. John kneels between them, raising a hand to signal the stoppage for clarity. The belt is pressed into her other hand, and she moves to present it. Carter takes the championship slowly, almost reverently, and slings it over his shoulder. He doesn’t climb ropes, doesn’t grandstand. Instead, he lowers to one knee again, resting a hand on Aiden’s chest and giving him a small nod of respect.
The crowd goes nuts! Simone: Listen to this! Miami Beach is giving both men the ovation they deserve. Lunam: This is what Violent Conduct is about. Not scars for shock value. Scars for legacy. Carter keeps the belt, but Aiden Reynolds left his heart and his blood in that ring. Carter rises, finally raising the title high with both hands. He faces the ocean, silhouetted against the floodlights, hair matted, torso welted and bruised. Behind him, Aiden is stirring, pulling himself up with help from Jasmine. Carter turns, steps toward him, and without hesitation extends his hand. Aiden looks at it, jaw tight, then clasps it. Simone: No shame tonight. None at all. Champion and challenger both proved they belong in the main event. Lunam: And Carter proved that he wasn’t lying when he said, “I don’t quit.” The two men stand across from one another with a shake of the hand, and Aiden steps back, sliding under the ropes and disappearing from view. Carter raises his championship again for the crowd . The champion’s music plays them out, Gaga’s defiance thundering against the ocean tide. The final shot lingers on Carter atop the turnbuckles, belt high, while the surf rolls black and silver behind him. Simone: Helluva Bottom Carter leaves Miami still the World Heavyweight Champion… Lunam: But tonight, both of these men became legends of Violent Conduct. The camera fades to black as fireworks go off and Carter continues to celebrate inside of the ring! 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!