A helicopter shot glides over Fort Worth at sundown, the skyline colored in gold and copper. The camera sweeps past the towers and the stockyards spirit of the city, past streets alive with traffic and neon, past waving SCW banners hanging from light poles and signs flashing BLAZE OF GLORY XV across packed entertainment blocks.
The aerial view shifts and begins to descend.
Dickies Arena rises into view, lit bright against the darkening sky. Searchlights cut back and forth overhead. Giant screens mounted outside the building flash the SCW logo, match graphics, and the fiery branding for Blaze of Glory XV. Streams of fans pour through the plaza from every direction, the energy electric, the sound of cheers, whistles, laughter, and shouted predictions. Some fans wave signs in the open air before heading inside. Others stop for quick photos beneath banners and LED pillars.
Inside, Dickies Arena explodes into view.
The shot sweeps high above a packed capacity crowd, thousands on their feet, roaring into the camera as pyro haze lingers in the air and beams of moving light crisscross the bowl in crimson, gold, and icy white. The atmosphere is thunderous. Every lower bowl section is jammed shoulder to shoulder with fans waving signs, rally towels, and championship replicas.
The camera glides across the arena where fan signs read:
TEXAS BELONGS TO RYAN KEYS!
VICTORIA LYONS RUNS THIS DIVISION!
ALICIA LUKAS DOESN'T MISS!
LJ KASEY IS THE FUTURE!
BARK IF YOU LOVE THE BULLDOG!
HARPER MASON SHINES BRIGHTEST!
The shot circles lower now, the six-sided ring standing at the center of the spectacle. And standing in the middle of that ring, microphone in hand, is Justin Decent.
Justin looks every bit the voice of a supercard. He wears a sharply tailored black suit jacket cut close to the body. Underneath, the first few buttons of a crisp white dress shirt are left undone, giving just enough edge and swagger to keep it from feeling too formal. A deep crimson pocket square rests neatly at his chest, matching the event colors, while fitted black slacks and polished dress shoes complete the look.
Justin: Fort Worth, Texas... are you ready?
The arena erupts!
Justin paces a half-step, feeding off the energy!
Justin: I said, Fort Worth... Texas... are you ready for the biggest night of the year!?
The response is even louder, a deafening wave of cheers rolling from one side of the arena to the other!
Justin: Welcome to the official debut of Sin City Wrestling in Fort Worth, Texas! Welcome to Dickies Arena! Welcome to the event where the stakes are at their highest, the spotlight shines at its brightest, and every man and woman who steps into this ring does so knowing that glory waits on the other side!
The fans roar with approval, many already on their feet!
Justin: Fort Worth, you are loud, you are fired up, and you look more than ready for a Blaze of Glory XV!
That gets a booming cheer!
Justin: So ladies and gentlemen, with all of that said, it is my absolute honor to kick off SCW Blaze of Glory XV the only way we know how. Please welcome the woman who can light up any room, command any crowd, and steal any spotlight she pleases! She is your Hostess With the Mostess. She is the incomparable Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
Campy piano music bursts cheerfully through the arena speakers and the crowd lights up at once.
Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage draped in a large, pink feathered robe. She pauses at the center of the stage and soaks in the reaction, smiling broadly as the Fort Worth faithful shower her with cheers, applause, whistles, and laughter. She places one hand dramatically over her heart, blinking as if genuinely moved by the size of the ovation.
Amanda lifts her microphone slowly, then lowers it again, milking the cheers for a few seconds longer. She pats at her chest as if fanning herself.
Amanda: Oh, Fort Worth, I had heard that everything in Texas was bigger, but I did not realize that included the welcome for your favorite glamorous disaster!
A wave of laughter rolls through the arena. Amanda presses her hand to her heart again, smiling wide.
Amanda: Truly, from the bottom of my sequined little soul, thank you! I think it is safe to say that I have officially stolen the hearts of the Lone Star State and tonight, darlings, I am here to finish the job!
That line draws a big pop from the crowd.
Amanda begins to stroll across the width of the stage, basking in the moment, nodding to fans at ringside as the camera catches smiling faces and waving hands.
Amanda: Welcome, beautiful people, to Fort Worth, Texas. Welcome to Dickies Arena. And welcome to Blaze of Glory XV, where the lights are hotter, the stakes are higher, and the drama is so thick you could spread it on toast!
The crowd laughs and applauds.
Amanda: What a night this is! The official SCW debut in Fort Worth, the grandest stage of them all, and all of you looking like you are ready to lose your minds in the most dramatic possible way!
She points out toward the audience.
Amanda: I adore that for us.
Cheers answer her. Amanda shades her eyes playfully and scans the front rows. Then she freezes, gasping theatrically.
Amanda: Hold on. Hold everything.
The crowd buzzes.
Amanda leans forward toward ringside.
Amanda: Sir!
A camera quickly finds a ruggedly handsome cowboy seated near the barricade in a black hat, boots, pressed jeans, and a grin that says he did not expect to become part of the show. Amanda places a hand over her chest again and fans herself with the other hand.
Amanda: Well now, that is a very handsome cowboy.
The crowd lets out a mix of cheers and laughter as the cowboy tips his hat.
Amanda: Sweetheart, I have just one question for you. Have you ever seen Brokeback Mountain?
The arena erupts. The cowboy laughs, the fans around him double over, and Amanda turns away with a dramatic little strut as though she has just done the Lord's work.
Amanda: Do not answer that out loud. Keep some mystery alive.
Amanda keeps moving and then suddenly stops again, this time locking her gaze on a woman a few rows back who is dressed in a wildly overdone pink cowgirl ensemble, complete with oversized hair, glossy makeup, rhinestone boots, and enough attitude to be seen from the parking lot.
Amanda stares for a second too long, then blinks.
Amanda: Honey.
The crowd immediately starts to laugh in anticipation.
Amanda: I do not know whether you are heading to a rodeo, a doll convention, or the world's most aggressive lip gloss commercial, but whatever that look is, it is giving cowgirl by way of Bratz doll and I need you to know I respect the commitment.
The woman laughs along with everyone else, playing it up proudly as the people around her point and cheer.
Amanda: That outfit has more sass than a divorce court and more pink than a Valentine's Day crime scene.
Another burst of laughter fills the building. Amanda points toward her.
Amanda: Never change. Or do. But if you do, let me supervise.
Amanda lets the laughter breathe before turning back toward the center, all sparkle and poise as the crowd settles into eager anticipation again.
Amanda: Fort Worth, tonight is historic. Tonight is extravagant. Tonight is absolutely dripping in possibility. Championships will be defended. Dreams will rise and fall. Someone will leave here a hero, someone will leave here heartbroken, and at least one person will make a life choice so questionable that I will be talking about it for months.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Amanda: But before any of that happens, before fists fly and titles hang in the balance, before the first battle of Blaze of Glory XV truly begins, we are going to start this historic event the proper way.
She pauses for effect, smiling knowingly as applause starts to swell.
Amanda: With a song.
The applause is still rolling through Dickies Arena when, without warning, the lights plunge down to near darkness. A collective murmur races through the crowd. The giant LED screens cut to black.
For one long beat, the arena holds its breath.
Then the opening, pulsating beat of Lady Gaga's Poker Face hits the sound system.
The reaction is instant!
The bass throbs through the building, the beat sharp and infectious, rattling the air with nightclub swagger in the middle of a Texas supercard spectacle. Thin beams of white light begin slicing through the darkness in time with the music, crisscrossing over the crowd, sweeping over the stage, flashing briefly across the six-sided ring and the screaming fans at ringside. Red and pink pulses start to flicker on the massive stage screens, building with every beat, every electronic thrum, every teasing second of anticipation.
At center stage, Amanda Hugginkiss stands frozen in silhouette.
Then the lights snap on and the crowd erupts!
Amanda's feathered robe is gone and beneath it she is revealed in a playful, eye-catching cowgirl ensemble that sends the audience into a fresh wave of cheers and laughter. A fitted plaid blouse hugs close, while a denim skirt swishes around her thighs with every planted step with boots high and polished.
And then the backup arrives.
From either side of the stage, four sexy cowboy linedancers stride out to join her, each one dressed in fitted western gear tailored more for spectacle than for ranch work. Tight jeans, open collars, hats tipped low, confident grins, and just enough attitude to make the front rows scream at the sight of them. They spread into formation around Amanda with polished precision, turning the stage into a full-blown showpiece in an instant.
The beat continues to pound.
The lights flare brighter.
And Beaver Shot begins.
Amanda: I’m sittin’ here, it’s getting hot,
Got my sights on a little beaver shot.
Smooth and sly, but don’t get caught,
Gotta play it cool, show what I’ve got.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Can’t reveal my secret spot.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Gotta keep my beaver shot.
Can’t read my, can’t read my,
No, you can’t read my beaver shot.
(She’s biting, gnawing, never gonna stop)
Can’t read my, can’t read my,
No, you can’t read my beaver shot.
(Hiding all my tricks, it’s a sly little plot)
When I’m close, I take my aim,
Stealth and skill is the name of the game.
See that smile? Yeah, it’s all a front,
Play it coy, then I take the stunt.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Don’t let them see what’s underneath.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Keep them guessing with my beaver shot.
Can’t read my, can’t read my,
No, you can’t read my beaver shot.
(She’s biting, gnawing, never gonna stop)
Can’t read my, can’t read my,
No, you can’t read my beaver shot.
(Hiding all my tricks, it’s a sly little plot)<
Shot in the dark, but I’m on the mark,
Got that cheeky grin, and I’m playing smart.
Whispers and glances, they don’t know the plot,
I’m the queen of this beaver shot.
Can’t read my, can’t read my,
No, you can’t read my beaver shot.
(She’s biting, gnawing, never gonna stop)
Can’t read my, can’t read my,
No, you can’t read my beaver shot.
(Hiding all my tricks, it’s a sly little plot)
Amanda stands at center stage with a grin stretched wide as the final note of her song hangs in the air. For half a heartbeat, there is nothing but the thrum of anticipation, and then Dickies Arena explodes. Whistles cut through the roar. Cheers thunder down from every level of the packed building. Fans leap to their feet, clapping, hollering, waving signs, and shouting Amanda's name as the Hostess With the Mostess throws her shoulders back and revels in every last second of it!
Amanda places one hand to her chest, feigning modesty, then slowly extends her other hand toward the crowd with a wicked little smile, curling her fingers inward in a playful beckoning motion for more. The reaction only grows louder. Amanda laughs, delighted with herself, and turns in a slow circle atop the stage, basking in the praise like a woman standing in the warm glow of a spotlight she was born to occupy.
Amanda: Oh, keep going. I am fragile, vain, and incredibly easy to encourage!
That draws another burst of laughter and applause. With a bright, satisfied smile, Amanda gathers the sides of her outfit delicately and dips into one last exaggerated curtsy. Amanda rises, gives a final coy wave over her shoulder, and then slips behind the curtains as the campy piano music fades and the energy in the arena continues to crackle.
The camera transitions smoothly away from the stage and down to ringside.
There, beneath the glow of the arena lights and surrounded by the charged atmosphere of Blaze of Glory XV, Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam sit side by side at the broadcast table, headsets on and ready for the biggest night of the SCW calendar.
Belinda Simone looks immaculate in a sharply tailored deep navy pantsuit with clean, elegant lines that command respect without sacrificing style. A crisp ivory blouse sits beneath the jacket, the collar neat and refined, while understated silver jewelry and flawless makeup give her the polished edge of someone dressed for the most important assignment of the year. She is all business, all poise, and all major-event professionalism.
Beside her, Erik Lunam looks like pay-per-view chaos dressed in designer rebellion. His dark jacket is cropped and fitted, decorated with metallic accents and subtle distressing that give it the feel of a rock star who wandered into a championship fight night and decided to stay. Underneath, a partially unbuttoned black shirt reveals layered chains and just enough attitude to suit him perfectly. His dark trousers are sleek and narrow, his rings glint under the lights, and perched atop his head is a black cowboy hat that somehow pulls the whole wild look together, equal parts outlaw, frontman, and professional troublemaker. It is unmistakably Erik, with just enough Texas in the mix to honor the occasion.
Simone: SCW Universe, what an atmosphere we have here tonight. Welcome to Blaze of Glory XV and welcome to the official debut of Sin City Wrestling right here in Fort Worth, Texas at the legendary Dickies Arena.
The fans behind them cheer loudly at the mention of Fort Worth.
Lunam: Oh, would ye listen to this place, Belinda. Fort Worth is absolutely alive tonight. Ye can feel it in the air. Ye can hear it in every corner of this arena. This is what Blaze of Glory is all about. This is the grand stage, the brightest lights, the hottest crowd, and a night where everything that brought us here is finally about to come to a head.
Simone: For weeks, for months, the Road to Blaze of Glory XV has delivered twist after twist, challenge after challenge, and no shortage of combustible confrontations. Every episode, every statement, every staredown, every championship defense and every personal score has led us directly to this moment.
Lunam: That is the truth of it. Ye do not just arrive at a night like this by accident. Ye survive the road to get here. We have seen rivalries intensify, tempers boil over, alliances tested, ambitions laid bare, and champions pushed harder and harder with this event waitin at the end of it all like a mountain every one of them had to climb.
Simone: And now that climb ends tonight. The stakes do not get any higher than this. Championship glory, personal redemption, vindication, revenge, legacy. Every bit of it is on the line under this roof tonight in front of a sold-out Fort Worth crowd that is more than ready for an unforgettable supercard.
Lunam gestures toward the ring as the camera angle widens just enough to show the six-sided ring and a sea of fans beyond it.
Lunam: This is what every wrestler in Sin City Wrestling chases all year long. Blaze of Glory. A night where careers can be made, where titles can change hands, where hard men and women find out whether they are truly built for the pressure or whether they crack when the whole world is watchin.
Simone: Dickies Arena is the setting, Fort Worth is the host city, and SCW has brought a lineup worthy of the occasion. The anticipation all across this building is undeniable, because everyone knows we are about to witness one of the most important nights in Sin City Wrestling history.
Lunam smiles beneath the brim of his black cowboy hat.
Lunam: And the best part is we are only gettin started.
Belinda straightens one of the papers on the desk and looks into the camera with a confident smile.
Simone: Still to come tonight, we are going to break down the full card for Blaze of Glory XV and take you through everything that awaits here at SCW's historic Fort Worth debut.
Lunam: And believe me, ye are not goin to want to miss a second of it.
The camera holds on the broadcast team as the roar of the crowd swells again, the atmosphere thick with excitement just before they begin the night's official lineup rundown.
Simone: We are kicking off Blaze of Glory XV with championship stakes right out of the gate as the SCW Roulette Championship will be on the line. The two-time Roulette Champion Logan Hunter puts his title up for grabs tonight against the ever-driven Ryan Keys in what promises to be an explosive way to open this historic supercard here in Fort Worth. Logan Hunter has made a career out of thriving under pressure and proving exactly why he has worn that championship twice, but Ryan Keys has been laser-focused on this opportunity and tonight may be the moment he finally breaks through on one of SCW's biggest stages. The crowd here at Dickies Arena is ready, the tension is building, and what a way to begin Blaze of Glory XV.
Lunam: And if that opener is not enough to set the tone, we have absolute chaos comin next in the form of a Fatal Four-Way Ladder Match to determine the number one contender for the Roulette Championship. Ye have the third generation star and world-class Uber brat Brayden Williams, the battle-tested locker room veteran "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart, the hard-hittin and fearless "Celtic Thunder" Ciarán Doyle, and the explosive "Young Lyon" Zayvion Lyons all throwin themselves into a match where there are no pinfalls, no submissions, and no easy way out. The only thing that matters is climbin the ladder, snatchin that briefcase suspended above the ring, and claimin a future title opportunity, and with four men this hungry and this dangerous, ye can expect bodies to crash, tempers to flare, and one poor soul to leave Fort Worth with his golden ticket in hand.
Simone: The bad blood continues tonight in a tag team grudge match that has been brewing for weeks as Wildside, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, finally get their hands on the Heavy Metal Maniacs. Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister have made life absolutely miserable for the Sisters Zdunich at every turn, bringing chaos, intimidation, and disruption wherever they go, but tonight all of that tension comes to a head inside the ring. Seleana and Zenna know this is about more than just picking up a victory. This is their chance to fight back, settle the score, and see if they can tame the untameable in front of the Fort Worth crowd here at Blaze of Glory XV.
Lunam: And then we turn our attention to the Bombshell Roulette Championship, where the champion Alicia Lukas defends her crown against the ever-dangerous Cassie Wolfe. Alicia has carried herself like a woman who knows exactly how good she is, and to be fair, she has backed it up every step of the way, but Cassie Wolfe is the sort who can turn a match on its head in the blink of an eye if ye give her even the smallest openin. This is the kind of title fight that can swing on one mistake, one burst of momentum, one moment of brilliance, and with the gold on the line at Blaze of Glory XV, ye can be sure both women will be comin into Fort Worth ready to tear the house down.
Simone: Bitter rivals collide tonight in what may be one of the most personal matches on the entire Blaze of Glory XV card as the Angry Cop Liam Davis goes one on one with the Clown Prince of Chaos Anthrax. This is not just about wins and losses any longer. This is about hatred, humiliation, and the psychological torment that has pushed Liam Davis closer and closer to the edge. Anthrax has delighted in becoming a living nightmare for Davis, forcing him to confront his own temper, his own frustration, and his own demons every step of the way. Now, under the bright lights here in Fort Worth, Liam finally gets his chance to shut Anthrax up with his fists, but against an opponent as twisted and unpredictable as the Clown Prince of Chaos, that may be far easier said than done.
Lunam: And sure if ye thought one ladder match was not dangerous enough, we have another one comin your way with the Bombshells raisin the stakes in a Triple Threat Ladder Match to decide the number one contender for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. The devious Bea Barnhart brings all the cunning and bad intent ye could ask for, Amelia Reynolds comes into this one with grit and determination to spare, and Hero Academy's own Harper Mason has the heart, fire, and fearless streak to make her a serious threat the second that bell rings. There will be no pins, no submissions, and no mercy here, because the only way to win is to climb the ladder, reach that briefcase hangin high above the ring, and snatch a future championship opportunity with your own two hands, and with three women this hungry, this match could turn into absolute carnage in the blink of an eye.
Simone: The violence is about to spill far beyond the bounds of ordinary competition as longtime enemies LJ Kasey and Brandon F'n Hendrix meet tonight in a Texas Street Fight. This rivalry has been simmering with hostility, resentment, and unfinished business for far too long, and now it reaches a point where rules, restraint, and sportsmanship are all thrown out the window. In a match built for punishment and chaos, anything goes, and that means both men will have every opportunity to inflict as much damage as possible in their quest to finally put the other down. LJ Kasey knows exactly how dangerous Brandon Hendrix can be, but Hendrix is just as aware that LJ has the heart and toughness to survive a war, which is why this one has all the makings of an all-out brawl Fort Worth will not soon forget.
Lunam: Then we have the Bombshell Internet Championship on the line as the reignin champion Victoria Lyons defends against the woman who outlasted everyone in the Internet Qualifier tournament, Alexandra Calaway. Victoria has carried that title with all the confidence and bite ye would expect from a champion who knows how dangerous she is, but Alexandra has earned this shot the hard way, goin the distance and provin she has the stamina, focus, and grit to survive when the pressure is at its highest. That makes this a fascinating clash, because one woman comes in with the gold and all the swagger in the world, while the other comes in battle-tested, hungry, and lookin to turn the biggest opportunity of her career into championship glory here tonight at Blaze of Glory XV.
Simone: One of the most emotionally charged rematches of the evening comes in the form of the Internet Championship as the reigning and multi-time champion, Hall of Famer Alex Jones, defends against former champion and former Wolfslair teammate Miles Kasey. There is already so much history between these two men, but that history only makes the stakes feel even higher tonight, because this is not just about the title. This is about legacy, pride, and the kind of personal familiarity that can make a championship match even more dangerous. Alex Jones has built a Hall of Fame career on proving why he belongs among SCW's elite, while Miles Kasey steps into this opportunity determined to reclaim the gold and show that he still has what it takes to defeat a man who knows him as well as anyone. At Blaze of Glory XV, that combination of championship pressure and deeply personal history could make this rematch one of the night's absolute show stealers.
Lunam: And now we come to what may well be the most savage, most brutal, and most deeply personal war of the entire night as former friends turned bitter enemies Crystal Zdunich and Mercedes Vargas collide in a Japanese Death Match. There are no half measures left between these two women, none at all, because this blood feud has burned far past anger and into somethin far uglier. The ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire, anything goes, and every second of this match promises pain, destruction, and pure hatred laid bare for the whole world to see. Crystal and Mercedes know each other far too well, and that makes this even more dangerous, because when former friends become sworn enemies, they know exactly where to hurt ye most. This does not end with apologies, it does not end with closure, and it sure as hell does not end pretty. The only way this feud ends tonight is with one woman survivin the violence and the other payin in blood.
Simone: The World Bombshell Championship is on the line tonight in one of the most anticipated rematches on the entire Blaze of Glory XV card as Frankie Holliday finally gets the opportunity she has waited more than four long months for, her rightful shot at the title. Standing across from her is the very woman she dethroned at Violent Conduct X, the reigning World Bombshell Champion Dreamkiller Kayla Richards. That history makes this match impossible to ignore, because Frankie knows she has beaten Kayla before on one of the biggest stages imaginable, while Kayla steps into Fort Worth determined to prove that this championship now belongs to her era and her alone. Pride, revenge, redemption, and the richest prize in the Bombshell division all collide tonight, and with so much history and emotion tied to these two women, this title match has all the makings of a true show-stealer.
Lunam: And now, the main event of Blaze of Glory XV, the one the whole world has been waitin on, as the World Heavyweight Championship hangs in the balance in a brutal Three Stages of Hell match between the reignin champion Helluva Bottom Carter and Alexander Raven. This war has raged for months and with every encounter it has only grown darker, nastier, and more vicious, until it reached a point where ordinary matches were never goin to contain it. Carter won the right to choose the stipulation for tonight's title defense, and in a stroke of pure spite, he took Raven's own idea for Three Stages of Hell and made it reality. First Blood, Falls Count Anywhere, and then if it comes to it, Steel Cage. That is the road these two men must walk tonight, and there will be no excuses, no escape, and no place left to hide when all is said and done. And as if the championship itself was not enough, the stakes have been raised even higher, because it has been ruled that the loser of this match will not receive another opportunity at the World Championship for as long as the winner holds the title. That means this is not just the end of a rivalry, it is the end of the road for one man and the ultimate vindication for the other, and by the time this night is over, Fort Worth may well witness one of the most savage main events in SCW history.
The scene opens backstage where we the SCW Roulette Champion Logan Hunter alongside his managers The Shields Sisters Brooke and Marissa, Logan has his title over his shoulder ahead of his title defence against Ryan Keys in tonight’s opener.
Logan: The time is almost at hand, my Roulette Title Reign is destined for great things and I will prove it tonight!
Brooke: Ryan will just be the first of many to fall before Logan as his reign goes on and no one will get in his way!
Marissa: I mean there is a chance that…………………
Brooke: NO ONE!
Marissa shakes her head.
Brooke: And if any of the four fools in the Ladder Match think they have a chance of dethroning Logan? PUH-LEASE!
Logan: I have waited too long to reclaim my throne, no one is more worthy than me!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
Backstage, away from the noise of the arena, Ciarán Doyle sat on a bench in front of his locker, already in his ring gear with one boot still untied. A roll of wrist tape hung loose from his hand, but he had not moved to finish it. His eyes were fixed on the floor, distant, like the world around him was happening somewhere far off.
Ruairí O’Callaghan stepped into the room, coffee in hand, already smiling, ready to wind him up a bit before the biggest match of his mate’s career.
Ruairí: There he is. First Blaze of Glory, first Supercard, chance to get yourself right in the mix for the Roulette Championship, and you look like somebody’s just told ye Christmas is cancelled.
Ciarán barely looked up.
Ciarán: Aye.
Ruairí frowned slightly and handed him the coffee.
Ruairí: That’s all I’m gettin’, is it?
Ciarán: What d’you want me to say?
Ruairí: Somethin’, preferably. You’ve been sat starin’ at nothin’ since I walked in.
Ciarán took the coffee but did not drink it.
Ciarán: I’m fine.
Ruairí: No, you’re not.
Ciarán finally looked at him, tired and flat.
Ciarán: I said I’m fine.
Ruairí: And I’m sayin’ I know you better than that. So try again.
Ciarán looked away, jaw tight.
Ciarán: It’s meant to be the biggest night of my career so far, yeah? I know that. I know what’s at stake. But every time I try to think about it, there’s just... nothin’. No buzz. No nerves. No fire. Just this dead sort of emptiness.
Ruairí’s expression changed at once.
Ruairí: Ah, Ci.
Ciarán: Don’t.
Ruairí: I’m not takin’ the piss. I’m serious.
Ciarán gave a hollow laugh.
Ciarán: That’s the worst part, isn’t it? I should be ready for the biggest fight of my life and instead I’m sat here feelin’ like I’m not even really in the room.
Ruairí sat beside him, quieter now.
Ruairí: Then stop thinkin’ about the whole night.
Ciarán: What?
Ruairí: Stop carryin’ all of it at once. The match, the stakes, the title shot, the crowd, all of it. Just do the next thing.
He nudged Ciarán’s untied boot with his foot.
Ruairí: Tie the boot.
Ciarán stared at him for a second, then let out a breath and bent to do it.
Ruairí: There. That’s one thing done.
Ciarán: You always this annoyin’ or do I bring out the best in ye?
Ruairí: Bit of both.
That finally got the faintest twitch of a smile out of him.
Ruairí: You don’t need to feel perfect tonight. You just need to be there when the bell rings. One moment at a time. You understand me?
Ciarán sat back up and nodded once.
Ciarán: Aye. I hear ye.
Ruairí: Good. Because whether your head’s playin’ nice or not, you still belong here.
Before Ciarán could answer, the door opened and Ms. Rocky Mountains stepped into the room with microphone in hand and a bright professional smile.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán Doyle, tonight marks your first Blaze of Glory appearance and a huge chance to move closer to the Roulette Championship. How are you feeling ahead of such a career-defining match?
Ciarán went still.
The silence stretched a second too long.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán?
He suddenly stood up from the bench.
Ruairí: Ci.
Without saying a word, Ciarán brushed past both of them and walked out of the room.
Ms. Rocky Mountains lowered the microphone, caught off guard.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Oh. I’m sorry.
Ruairí gave her an apologetic look as he hurried after his friend.
Ruairí: Sorry, miss. Bad time.
If you want, I can condense it even further into a very short, TV-ready backstage script.
Lunam: We have a Roulette Championship match to open Blaze of Glory VI. This match is Ryan Keys challenging for the Roulette Championship currently held by the Roulette Champion Logan Hunter. I am hoping when the Roulette Wheel is spun and stops on a spot that we will have something interesting and exciting for the match.
Simone: The only thing I see that will be interesting and exciting is watching Ryan Keys defeat Logan Hunter and then walk away as the newly crowned Roulette Champion.
Justin: Welcome everyone to Blaze of Glory XV. The first participant in this match hails from Las Vegas. Nevada, and he comes into this match at six feet two inches in height and two hundred twenty-five pounds, please give a great welcome for RYAN KEYS!!!
The arena goes dark, then bursts alive with flashing neon strobes. As I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of by A Day to Remember hits the speakers, Ryan Keys explodes onto the stage with infectious energy. He spreads his arms wide, sunglasses glinting beneath the lights, but before heading down the ramp, Ryan suddenly stops and looks back toward the curtain.
Simone: Wait a second... what is Ryan Keys doing?
Lunam: Ah, now hold on a minute, Simone. The lad’s after somethin’, ye can feel it.
The answer comes a heartbeat later as the crowd erupts. Stepping out onto the stage to a thunderous ovation is none other than four-time Manager of the Year Aron Baltasarsson!
Simone: No way! That’s Aron Baltasarsson! Four-time Manager of the Year! Aron Baltasarsson is Ryan Keys’ new manager!
Lunam: Logan Hunter’s got himself a proper problem now, so he does!
With a confident smirk, Ryan gestures toward Aron as if presenting him to the world, then the two make their way down the ramp together. Ryan points to the fans and slaps hands along the aisle, feeding off the energy of the crowd, while Aron stays composed at ringside, keeping his focus on the ring and the match ahead. Ryan then slides dramatically into the ring as Aron remains stationed at ringside. Ryan leaps onto the turnbuckle and tosses his shades into the crowd before striking a playful pose high above the arena floor.
Simone: Ryan Keys looks even more fired up tonight!
Lunam: Wouldn’t ye be, with Aron Baltasarsson in yer corner?
With a grin and a wink, Ryan hops back down, bouncing on his feet and looking more than ready to turn the match into his dance floor, while Aron Baltasarsson watches on from ringside as the challenger takes up residence in one of the corners to await the arrival of Logan Hunter.
Lunam: A very nice entrance and ring presence for Ryan Keys.
Simone: Theatrics are nice but having the ability to back up you say is the attribute wrestlers should have on display.
Justin: Next to make their way to the ring, they are from Sydney, Australia, they come into this match at six feet in height and two hundred twenty pounds, please give a great welcome to Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, LOGAN HUNTER!!!
HOPE CASTRATED by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, with Brooke and Marissa following him out, and the sisters have their backs to the crowd while they dance to the song. Brooke does some sensual dances while Marissa shows off dance skills while Logan glares at the ring. As soon as Logan's name is called the twins spin around and the trio start making their way to the ring then Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, Marissa follows them in on her own and they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing Brooke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed while Marissa spins and arches her back, giving the crowd (and camera) a nice view of her cleavage before she flips her dark brown and looks at the camera. After the music calms down Logan stares across the ring at Ryan Keys and then he waves Ryan off as if Ryan is not worth the effort to recognize him.
Simone: That, Erik, is the mark of a true Champion. They do not have to accept the taunts and false courage their opponent sends their way.
Lunam: We will find out shortly when the bell rings to officially start this match. But first we must get a spin of the Roulette Wheel to determine what type of match these two will be involved in.
Miss Rocky Mountains struts over to where the Roulette Wheel is located. She waves to the fans in attendance and then she grabs the Roulette Wheel and gives it a hefty spin. As the Roulette Wheel is slowing down the interest from the fans, the two wrestlers, and Lunam and Belinda, are peaked. The Roulette wheel slows down and then it stops on the spot marked TO WIN THIS MATCH THE WINNER MUST CAUSE THEIR OPPONENT TO SUBMIT FOR THE LOSS AND USING MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS AS WEAPONS IS ALLOWED.
Simone: The Roulette wheel landed on a spot that benefits Logan Hunter the most.
Lunam: Considering that Ryan Keys has an impressive record in the wrestling ring I would say that he has the advantage in this match.
Referee Dawn Barnes informs Logan Hunter and Ryan Keys that their match is an all-out brawl but the win must be obtained by their opponent submitting to them for the loss. She asks Logan and Ryan of they understand how a win is obtained and both tell her that they understand and both inform her that they understand. Referee Barnes then tells Brooke and Marissa to exit the ring and they do but they remain at ringside. Referee Barnes then informs Logan Hunger and Ryan Keys that when they hear the bell from the Timekeeper they are to go at each other. Referee Barnes motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell and they do so and this match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Here we go. Go Ryan!
Simone: Nice try but your cheering is landing on deaf ears.
Logan Hunter and Ryan Keys charge at each other and they slam into each other in the center of the ring. The two start trading punches and kicks and both are working on getting their opponent into a position where they can apply a submission hold that causes their opponent to submit in the match. Logan and Ryan continue trading blows and working to get their opponent into a position for the win. Both are accomplished wrestlers and currently both are unable to obtain an overwhelming advantage to go for a submission on the other. The crowd in attendance are mixed half and half in support for Logan Hunter and Ryan Keys and their cheering and chanting keeps getting louder. As the two continue working on the advantage they move to the side of the ring where Brooke and Marissa are located and when Logan gets Ryan against the ropes both Brooke and Marissa reach up and each grab the legs of Ryan preventing him from being able to maneuver away from the ropes. While Ryan is struggling to remove his legs from the grasp of the two we watch as Logan continues landing blows on Ryan. Although Keys tells Referee Dawn Barnes to get the two women to release their hold on his legs all Referee Barnes can do is inform him that since this is a Hardcore Rules match it is pretty much anything goes and he has to figure his own way out of the situation he is in right now.
Lunam: Oh man that hurts. Trying to go one against three is not a good position for any wrestler to be in.
Simone: Sometimes the Roulette wheel lands on a spot that benefits both wrestlers and other times only one of the wrestlers in the match obtains the advantage.
Ryan Keys is upset but he has to go by the rules of this match which are not many. As the two women continue working on keeping Keys from getting away from the grasp them have on his legs. Just when we thought Keys was out of the match at this point he manages several hard kicks to Brooke and Marissa which causes the two to move backwards to get out of his grasp but they lose their grasp on the legs of Ryan and both Booke and Marissa fall back and land hard on the arena floor.
Lunam: I told you that Ryan Keys would figure a way to turn things around in this match.
Simone: Just a lucky break Eric so do not get overly excited about it since the match just started.
Watching Ryan Keys get out of the two women holding onto his legs to give Logan an advantage what they did, and Ryan getting out of the grasp of the two women, the look on the face of Logan Hunter tells a lot of information. Ryan quickly got up on his feet and he stands his ground while Logan is still surprised that Ryan got out of the hold. The two are in a classic stare-down and both are glaring at each other but after the recent back and forth it appears neither wants to initiate something until they get away from the ring ropes so they are in the center of the ring so they can eliminate items from outside of the ring to be used in the match.
Lunam: Wow! After the first back and forth, and the fact that Ryan got out of the grasp of Brooke and Marissa, and then his ability to bring it to Logan which has caused Hunter to pause and stare at Ryan, says a lot about Ryan Keys.
Simone: I think you have been partaking in heavily spiked beverages Erik. This match is far from over.
Logan Hunter looks around and he notices a pair of brass knuckles on the ring apron just outside of the ring. He runs toward that area of the ring and takes a dive and grabs the brass knuckles. He turns around and lands a few blows on Ryan Keys but Ryan is able to maneuver enough so that the blows that are landing are only half as effective as they could be. Even with the ability of Ryan to fend off most of the blows thrown by Hunter those blows are still effective to cause Ryan feel the pain from the blows. Ryan watches Logan closely and then the next round of trying to hit Ryan with the brass knuckles Keys is able to grab the wrist of Hunter with one hand and grab the brass knuckles with his other hand. The two work hard against each other to gain full possession of the brass knuckles but neither is effective enough to gain full control. Logan pulls hard on the brass knuckles and then he throws a punch at Ryan and Keys is able to grab the hand and wrist of Logan to prevent him from throwing blows with the brass knuckles then he bends the hand of Logan back and to the side causing severe pain in the hand and wrist of Hunter. Ryan takes the advantage by pulling the brass knuckles off the hand of Hunter then he throws the brass knuckles as far as he can into the crowd. Keys then glares back at Hunter and the look on his face tell us the level of rage Ryan is having right now.
Lunam: Rarely do we see a wrestler able to disable an opponent using brass knuckles against them. That shows that Ryan Keys is a great wrestler.
Simone: Maybe…maybe not…but I still have my opinion that Logan Hunter is going to retain the Roulette Championship.
Ryan Keys glares at Logan Hunter and the look in his eyes show how upset and irritated he toward Logan. Ryan keeps his eyes on Hunter as he slowly approaches Logan. The two get face-to-face and they get into an argument that causes both of them to start shoving each other and working hard to land blows on each other. The smack talk between the two intensifies until Logan Hunter charges at Ryan Keys and he attempts to land a hard kick to the groin of Ryan the blow is deflected by Keys. Logan and Ryan continue to maneuver in various ways to get their opponent into a position for blows that could end this match.
Lunam: I have to admit that watching these two punch and kick each other in the groin is giving me pain in that area of my body.
Simone: I feel your pain Erik.
Without weapons other than their hands and feet both Hunter and Ryan start going face-to-face and blow-for-blow on each other working hard to land a blow or hold or maneuver that will incapacitate their opponent. The action is hard and back-and-forth but neither of them wants to back down and take the loss. As they continue with punches, kicks, and other moves and holds, both continue, for now anyway, to be able to fend off the blows of the other to keep from getting into a situation or position where they would have no choice but the submit in the match. As they continue trading blows we see Brooke and Marissa approach the ring and they are up on the ring apron cheering on Logan Hunter and they are also trying to reach over the ring ropes or through the ropes to try to grab onto Ryan so that Logan can gain the advantage against him.
Simone: Well, Erik, it appears this is the end of the line for Ryan because now we have Brooke and Marissa on the ring apron trying to keep Ryan from being able to keep an eye on both Hunter and the two of them.
Lunam: It looks like your wish is not going to come through Belinda. Here comes Aron Baltasarsson, who is now the Manager for Ryan Keys, is headed for the ring to take care of the situation involving Brooke and Marissa.
Simone: Why would he do that Erik.
Lunam: He has assumed the position as Manager for Ryan Keys and part of the job as a Manager is to ensure that if your wrestler gets people attacking them during a match that you step in and take care of the situation.
Aron Baltasarsson leaps up on the ring apron and he confronts Brooke and Marissa. Both Brooke and Marissa jump down from the ring apron and take off into the backstage area and Aron leaps off the ring apron and chases them into the backstage area leaving the match to Logan Hunter and Ryan Keys.
Simone: Now that we know the Manager for Ryan is Aron Baltasarsson is the Manager for Ryan Keys it makes sense now.
Ryan and Logan continue punching and kicking each other and as the blows are flying Ryan Keys gets the advantage against Logan Hunter when he lands a hell of a hard kick to the groin of Logan which causes Hunter to drop to his knees. Not satisfied with simply dropping Logan with kick to his groin Ryan delivers several more very hard blows. Considering this is a Hardcore Rules match, and a win is by submission from your opponent, with Logan being whacked hard in the family jewels this match is not looking good for him at this time as the continuous blows to his crotch is debilitating to say the least. Referee Dawn Barnes asks Logan Hunter if he wants to submit and he groans out NO so she backs off for now. When Referee Barnes realizes that Hunter is not likely to get out of this situation without severe damage she steps up and asks Logan again if he wants to submit. Hunter hesitates on his answer to Referee Barnes but when he realizes the food of Ryan is about to drop on his groin again he tells Referee Barnes that he submits. At that comment Referee Barnes calls for the bell from the Timekeeper to officially end this match.
DING DING DING!
Referee Barnes quickly tells Ryan Keys to get away from Logan Hunter and to wait for her in the center of the ring. She then checks on the status of Logan Hunter then she requests the ring assistants check on Logan and see if he needs immediate medical attention.
Lunam: Well, Simone, what do you have to say now?
Simone: *sigh* You were right.
Lunam: WOO HOO!!!
Justin Decent stands next to Referee Dawn Barnes waiting for the official decision in this match to be announced.
Justin: The official decision in this match, by Referee Dawn Barnes, is that the winner of this match, by submission, and the newly crowned Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, is RYAN KEYS!!!
As Referee Barnes raises the hand of Ryan Keys for the win the crowd gives a mostly favorable response to the announcement of Ryan Keys earning the Roulette Championship. Ryan then takes a walk around all sides of the wrestling ring before exiting the ring. When he reaches the arena floor he is joined by Aron Baltasarsson and the two of them take their walk up the ramp and then return into the backstage area. When the camera returns to a shot of ringside we see Logan Hunter being assisted to exit the ring so he can return to the backstage area. Hunter is limping a bit, which is expected from the blows he took, but we are sure he will be back in action soon.
Bill and Bea Barnhart, along with their English Bulldog Iris, are standing in the backstage area where the entrance ramp is located.
Bill: This is going to be a great match and a defining moment in my wrestling career. I have three opponents, who are Brayden Williams, Ciaran Doyle, and Zayvion Lyons, and after I defeat them I will get a shot at the Roulette Championship and I will earn the Roulette Championship for my third time.
Bea: Nice to be positive in what will happen in your match. I know you are the favorite to win this match and then when you get your shot at the Roulette Championship again I have no doubt that you will earn the Roulette Championship for a third time.
Bill: There is not anything you or Iris can do at ringside except to cheer me on. When you have a Hardcore rules match anything goes so I hope you and Iris enjoy my performance and my win to get another shot at the Roulette Championship.
The backstage person informs Bill that his call to make his entrance for his match is coming up quickly so he needs to be ready. Bill informs the backstage person that he is ready to go so Bill and Bea and Iris line up and wait for the official announcement of their entrance.
Backstage the cameras catch up with the Zayvion Lyons, Cleo Phillips and Miss Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hello SCW fans I have here with me the newest sensation from The Lyons Den. A young man who's been making waves these past few weeks and who tonight has the opportunity of a lifetime to earn himself a shot at either Ryan Keys or Logan Hunter for the Roulette Championship. I have to ask, how are you feeling?
Zayvion Lyons: I feel ready. I already proved with Alex Jones that I can go toe to toe with a champion, and now it's my chance to earn a championship opportunity for myself. I'm not going to let anything stand in my way of climbing that ladder and earning my opportunity.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: How have you prepared for this opportunity.
Zayvion shoots a slightly nervous look at Cleo.
Zayvion Lyons: Well I'm not going to reveal any of our secrets but let's just say Cleo here has been pushing me hard and putting me through some rigorous training techniques. I assure you it's all going to pay off because she's not just more than another Lyons Den talent she's molding a champion.
Cleo Phillips: And you better get ready because if you win tonight, your training gets even more intense.
Zayvion Lyons: Whatever you have planned I'll be ready for it, because I'm climbing that ladder and earning that championship opportunity tonight. Then I'm going on to become the SCW Roulette Champion.
Cleo Phillips: You'll be ready huh?
Cleo just smiles at him and pats him confidently on the shoulder, before laughing someone sadistically and walking away.
Zayvion Lyons: Cleo? Cleo?! What the hell you about to put me through? Cleo?!!
Zayvion rushes after Cleo, and can still be heard calling her name down the hall, Miss Rocky Mountain shrugs at the camera and it fades out.
Simone: Welcome back to Blaze of Glory XV and our next match! We just saw Ryan Kays dethrone Legan Hunter to win the Roulette Title but this next match will determine Ryan’s first challenger as Zayvion Lyons, Brayden Williams, Ciaran Doyle and Bill Barnhart do battle in a Ladder Match, the winner will challenge Ryan Keys in the near future!
Lunam: Ryan may be feeling celebratory now but these four men will be looking to cut the celebration early, especially in Zayvion and Ciaran’s cases because that would mean them winning their first titles in SCW.
Simone: This will be a hell of a match! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Ladder Match for a future shot at the SCW Roulette Championship!
“Backyard Boogie” by Mack 10 hits and Zayvion Lyons explodes through the curtain already dancing, shoulders rolling, feet bouncing, moving like he’s stepped straight out of a backyard party. He grins wide, throwing a quick two-step before pointing out to the crowd as if inviting them to move with him.
Justin: Introducing first, from Inglewood, California, weighing 214ibs, “Flyin’” ZAYVION LYONS!
Cleo Phillips follows a few steps behind, composed and stone-faced, letting Zayvion steal every ounce of attention while she watches the surroundings like a strategist.
Zayvion dances his way down the ramp instead of walking, mixing in a smooth shuffle, a quick spin, and a playful bounce as he slaps hands on both sides. Halfway down, he stops, hits a bigger move to the beat, arms swinging, feet tapping, then laughs and nods as the crowd reacts.
At ringside, he slides under the bottom rope, pops up immediately, and keeps the rhythm going with a short freestyle in the center of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, dancing in place for a second before throwing his arms up, hyping the crowd.
Cleo steps into the ring calmly and takes her spot in the corner, arms crossed, laser-focused, as Zayvion hops down, still moving to the music, loose, confident, and ready to go.
Simone: Zayvion suffered his first loss in SCW at the Go Home Show in controversial fashion to Alex Jones and now he has to deal with three men who are hungry for gold.
Lunam: And Zayvion has wins over two of them already!
Justin: And his opponents!
“Forever by Drake” begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his girlfriend Carleigh Annis emerge from behind the curtains. Brayden smiles as the crowd welcomes the duo with an ovation of loud boos. He flips them off as he quickly sprints towards the ring. He doesn’t hesitate to slide right inside the ring where he kips up to his feet. He holds his arm proudly in the air before he does a backflip. The crowd just continues booing and that is when Carleigh begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her husband inside of the ring and claps for him. He bounces around a bit before he lays down across the ropes showcasing that he is bored.
Justin: First, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 190ibs, “The Future” BRAYDEN WILLIAMS!
Simone: Brayden has been impressive but he has yet to pick up a win since returning.
Lunam: That could change in a hurry!
The arena lights drop into darkness with only a thin gold line glows across the stage. A hush ripples through the crowd. Then Antti Martikainen’s “Lords of Iron” erupts; deep drums, metallic Celtic strings, and a rising battle rhythm that shakes the air. On the very first swell of the melody, a spotlight snaps to life at the top of the ramp and Ciarán Doyle steps into it.
The crowd erupts instantly with cheers, signs waving, fans on their feet!
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland! Weighing 167 pounds! He is the 'Dawnhart' Ciarán Doyle!
The introduction echoes as Ciarán begins his walk, the battle-charged rhythm matching the sway of his steps. He slips off the stage and moves down the ramp with a fluid, dancer’s glide, every motion smooth, confident, magnetic. Fans reach out and he meets them with touches of high fives, warm nods, quick smiles that light up his whole face.
At ringside he pauses, hands the nearest fan another white feather, then slides under the bottom rope with effortless grace. He rises in one fluid motion and heads straight for the corner, stepping onto the second turnbuckle. He spreads his arms as the camera catches his hair falling over his shoulder as he leans forward, inviting the crowd’s roar.
Ciarán hops down, runs a hand through his hair, and circles the ring with a focused calm settling in. The showman’s smile fades into a warrior’s readiness. He grips the top rope, testing its spring, body relaxed but poised, centered and prepared.
The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the center of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.
Simone: Speaking of impressive, Ciaran has been nothing short of impressive since he debuted.
Lunam: Can he win his first title shot tonight?
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Justin: And, from Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing 240ibs, “BULLDOG” BILL BARNHART!
Simone: Bill is not only the oldest but easily the heaviest wrestler in this match.
Lunam: That just means he’ll fall harder of that ladder!
Jasmine goes over the rules with the four men before she calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our second match of the night is underway.
Lunam: This will be good!
Once the bell rings all four men start brawling, Bill with Zayvion and Ciaran with Brayden and given the lawless nature of Ladder Matches? Jasmine can only watch on! eventually though? Brayden and Zyvion manage to get the upper hand on Bill and Ciaran as both men send their respective opponents bailing from the ring with simultaneous dropkicks! Brayden and Zayvion share a look before they start hyping up the crowd for stereo Suicide Dives!
Simone: Ciaran and Bill just felt the full force of Zayvion and Brayden’s athleticism!
Lunam: And they are getting ready to fly!
Indeed, Brayden and Zayvion hit the ropes at the same time! however while Zayvion gets a head of steam and wipes out Bill and Ciaran with a dive, landing on his feet in the process? Brayzen bails from the ring and immediately grabs the nearest and biggest ladder he can! Cleo quickly realizes what Brayden is doing and alerts Zayvion right as Brayden is setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring and Zayvion quickly returns to the ring.
Simone: Okay, I’ll admit, that was a smart move on Brayden’s part!
Lunam: But while Ciaran and Bill are out Zayvion landed on his feet!
By time Zayvion has met Brayden on the ladder the Detroit native is already halfway up the ladder but the two men meet up top the ladder and start trading blows! However on the outside of the ring Bill has gotten back to his feet and, seeing the situation, grabs a ladder of his own and slides into the ring with it! Bill watches the two men go at it above the ring and breaks it up by jamming the ladder into Zayvion’s ribcage before he Powerbombs Zayvion of the ladder! Brayden clearly thinks he’s in a winning position but Ciaran springboards onto the ladder and swiftly climbs up before hitting Braydenn with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb!
Simone: And now the roles are reversed! Bill and Ciaran are on their feet and Brayden and Zayvion are out!
Lunam: That’s he danger of Ladder Matches!
With Brayden and Zayvion down for the moment Ciaran and Bill start trading blows but Bill manages to rake Ciaran’s eyes before he starts climbing the ladder! However Bill forgot about the ladder he brought into the match earlier and Zayvion takes full advantage BY LEANING THE LADDER AGAINST THE BIGGER AND LADDER AND RUNNING UP IT BEFORE HITTING BILL WITH A RUNNING CANADIAN DESTROYER OFF THE LADDER!
Simone: WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNESSED?!
Lunam: INSANITY, PURE INSANITY!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Even Brayden and Ciaran (not to mention Bill and Zayvion’s respective managers) can’t believe what they just saw but Brayden is the first to break out of the stupor and tries to Superkick Ciaran to the floor (he was leaning against the ring ropes) and thinks he’s in the clear!
Simone: Brayden clearly thinks he’s in the clear!
Lunam: And Ciaran has other plans!
Brayden starts setting up the big ladder but Bill has recovered from the Destroyer and hammers the youngster from behind before laying in a couple of more shots,, meanwhile Ciaran gets back in the ring but only to get a Double Superkick in the process, knocking him (seemingly) to the floor and low blowing Bill! But Ciaran manages to skin the cat and lands on the apron so what Brayden gets to the top of the ladder? Ciaran huts a Springboard Dropkick to knock the ladder over and in the process? Cause Brayden to land on the ring ropes crotch first.
Simone: It’s times like these that make me glad to be a woman!
Lunam: And it’s times like these where I need to cross my legs!
Ciaran proceeds to Dropkick Brayden off the ropes and to the floor before he rights the ladder and starts climbing, only problem? Zayvion is right behind the Irish wrestler and the two man start brawling, meanwhile Bill has regrouped with Brayden on the outside but Zayvion launches Ciaran off the ladder with a hiptoss them all out!
Seeing the opportunity in his grasp? Zayvion claims the contract!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER, ZAYVION LYONS!
Simone: Zayvion wins his PPV debut and what an outing!
Zayvion celebrates whilst Jasmine checks on the other three men.
The scene opens backstage at Blaze of Glory XV where we see Cassie Wolfe warming up for the Roulette Title Match against Alicia Lukas.
Cassie: Four fucking years! That’s how long I have waited to win another singles title, that is four years too long!
Cassie comments as she stands up straight.
Cassie: And tonight? I’m either sending Alicia back to the retirement home or I’m going down swinging, there’s no two ways about it.
Cassie adds as she brushes some hair over her shoulder.
Cassie: Alicia? Get ready to say goodbye to your title because even if that means me facing Harper for the title in the near future? I’m taking that title home with me!
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: The following contest is a special Bombshell tag team match and it is set for one fall!
"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 first, team one, the team of Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden, Heavy Metal Mania!
Motley Crue’s “Wildside” starts up and the members of Wildside, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich along with their manager, Maja Lindström, make their way out of the entryway and down the aisle. They enter the ring and raise their arms as the crowd cheers them on.
Justin: And their opponents, the team of Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, Wildside!
DING DING DING!
Seleana and Zenna turn to face Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister as the assembled masses rev-up in anticipation of the fight that is to come. Wildside glare at the smirking Maniacs, both teams seemingly eager to get the fight started. Zenna shrugs at her sister and fires off a punch, catching Twisted Sister in the mouth. Iron Maiden clocks Seleana and the crowd explodes as the conflict sparks the first flurry of activity. Zenna and Twisted Sister trade shots as Seleana and Iron Maiden trade as well. The crowd watches on as the deluge starts in earnest, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania, Wildside, Mania. Twisted Sister swings for a big lariat but Zenna catches the arm and swings up into a crucifix pin.
ONE!
TWO!
IRON MAIDEN MAKES THE SAVE!
Seleana comes after Iron Maiden and gets elevated for a back body drop for her trouble. The blonde Swede soars over the top rope, crashing to the floor and landing in an uncomfortable heap. Zenna gets up to her feet, ready to fight some more. Iron Maiden blasts her with a forearm from behind. Zenna stumbles forward from the impact and into the waiting arms of Twisted Sister. The two Maniacs flip Zenna up into a double team powerbomb. Twisted Sister drops down to cover the redheaded Swede.
ONE!
TWO!
ZENNA GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Twisted Sister pounds the mat in frustration, visibly upset that Zenna was not finished by the big maneuver. Iron Maiden taps her partner on the shoulder and motions for them to move on and keep going with the beatdown. Twisted Sister nods, standing on the right side of Zenna, Iron Maiden to the left. The two drag Zenna to her feet and execute a double hip toss to throw her into the corner. Zenna bounces off the turnbuckles hard and Heavy Metal Mania rush in behind her. They hit a double clothesline to send her through the ropes all the way on the opposite side of the ring that her sister was on the floor of. Zenna hits the floor and Heavy Metal Mania comes out after her.
Lunam: Things are not looking good for the Zdunich Sisters at all.
Simone: Not at all. They're getting roughed up and I don't think getting into a fistfight with these two was the greatest idea ever.
Lunam: What happens if they keep to this strategy?
Simone: Nothing good. They might find themselves ended and a whole lot of people would be disappointed to see their heroes destroyed. Seleana and Zenna should be smarter than this and they have to know that. I don't know what they could be thinking.
Twisted Sister grabs Zenna and smashes her face first into the ring apron. Zenna staggers back and Iron Maiden runs her into the barricade. Mania flips Zenna up and powerbombs her on the edge of the ring. She crumples to the floor, grimacing in pain. Heavy Metal Mania glowers at her, standing over her menacingly. As Iron Maiden steps back, she and Twisted Sister smirk down at the battered and bleeding Zenna. The two nod at each other and get ready to go for the kill. Suddenly, Seleans runs up behind Iron Maiden and drills her from behind with a high knee strike to the spine. Iron Maiden goes face first into the ringpost. Iron Maiden goes down hard and bleeding like a stuck pig. Twisted Sister turns to face her and starts a new trading flurry, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana, Sister, Seleana. Twisted Sister rears back to nail the now bleeding Seleana, seemingly loving that Seleana drew blood on her as well. Before she can swing, Zenna punches the Maniac in the back of her knees. Twisted Sister staggers and Seleana catches her for a spinning spinebuster on the floor. Wildside drags Twisted Sister up to her feet and run her into the ring. Zenna follows her in and gets a springboard senton for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TWISTED SISTER KICKS OUT!
Seleana comes up into the ring and the Zdunich Sisters get Twisted Sister up vertical again. They both give her reverse knife-edge chops, the crowd "wooing" as they do so. They whip Twisted Sister across the ring. The Maniac rebounds off the opposite ropes and Wildside gets a double hot shot, dropping the larger woman throatfirst across the top rope. Twisted Sister snaps back, crashing to the mat flat on her back. Seleana goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
IRON MAIDEN BREAKS IT UP!
Iron Maiden cracks Zenna in the mouth, knocking her back into the corner. Iron Maiden goes to follow her in but gets cut off by Seleana. The Sisters stand on either side of Maiden and Zenna spins into a wicked discus lariat while Seleana goes into a chopblock, completing Total Damnation, the finishing move of Zenna's old team with her wife, Linnéa Lacroix, the Fallen Angels. Iron Maiden goes down hard. Wildside goes back over to Twisted Sister and hit a double spinning elbow smash. Seleana steps outside onto the apron while Zenna runs across the ring. Zenna comes back with a tumbling senton while Seleana hits a slingshot leg drop, hitting the Holy Roller. The crowd cheers as Seleans pulls Twisted Sister up to her feet and then ducks into position for an electric chair. Zenna hurries to the corner as Seleana gets Twisted Sister up to the astonishment of everyone watching. Zenna reaches the top rope and nods. Seleans hits an electric chair facebuster, Zenna timing her leap so that she connects with a top rope legdrop to the neck of Twisted Sister, completing their Ride The Lightning finisher. Seleana covers Twisted Sister while Zenna watches for Iron Maiden just in case a comeback is attempted.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, Wildside!
Seleana and Zenna embrace, celebrating their victory and gaining vengeance over Heavy Metal Mania for their actions over the last few SCW shows.
Lunam: Wilside did it! They overcame and knocked these girls down a peg.
Simone: Heavy Metal Mania brought the heat and Wildside did not wilt. They fought back and made believers out of anyone still doubting them.
Lunam: Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden sought to make everyone see the name Zdunich be under a big pile of the most odorous excrement known to humankind and it appears the Sisters not only brought suitable shovels but somehow shielded themselves from the onslaught that was coming.
Simone: Maybe Heavy Metal Mania should have been ready to shield themselves because the onslaught of that smell came back on them!
Earlier this eveing....
Backstage at Dickies Arena in Fort Worth, Texas, the camera cuts away from the roaring crowd and opens on Ms. Rocky Mountains standing beside the infamous SCW Roulette Wheel. The massive wheel looms behind her beneath the bright backstage lighting, its colored wedges promising chaos, pain, and unpredictability in equal measure. The low hum of anticipation seems to linger in the air as Ms. Rocky Mountains stands poised with microphone in hand, a confident smile already spread across her face.
The camera slowly pulls back, widening the shot to reveal Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas standing on one side of the wheel with her championship belt draped proudly over her shoulder, while challenger Cassie Wolfe stands opposite her, focused and ready. Both women keep their eyes trained on the wheel, knowing that in mere moments it will determine what kind of battle awaits them later tonight on the grand stage of Blaze of Glory XV.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Blaze of Glory Fifteen here tonight from Dickies Arena in Fort Worth, Texas! And standing with me at this time are the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas and her challenger tonight, Cassie Wolfe! We are about to find out exactly what kind of match these two competitors will face off in for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!
Ms. Rocky Mountains turns first toward Alicia, then to Cassie, giving each woman a moment of attention before raising the microphone again.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Alicia, Cassie, the moment has arrived. Are you both ready to find out the stipulation for tonight’s championship match?
Alicia Lukas: I’m ready.
Cassie Wolfe: Let’s do it.
With a grin, Ms. Rocky Mountains steps toward the wheel and places both hands against its edge. Then, with a powerful shove, she sends it spinning hard. The wheel rattles loudly as it turns, the clicking of the pegs growing faster and faster while the camera zooms in tight on the spinning face of the wheel.
The stipulations blur past in a wild rush.
Falls Count Anywhere.
Street Fight.
Ladder Match.
Chain Match.
Submission Match.
The wheel continues to slow, each click now heavier than the last, the suspense building with every passing second. Alicia narrows her eyes. Cassie leans forward slightly. Ms. Rocky Mountains watches with visible anticipation as the pointer creeps forward one final time.
Click.
Click.
Click.
It stops on TEXAS BARROOM BRAWL.
A loud roar of cheers erupts from the fans inside Dickies Arena, the reaction audible even all the way backstage as the camera catches Alicia giving a sharp smirk while Cassie nods with a determined expression.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: There you have it! The stipulation for tonight’s Bombshell Roulette Championship match is officially a Texas Barroom Brawl! Alicia Lukas will defend the Bombshell Roulette Championship against Cassie Wolfe under Texas-sized rules! Best of luck to both of you tonight!
Ms. Rocky Mountains steps aside as Alicia adjusts her championship belt on her shoulder and Cassie gives one last look toward the wheel. Without another word, the champion and challenger head off in opposite directions and out of frame, the camera lingering for a final moment on the wheel still resting on Texas Barroom Brawl before the scene fades out.
Deep in the heart of Fort Worth, just a few miles from Dickies Arena, SCW’s cameras cut live to a wild, shoulder to shoulder honky tonk known as The Silver Spur Saloon, a rough-edged cowboy bar lit by amber neon, beer signs, and strings of dusty bulbs hanging low over scarred wooden tables! Mounted longhorn skulls and old rodeo photographs line the walls, the dance floor has been cleared just enough to make room for a fight, and all around the makeshift battleground a roaring crowd of cowboys, bikers, barflies, and SCW faithful pack in tight with drinks in hand, pounding on the bar and chanting for violence! The ring ropes and turnbuckles have been traded tonight for whiskey bottles, pool cues, poker tables, and anything not bolted down, because this Bombshell Roulette Championship match is not taking place inside a traditional ring at all! This is a Texas Bar Room Brawl, and every inch of the Silver Spur is legal terrain!
Simone: This place is absolute chaos already, and the match has not even started yet! There are no rules, no disqualifications, no count outs, and in a setting like this, that means these two women can use everything in sight!
Lunam: Ah, this is me kind of madness, Belinda! A dirty bar, a rowdy Texas crowd, broken furniture waitin’ tae happen, and two Bombshells about tae batter the life out of each other! This isnae a wrestling match, this is a pub fight with a championship on the line!
Through the swinging front doors steps referee Drew Patton, looking unusually cautious as he picks his way into the bar with the championship bout about to begin! The moment he gets three steps inside, a half-empty beer bottle comes flying across the room from somewhere in the crowd! Drew jerks his head down just in time, the bottle smashing against the wall behind him in a spray of foam and glass! A second later, a crumpled peanut basket and what appears to be a greasy napkin holder come sailing by as well, forcing the official to duck and weave while the patrons howl with laughter!
Simone: Drew Patton may be the bravest referee in SCW history for agreeing to officiate this!
Lunam: Brave or daft, I have nae decided yet! The poor lad hasnae even checked for weapons and he’s already nearly been brained by a Lone Star lager!
The mood inside the Silver Spur rises another level as the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas enters the bar, championship slung over one shoulder, dressed not in ceremonial grandeur but in fight gear ready for war! Despite her heel status, this Fort Worth crowd raises their glasses to her all the same, recognizing the champion’s hard-nosed, no nonsense style as something perfectly suited for this setting! Cheers, whistles, and shouted toasts greet Alicia from every side as she strides forward with that cold, dangerous confidence of hers, eyes scanning the room, jaw set, title glinting in the beer light!
Simone: Listen to this reaction! Alicia Lukas may not be beloved in the traditional sense, but these people respect toughness, and that champion has toughness in abundance!
Lunam: They ken what she brings tae the table, lass! She’s a bruiser, a fighter, and in a place like this that sort o’ attitude gets ye a drink bought and a seat saved!
Alicia casually passes the bar counter, turning her attention toward the center of the room, but as she does a blur suddenly rises from behind the polished oak! Cassie Wolfe explodes upward like a spring, planting one foot on the bar rail and the next on the counter itself before climbing all the way onto the long wooden bartop! For one suspended moment she stands elevated above the entire room, arms out for balance, hair flying, eyes locked on the champion! Then she launches herself into the air with a diving tackle that crashes full force into Alicia’s chest and drives both women to the floor in a heap of limbs, leather, and flying drink spray!
Simone: Cassie Wolfe just came off the bar like a missile!
Lunam: What a start! The wee daredevil has launched herself straight intae the champion and all hell has broken loose!
DING DING DING!
The bell sounds and Drew Patton signals for the match to begin even as Cassie is already throwing forearms from the mount position, pounding Alicia with fast, desperate shots before dragging her up by the hair and whipping her into a nearby poker table! The table flips onto its side as Alicia collides with it, cards and chips scattering everywhere! Cassie keeps the pace blistering, sprinting forward for a dropkick that drives both boots into Alicia’s chest and knocks the champion backward into a knot of startled patrons! Alicia stumbles but stays upright, and when Cassie rushes in again she gets caught with a brutal spinning heel kick to the midsection that folds her in half! Alicia immediately follows with a rolling forearm that snaps Cassie’s head to the side, then grabs her around the waist and hurls her with a snap suplex onto the splintered remains of the overturned poker table!
Simone: That is where Alicia is so dangerous! Cassie is quicker, Cassie is flashier, but Alicia hits like every blow is personal!
Lunam: Strong style in a saloon, Belinda! That champion is turnin’ the furniture intae extensions o’ her own body!
Alicia drags Cassie up and slams her face first into the bar top, then peppers her with stiff shoot kicks to the thigh and ribs, each one cracking loudly enough to be heard over the crowd! Cassie tries to cover up, but Alicia yanks her by the arm and hauls her up onto the long wooden counter itself! With a vicious shove, Alicia sends Cassie sliding across the slick bartop through spilled beer, broken glass, loose bottles, and overturned shot glasses! Cassie skids helplessly the entire length of the bar, arms flailing as glass and foam spray in all directions, before she shoots right off the far end and crashes violently into a stack of folded chairs! The pile collapses under her in a thunderous clatter while nearby patrons dive out of the way to save themselves!
Simone: Good lord! Alicia just turned that entire bar into a launch ramp!
Lunam: She sent Cassie ridin’ that counter like a human shuffleboard puck! There’s broken furniture halfway tae Dallas!
Alicia stalks down the side of the counter to continue the attack, but Cassie fights back with a desperate kick to the knee that slows the champion long enough for the challenger to scramble upright! Cassie rushes forward and catches Alicia with a hurricanrana that sends the champion tumbling head over heels into a stack of wooden chairs! The crowd erupts as Cassie pops back to her feet, breathing hard but grinning, adrenaline lighting her up! She charges, leaps onto a chair seat, then off a table, and drives a flying clothesline into Alicia that smashes them both through another row of seats!
Cassie grabs a heavy pitcher of beer from a nearby table and raises it over her head as if she is about to smash it across Alicia’s skull! The crowd gasps and Alicia instinctively ducks low, both hands coming up to protect herself! Cassie flashes a quick, wicked grin and instead tips the pitcher forward, dumping the entire contents over Alicia’s head and chest! Beer drenches the champion from hair to boots, running down her face and soaking her gear while the patrons explode in laughter and approval!
Simone: She faked her out! Cassie never swung the pitcher, she just poured the whole thing over Alicia!
Lunam: That is humiliatin’! The champion’s been marinated like Saturday night brisket!
Furious, Alicia lunges, but Cassie springs away and blasts her with a superkick that catches Alicia flush under the chin! Alicia reels backward, and Cassie hooks her head for a DDT onto the bar rail! The champion bounces awkwardly and rolls away, but Cassie is on the move again, sprinting across the room and diving through the ropes of a decorative partition with a suicide dive style body block that sends Alicia crashing clean through the swinging door marked MEN! The door flies off one hinge as both women tumble into the restroom with a crash loud enough to silence even the bar for a moment before the crowd breaks into laughter and shock!
Simone: Oh no, they have crashed right into the men’s room!
Lunam: God help whoever was in there conductin’ business!
A beat later the men’s room door bursts open and a half dozen panicked cowboys come stumbling and sprinting out, one holding up his pants, another clutching a hat that clearly is not his, each fleeing the destruction inside! A few seconds after that, Alicia storms out of the restroom alone, hair wild, gear disheveled, and face twisted with disgust!
Alicia Lukas: GOD IT STINKS IN THERE!
The crowd howls! Then from inside the restroom comes the unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing! Cassie Wolfe emerges a second later, oddly composed, drying her hands on a paper towel before tossing it aside and immediately superkicking Alicia in the face to restart the fight!
Simone: I cannot believe what I am watching!
Lunam: This is the greatest bar fight in SCW history and I’ll hear nothin’ against it!
Cassie tries for a quick cover on the sticky wooden floor near the restroom entrance!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Alicia powers out angrily and shoves Cassie off, then catches her with a low dropkick to the knee! Cassie crumples, and Alicia quickly rises to blast her with a pair of German suplexes on the hard floor, the second one dumping Cassie perilously close to a dart board mounted beside a support beam! Alicia charges in, but Cassie throws herself out of the way and the champion slams shoulder first into the wall beneath the dart board! In an instant Cassie snatches a handful of darts from a delighted cowboy standing nearby, wheels around, and starts throwing them rapid fire at Alicia! One thuds into the wall inches from Alicia’s cheek, another whips past her shoulder, and a third nearly catches her ear as Alicia desperately dives aside and hits the floor to avoid getting skewered!
Simone: Cassie is throwing darts at Alicia!
Lunam: She nearly pinned the champion tae the wall like a wanted poster! Alicia had tae dive for her life there!
Alicia scrambles back up in a rage and drives a stiff knee into Cassie’s midsection, then follows with Muay Thai knees against the side of the bar, one to the ribs, one to the sternum, and one that glances off the jaw! Cassie sags against the polished wood counter, dazed! Then comes one of the strangest and most delightful moments of the night! Reaching blindly over the bar, Cassie snatches a cowboy’s untouched whiskey, tips it back, and downs the whole thing in one go before slamming the glass down and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand!
Simone: Did Cassie just steal that man’s drink?
Lunam: She did, and fair play tae her! That’s liquid courage right there! This match is pure Texas insanity!
Revived by the impromptu shot, Cassie bursts forward with a dropkick that sends Alicia stumbling backward toward the pool area where two cowboys have been trying, with no success, to continue their game despite the ongoing carnage! Alicia collides with one side of the table, Cassie leaps after her, and the two women crash bodily onto the green felt together! Every single pool ball rockets loose at once, exploding across the room like gunfire as the cue sticks bounce away and both women slide over the surface and tumble off the opposite side in a tangled heap!
Simone: There goes the pool game!
Lunam: The eight ball’s in low orbit! They’ve wiped out the whole table and spilled off the other side like a pair o’ wildcats!
Alicia gets up first and sends Cassie crashing into a nearby jukebox with a hard Irish whip! The old fashioned machine rattles, lights flashing, and suddenly begins blaring Amarillo by Morning through the saloon speakers!
Simone: The jukebox just came on!
Lunam: We’ve got ourselves a soundtrack now!
The bizarre energy of the room takes over! A laughing cowboy near the dance floor reaches out, grabs Alicia by the hand, and spins her into a quick, perfectly timed Texas two step! For a few seconds Alicia actually goes with it, boots gliding across the floor, one hand still half raised in fighting stance as the crowd roars at the absurdity! Cassie, rubbing the back of her neck, sees the scene and storms forward with a bar stool raised over her head! Alicia ducks away at the last second and Cassie accidentally smashes the stool across the cowboy’s head, sending him sprawling in cartoonish fashion! The music screeches to a stop and the fight resumes as Alicia pounces with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker across her knee!
Simone: That poor cowboy wanted a dance and got a stool to the skull!
Lunam: Occupational hazard in Fort Worth, apparently!
Alicia goes for another cover amid broken stool pieces and spilled beer!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The champion snarls, then drags Cassie toward the pool tables! She slams Cassie onto the green felt of a second table, climbs up after her, and tries for a tiger suplex right there on the felt! Cassie fights free with elbows to the side of Alicia’s head, then backflips off the table to her feet and yanks Alicia down throat-first across the table edge! Alicia doubles over, and Cassie quickly scrambles up onto a nearby table before launching a moonsault that wipes the champion out in spectacular fashion! The crowd chants Cassie’s name as she struggles to capitalize, pulling Alicia up and driving her with a suplex onto a pile of shattered cue sticks and peanut shells!
Still, Alicia will not stay down! She catches Cassie coming in with a sudden spinebuster that rattles the floorboards, then a snapmare and a savage penalty kick to the back that echoes through the bar! Cassie arches in pain, and Alicia seizes her by the wrist, slings her toward the front windows, and follows with a slingshot spear from the outside in! She uses the window ledge for elevation and spears Cassie through a row of small cocktail tables! Drinks and peanuts rain everywhere as both women collapse!
Simone: Alicia Lukas just turned the front of this bar into a wrecking zone!
Lunam: Cassie Wolfe may be broken in half after that spear! The champion is hittin’ another gear here!
Alicia hoists Cassie up again, but now the challenger fires back with pure desperation! She lands a sharp arm drag onto the splintered boards, then a shining wizard, The Greenest Wizard, smashing her knee into Alicia’s temple as the champion rises! Alicia staggers against the wall beneath a mounted deer head, and before she can recover someone in the crowd, perhaps overexcited, perhaps just deeply Texan, hands Cassie a live squirrel!
Simone: Wait, what in the world?
Lunam: Is that a squirrel? Why is there a squirrel in the bar?!
Cassie looks at the tiny, frantic creature for one ridiculous instant, shrugs, and hurls it directly into Alicia’s face! The squirrel clings to the champion in a furry frenzy, scratching and scrambling across her shoulders and hair! Alicia shrieks in outrage and stumbles blindly around the room trying to pry it off while the entire saloon descends into hysterics! Cassie takes advantage with a running soccer kick to the face of the seated, squirrel-attacked champion!
Lunam: GOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!! Right in the coupon, squirrel and all!
Simone: I never thought I would say this sentence, but Alicia Lukas is being mauled by wildlife!
Eventually the critter is coaxed away by a patron with peanuts, leaving Alicia furious and disoriented! Cassie senses the biggest moment of her career, drags Alicia onto the bar counter itself, and climbs up with her! The entire saloon stands as Cassie hooks the champion, trying for the Down Under Driver on the bar top, but Alicia blocks it, clubs Cassie across the back, and answers with vicious knees to the body! She then hoists Cassie onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry position! Cassie wriggles free, lands behind, shoves Alicia into hanging liquor glasses, and scrambles up onto a support beam near the bar shelves! With astonishing balance, Cassie launches the Air Aussie, a breathtaking 450 splash off the beam and down onto Alicia and the bar counter below! The wood bows under the impact and bottles shatter everywhere!
Cassie hooks the leg, title within reach, the whole bar counting with her!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: I thought that was it! I thought we had a new champion!
Lunam: Alicia Lukas has survived everything, including alcohol theft, toilet warfare, dancin’, dart dodgin’, and a squirrel assault! How in God’s name is she still alive in this match?!
Cassie can hardly believe it, and that split second of frustration costs her! She drags Alicia up one more time, trying to force the issue with another hurricanrana near the broken front door, but Alicia plants her feet, catches Cassie in mid-motion, and muscles her upward onto her shoulders! Cassie throws elbows, tries to escape, but Alicia marches right through the center of the wrecked saloon, teeth gritted, balance perfect despite the damage! Then she launches Cassie upward and drives her knee first into her face with the Georgia Drop, the devastating GTS variant that has ended many careers!
Cassie crumples to the floor in a heap!
Simone: Georgia Drop! Georgia Drop! Alicia got all of it!
Lunam: That’s it! That has tae be it! Cassie’s lights have gone completely out!
Alicia falls on top of the challenger, hooking both legs tightly as Drew Patton slides in through broken glass and slaps the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Alicia Lukas!
The patrons of The Silver Spur Saloon raise their drinks once more as Alicia Lukas slowly sits up, battered, scratched, soaked, and triumphant! Drew Patton retrieves the Bombshell Roulette Championship and hands it to her, and Alicia snatches it with a fierce expression before rising unsteadily to her feet! She lifts the title high over her head as the crowd roars approval for the surviving champion, while Cassie Wolfe lies on the wrecked floor, valiant but defeated after one of the most insane battles ever produced under the Roulette banner!
Simone: What an unbelievable championship fight! Cassie Wolfe brought speed, fearlessness, and pure heart into one of the most hostile environments imaginable, but Alicia Lukas proved exactly why she is the Bombshell Roulette Champion! She adapted, she endured, and when the opening finally came, she ended it with authority!
Lunam: That was carnage, comedy, and championship grit all rolled intae one glorious mess! Cassie Wolfe threw everythin’ she had at Alicia Lukas and nearly pulled off the upset of the year, but the champion weathered the storm, survived the madness, and put her away with the Georgia Drop! Alicia Lukas walks out o’ Fort Worth still champion, and after that war, nobody can say she didnae earn it tonight!
The scene opens backstage at Blaze of Glory XV where we see one of the three Bombshells competing for a future shot at the Bombshell Roulette Title Harper Mason as she gets set to face Amelia Reynolds and Bea Barnhart in a Ladder Match.
Harper: Going from a show that I was expecting to miss to actually being booked in a Roulette Contenders Match is quite the leap.
Harper comments as she brushes some hair out of her eyes.
Harper: But I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially with a title shot at stake! Amelia has been on a tear since she returned and Bea has been a thorn in my side since day one.
Harper adds as she folds her arms.
Harper: But neither of them are getting in between me and Alicia or Cassie.
Harper goes to walk off.
Harper: See you in the ring.
Harper walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall…
Breaking The Law by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davis, wearing a 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 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.
Justin: And his opponent…
The arena lights dim and Hollywood Undead's "Day Of The Dead" erupts from the sound system. The crowd turns its attention to the entrance to see a figure crawling like an insect along the stage. Clad in an ankle-length leather jacket adorned in chains, Anthrax rises up into a crouched position, arms resting on his legs, as he looks from left to right and all over -- then breaks into a creepy smile, showing his teeth.
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From the Asylum, weighing two hundred and seven pounds -- Anthrax!
Anthrax slowly stands up and walks erratically down the aisle, getting close to the barricades where the fans move back and away. He stops at ringside and stares at the fans near him before turning towards the ring. Anthrax doesn’t enter the ring at first, but instead watches and stalks Liam from the outside, as he moves around the ring, as Liam watches him and demands him to get into the ring, waiting for him to pounce.
Anthrax smiles and waves taunting him as the ref keep Liam back. Anthrax leaps onto the apron and then climbs into the ring.
Anthrax charges in and grabs Davis and tackles him down to the mat, as the ref indicates for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING!
Simone: Even before the bell rings, Anthrax continues to get into Davis’s head and once inside the ring, he tackles him to the mat and then the ref ring the bell.
Anthrax fires in a flurry of wild punches on Davis, as Davis blocks a few shots before turning and getting to his knees, which Anthrax moves back to his feet and backs off a little, as Davis rises back up but Anthrax moves back in and delivers a kick to the torso and arm, before attempting another which is blocked before Davis turns and he and Anthrax then begin to trade blows back and forth before Anthrax breaks and ducks passed Davis and grabs him around the waist for a waist lock, which is only brief, as Davis counters but Anthrax then counters but Davis counters and this happens several more times before Davis throws an elbow back and catches Anthrax in the face.
Lunam: Anthrax unleashes on Davis, which Davis does his best to cover up before Anthrax climbs to his feet as does Davis, as Anthrax moves in and delivers some kicks before being blocked. They then begin to trade blows back and forth before Anthrax breaks and locks in a waist lock.
Anthrax takes a step back holding his face before glaring and goes for a high kick, which Davis dodges before approaching and Anthrax and slaps him and begins to fire in some insults, which Anthrax smirks before firing in a boot to Davis’s chest and then fires in kicks to Davis’s body and legs, which forces Davis back into a corner.
Once in the corner, Anthrax drives in a knee into Davis’s chest before firing in some punches to his torso, as Davis covers up the best he can. He then reaches out and grabs Anthrax’s leg and then pushes him backwards before he trips him up and then he leaps onto him and instead of going for a pin he grabs Anthrax around the arm and pulls him up.
Simone: After several counters between the two, Davis throws an elbow back, which rocks Anthrax. Anthrax takes a step back as he tries to surprise Davis with a kick, but it’s dodged and Davis smirks and slaps him.
Lunam: Very unsportsmanlike… but I doubt he cares as he then fires in some insults, which Anthrax responds with a blook to the check and then more kicks to his body and legs, which backs him into a corner.
Simone: Davis tries to cover up before Davis then grabs Anthrax’s leg and trip him up.
The ref moves in looking for a pin, as Davis then grabs Anthrax around the head, as Anthrax moves to his knees as Davis switches positions and grabs him around the waist, as Anthrax thinks about a way out, but Davis hooks an arm, but Anthrax then tucks his head in and rolls onto his back as he kicks his legs about and wraps an arm around Davis’s head, as he then tries to hook a leg around his head as well trying to avoid any possible pin.
Anthrax twists and turns trying to get Davis into a position, as he then rolls sideways with Davis’s arm trapped in an armbar, but Davis quickly slips free and they both make their way to their feet with Anthrax shaking his head at the lack of success.
Lunam: Davis leaps onto Anthrax but doesn’t go for a pin, but the ref checks it anyway. Davis slowly hunts for a submission move, as Anthrax hunts for a way out.
Simone: With neither succeeding, Davis breaks and he and Anthrax make their way to their feet.
They move around the ring once more taking a moment before both rushing in and begin to brawl, as they trade punches both and forth before Davis drives a knee up into Anthrax’s stomach, which doubles Anthrax over and Davis grabs Anthrax around the head and begins to drive his knee up into Anthrax face before driving an elbow down across the back of Anthrax’s neck, which drops him to a knee and Davis follows up by taking a step back before firing in a kick to the side of his head.
Lunam: Things reset, as Davis and Anthrax take a moment before rushing in and explodes into a brawl. Davis break and drives a knee up into Anthrax’s stomach, he then fires in knees to Anthrax’s face and then an elbow to the neck before giving him a kick to the head.
Simone: feels like Davis unloaded on Anthrax there.
Anthrax falls to the side, and Davis quickly pounces and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Lunam: Davis goes for a pin, but Anthrax kicks out.
Anthrax kicks out, as Davis shakes his head as he mounts Anthrax and begins to fire in some punches before he climbs off Anthrax and grabs him by the hair and drags him up and then Irish whips him hard into a corner and Davis follows up with a yakuza kick and Anthrax drops down in the corner, where Davis then begins to boot him in the chest over and over before placing a foot onto his neck and chokes him, but the ref tells him to release and Davis holds it in place before backing off and Anthrax rolls to the side and then rolls himself from the ring and lands on the outside with a thump.
Simone: Davis mounts Anthrax and delivers some rapid-fire punches before dragging him up and Irish whips him into the corner. Davis follows up with a vicious yakuza kick. Anthrax has no response, as Davis boots and then chokes Anthrax before being forces to release and Anthrax rolls from the ring.
Lunam: This is more like it.
The ref admonishes Davis, who shrugs them off and he then climbs from the ring and moves around to where Anthrax is, as the ref demands Davis to come back into the ring, as he approaches Anthrax and pulls him up, where we see blood coming from Anthrax’s nose.
Davis smirks as he pushes Anthrax up against the ring post, where he fires in a chop to his chest. Anthrax holds his chest, as the ref demands Davis bring the action back into the ring before starting a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Davis climbs from the ring and proceeds to work on anthrax has he delivers a couple of chops to his chest.
Davis hits another chop.
THREE!
FOUR!
Davis pulls Anthrax up once again, as Davis attempts another chop, but this time Anthrax ducks and Davis’s arm connects with the ring post and he cries out in pain, as Anthrax crawls away.
Lunam: Davis goes for another chop but Anthrax ducks and Davis’s arm hits the ring post with a loud clatter. He is lucky he didn’t break his arm.
FIVE!
SIX!
Anthrax moves back to his feet, as he wipes his nose across the back of his hand and looks at the blood and smiles. Davis turns shaking his arm and Anthrax looks up and slowly rolls into the ring to break the count and he slides back out and he then grabs Davis and spins him around to face him, and he boots him in the stomach before hitting a snap suplex onto the mat as the ref makes a new count…
Simone: the ref is up to six, as Anthrax sees the blood and he moves in and out of the ring, where he goes to Davis and hits a snap suplex.
ONE!
TWO!
Anthrax moves over Davis and drops down and he lifts Davis’s head up and bites down on his head, which Davis kicks his legs about before Anthrax climbs off him and drags him up, where he hits a short arm clothesline.
Lunam: Anthrax takes a bite of Davis before dragging him back to his feet and hits a short arm clothesline.
THREE!
FOUR!
Anthrax pulls Davis back up and rolls him back into the ring…
FIVE!
Anthrax follows close behind, as she stumbles to his feet and grabs Davis by the hand and drags him to the corner, where he backs up and then charges in and hits a cannonball senton into Davis. Anthrax rolls backwards and grabs Davis’s foot and drags him from the corner and goes for a pin…
Simone: the action is returned to the ring and Anthrax hits a cannonball senton before going for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Davis thrusts his arm up, as Anthrax shakes his head and climbs to his feet, where he drags Davis up, where he then lifts Davis up onto his shoulders, as he looks to finish Davis, but once on his shoulders Davis begins to wriggle and squirm and drops down behind Anthrax, Anthrax turns and goes to spit the green mist but Davis ducks it and he stands back up and grabs Anthrax and hits a jawbreaker.
Lunam: Davis kicks out, as Anthrax looks for the death valley driver, but Davis wriggles free and he drops down and ducks the green mist before catching Anthrax with a jawbreaker.
Anthrax stumbles backwards and Davis rushes forward and drops kicks Anthrax’s knee, which drops Anthrax down to the mat and Davis then quickly crawls over to Anthrax and sets him and locks in the triangle choke and locks it tight. Anthrax tries to fight and escape but can’t and begins to fade before limply tapping out.
Simone: Anthrax is in trouble here and that triangle choke is hard to escape.
Lunam: And he does tap.
DING DING DING!
Davis releases the submission hold and pushes Anthrax away.
Justin: Winner of this match by submission… Liam Davis.
Simone: Justice for Liam Davis.
Davis’s music hits over the p.a, as he slowly makes his way to his feet as the ref grabs his arm and raises it high.
The camera shot cuts backstage to the dressing room where Bea Barnhart is located. They wait for Bea to open the door and walk out and the camera person then focuses on Bea. Seeing the camera pointed at her Bea launches into comments concerning her match against Harper Mason and Amelia Reynolds.
Bea: I will make a few short comments concerning my Triple Threat Ladder Match to earn a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship down the way. I assure you that facing off against Harper Mason and Amelia Reynolds will be so easy for me to accomplish that I warn the viewers that once the bell rings for our match if you blink your eyes or look to the side you will miss my decisive win over them.
The backstage person informs Bea that she needs to be at the Staging Area in less than five minutes.
Bea: I will make my closing comment quick since I have to get to the Staging Area in a minutes. Harper and Amelia you two need to be ready to have me quickly beat you two down and win the match. I do not want to hear any whining and crying from you two after I quickly defeat you. So, girls, see you in the ring shortly.
Bea waves off the camera person then she struts down the hallway to get to the entrance area to make her entrance for her match.
Justin: The following match is the triple threat ladder match for the number one contender ship of the SCW bombshells roulette championship. Introducing first
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start..
Justin: Now in the ring standing 5’5 from Lawrenceville Georgia Bea Barnhart
The lights in the arena snap out as the jagged electronic rhythm of "Better on Mute" by Sophie Powers rattles across the personal address system. A hot pink glow crosses the stage, rippling in time with the beat, which is sharp enough to rattle the barricades. Powers' grungy sound catches the attention of the crowd, who give a mixed reaction upon the twinkling lights blinking onto the stage in bright white and silver.
Through the glare, Amelia Reynolds steps out from behind the curtain, rhinestone-studded jacket catching the light with every confident step she takes. She stops at center stage, her smirk playful but precise, chin tilted toward the crowd as she turns into the strobe.
A few seconds later, Dickie Watson joins her. He's steady and calm, his gaze flicking toward her with the kind of quiet pride that doesn’t need an announcement. When he reaches her side, Amelia leans into him for a moment, looping her arm through his and pressing her cheek lightly to his shoulder. It’s soft, almost sweet, at least until the next beat drops.
The moment the bass hits, she lets go, stepping forward into the light like she’s flipping a switch. Her whole demeanor shifts. Sugar turned spark, grin wide and wicked as she starts down the ramp. The lights catch on the silver edge of her jacket as she walks, each step hitting clean with the rhythm. Halfway down the ramp, the chorus slams through the speakers. Amelia stops, turns toward the hard cam, and raises a finger to her lips not necessarily to hush, but to make a point.
Then, with a laugh caught between defiance and delight, she sings along, echoing with lyrics, “Better on mute, fuck you, I’ll do it myself.”
The line lands, the crowd reacts, and she answers with a sharp wink before continuing forward. Behind her, Dickie’s smirk deepens, head shaking slightly as he follows at an easy pace, amused and quietly protective..
Justin: Representing Wolfslair...from the beaches of the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia..."The Skyborn" AMEEEEELIIAAAAAAAA REEEEYYYYNOOOOLLLLLDDDDSSSSSS!!!!
At ringside, Amelia brushes her fingertips along the apron, then springs up in one clean motion. She balances for a breath, hair catching the light, before pushing off into a flawless springboard over the ropes. She lands in a low crouch, grinning toward the camera before rising.
Climbing the second rope in the nearest corner, Amelia poses with one hand under her chin, the other tracing the air near her lips as the lights pulse pink and silver around her. When she hops down, she slips off her jacket and tosses it toward Dickie, who catches it at ringside with a quiet smirk.
She takes a few slow steps toward the turnbuckle she's slated to go into, shoulders rolling as the last notes echo through the arena. The crowd’s noise swells and she looks out over it, her chin tilted, eyes glinting beneath the haze, before the corner of her mouth pulls into a grin as her music fades out.
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 “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh applauds his charge from the outside.
DING DING DING!
The arena lights shimmer across the steel ladder already standing ominously at ringside while the briefcase containing the Bombshells Roulette Championship contract sways high above the ring. The bell sounds and immediately the tension between the three competitors crackles like electricity. Amelia Reynolds glides forward with her poised elegance, platinum hair flicking over her shoulder as she flexes her wrists with that eerie calm. Harper Mason bounces on the balls of her feet with youthful energy, throwing a couple quick Taekwondo kicks into the air while Bea Barnhart watches both women carefully, arms folded and expression calculating. Suddenly Amelia darts in with a quick arm drag on Harper, flowing seamlessly into another as Bea charges forward only to be taken down with a spinning headscissors that sends her tumbling to the mat. Harper pops up instantly and responds with a dropkick that catches Amelia flush in the chest, staggering the Skyborn back into the ropes as the crowd roars.
Lunam: This is the beauty of a ladder match, Simone. Three very different styles and only one briefcase waiting above them.
Simone: And Amelia Reynolds just tried to turn this into a ballet, but Harper Mason is bringing the fight right back!
Lunam: And don't forget Bea Barnhart. She's the most experienced of the three and that makes her dangerous.
Harper charges forward looking to keep momentum, but Bea suddenly grabs her arm and twists into a sharp technical arm wringer, dropping Mason hard with a snapmare before planting a precise knee into the small of her back. Bea moves like a veteran predator now, dragging Harper up only to connect with a stiff round kick to the thigh that buckles the rookie momentarily. Amelia re-enters the fray with a lightning fast forearm strike to Bea’s jaw, then another, snapping Barnhart’s head back before bouncing off the ropes and launching into a stunning springboard crossbody that wipes Bea out. The crowd erupts as Amelia pops to her feet, brushing her hairline calmly as if nothing happened. Harper returns quickly though, catching Amelia with a spinning roundhouse kick to the ribs before grabbing her arm and whipping her toward the corner. Amelia leaps onto the turnbuckles mid-run and flips backward into a breathtaking moonsault that crashes down onto both opponents.
Simone: Oh my word! Amelia Reynolds just used both of them as landing pads!
Lunam: That's why she's called Skyborn. Gravity seems optional for her.
With both opponents stunned, Amelia rolls out of the ring and begins dragging a steel ladder toward the apron. Dickie Watson watches calmly nearby, arms crossed as his protege and girlfriend slides the ladder inside the ring. Amelia pushes it upright carefully, eyes flicking toward the briefcase hanging above like a hunter gauging distance. She begins climbing slowly but Harper Mason springs back to life, sprinting up the opposite side of the ladder with astonishing speed. The two women begin exchanging punches near the top rung while the crowd stands. Amelia lands a sharp forearm but Harper answers with a brutal headbutt that rocks the Skyborn. Suddenly Bea Barnhart reappears underneath, tipping the ladder violently. Both Amelia and Harper crash hard to the mat in a chaotic heap while Bea stands over them with a satisfied grin.
Simone: Oh that was nasty! Bea just dumped them both like yesterday's trash!
Lunam: That is the veteran instinct I mentioned. She waited for the perfect moment.
Bea wastes no time capitalizing as she drags Harper up and tosses her toward the ropes. Mason rebounds and Bea drives her hip into Harper with the Hip Attack, sending the rookie flipping backward onto the canvas. Amelia staggers up but Bea hooks her quickly and plants her face-first with the Bea Bulldog. The Georgian technician then grabs Amelia’s leg and twists smoothly into the dreaded Pretzel figure-four leglock in the center of the ring. Amelia grimaces in pain, clawing toward the ropes even though rope breaks mean nothing here. Bea cranks back mercilessly until Harper dives in with a running dropkick that shatters the hold. Harper rolls to her feet and immediately unleashes a flurry of martial arts kicks, one catching Bea’s ribs, another snapping against her shoulder before finishing with a spinning heel kick that drops Barnhart to one knee.
Simone: Harper Mason is firing up now!
Lunam: Those Taekwondo strikes are lightning fast.
Harper suddenly grabs Bea by the wrist and spins her around, attempting the Into the Earth ripcord elbow but Bea ducks and shoves Harper straight into the ladder leaning in the corner. The impact echoes through the arena. Amelia uses the moment to springboard off the ropes with a dazzling corkscrew plancha over the top rope, wiping both Harper and Bea out on the outside floor in spectacular fashion. The crowd explodes as Amelia lands gracefully and then pushes the ladder back inside. She slides in after it and positions it directly beneath the briefcase once again. Slowly she begins the climb, each step measured. Her fingertips nearly brush the contract when Harper slides back into the ring and leaps onto Amelia’s back, dragging her off the ladder into a devastating sunset powerbomb.
Simone: Harper just countered gravity itself!
Lunam: Amelia almost had it. That was inches away.
Harper wastes no time now. She stands the ladder upright again and begins climbing quickly. The crowd senses the possibility of victory but Bea storms back in and shoves the ladder sideways. Harper leaps at the last second, grabbing the ropes to save herself while Bea begins climbing from the opposite side. The two women trade punches near the top when suddenly Amelia springboards onto the ladder itself, balancing precariously as she launches a diving meteora that crushes both women and sends all three crashing to the mat in a violent explosion of bodies and steel. Amelia clutches her ribs but still rises first, adrenaline carrying her as she nails Harper with the THX AIDEN running knee strike that nearly turns Mason inside out.
Simone: Amelia just leveled Harper Mason!
Lunam: That knee might have knocked her out cold!
Amelia takes a breath and performs that signature under-chin gesture toward the camera before climbing the ladder yet again. But Bea suddenly grabs Amelia’s ankle and yanks her down violently before launching her throat-first across the top rope with the Dog Bite maneuver. Amelia collapses coughing while Bea climbs with determination etched across her face. Her fingers begin reaching for the briefcase latch when Harper Mason suddenly vaults up the ladder behind her with astonishing agility. Harper grabs Bea’s shoulder and yanks her backward into the Encore Set torture rack position balanced dangerously atop the ladder. The crowd gasps as Harper leaps backward off the structure, driving Bea down into a crushing flatliner that shakes the entire ring.
Simone: OH MY GOD! Harper just jumped off the ladder with the Encore Set!
Lunam: That might have taken Bea Barnhart completely out of this match!
Simone: And look at Amelia trying to recover too!
The crowd begins chanting as Harper slowly drags herself back to her feet, exhaustion written across her face but determination burning in her eyes. Bea lies motionless near the ropes while Amelia struggles on the apron trying to regain her breath. Harper steadies the ladder one final time and begins climbing rung by rung. Amelia leaps from the apron attempting a last desperate springboard but Harper reacts instantly with a savage forearm strike that knocks the Skyborn crashing back to the floor outside. With both opponents finally down, Harper reaches the top and fumbles with the clasp for a tense moment before ripping the briefcase free. The bell rings immediately as she holds it high above her head, disbelief turning into pure joy while the crowd erupts.
Simone: She did it! Harper Mason has the contract!
Lunam: What an incredible performance from all three women, but tonight belongs to the Slaytanic Avenger!
Justin: Here is your winner! HARPER MASON!
Harper sits atop the ladder clutching the briefcase tightly while the crowd cheers wildly. Amelia leans against the barricade outside the ring, offering a respectful nod despite the loss, while Bea slowly rolls over inside the ring still feeling the effects of that devastating ladder crash. The young rookie stands tall tonight, contract in hand, and now the Bombshells Roulette Championship is firmly in her future.
A camera comes up on Alexandra in the backstage area where she’s standing with LJ prior to her match. The two seem to be in a conversation where he’s clearly hyping her up. The two share a kiss and there’s a tap on her shoulder. She pulls back from LJ for a moment, her forehead pressed against his for a split second more. Pulling away she turns to the camera looking into it, practically staring into all the souls looking at their screens.
Alexandra: Victoria, you and I, this constant need to shed each other’s blood consistently, the fact that you brought your brother into this, darling he couldn’t get the job done. There’s no way you are going to get rid of me either. You can beat me down, try to break me and every single time I’m going to come right back. There is no stopping me from what I can do.
Alexandra turns her attention back to the camera, the intensity in her eyes somehow sharper now.
Alexandra: You think this is some game you can end whenever you get bored, Victoria? No. You started something you don’t know how to finish. Every time you swing, every time you drag my name into another fight, all you’re doing is reminding everyone exactly why I refuse to stay down. Pain doesn’t scare me, and neither do you. If anything, you’ve only made me stronger, more focused. Tonight isn’t about settling scores, it’s about proving that no matter what you throw at me, I’m still standing right here.
Alexandra lets out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders like she’s already preparing for the fight ahead.
Alexandra: You keep coming at me like eventually I’ll crack. Like one more fight, one more cheap shot, one more stunt with your family and suddenly Alexandra finally stays down. But you still don’t get it, do you? I don’t break the way you want me to. I bend, I bleed, I get back up, and I keep walking straight through whatever you put in front of me.
She tilts her head slightly, an almost amused look crossing her face.
Alexandra: So if you’re waiting for the day I disappear… you’re going to be waiting a very long time.
She pauses looking over at LJ, he gives her a small smile and she looks back at him.
Alexandra: I’m done when I say I’m done. Until then, accept it. I’m here to stay and no matter how many times you knock me down I’m going to get right back up and keep coming. Win or lose tonight, I know my path, question is, do you?
With that she turns back to him and they make their way offscreen for her to prepare for her match and he for his.
The camera fades in backstage. The lighting is dim, flickering over stacks of barbed wire-wrapped boards and a table littered with shards of broken glass. Mercedes Vargas stands at the center, her arms crossed, her gear already half on as if she’s been waiting for this night her whole life. There’s no music, no theatrics, just that trademark Vargas smirk as she turns to the camera. She exhales slowly, almost a laugh but sharp with contempt, then tilts her head as if studying the lens like it’s Crystal herself.
Mercedes: You can smell it in the air, can’t you? That mix of fear and adrenaline… like the moment before a car crash. That’s what tonight is, Crystal, the crash we’ve been driving toward for months. You think you’re walking into a fight for your family? I’m walking into an execution. And guess what? You’re the one wearing the blindfold.
Mercedes’ smirk fades as she steps closer, the tension in her jaw tightening until the camera catches the flicker of anger behind her eyes.
Mercedes: Everyone keeps asking me why. Why burn down a friendship? Why go this far? Because you never respected me, Crystal. You paraded around calling yourself the ‘Silver Screen Queen’ while treating me like your supporting cast. And when I decided I wasn’t going to play background anymore, you called me poison. You and your perfect little family painted me as the villain. Fine. I’ll be the villain. I’ll be the monster. Because tonight, in that ring, monsters win.
She picks up a length of barbed wire, running a finger carefully along it until blood beads at her fingertip.
Mercedes: Japanese Death Match… perfect name, don’t you think? Because something is going to die in there tonight. Maybe it’s this idea that Crystal Zdunich is the heart of SCW. Maybe it’s her career. Maybe it’s just the illusion that she ever stood a chance when she stood against me.
She pauses, glancing around the arena walls with a derisive laugh.
Mercedes: And of course, we’re doing this in Fort Worth, Texas. A Japanese Death Match in the Lone Star State, what do these people know about that? They think barbed wire’s for cattle, not competition. But tonight, they’re going to learn what real violence looks like.
She smirks again, voice dropping low and cold.
Mercedes: The past is dead, Crystal. And by the time the blood dries… you will be too.
Mercedes tosses the wire aside and walks out of frame. The camera lingers on the fallen coil, now stained with a small drop of blood, before fading to black.
The camera returns to the six-sided ring!
Justin: The following contest is the Texas Street Fight!
The Ft. Worth crowd cheers!
Lightening strikes the stage and the smoke disappears as Brandon Hendrix stands in the middle of the stage, “Anger’s Remorse”, He stares out to the cheering crowd, pointing to them before looking back at the stage, then tosses his arms up, creating a white flame that shoots up from the stage.
Justin: FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE! BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN….. FUCKING…… HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!
Brandon starts walking down the ramp, a single light shining down on Hendrix. The fans have all turned their flashlights on their phones and hold their phones up. The entire arena is lit with lights and the fans wave their phones along to the song. Brandon continues his walk down the long ramp of where SCW is being held, thousand fans becoming Brandon's light in this battle with his opponents being who they are. Brandon looks around, giving a slight nod to those who back him before he walks up the steel steps, wiping his feet before entering the ring. Brandon acknowledges the war that is coming. He takes his jacket off and hands it to the crew outside the ring. Brandon stands in his corner and tells his opponents to bring it.
Justin: And his opponent…!
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.
The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at Brandon Hendrix, who stands waiting in the ring.
Justin: From Middleton, United Kingdom! Weighing two hundred and ten pounds! LJ KASEY!!!
Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.
He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving Hendrix, 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.
DING DING DING!
Match starts off how you expect with Brandon and LJ rushing the ring and immediately trading right hand shots at fast pace to the Texas crowd already going crazy. The hometown beast already changes the complexion of this match when he grabs LJ and tosses him belly to belly over the top rope to the floor below. Brandon already showing his dominance early on as he handstands over the top rope and lands on his feet by an already hurt LJ Kasey. Brandon grabs LJ by the ear and slowly lifts him to his feet.
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Mic) You wanted this, remember? You could have went home and continued your mediocre career in peace. Now, Alexandra will be burying you.
And the mention of his fiancée brings LJ to a rush, who pushes Brandon's hand off him and he tackles Hendrix into the barricade. LJ then grabs Brandon's head and slams him against the metal grate of the barricade. Hendrix, holding his head, moves up the ramp with a furious LJ Kasey following behind him. Kasey then knife edge chops Brandon in the back, a loud sickening sound coming from the chop. Brandon tries to put his hand to the spot of the chop, but cannot as LJ then chops Brandon's leg out from under him, dropping him to a knee. LJ then superkicks Brandon in the back of the neck, but that doesn't bring Brandon down, but instead Hendrix is back to his feet and holding his neck as he goes through the curtain past the stage. LJ follows him, but gets whacked in the head by a steel chair. Brandon stands over LJ, who is busted open already from the chair shot to the skull. Brandon tossed the chair into the body of Kasey before grabbing him by the ankle and drags him across the floor past guerrilla position and down the arena hallway.
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Camera) Come on LJ. This is your main event! Where is that fighting spirit now, huh? Where is that fighter at?!? Come on, boy. We're going to the streets to see what you're made of!
Brandon continues dragging LJ, who is finally starting to exit out of his dazed consciousness, starts kicking at Hendrix, but to no avail can he break free. Brandon drags LJ out through the exit door that brings both men outside. Brandon then grabs LJ by the throat and forces him up to his feet, easily deadlifting two hundred and ten pounds off the concrete and then tosses him to send him over the floor and down the steps… but LJ grabs onto the railing and stops that from happening. Brandon turns and sees that LJ didn't go tumbling down the stairs like he wanted, so he rushed the bloodied Kasey, but Kasey counters and back body drops Brandon, causing him to go spine first into the concrete step.
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Mic) AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUCK!!!!
Brandon slowly rolls to his side and grabs at his back, which is discolored from the impact of hitting the stairs. Brandon slowly rolls down the steps and crawls to the railing, but is met with a superkick that smashes Brandon's head into the metal post of the railing. Now Brandon is in trouble! Brandon rolls the rest of the way down the stairs as a rejuvenated LJ Kasey follows him down the steps. He starts kicking Brandon in the rib cage.
LJ Kasey: (Off Mic) Crawl! Crawl you little bitch!
LJ kicks Brandon in the head, which sends Brandon back to his feet and stumbling into the streets of FT. Worth, Texas. LJ starts delivering brutal strikes to the skull of his rival before tackling him into the side of a car. Brandon then uses his big forearm and clobbers the back of Kasey. He then powers up LJ and then slams him back first on the hood of the car, denting the hood in. He doesn't stop himself as he immediately puts LJ back into a powerbomb position and lifts him off the hood of the car and then slams him down on the hood one more time, but doesn't let go! He then powers LJ back up into the air, and walks to being directly in front of the car. He gets a head start and a short run, which allows him to toss LJ, sending him THROUGH THE WINDOW OF THE CAR!
This is exactly what Brandon wanted. He wanted to destroy LJ Kasey. LJ is somehow, but only somewhat moving after that, but the groans escaping his lips are not of slight pain… but a deep pain that no regular human would ever experience. He grabs LJ by the foot and slowly drags him down the dented hood and off the car, leaving a blood trail from where he was powerbombed to the ground that he was thrown on. This is academic, but Brandon doesn't want to just win over LJ, he wants to break this man. And in his words, kill this man. He lifts LJ off the ground and lifts him on to his arms, almost in a powerslam position and carries him back up the stairs that damaged Brandon's back, which is still hurting as Brandon walks with a limp in the right side of his body that has been damaged the most in that move. Brandon carries LJ up the stairs and to the entrance of the arena.
WAIT! LJ IS FIGHTING BACK!! RAKE TO THE EYES OF BRANDON!! LJ lands on his feet behind Brandon-
HE TOSSED BRANDON FACE FIRST THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR OF THE ARENA!!!
The fans that couldn't make it into the seating and are watching from the lobby are going crazy and so is the fourteen thousand that have taken a seat in the crowd. LJ is laid out, Brandon is laid out. This is crazy! LJ barely makes it up to his feet, while Brandon is slowly trying to push himself up. LJ's back is bleeding, his face is covered with blood, but he is not going to quit. He limps over to Brandon and pulls his head up by his hair, and reveals that Brandon is bleeding badly from his skull and his chest now.
He picks Hendrix up and gives him a stiff right hand to the skull of the bloodied face of Brandon. He continues to punch the forehead of Brandon, sending him over to four tables lined up to make a square filled with shirts, sweatshirts, replica Championships, necklaces of SCW Wrestlers logos, and so on for more. LJ grabs Brandon by the head and goes to slam him head first onto the table, but Brandon blocks and elbows him into the gut then boots him in the chest, sending Kasey back to the ground, giving Brandon a few seconds to recover some from the daze he was in. He drags LJ up the stairs by the neck, bringing both of them to the second floor balcony, which below is the stands and fans, who have their phones out recording the action. Brandon looks over the rail and sees the four tables below them, and with a grin, he steps over the rail onto the edge and he grabs LJ in a Suplex position. But Kasey keeps countering the attempt before Brandon gets him in the air but LJ manages to land beside Brandon. The two start to trade punch after punch, trying to cause the other to fall off to down below. The two trade shots as Brandon grabs Kasey by the throat, the crowd moving back but keeping their recording on them. He seems to go for a chokeslam but Kasey headbutts Brandon then again then again then again then again before Brandon lets go of the hold. LJ cocks his head back and nails an extremely nasty headbutt, causing both men to lose balance and fall off the ledge, fifteen feet through all the tables, sending the fans into a pop from the seated fans and the ones who are in the same room as these wrestlers.
Crowd: (Off Mic) HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men lay in the wreckage of the four tables, shirts and sweatshirts and other objects everywhere as both LJ and Brandon lay out on the ground. This street fight has been nothing but brutal, as a minute to two minutes go by before LJ and Brandon start to move their Bodies more, using the tables to get to their knees before using each other's bodies to slowly get to their feet. When both realize this, Brandon pushes LJ back before running and tackling him, picking him up in mid air onto his shoulder and rams LJ back first through a metal door, sending them into a hallway. Brandon continues to run with LJ on his shoulder, who is trying to fight out of this until Brandon Spears LJ through another doorway, this time into a locker room.
Hendrix sits against a locker and leans his back against the door of the locker, hoping to rest up some while Kasey lays on the ground. As soon as Kasey starts to show life, Hendrix uses the locker to get up, and he stumbles over to Kasey, grabbing him by the throat and lifts them face to face.
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Mic) Give…. Up…..
LJ, with blood pouring down his face, his body brutalized, and his arm still in deep pain, showing his bravery and resilience to lean up and spit a blood filled spitball into the face of Brandon. Brandon slowly wipes his face and his anger grows, he grabs LJ both hands by the throat and forces him up. He then wraps his hands around the head of Kasey and starts to squeeze his skull, before he starts bashing the back of his head against the metal door of the locker, dazing him more. Brandon lets go of LJ, dazing over to him before Brandon grabs LJ by the throat and lifts him up and turns, chokeslaming Kasey through a glass table. Brandon looks down at the broken damage done by him as he staggerly places his foot onto the chest of LJ. Brandon seems content with LJ bei-
LJ KASEY JUST MOVED HIS ARM!!! LEAVING Brandon, THE REF, AND ALL THE FANS WATCHING IN UTTER SHOCK!
Brandon falls backwards, with the biggest shock face ever seen in SCW before. The crowd who were seated are up and chanting “YES!” as LJ groans from the pain he's in right now. Brandon thinks of something before leaving the room, making the ref come with him. While LJ lays in the room, the sound of heels tapping against the floor causes the camera man to point up and shows his fiancée, Alexandra Kasey to a pop from the crowd. She orders the camera man out of the room, setting the last image shown is Ally with something hidden in her hand before the door slams shut. As Brandon returns and sees the door closed, he goes to open it, but it won't open. He looks at the referee who shrugs, before barging his arm into the door and he busts the door down. He sees Alexandra laying on top of LJ, crying, before she turns around and starts to plead with Brandon.
Alexandra: (Off Mic) Please… stop this… I beg of you…
Brandon grabs her by the arm and tosses her to the side and looks at LJl as he is stopped dead in his tracks, before he can mutter out the words: “Oh fuck”. The camera man looks down and sees LJ Kasey, who then jams an ice pick up right into the cheek of Brandon Hendrix. Brandon holds his face as LJ fights with himself to get back up. The adrenaline in LJ has finally kicked in and he's back to his feet, and staring daggers into the wounded beast. Kasey gets the upper hand, striking Hendrix with lefts, rights, kicks, and headbutts, causing the crowd to cheer loudly while Brandon is receiving an onslaught of strikes. LJ grabs Hendrix and slams him against one locker head first, then another one, then throws him shoulder first into the flat screen hanging on the wall. He grabs Hendrix by the head and throws him out of the locker room. LJ cracks his neck before he slowly walks out, stalking Hendrix as he crawls to a crate to get to his feet. However, Kasey grabs him and places him into a DDT position. He lifts Brandon up and nails a brutal DDT onto the crate, laying him out. He grabs him by the arm and pulls Brandon off the crate onto the ground and drags his body towards the guerrilla position before dragging him through the curtain.
LJ pushes Brandon's through the curtain, which makes Brandon stumble and roll down the ramp way. LJ walks from the back to a sea of boos from the crowd. Anywhere else, LJ is the hero, but in Texas, he's arch enemy number one. He then kicks Brandon in the skull before tossing him back into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and goes to do a move on Hendrix, but he's stopped when he turns and sees Angelo and Brandon's mafia members: Tony, Marco, and Matteo running down to ringside. LJ runs off the ropes and sprints towards the side they're running down and meets them with a flipping dive that lands on all four of them. LJ slides back into the ring and looks into the crowd and sees Alexandra made it to the front row and she nods to him, who nods back to her. He then runs to the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope and springs backwards and catches Brandon-
BLAST FROM THE PAST!!!
This is it! He's covering Brandon! The ref is counting!
ONE!
TWO!
BRANDON KICKED OUT!
The crowd erupts with cheers as LJ looks down at Brandon, who's been through Hell himself in this match and he slowly gets to his feet. Wait… dammit! Marco, Tony, and Matteo are surrounding the ring! Brandon rolled out during the distraction to take a moment to breathe. He's looking at all three men who are staring at him, but they don't move… instead Tony points to behind him… Oh no….
Angelo has Alexandra in his grasp! He has an arm wrapped around her throat!
LJ, being the supportive fiancée he is, forgets about the match and stares at Angelo.
LJ Kasey: (Off Mic) LET HER GO BEFORE I END YOU!
Angelo Caito: (Off Mic) Bring it on, big boy.
Angelo is taunting LJ, who takes the bait. He storms out of the ring and rushes to where Angelo and Alexandra is-
BRANDON MADE IT OVER THE SAME TIME AND SPEARED LJ THROUGH THE BARRICADE!
Both men are laid out, Alexandra is trying to break out of Angelo's grasp to check on LJ, but cannot. Meanwhile, the three mobsters are putting the steel steps into the ring…
Brandon Hendrix just sat up! He slowly turns his attention to Alexandra and a sick and twisted smile forms on his face, his teeth stained with his blood from the war.
Brandon pulls himself back to his feet and forces LJ back up and tosses him into the ring where Tony, Marco, and Matteo are waiting. Brandon goes to where Angelo and Alexandra are while his men continues the assault onto LJ Kasey.
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Mic) You could have prevented this…..
TONY WITH A RUNNING POWERSLAM TO LJ KASEY, SENDING HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Mic) I gave you both a chance to go live your lives! You kept feeding him bullshit to fight me! Now look at him!
MARCO AND MATTEO WITH A DOUBLE HOLDING POWERBOMB THAT SLAMS LJ BACK FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS AGAIN!
Brandon Hendrix: (Off Mic) Now I…. Kill him for good….
Brandon walks away from the barricade and slides back into the ring. He looks down at the fallen rival and to the crowd that is deeply uncomfortable and even turning on their own hometown boy. Marco and Matteo force LJ off the ground and toss his head into Brandon's grasp. Hendrix hooks both of LJ's arms and lifts him up….
MAFIA ONTO THE STEPS!!! BRANDON SPIKED LJ HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEPS!!!
This is it! LJ is done for! Nobody can ever survive this! Brandon stands over LJ and places a foot onto his chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
NO FUCKING WAY!!!!! LJ KICKED OUT!!! THIS ARENA IS ON THEIR FEET!!!!! BRANDON CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HIS MOBSTERS CAN'T BELIEVE IT! ANGELO CAN'T BELIEVE IT! EVEN ALEXANDRA CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HOLY SHIT!
Brandon stares down at LJ, who still has his shoulder rolled off the mat before his shock turns to a murderous rage. He mounts on top of LJ and starts slamming his elbows right into the skull of LJ, slamming his closed fists down like a sledgehammer and then barks at the men to do something. Tony, Marco, and Matteo then grabs hold of LJ and forces his leg up against the steps. Brandon scales back to the corner and goes for a move he uses in tribute to one of his best friends, Jeff X…
BRANDON PUNTED LJ'S SKULL INTO THE STEPS! STOP THIS MURDER ALREADY!!!
Brandon forces LJ to his back and covers him again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of this match! Brandon FN Hendrix!
The arena is in shock at what they just witnessed. Brandon could have just done what he said he would. END LJs life. Angelo lets go of Alexandra and joins Brandon and the mobsters in the ring. Alexandra enters the ring and tends to LJ while medical also tends to LJ. Angelo grabs Brandon's wrist and raises his arm to the Texas crowd raining down boos to how The Don went this match up. Brandon won the battle… but did he just win the war too?
The cameras open with Victoria Lyons lounging in her locker room with the Bombshell Internet Championship proudly displayed her shoulder as always. Darian stands next to her almost like an attentive soldier.
Victoria Lyons: Tonight marks another battle in the never-ending war between myself and Alexandra Calaway. Tonight also marks another victory for House Lyons in this war. I understand the strength of Alexandra but tonight is not her night.
Victoria pauses.
Victoria Lyons: Tonight House Lyons will once again prove its dominance over House Calaway and I will show her exactly why I do deserve to still be called a queen. Tonight I remind Alexandra Calaway exactly who the hell Victoria Lyons is and why the records show that I am consistently her better.
She pauses shortly again.
Victoria Lyons: I know there's been changes in shifts around this company in the past few months, but the more things change and more they stay the same and the one constant is that Victoria Lyons will always be one step ahead of Alexandra Calaway and that will continue tonight when I walk out still your Bombshell Internet Champion. So as always Alexandra Calaway, may I remind you that you do need to in fact….. Be prepared.
The camera remains on her for a few moments before it fades out.
Simone: Welcome back to Blaze of Glory XV and our next title match! Alexandra Callaway earned the right to challenge Victoria Lyons after a gruelling series of qualifying matches and tonight? It’s put up or shut up time for Alexandra as she takes on Victoria!
Lunam: This is Victoria’s second defence after she dethroned Mercedes Vargas at High Stakes and fended off Harper Mason ay Inception, now? She looks to dominate in another division after having already reigned supreme in the Bombshell Roulette Division!
Simone: This will be a fantastic match, let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS FOR THE BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP!
The arena lights dim as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, she has her "pet" Darian on a leash as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
Justin: Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina and being accompanied by Darian, she is the reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion “The Head Lyoness” VICTORIA LYONS!
Simone: Victoria has all but assured her future spot as an SCW Hall of Famer and in a short time too!
Lunam: Seriously, her record breaking Roulette Title Reign started within weeks of her arriving in SCW!
Justin: Introducing the challenger!
The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.
Justin: From Dallas, Texas.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in the front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair as she waits for her opponent.
Simone: Alexandra is a two time Bombshell Roulette Champion but has yet to crack the ceiling that is the Bombshell Internet Title!
Lunam: Maybe this is her night?
Drew goes over the rules with both women but before he calls for the bell? He goes right over to Darian and sends him to the back!
Simone: Drew has no patience for Darian’s nonsense tonight!
Lunam: Thank god!
Darian and Victoria protest the decision while Alexandra leads the crowd into an all too familiar chant:
Crowd: NANANANA, NANANANA, HEY, HEY, HEY! GOODBYE!
Darian finally relents and Drew calls for the bell, prompting an incensed Victoria to try to blindside Alexandra BUT ALEXANDRA CATCHES HER WITH A SMALL PACKAGE!
DING! DING! DING!
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: AND VICTORIA JUST BARELY AVOIDS SETTING A NEW RECORD FOR FASTEST TITLE MATCH!
Lunam: There’s no way she would’ve ever lived that down!
Victoria scrambles to her feet and Alexandra smirks as she rolls to hers, holding two fingers apart to show Victoria just how close she was to losing the title in record time! Victoria fumes and charges in for a Running Lariat but Alexandra ducks and looks set to hit Victoria with the Fallen Angel (Angels Wings)! However Victoria counters it into a bridging Northern Lights Suplex for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra kicks out!
Simone: Victoria’s anger almost got her caught by Alexandra again but this time Victoria had the wits to counter out of Alexandra’s finisher!
Lunam: Don’t forget, Alexandra was the woman Victoria defeated to win the Bombshell Roulette Title in the first place and they’ve faced off multiple times since then, in other words? They know each other very well!
Both women get to their feet and start slugging it out in the middle of the ring with Alexandra throwing the first punch and Victoria returning the favour, Drew can only watch on as champion and challenger go at it and only really moves when the brawl spills to the outside of the ring and eventually near the announcers’ desk! Drew does remind them that a ten count is in effect but otherwise doesn’t intervene as Alexandra rams Victoria face first into the desk and returns to the ring.
Simone: We are getting an up close and personal look at the action now and
Lunam: WATCH OUT!
ALEXANDRA HITS VICTORIA WITH A SUICIDDE DIVE THAT TAKES BOTH WOMEN OVER THE ANNOUNCER’S DESK! Belinda and Erick barely have time to get out of the way as the crowd comes unglued!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHT! HOLY SHIT!
Simone: THAT WAS WAY TOO UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL FOR MY LIKING!
Lunam: YOU’RE TELLING ME?!
Drew quickly checks on not just the competitors but Belinda and Erick too and once he confirms that all four are okay he returns to the ring and starts his ten count, for a while it looks like the match is going to end in a double countout as Alexandra gets up at eight and picks up Victoria at nine but Alexandra barely gets Victoria back in the ring and enters the ring just before the ten count and goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out!
Simone: Alexandra put us in the line of fire and it still wasn’t enough to put Victoria away!
Lunam: Why do you sound more annoyed by that fact than anything else?
Simone: BECAUSE I AM!
Both women are slow to get back to their feet and the effects of the long match are clearly taking their toll on Alexandra and Victoria, does that stop them? No, in fact the two women are back to where they were before the dive over the announcer’s table by trading blows in the middle of the ring, Victoria ducks under a big swing from Alexandra and hits the ropes only for both women to go for a lariat, knocking each other down.
Simone: And now both Alexandra and Victoria are down!
Lunam: Whoever gets up first gets the advantage!
Drew checks on Alexandra and Victoria and neither woman are moving an inch so he starts the ten count with the crowd in Fort Worth, Texas chanting along, at the count of seven Victoria starts to stir and craws over to Alexandra before draping an arm across her chest for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra kicks out! The crowd comes unglued as the women lay side by side but the fans are firmly on the side of the Texan in the match!
Crowd: ALLY! ALLY! ALLY! ALLY!
Simone: It’s clear where the fans are leaning and that’s bad news for Victoria!
Lunam: And excellent news for Alexandra!
After a few minutes the two Bombshells get back to their feet, Alexandra under her own power and Victoria using the ring ropes for support and Alexandra makes the first move, charging right at Victoria! But the champ drops down at the last minute, sending Alexandra to the outside, Victoria doesn’t let up, using the ring ropes to hit a Springboard Crossbody on Alexandra and then rolls Alexandra back into the ring before she goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alexandra kicks out! Victoria is furious at this point and gets in Drew’s face, accusing him of a slow count but the ref isn’t having any of it, in fact the argument only leaves Victoria open to a School Girl from Alexandra!
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out! However Victoria has clearly had enough of the match at this point and calls for the end.
Simone: Victoria just called for her version of the Lyons Roar!
Lunam: Can she hit it?
Victoria sets Alexandra up for the Lyons Roar but Alexandra counters it with a Backdrop! Victoria scrambles to her feet but gets booted in the mid-section by Alexandra before the Texan hits her version of the Last Ride Powerbomb!
Simone: APOCALYPSE! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?!
Lunam: Victoria sems to be out cold, stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Alexandra goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW SCW BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPION, ALEXANDRA CALLAWAY!
Simone: ALEXANDRA’S DONE IT! SHE’S WON THE INTERNET TITLE IN HER HOME STATE!
Lunam: WHAT A MATCH!
The Texas crowd comes unglued as Alexandra is handed the title and Drew checks on Victoria.
Late afternoon settles quietly over the property outside New York where Bella and Malachi live. The storm that threatened days earlier has finally passed. Fresh snow sits across the ground in clean, undisturbed sheets, and the sky above is cold and clear. The winter sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the yard and the tree line that borders the property.
The barn stands where it always has.
Still waiting.
After a moment, Bella Madison steps into frame.
This time she is not dressed for comfort or reflection. She is wearing black leggings and training boots, and her hands are carefully taped. There is no oversized hoodie and no heavy coat protecting her from the cold. Her posture is upright and steady, and the hesitation that had followed her in recent weeks is nowhere to be seen.
Bella walks toward the barn with purpose, her boots crunching softly against the snow beneath her feet. She stops just in front of the doors.
For a moment she simply stands there. These are the same doors she had faced before. The same worn wood. The same metal latch that had refused to move when doubt held her back.
But Bella is different now.
Her hand lifts slowly and deliberately. This time it does not stop halfway.
Her fingers close firmly around the handle.
She pauses only long enough to draw one calm, steady breath.
Then she pulls the barn doors open.
The old hinges groan softly as the doors swing inward, revealing the space inside. The training ring sits in the center of the barn exactly where it has always been, quiet and untouched, waiting in the stillness.
Bella steps forward and crosses the threshold.
The camera remains outside as she enters, the open doors framing her as she walks toward the ring.
Inside the barn, the quiet feels different than it did before.
It is no longer heavy with uncertainty. Now it feels like focus.
Bella approaches the ring and climbs onto the apron without rushing. Every movement is controlled and deliberate, the result of someone who is no longer searching for an answer but has already decided what it is.
She grips the ropes and steps between them. Bella moves to the center of the ring and stops.
For a few seconds she simply stands there, feeling the canvas beneath her boots and letting her body settle into the space it knows so well.
Her shoulders roll once as she loosens the tension in her muscles. Her stance shifts naturally into place.
Balanced.
Grounded.
Ready.
Bella turns her head slightly and looks toward the open barn doors where the last light of the day stretches across the ring canvas. For the first time since she stepped outside earlier, she nods once. The gesture is small, almost private. There is no anger in her expression, no frustration and no doubt.
Only certainty.
Outside, the wind stirs the branches along the tree line as the sun continues to sink toward the horizon.
Inside the barn, the overhead lights flicker to life one row at a time, filling the space with bright white light.
Bella raises her hands. Not in victory. Not in celebration.
In preparation. Behind her, the barn doors slowly swing shut.
The final strip of daylight disappears as they close.
The sound echoes softly through the barn.
Then the screen cuts to black.
But then we see the hand written text on the screen
“INSTINCT NEVER LEFT.
PURPOSE WAS CHOSEN.
See you soon.”
Justin: The following contest is the Last Man Standing Match for the Internet Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: From Manchester, United Kingdom, MILEEEESSSS KASSSEEEYYYYYY!
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers, opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness. A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who’s coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops.
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down. His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: “So you can throw me to the wolves…”
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
“…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!”
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy. Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto the stage ready for the oncoming fight.
Justin: And from Dallas, Texas, your current reigning Sin City Wrestling INTERNET CHAMPION, ALEEEXXXXXX JONEEEESSSSSSSSSS!
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.
The Dickies arena in Fort Worth Texas is electric. The crowd is on its feet as the Internet Championship sits on a pedestal near the timekeeper’s area. The camera pans between the two competitors standing in opposite corners.
Miles Kasey stands focused, staring at the championship belt he once held proudly. Across from him, the champion Alex Jones cracks his neck and smirks confidently, pacing slowly like a predator. The referee raises the Internet Championship high.
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Here we go, there’s the bell.
Simone: There’s no way both of these men are walking out of here tonight in the same manner they walked in.
Both men step toward the center of the ring slowly, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. They lock eyes for a moment before suddenly colliding in a violent collar-and-elbow tie-up. Alex shoves Miles backward and immediately drives stiff martial arts kicks into his ribs, the strikes echoing throughout the arena. Miles grits his teeth and fires back with a thunderous Irish Hammer that rocks Alex across the jaw. Alex stumbles backward but rebounds with a spinning kick to the ribs, stunning the challenger long enough to grab him and drop him with a sharp Snap DDT that spikes Miles’ skull into the canvas.
Alex rises first, staring down at Miles before the referee begins counting.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE…
Miles rolls to his knees and pulls himself up at four, already breathing heavily.
Lunam: Here we go! No pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications, only survival!
Simone: These two are ruthless competitors. This could get ugly very quickly.
Alex smirks and rolls out of the ring immediately, reaching underneath and pulling out a steel chair. The crowd roars in anticipation. Miles stands just as Alex slides back in.
CRACK.
The chair smashes across Miles’ back with a sickening sound. Miles collapses to his knees instantly, but Alex swings again, this time smashing the chair across the challenger’s ribs. The champion then grabs a trash can from ringside, throws it over Miles’ head, and smashes the chair against it repeatedly until the can bends around Miles’ skull.
Miles drops to the mat as Alex removes the dented can. But Miles suddenly explodes upward with a desperate Backdrop Suplex, launching Alex across the ring.
Both men scramble up. Miles grabs Alex’s arm and twists into an Arm Wrench Takedown, slamming him down hard before pulling him back up into a Japanese Arm Drag that sends the champion flying.
Alex rolls to his feet. Miles charges with another brutal Irish Hammer. Alex collapses to a knee.
The referee begins counting.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
Alex slowly pushes himself upright at five.
Simone: Miles just rocked the champion with that shot!
Lunam: But Alex Jones thrives in chaos, and this match is only going to get more violent.
Alex suddenly lunges forward and drives a knee into Miles’ gut before lifting him into a vicious Pendulum Backbreaker, snapping the challenger across his knee. Miles screams in pain. Alex drags him outside the ring by the hair and slams his face into the steel ring post.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Blood begins pouring from Miles’ forehead. The crowd gasps as Alex wipes the blood across his chest like war paint. He grabs Miles again and launches him into the steel steps with brutal force. The challenger collapses on impact. Alex backs up across the floor before charging forward and drilling Miles with a devastating Spear into the steps, folding him in half.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…
Miles barely begins to move.
Dawn Barnes: SEVEN… EIGHT…
Miles slowly pulls himself up using the barricade at nine. Blood streams down his face.
Lunam: Miles is already busted wide open!
Simone: And Alex Jones looks like he’s enjoying every second of it.
The fight goes into the crowd!
Alex grabs Miles again and throws him over the barricade into the crowd area.
Fans scatter as the two men begin brawling among the seats.
Miles suddenly fires back with right hands, his fists covered in blood. He grabs Alex and smashes his face into the metal railing repeatedly before lifting him high and delivering a brutal Vertical Suplex on the concrete floor.
Alex writhes in agony.
Miles climbs onto the barricade and launches himself with a Diving Crossbody, wiping the champion out and sending both men crashing into a pile of chairs.
The referee counts.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…
Alex slowly begins crawling toward the barricade.
Dawn Barnes: SIX… SEVEN…
Alex stands at eight, clutching his ribs.
Simone: They’re destroying the arena!
Lunam: This is exactly what a Last Man Standing match becomes, pure destruction.
Back at ringside, Alex suddenly grabs a ladder from underneath the ring and slides it inside. Miles follows him in but Alex swings the ladder violently into his face. Miles drops instantly. Alex props the ladder in the corner before grabbing Miles and attempting a suplex. Miles blocks it. Miles reverses the momentum and throws Alex headfirst into the ladder with a violent Head Grip Mat Slam.
The ladder collapses.
Alex rolls onto his back and the camera reveals blood pouring from his forehead after smashing into the steel. The crowd erupts. Now both men are bleeding heavily. Miles climbs the ropes while Alex staggers up.
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
Miles crushes Alex’s chest.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…
Alex slowly crawls to the ropes.
Dawn Barnes: SIX… SEVEN…
Alex pulls himself up at eight, blood dripping down his face.
Simone: Now Alex Jones is busted open too!
Lunam: And somehow they’re still standing!
Miles reaches under the ring and pulls out something wrapped in cloth. He unwraps it. A barbed wire baseball bat. The crowd explodes. Alex staggers up and sees it. There stands Miles with a barbed wire baseball bat in his hands, coming towards him.
Lunam: I wonder who put that there.
Simone: Probably his bestie Alexandra Calaway, seems like something she’d have in her arsenal.
Lunam: Wouldn’t put it past that psycho.
Simone: He had to know it was there.
CRACK.
Miles swings. The bat slices across Alex’s shoulder, ripping skin and leaving barbed wire embedded in his flesh. Alex screams in pain. Miles swings again, smashing the bat into Alex’s ribs before dropping it and hitting a lightning-fast Standing Spanish Fly, flipping Alex violently across the canvas. Both men lie motionless.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…
Alex crawls toward the corner.
Dawn Barnes: SEVEN… EIGHT…
Alex stands again at nine.
Lunam: These two are absolutely destroying each other!
Simone: I’ve never seen punishment like this!
Miles sets the ladder up in the center of the ring. He drags Alex up and tries to climb with him. Alex fights back with headbutts, opening Miles’ cut even worse. Both men stand on the ladder trading punches, blood dripping onto the mat below.
Alex suddenly hooks Miles and leaps.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER OFF THE LADDER!
Both men crash violently to the canvas. The ladder falls over beside them.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…
Miles slowly begins to move.
Dawn Barnes: SEVEN… EIGHT…
Both men somehow stand at nine. The crowd explodes again.
Simone: They fell off a ladder and STILL stood up!
Lunam: I don’t know what it will take to keep either of them down!
Alex rolls outside again and pulls out a steel chain. He wraps it around his fist. Miles staggers toward him.. Alex punches him square in the face with the chain-wrapped fist. Miles collapses instantly. Alex then wraps the chain around Miles’ throat and pulls back viciously, choking him while the crowd boos loudly. Miles begins fading.
Alex releases the choke and stomps his face repeatedly before dragging him back into the ring. He sets up for the Dragon’s Breath Curb Stomp. He leaps.
Miles rolls away. Alex lands awkwardly. Miles explodes forward with a Reverse Frankensteiner, spiking Alex headfirst into the mat.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…
Alex stands again at nine. Barely this time though, it was at almost the ten count. The crowd erupts.
Simone: This is unreal!
Lunam: Alex Jones is refusing to lose that championship!
Miles looks exhausted, blood covering his face and chest. Alex staggers toward him. Miles suddenly explodes with the DOUBLE EDGED SWORD, the devastating Hidden Blade elbow smashing across Alex’s jaw.
Alex collapses.
Miles drags him up again. HAIL TO THE QUEEN! The Storm Breaker slams Alex violently into the canvas. The crowd erupts. The referee begins counting.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…
Alex slowly begins crawling.
Dawn Barnes: EIGHT… NINE…
Alex barely reaches his feet. Miles stares in disbelief. Then he runs. BLAST FROM THE PAST! The Os Cutter connects perfectly. Alex crashes face-first into the mat. Miles collapses in the corner, but still on his feet. The referee begins counting again.
Dawn Barnes: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!
The bell rings. Miles Kasey remains standing, though it’s barely. The referee hands him the Internet Championship. Miles drops to his knees, exhausted and blood-soaked, raising the title high above his head as the crowd erupts in a thunderous ovation. Alex Jones lies motionless in the center of the ring after one of the most brutal matches in Sin City Wrestling history. Carter, Miles Husband, LJ Miles’ brother and Alexandra Calaway come out to smile at Miles who’s won. Carter climbs into the ring with him.
Simone: What an absolute war, Miles Kasey just survived hell to reclaim the Internet Championship!
Lunam: Alex Jones pushed him to the absolute limit tonight, but Miles Kasey proved that you cannot keep him down!
Miles climbs the turnbuckles, holding the championship high, as his husband stands in the ring applauding him, his family applauding him, and the fans chant his name. Tonight, the throne of the Internet Championship once again belongs to Miles Kasey.
Backstage, the camera finds Crystal Zdunich sitting alone in front of a cracked mirror. The faint hum of arena noise bleeds through the walls, but the silence around her feels heavy, almost reverent. Shattered pieces of old photographs and wrestling posters litter the table, the fragments reflecting pieces of her face like a jigsaw puzzle of everything Mercedes tried to destroy. She runs a thumb along a photo of her family, Seleana, Zenna, her daughter, then looks up.
Crystal: You ever notice how quiet it gets before a storm? That’s what this feels like. I’ve been hearing your voice for months, Mercedes, calling me fake, weak, selfish. I used to listen to you, used to think maybe you wanted to help. But all you ever did was whisper poison until I couldn’t tell who I was fighting anymore… you, or the person you turned me into.
She rises from the chair, the camera tightening in as her reflection splinters where the mirror is cracked. Her voice steadies, stronger, colder.
Crystal: You think tonight is an execution? No. It’s a reckoning. I’m not walking into that ring to survive you, I’m walking in to end you. You wanted to make me bleed? You wanted to make me doubt the people I love? That’s fine. Because when this is over, the only thing left of Mercedes Vargas will be your name written in blood and barbed wire.
Crystal slips her wedding ring off, tucking it into her boot before looking back at the camera, eyes wild with determination.
Crystal: You said the past is dead? Maybe it is. But I’m the ghost that’s coming to haunt you, Mercedes. And ghosts don’t stop until you’re on the ground and they’ve taken everything back.
She smashes the cracked mirror with her fist, glass cascading to the floor as she walks away. The camera lingers on the broken reflection of her ring gear gleaming among the shards before fading out.
He had done it, Miles had risked himself and came out on top. Between him and LJ risking themselves tonight, and with Carter's match coming up, Alexandra couldn’t help it. Once they are all behind the curtain and the medical team starts working on cleaning up Miles, Alexandra looks at him and LJ.
Alexandra: I swear you two are going to drive me to an early grave. Add Carter into this and I’m probably gonna be there before I can even marry LJ.
LJ: Angel..
Alexandra looked up at LJ and then over to Miles.
Miles: Ally please..
Miles flinched when his wound started getting cleaned. For a moment Alexandra backed down. She thought about it, understanding why Miles would do this, what it meant for him to get that win.
Alexandra: I know it means a lot for you to get that win and I respect it, but fuck Miles that was dangerous.
Miles: This coming from the woman who stands toe to toe with countless people and bleeds like it’s nothing. Like it’s another Friday night. The last thing I want is a lecture from you about it. I’m fairly certain I’m gonna get an earful from Carter and then my mum, and then Carter’s mum and grams and we haven’t even got to his match.
Miles chuckles, though Alexandra looks at him with one of those gazes that says really.
LJ: Thankfully he’s warming up and won’t be storming in here any time soon.
Miles: Thankfully Bella’s not around or we’d be hearing it from all sides. Mama Phoenix already gave me the business coming in.
Alexandra pinches the bridge of her nose.
Alexandra: I knew you were crazy Miles, but that was pure psychotic. But it did win you the title back.
Miles: That’s why I did it....I warned him. And darling, I’m only getting started.
Alexandra: Oh lord help us all. I’m just glad Ashlynn wasn’t here to see this all.
She lets out a sigh and the scene goes back to ringside, with the three of them laughing.
The camera transitions to ringside where the ring set up has been transformed for maximum carnage! The ring ropes have been removed and on four sides, replaced with barbed wire! On the two parallel open sides on the ringside floor, boards laid with barbed wire wait like traps for human flesh! Also a shopping cart filled with traditional Japanese Death Match weapons sits menacingly near the timekeeper’s area, packed with fluorescent light tubes, kendo sticks, steel chairs, lengths of chain, thumbtack bags, a staple gun, and panes of breakaway glass ready to turn this fight into a bloodbath!
Simone: This is barbaric! This is savage! This is exactly what happens when hatred outgrows wrestling and becomes something much darker!
Lunam: Ah, would ye look at this nightmare! Barbed wire for ropes, boards on the floor, light tubes in the cart, and enough weaponry to start a war! This isnae a match anymore, Belinda! This is vengeance dressed up as sport!
Referee Jacob Summers carefully enters the ring to officiate!
Justin: The following contest is a Japanese Death Match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!
The crowd roars in excitement!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd. Dressed not for spectacle but for violence, Mercedes wears black leather combat pants tucked into scuffed boots, a crimson sports top under a cropped black jacket with silver studs, her wrists taped tight and her fingers flexing inside black gloves with the knuckles cut away. There is no sparkle to her tonight, no glamor, no pretended elegance. She looks like a woman ready to start a street war and finish it with blood on her hands!
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas has always had that venom in her, but tonight it feels amplified! Every slight, every grudge, every bitter word between these two has built toward this!
Lunam: She’s mean enough in a normal match, but in this setting she’s in her element! Technical, ruthless, clever, and wicked as sin! She’ll use every inch of this ring and every weapon she can grab to tear Crystal apart!
Justin: And her opponent!
The entire arena fades to black as we are left in nothing but darkness. All of a sudden Crystal's voice can be heard all throughout the speaker systems.
Your smile makes my heart explode!
As soon as that is said explosions can be heard going off as we are treated to some flame pyros. The fans cheer loudly in return. Smile Bomb by Caitlyn Myers plays across the speakers and it is at that moment when the blue haired Burning Rose Crystal Caldwell walks from the curtains. But tonight there is no bright grin, no playful energy, no wink to the crowd. Crystal Hilton emerges as all seriousness, all business, carrying a kendo stick in one hand like a promise. Her blue hair is pulled back tight, her expression cold and focused. She wears black ripped jeans, a sleeveless Detroit hoodie cut off at the shoulders, red hand tape over both wrists and palms, and black boots built for stomping through a fight. Her jaw is set, her eyes locked on the ring, and every step says she is here to hurt Mercedes Vargas!
Justin: From Detroit, Michigan! Crystal HILTON!
Crystal does not smile now as she starts down the aisle. She barely acknowledges the crowd at all, giving them only the briefest glance before turning her gaze right back to Mercedes.
Lunam: Hold on now! That is not Crystal Zdunich, and that isnae the smiling Bombshell we’re used to seein! That is Crystal Hilton! That is the survivor! That is the hardest, grittiest piece of Crystal’s legacy, and that woman can endure a match like this!
Simone: Exactly! Crystal Hilton is the side of her that thrives when things get ugly! When the blood starts flowing and pain becomes the cost of victory, this is the version of Crystal that can keep coming!
She claps the outstretched hands of the fans. She runs up the stairs and walks to the middle of the apron. She flicks her hair before she drops down into a split that gains even more cheers. She slides into the ring and Mercedes rushes her but Crystal swings the Kendo stick, greeting her harshly!
Simone: Mercedes tried the sneak attack and paid for it!
Lunam: Cracked her right across the ribs! Sweet suffering saints, she near folded her in half!
Jacob has no choice but to call for the bell immediately!
DING DING DING!
Crystal does not waste a heartbeat! She lashes Mercedes again and again with the Singapore cane, the sharp cracks echoing through the arena as Mercedes recoils, arms raised, trying to shield her head while welts rise across her side and back! Crystal swings from the shoulder with fury, driving Vargas backward into the center of the ring before jabbing the cane into her gut and doubling her over! Mercedes stumbles away, coughing and gasping, only for Crystal to whip her once more across the spine so hard that Mercedes drops to a knee screaming!
Simone: Crystal is unloading months of rage right here!
Lunam: She’s caning the hide off her! This is pure hatred with a grip on a stick!
Crystal hooks Mercedes by the hair and tries to drag her face-first toward the nearest strand of barbed wire, but Vargas digs in her boots and throws desperate elbows into Crystal’s ribs! Mercedes twists free and shoves Crystal forward instead, trying to send her chest-first into the wire, but Crystal plants both hands on the mat, halts herself at the last instant, then spins around with a low leg sweep that takes Mercedes down hard! The crowd rises as Crystal springs up and runs, but Mercedes rolls and pops to her feet just in time to leapfrog a charging dropkick! Crystal lands awkwardly, and Mercedes snatches a handful of blue hair, looking to sling her into the barbed wire, only for Crystal to reverse at the last second! Mercedes rebounds off the Irish whip and Crystal launches for a hurricanrana, but Mercedes halts the momentum and catapults Crystal upward and forward!
Crystal crashes throat and chest first into the barbed wire ropes!
Simone: Oh no! Crystal hit the wire first! She hit the wire first!
Lunam: Jesus, Mary and Joseph! That barbed wire bit into her! She’s tangled! She’s tangled in it!
Crystal screams as the wire snags her arms and shoulder, red immediately blooming against her hoodie and exposed skin! Mercedes rushes in like a shark scenting blood and buries a short-arm knife-edge chop into Crystal’s chest before pressing her face harder into the wire! She grinds forearm and cheek against the jagged strands, then backs off with a vicious smile before smashing Crystal with a discus clothesline that rips her free from the barbs and flips her to the mat in a heap!
Mercedes circles, stomping again and again into Crystal’s back, shoulder, and neck! She hauls her up by the hair, snapmares her over viciously by that same hair, then connects with a running low-angle boot to the face that snaps Crystal’s head back! Vargas goes for an early cover amid the blood and chaos!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Crystal still has fight in her!
Lunam: She’ll need more than that to keep Hilton down, but Vargas is settin a cruel pace!
Mercedes slides out of the ring and heads straight for the shopping cart! She rummages through it with greedy hands and pulls out two fluorescent light tubes, raising them high to a shower of noise from the crowd! Back inside, she stalks Crystal with a tube in each hand, swings one like a baseball bat, and Crystal ducks! The tube explodes against the corner post in a shower of white dust and glass! Crystal lunges and drives shoulders into Mercedes’ midsection, trying to force her back toward the wire again, but Mercedes clubs down across her spine with the second tube before it can happen! Crystal drops to all fours, and Mercedes slams the remaining tube across her upper back, shattering it in an ugly burst over Crystal’s shoulders!
Lunam: Light tube to the back! She smashed it over her like a bloody club!
Simone: Crystal is coughing in that powder and trying to crawl away, but Mercedes will not give her space!
Mercedes drags Crystal up and charges for the open side, looking to throw her out to the barbed wire board on the floor, but Crystal hooks the top of the postless frame, blocks the throw, and elbows free! Crystal fires back with an enziguri that catches Mercedes flush! Vargas staggers and Crystal springs off the mat with a tilt-a-whirl arm drag that sends Mercedes sprawling! The crowd surges as Crystal runs the open side and springboards back in with a moonsault onto Vargas, flattening her before scrambling up and grabbing a steel chair from the cart! She folds it once across Mercedes’ ribs, then wedges it under Mercedes’ head and nails a running dropkick that crushes chair to skull!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Crystal is bringing the fight right back to her!
Lunam: That lass has stopped wrestlin and started survivin!
Crystal glances to the corner, sees a small pouch tied there, and her eyes light up! She yanks it free, holds it overhead, and the crowd explodes in anticipation! Crystal tears it open and dumps hundreds of thumbtacks all over the ring, silver points scattering like a field of metal teeth! Mercedes rises groggily and Crystal kicks her in the gut, hooks for a suplex onto the tacks, but Mercedes blocks! Mercedes slips behind, full nelsons the arms, then drops backward into a brutal full nelson bomb, driving Crystal down across the thumbtacks! Crystal convulses in agony, back arching as the tacks bite deep into her shoulders and spine!
Lunam: Ah, that’s sick! Every tack buried in her back!
Mercedes is not done! She rolls Crystal over into the Red Peril lotus lock, wrenching her arms and legs while the tacks grind beneath Crystal’s body! Crystal screams and claws desperately at the mat, unable to escape cleanly because every inch of movement drives more tack points into flesh! Jacob Summers checks on her, but Crystal snarls through clenched teeth and refuses to give in! Finally she twists enough to topple sideways, breaking Mercedes’ leverage!
Simone: Crystal refuses to submit! I do not know if that is courage or madness!
Lunam: In this match they’re the same thing!
Both women struggle up, tack-studded and bleeding, and Crystal suddenly bursts forward with Flashing Lights, her chick kick rocking Mercedes’ jaw! Vargas wobbles and Crystal scoops her for a hurricanrana toward the open side! Mercedes spills out of the ring and crashes hard onto one of the barbed wire boards on the floor!
Simone: Mercedes is on the board! Mercedes is on the barbed wire board!
Lunam: And the wire’s gone through her jacket! She’s pinned to pain out there!
Crystal drops to the apron and then to the floor, not even thinking of ending this inside! She stomps Mercedes where she lies on the board, then drags her off by the leg, strands of wire clinging and tearing at the leather as Vargas howls! The fight spills ringside now, both women bloody and wild under the arena lights! Crystal slams Mercedes face-first into the shopping cart, then snatches a chain from it and wraps it around her fist! She swings, Mercedes ducks, and the chain catches the cart, sending it clattering over! Mercedes answers by raking Crystal’s eyes, then smashing her with the lid of a trash can! Crystal stumbles and Mercedes sets her up on the floor, trying to powerbomb her right there!
Simone: Mercedes is looking to drive Crystal through the concrete!
But Crystal kicks her legs frantically, slips free, and back body drops Mercedes over onto that same barbed wire board!
Lunam: Reversal! Back body drop onto the board again! Vargas has been flung right back onto her own misery!
Crystal falls to a knee, exhausted but relentless, then grabs Mercedes by the hair and drags her toward the apron! She rolls Mercedes inside and climbs to the edge, perhaps thinking Mysteriorana, but Mercedes is up just enough to catch Crystal in mid-rotation! Mercedes spins her through and plants her with Double Jeopardy, the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker snapping Crystal over Mercedes’ knee before she drops her into a neckbreaker right onto a patch of scattered thumbtacks that had rolled toward the edge!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes pounds the mat in frustration, blood dripping from her forehead into her eyes! She wipes it away and snarls, then reaches outside for a fresh light tube! Crystal gets to her knees just as Mercedes steps in and blasts the tube over Crystal’s head! It detonates in a cloud of white dust and glittering fragments!
Simone: She busted a light tube over Crystal’s head!
Lunam: Crystal’s cut open now! The blood’s pourin down her face!
Crystal collapses sideways, glass clinging to her hair and shoulders! Mercedes stalks behind her, drags her upright by the blue hair, and drives her face-first into the remaining strands of barbed wire in the corner side! Crystal screams, but even then she fights back, kicking blindly with her heel until she connects with Mercedes’ knee! Crystal twists free and fires a desperate handspring into Smell The Roses, crashing down with the standing moonsault right onto Mercedes’ torso! The crowd roars as Crystal, half-dazed and bleeding, tries one more burst! She yanks Mercedes up and goes for the Tiltawhirl DDT, but Mercedes blocks mid-spin, catches the body across her shoulders, and rams Crystal backward into the barbed wire! Crystal cries out as wire tears across her upper back again!
Lunam: Ah, she used the wire as a wall! Pure evil from Mercedes Vargas!
Mercedes staggers away and notices broken glass glittering near the apron from a shattered pane used earlier at ringside! With a hideous idea forming, she scrapes the glass shards inward with her boot, mixing them into the tack-covered patch in the middle of the ring until it becomes a shimmering bed of pain! Crystal pushes herself up, one hand on her lower back, one eye nearly shut from blood, and still she swings that kendo stick from earlier in one final act of defiance! Crack! It catches Mercedes in the ribs! Another shot to the shoulder! A third across the thigh! Mercedes drops to a knee and Crystal screams as she rushes the ropes for momentum, springboarding off the open side frame, but Mercedes surges up at exactly the right instant, catches her out of the air, twists her inverted across her shoulders, and with the last of her strength plants her with Black Rose Overdrive right onto the thumbtacks and shattered glass!
Simone: BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE! ON THE TACKS! ON THE GLASS!
Lunam: Sweet merciful heavens! She dropped her straight into destruction!
Crystal bounces and folds with nowhere safe to land! Mercedes herself nearly collapses from the effort, but instinct and hatred drive her forward as she sprawls across Crystal’s body for the cover, more falling than hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, MERCEDES VARGAS!
Mercedes rolls off immediately, barely able to move, chest heaving and body shredded from barbed wire, tacks, and glass! She has her hand raised only briefly before nearly sagging back to the mat, and even in victory there is nothing triumphant on her face, only exhaustion and a terrible grim satisfaction!
Simone: I do not know whether we just witnessed a wrestling match or an act of war, but Mercedes Vargas survived it and Crystal Hilton gave every piece of herself in that ring!
Lunam: That was insane! That was violent even by death match standards! Barbed wire, tacks, light tubes, broken glass, cane shots, and enough blood spilled to stain the canvas forever! Mercedes won it, but neither woman is leavin here whole!
Simone: Crystal Hilton proved exactly what you said earlier, Erik! She was the part of Crystal’s legacy built to endure something like this! She fought through horror after horror and kept getting back up!
Lunam: Aye, and Mercedes Vargas was a devil from bell to bell! Ruthless, clever, and cruel enough to find the one final opening! That Black Rose Overdrive onto the tacks and glass ended a war tonight!
Paramedics swarm the ring immediately, sliding under the bottom edge with medical gloves and trauma kits as officials follow close behind! One team tends to Crystal, carefully checking the cuts on her scalp and back while trying to remove thumbtacks and glass from her shoulders! Another team kneels beside Mercedes, examining the barbed wire tears across her side and arms, and even as they work, both women can barely keep still from the pain! The camera lingers on the wreckage inside the ring, the tack-strewn mat, the shattered light tube dust, the smeared blood, and the ruined bodies of two women who hated each other enough to walk into carnage and make sure the other suffered every second of it!
VOICE OVER: Coming in just TWO WEEKS....!
VOICE OVER: It's the ABruisement Park Tour 2026!
03/22/2026 - Carlsbad, CA - LEGOLAND) - LEGOLAND California Resort
03/29/2026 - Sandusky, OH - Cedar Point - Cedar Point Grand Pavilion
04/05/2026 - Rust, Germany - Europa-Park - Europa-Park Arena
04/12/2026 - Staffordshire, UK - Alton Towers - Alton Towers Resort
04/19/2026 - Copenhagen, Denmark - Tivoli Gardens area - Tivoli Congress Hall
05/03/2026 - Into the Void XV - Osaka, Japan - Universal Studios Japan- USJ Group Special Events venue
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW World Bombshell Championship!
The referee entered the ring first, veteran SCW official Drew Patton stepping carefully through the ropes with the calm, seasoned body language of a man who had seen just about every kind of championship chaos this company could produce. Patton adjusted the cuffs of his striped shirt, rolled his shoulders once, and then began a slow circle of the ring, checking each rope in turn and testing the tension in the corners. The atmosphere in the building already felt heavier than usual, the kind of restless energy that only came with a world title match where neither woman in it could be trusted to keep things clean for longer than absolutely necessary. Patton exchanged a brief look with the timekeeper at ringside, gave a small nod, and then moved to the center of the ring as the lights shifted and the challenger’s music began to play.
The opening piano strokes of “Skeletons” by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn’t acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Frankie moved at her own pace, carrying herself with the smug, unbothered swagger of a woman who believed the violence ahead belonged to her. She did not throw a glance toward the fans lining the aisle. She did not sneer, taunt, or posture. She simply kept that crooked grin stretched across her lips and made her way down the ramp like she was arriving to a private execution. Her shoulders were loose, her steps unhurried, and there was something deeply unnerving in how relaxed she appeared before a championship bout. By the time she reached ringside, the crowd’s mixed reaction had only grown louder, but Frankie treated all of it like background noise.
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Weighing in at one hundred and forty-nine pounds! Frankie Holliday!
Simone: Frankie Holliday always looks like she enjoys making people uncomfortable, but tonight that grin feels even more dangerous. She knows a title is on the line and she is absolutely the kind of challenger who will drag this thing into the mud.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s where Frankie’s at her most dangerous, Belinda. She’s bigger, she’s rougher, and she loves a dirty fight. If this turns into a scrap instead of a wrestling match, that suits her just fine.
Frankie stayed seated in the corner for another moment after the introduction, chuckling under her breath with her arms draped casually over the middle ropes. Drew Patton kept one eye on her from across the ring, already wary, already prepared for nonsense before the bell had even sounded. Then the arena darkened again.
“I will kill your dreams.”
The voice of Kayla Richards gives way to the opening guitar riff of Bad Omens “Like a Villain”. The lights flash from being on and bright to dark and switching between a dark purple and red. Kayla Richards steps out onto the stage in her gear, a black leather jacket over it, her long hair flowing down as she makes her way to the ring, she runs and slides up and across the apron on one knee before getting into the ring and putting both her hands in 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 a fingergun pose pointed at the crowd.
The SCW World Bombshell Championship was draped over Kayla’s shoulder as she stood at the top of the stage, her expression ice cold and full of contemptuous confidence. She looked less like a champion hoping to survive a defense and more like an executioner already deciding how she wanted the challenger put down. Every step she took toward the ring had a purpose to it, the title gleaming under the pulsing purple and red lighting. She slid into the ring with that smooth burst of athleticism, rose from one knee, and hit her signature pose without ever once taking her eyes off Frankie Holliday. Across the ring, Frankie finally stood up from the corner, grin widening just a little as she looked at the gold on Kayla’s shoulder.
Justin: And her opponent! From Norwich, East Anglia, England! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds! She is the reigning and defending SCW World Bombshell Champion! Kayla Richards!
Simone: There is just something about Kayla Richards when she carries that title. She walks differently, she fights differently, and she knows that one strike can change everything.
Lunam: She’s lethal, simple as that. Ye make one mistake against Kayla and she’ll cash it in with interest. The champion might be smaller, but she’s vicious enough tae make size mean very little.
Kayla shrugged out of the black leather jacket and tossed it out through the ropes before stepping forward and handing the championship to Drew Patton. The referee held it up high in the center of the ring while the crowd roared, then passed it carefully to the timekeeper at ringside. Patton called both women closer and gave his final instructions, stressing the rules, the break counts, and the fact that this was a standard match with disqualifications and count-outs fully in effect. Neither woman responded with anything close to respect. Frankie only smirked. Kayla only stared. Drew Patton looked from one to the other, backed away, and signaled to the timekeeper.
DING DING DING!
They met in the center almost immediately, but instead of a collar-and-elbow tie-up, both women circled in short, predatory steps, testing distance with feints of the shoulder and half-steps in. Kayla struck first, flicking a sharp martial arts kick into Frankie’s lead leg to test her base, then darting in with a knife-edge chop that cracked against the challenger’s chest. Frankie absorbed it with a grimace and answered by driving a toe kick into Kayla’s stomach, doubling the champion over just enough for a clubbing right hand to the side of the head. Kayla staggered sideways and Frankie stayed on her, hammering an elbow into the back of the neck before grabbing a wrist and snapping Kayla across the ring with an Irish whip. The champion rebounded, and Frankie nearly took her head off with a clothesline that dropped her hard.
Simone: Frankie starting fast and nasty. She is not giving the champion any room to build rhythm.
Lunam: Smart as can be. Ye do not let Kayla settle in. Ye do not stand there and let her pick her shots. Ye bully her before she can bully ye.
Kayla pushed up on instinct, but Frankie was already there. Holliday yanked her upright by the arm and started delivering multiple clotheslines while keeping control of the wrist, each shot turning Kayla inside out in brutal succession. On the third one, Kayla crumpled to both knees and Frankie followed with a wicked knee lift to the jaw. Kayla recoiled, and Frankie immediately snapped her over with a snap suplex, floating neatly into a cover as Drew Patton slid into position.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Kayla powered a shoulder up, more angry than rattled, and Frankie’s grin sharpened. She dragged the champion up again, this time spinning behind her and planting a forearm into the back of the neck before dropping her across a belly-to-back backbreaker. Kayla arched in pain and rolled toward the ropes, but Frankie followed with a stomp to the spine and then another, keeping the pressure on before yanking her back by the ankle.
Simone: Frankie is doing exactly what she should be doing here. She is attacking with force and she is staying on top of Kayla every second she can.
Lunam: Every blow is meant tae take a little bit more away. A lot of challengers get impatient with champions. Frankie’s being vicious, but she’s also being methodical.
Frankie tried to haul Kayla to her feet again, but the champion suddenly raked her across the eyes with a nasty gouge that sent Holliday stumbling backward with both hands to her face. Drew Patton immediately stepped in with a warning, but Kayla ignored him, darting forward with a leaping calf kick that smashed Frankie under the chin. The challenger dropped backward toward the ropes, and Kayla was on her in an instant, peppering her with repeatable forearms to the side of the head before whipping her into the corner. Frankie hit the buckles chest-first, and Kayla came flying in with a running corner dropkick that drove her down into a seated position. The champion took two quick steps back, then charged in again and slammed both boots into Frankie with another running dropkick while Holliday was seated against the turnbuckles.
Drew Patton moved in fast when Kayla stayed there stomping away.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Kayla backed off at four with a sneer, palms raised just enough to let Patton know she had heard him and simply did not care until she had to. Frankie pulled herself up using the ropes, but Kayla instantly caught her with a sitout jawbreaker that rattled the challenger and then whipped her across the ring. On the rebound, Kayla snapped off a beautiful hurricanrana that sent Frankie tumbling. Holliday scrambled to one knee, and Kayla nearly caved her in with the Roaring Elbow. Frankie dropped flat, and Kayla hooked a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Frankie kicked free and rolled away, and now it was Kayla who pressed the pace, stalking after the challenger with cold efficiency. She grabbed Frankie by the head, fired another knife-edge chop into the reddened chest, then another, and then drove a sudden knee into the ribs. Frankie answered with a desperate right hand. Kayla fired a forearm back. Frankie threw another punch. Kayla came back with a sharper, cleaner forearm that stunned her. The exchange escalated fast, both women standing chest-to-chest in the center of the ring and throwing heavier shots, until Frankie abruptly ducked under a swing and buried an elbow into the back of Kayla’s neck. That opened the champion up just enough for Frankie to spike her with a flatliner.
The challenger wasted no time. She yanked Kayla up into a snapmare, snapped the neck backward with ugly force, then hit the ropes and dropped a pinpoint elbow onto the upper chest. Before Kayla could fully recover, Frankie trapped her in a grinding chin lock from behind, wrenching the head and neck while leaning all her body weight into the hold. Drew Patton crouched down beside them, asking the champion if she wanted to submit, but Kayla snarled and shook her head, planting a boot and then another as she fought her way up. She drove repeated elbows into Frankie’s ribs until the grip loosened, then turned sharply and blasted Holliday with a step-up enzuguri that cracked flush against the side of the head.
Simone: What a shot from the champion. She needed something sudden and something clean, and that was both.
Lunam: She can turn a bad moment into a good one in an instant. That’s championship instinct.
Both women were slower getting up now, but the moment Kayla surged in for a running bulldog, Frankie shoved her off. Kayla hit the ropes chest-first and bounced back into a release gourdbuster that slammed all the air out of her. Frankie rolled to her knees, dragged the champion up, and this time drove a brutal gutbuster into the center of the ring. Kayla folded over, gasping, and Frankie followed by yanking her into the corner. Shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust pounded into Kayla’s midsection before Frankie backed up and came crashing in with a running forearm and enziguri combo that rocked the champion against the buckles.
Frankie stepped in again, but this time Kayla got both boots up and sent Holliday stumbling back. The champion climbed to the second rope in one motion, looking to launch something spectacular of her own, but Frankie recovered quickly enough to meet her. Holliday grabbed at Kayla’s waist and climbed up after her. The crowd rose, sensing danger, as both women fought for position on the ropes. Frankie hammered a right hand, then another, then hooked Kayla up for a superplex. Kayla resisted, throwing body shots and a desperate headbutt, but Frankie muscled her over and sent both women crashing off the second rope with a thunderous superplex that shook the ring.
Both women lay flat for a moment, and Drew Patton began his standing count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Frankie stirred first and rolled toward Kayla, draping an arm over the champion.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Kayla barely got the shoulder up, and Frankie’s grin came back. She dragged the champion back to her feet, trapped the wrists, and drove the Wisconsin Autopsy knee strike square into Kayla’s face. The impact echoed. Kayla dropped like a stone.
Simone: Wisconsin Autopsy! This could be it right here!
Frankie crawled into the pin as Drew Patton dropped to count.
ONE!
TWO!
At that exact moment, Kayla’s leg kicked wildly upward and caught Drew Patton flush near the side of the head as he leaned in for the count. The referee reeled sideways and then collapsed to the mat, clutching at his temple. The crowd erupted instantly as Frankie looked up in disbelief, then irritation.
Lunam: Ah here we go! Drew Patton’s been wiped out! Complete accident, but now there’s nae law in the building for the moment!
Frankie turned back to Kayla and, realizing there was no referee to make the count, her expression shifted from frustration to something much darker. She rose slowly, rolled her shoulders, and then started taking advantage of the chaos. First came stomps to the ribs. Then a kick to the spine. Then an eye fishhook that drew a furious reaction from the crowd as Frankie pulled back on the corners of Kayla’s mouth with vicious delight. She finally released and dragged the champion up into a nasty piledriver, spiking her in the middle of the ring with no referee there to stop it. Frankie turned to the corner, breathing heavily, and then ran back in with a shining wizard that snapped Kayla’s head sideways.
Simone: This is exactly what we were afraid of. No Drew Patton, no one to restore order, and both of these women are too ruthless to show any restraint.
Frankie looked out to ringside, then made a reckless choice. She dragged Kayla toward the corner, slung her upside down into the tree of woe, and sprinted across the ring before charging back with a running forearm smash that blasted the trapped champion in the face. Kayla came loose from the corner and tumbled awkwardly to the canvas. Frankie stood over her, breathing hard, then hauled her up again with a crazed grin. She positioned Kayla for Black River Falls, taking her time now, savoring the chance to end the match in ugly fashion while the referee was still down.
But Kayla, half-conscious and desperate, started firing elbows from the elevated position. One caught Frankie in the jaw. A second clipped the temple. A third made Holliday’s balance falter. Kayla slipped down behind her, shoved Frankie chest-first into the buckles, and then raked both eyes for good measure before hitting the ropes. She came back with a running bulldog that planted Frankie face-first. Kayla staggered to the far side of the ring, saw Drew Patton still trying to recover near the ropes, and understood the situation instantly. With no count coming yet, she had to create something decisive.
Frankie got back up first, still shaking cobwebs free, and charged toward the champion with a big boot. Kayla ducked it by inches, bounded to the middle rope in one smooth motion, and sprang backward. In a breathtaking flash of timing, she caught Frankie on the turn with a sudden Sliced Bread #2 out of nowhere, the rotation snapping Holliday forward and driving her skull-first into the canvas. The crowd roared at the spectacle, but Kayla did not cover immediately because Drew Patton was only just reaching the ropes and pulling himself back toward consciousness.
Lunam: Good God almighty, what a counter! She pulled that one right out of thin air!
Simone: That is exactly the kind of spectacular moment champions survive on! But she needs Drew Patton awake!
Kayla slapped the mat in frustration, then grabbed Frankie by the wrist as Holliday groggily pushed up to hands and knees. The champion measured her, every muscle in her body tense, eyes narrowed, waiting for the exact instant Frankie rose high enough. Then Kayla exploded forward and smashed the Dreamkiller V-Trigger directly into Frankie’s jaw from seemingly nowhere. Holliday went limp on impact and collapsed backward like her strings had been cut.
By then, Drew Patton had dragged himself into position and saw Kayla dive into the cover, hooking both legs deep.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Kayla rolled off Frankie and sat up on both knees, breathing hard, sweat-soaked hair hanging in her face, while Drew Patton remained on the mat for a second longer before forcing himself up to a crouch. At ringside, the timekeeper handed the championship back in, and Patton took it before rising fully and presenting it to the champion. Kayla snatched the title, stood, and had her hand raised despite the obvious punishment she had taken.
Justin: Here is your winner, and still SCW World Bombshell Champion! Kayla Richards!
The crowd thundered as Kayla held the title high over her head, standing over the fallen challenger while Drew Patton leaned against the ropes for support, still feeling the effects of being accidentally wiped out in the middle of the match. Frankie remained flat on her back, blinking up at the lights, her chest heaving after coming within inches of stealing the championship before the chaos spun away from her.
Simone: What a war for the SCW World Bombshell Championship. Frankie Holliday absolutely had moments where she looked ready to rip that title away. Once Drew went down, the whole match became dangerous in a different way. Frankie used that opening to do every ugly thing she could think of, but in the end Kayla Richards found a way to survive and then produce a spectacular finish out of absolutely nowhere.
Lunam: That's the champion's instinct right there. Frankie had the size, the brutality, and for a while she had total freedom once Patton was out of it. But Kayla kept her wits about her, found that unbelievable Sliced Bread counter, then hit the Dreamkiller at the perfect moment. Ye can say what ye like about her, but Kayla Richards is still champion because when the pressure’s highest, she can end a fight with one flash of brilliance.
Kayla backed toward the corner with the championship raised again, her face twisted into a hard, triumphant smirk as the lights reflected off the gold. Frankie slowly rolled onto her side, one hand pressing to her jaw, the grin she had worn on the way in finally gone after being caught by something she never saw coming. In a match full of heavy shots, dirty tactics, referee chaos, and one breathtaking closing sequence, it was Kayla Richards who walked out with the SCW World Bombshell Championship still in her possession.
The private dressing room was one of the few places in the building where the noise of Blaze of Glory XV felt muted. Outside, the arena throbbed with life. Production crews moved at a sprint, road agents barked instructions, music cues echoed from somewhere down the hall, and the restless pulse of the crowd swelled and dipped like a living thing waiting for blood. Inside the room, however, the air was warmer, more personal. Carter’s ring jacket hung neatly on a hook near the mirror. His boots were laced and waiting. The World Heavyweight Championship sat on the long table beneath the lights.
Helluva Bottom Carter sat in a chair near the table, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely in front of him. He was dressed to compete except for the final layers of his entrance gear, and though his face was calm, there was a stillness about him.
Miles leaned against the counter nearby with his arms folded, watching him. Kevin, meanwhile, had decided that silence was an enemy and he was personally going to kill it. He stood in the middle of the room with a phone in one hand and the wild confidence of someone who had mistaken himself for a comedian in the other.
Kevin: Okay, no, listen, this one is the winner. This is the one that is gonna crack you.
HBCarter glanced up, already suspicious.
HBCarter: Kevin, I swear to God, if that’s another cursed image of some raccoon in sunglasses, I’m taking your phone.
Kevin gasped in exaggerated offense and clutched the phone dramatically to his chest.
Kevin: First of all, rude. Second of all, that raccoon had style. Third of all, this is art.
He thrust the phone toward Carter’s face. Carter looked despite himself. On the screen was a badly edited image of a gloomy gothic castle with Alexander Raven’s face awkwardly pasted into one of the windows while a flock of birds had all been replaced by tiny screaming chickens.
There was a beat.
Then Carter pressed his lips together so hard it looked painful.
HBCarter: That is so stupid.
Kevin, instantly encouraged, pointed an accusing finger.
Kevin: But you almost laughed.
HBCarter: No, I didn’t.
Kevin: Your left eye twitched. That counts.
Miles let out the faintest sound of amusement and shook his head.
Miles: Kevin, you are fighting for your life in here.
Kevin: And winning, thank you for noticing.
Even Carter lost the fight then. It was not a full laugh at first, more a reluctant crack in the armor, a brief grin that appeared before he tried to flatten it away. But Kevin saw it. Miles saw it. The room changed the instant it happened, the tension easing by a notch.
Kevin: There he is. That’s what I’m talking about.
HBCarter: Don’t get used to it.
Kevin: Too late.
Carter shook his head, but the edge in his posture had softened. He leaned back again, this time with less of that brittle, inward pull.
Kevin, sensing momentum, launched into the final phase of his campaign.
HBCarter: You two are ridiculous.
Kevin: We prefer indispensable.
Miles: Speak for yourself. I’m dignified.
Kevin snorted.
Kevin: You married him. Your dignity’s on probation.
That got another small laugh out of Carter just as a knock sounded at the door.
All three men turned toward it.
The room quieted.
Miles moved first, crossing to the door and opening it to reveal Pussy Willow standing just outside with microphone in hand, camera operator hovering a respectful distance behind her. She wore the polished, composed look of someone who knew she was about to step into a sensitive room and intended to do it professionally.
Pussy Willow: Sorry to interrupt. Carter, do you have a moment for a few words before the main event?
Miles glanced back at Carter rather than answering for him. Carter straightened in his chair, ran both hands down his thighs once, and let that last trace of laughter settle into something calmer, sharper. He looked once at Miles, once at Kevin, then nodded.
HBCarter: Yeah. I got a moment.
Miles stepped aside to let Pussy Willow in. Kevin slid off the table and moved out of the camera line, though not far. He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall, still close enough to be part of the room’s support. Miles remained near Carter’s shoulder, not intruding, simply present.
Pussy Willow took her place, microphone poised.
Pussy Willow: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Pussy Willow, and at this time I am joined by the reigning SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter, just moments before he heads into what may be the most grueling title defense of his reign. Carter, tonight you defend the championship against Alexander Raven in a Three Stages of Hell Match. First, I want to ask you about Raven himself. He has made no secret of his intention to drag you into deep water and beat you in a match built on attrition, punishment, and endurance. When you look at Alexander Raven as a challenger, what do you see?
Carter rested his forearms on his knees again, but this time there was no uncertainty in the posture. He looked directly at Pussy Willow, then briefly at the camera.
HBCarter: What I see when I look at Alexander Raven is a man who’s dangerous for a reason. That part’s real. He’s not walking into this off smoke and mirrors. He’s clever, he’s patient, and he knows how to make a fight ugly. Raven likes to drag people out of their comfort zone and into something meaner, something slower, something that makes you question whether the win is worth the damage. That’s where he thrives. He wants people tired, frustrated, hurting, second-guessing themselves. He wants the match to stop being about wrestling and start being about survival.
Carter paused, his tone growing firmer.
HBCarter: But here’s the thing. I don’t underestimate him, and I sure as hell don’t fear him. I respect what he can do. I respect what he’s willing to do. And because I respect it, I prepared for the worst version of Alexander Raven, not the highlight reel, not the entrance, not the mind games. The worst version. The version that wants to break me down piece by piece and call it strategy. So when I look at Raven, I see a serious challenger. I see a man coming for my championship with both hands. But I also see somebody who’s about to learn that I do not stay down just because the fight stops being pretty.
Pussy Willow nodded, letting the answer breathe before moving to the next question.
Pussy Willow: Tonight’s stipulation is one that can test a champion physically, mentally, and emotionally. A Three Stages of Hell Match is not one contest, but a progression of punishment, each fall demanding something different from the competitors. How do you prepare for something like that, and what does that stipulation mean to you going into this defense?
Carter leaned back slightly, drawing a measured breath before answering.
HBCarter: A lot of people hear “Three Stages of Hell” and they think about brutality first. They think about weapons, blood, exhaustion, all the obvious stuff. And yeah, that’s part of it. You’d be stupid not to acknowledge that. By the time a match like this is over, you are not the same man who walked into it. But what makes this kind of fight special, and dangerous, is that it keeps asking new questions. You don’t just win one match. You have to keep adapting. You have to survive one fall, then reset. Survive the next, then reset again. You don’t get to panic. You don’t get to emotionally cash out because one piece went wrong. You have to stay present all the way through.
He glanced toward the championship on the table, then back at Willow.
HBCarter: For me, that stipulation means there are no shortcuts tonight. No lucky break is carrying anybody through three stages. No one big move is going to save you. It’s about conditioning, focus, instinct, pain tolerance, and heart. Real heart. Not the kind you put on a poster. The kind you find out you have when your body’s failing and the job still isn’t done. So how do I prepare for that? I prepare by accepting exactly what tonight is. I’m not walking in blind. I know this is going to hurt. I know Raven’s gonna make it hell any way he can. I know there may be moments where it feels like this thing could slip away. But I also know I have been through hell before, and every time somebody thought that was the end of me, I kept going.
His voice lowered, not in softness but in conviction.
HBCarter: That’s what the stipulation means to me. It means if Alexander Raven wants this title, he has to take it from a man who will fight him through every single stage until there is absolutely nothing left.
Pussy Willow held Carter’s gaze a moment longer, then nodded once more.
Pussy Willow: Final question. This is the biggest title defense of your reign. The pressure is enormous, the challenger is formidable, and the stipulation may favor someone as sadistic and methodical as Alexander Raven. What is your outlook on tonight’s main event?
For a second, Carter did not answer. He sat there in the quiet, the distant roar of the arena seeming to hum in the walls. When he finally spoke, his voice was even and unmistakably certain.
HBCarter: My outlook is simple. Tonight is the kind of night champions are remembered for.
He rose from the chair then, not abruptly, but with purpose, and the camera subtly adjusted with him. Standing, he seemed larger somehow, the humor from earlier now refined into confidence.
HBCarter: This is not supposed to be easy. This is not supposed to feel comfortable. If you’re the World Champion and every defense is convenient, then what are you really proving? Nights like this are where the title means the most, because nights like this are where somebody tries to take everything you built and leave you in pieces under the lights. Alexander Raven thinks this environment belongs to him. He thinks the darkness, the pain, the chaos, the drawn-out suffering, that’s his kingdom. Maybe it is. But he’s forgetting something real important.
Carter stepped closer to the title belt and rested one hand on it.
HBCarter: You don’t have to belong to hell to survive it. You just have to be tougher than the man standing across from you.
Kevin, off-camera, gave a small approving nod. Miles said nothing, but the look on his face was one of complete faith.
HBCarter: My outlook tonight is that I walk into the hardest defense of my reign as the champion, and I walk out of Blaze of Glory still the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Raven can bring all the violence he wants. He can drag this through every miserable stage he’s dreamed about. He can test my body, my patience, my will, all of it. And when it’s over, he’s gonna understand something that everybody else eventually understands.
Carter looked straight into the camera now.
HBCarter: I am not just carrying this championship. I earned it. I bled for it. I survived for it. And if Alexander Raven wants to make tonight hell, then he better pray he’s ready to live there longer than I am.
The room went still after that, the statement hanging in the air with the weight of a bell about to ring.
Pussy Willow: Helluva Bottom Carter, thank you for your time. Good luck tonight.
HBCarter gave a short nod.
HBCarter: Thank you.
Pussy Willow offered a professional smile, then turned and exited with the camera operator. Miles closed the door behind them, shutting out the hallway noise once more.
For a heartbeat, no one said anything.
Kevin: Okay, yeah, that was cool as hell.
Carter looked over at him, one corner of his mouth tugging upward.
HBCarter: Just cool?
Kevin: Fine. Extremely cool. Annoyingly cool, even.
Miles gave him one firm nod. Kevin pushed off the wall. Carter reached for the title, lifted it from the table, and slung it over his shoulder. The gold caught the light as he turned toward the door, no longer a man sitting with his thoughts, but a world champion on his way to meet the worst the night could offer.
And this time, when he smiled, there was nothing fragile about it.
Senior referee Jasmine St. John steps foot inside of the six-sided ring to officiate the final match of the evening! She shakes Justin's hand and takes her position, her eyes sharp and alert as she looks from one side of the arena to the other, fully aware that what is about to unfold is not simply a championship match but a war divided into three brutal chapters! The crowd inside the packed arena can feel it too, the air alive with anticipation and hostility, every fan on their feet as the tension thickens around the ring like a storm cloud waiting to burst!
Justin: The following contest is the Three Stages of Hell match for the World Heavyweight Championship!
The fans roar in response, a thunderous wave of noise that rattles the barricades and fills every inch of the building!
Justin: The first fall is a First Blood match!
That announcement only intensifies the electricity in the air! There are no pinfalls! No submissions! No shortcuts to survival! The only way to claim the first fall is to split your opponent open and leave no doubt! Jasmine St. John gestures toward the timekeeper, then glances toward the entrance, ready for absolute chaos!
Simone: This is where strategy goes out the window and pure malice takes over! First Blood is ugly, it is vicious, and when you put Helluva Bottom Carter and Alexander Raven in that environment, you are asking for outright carnage!
Lunam: Ah, and that is exactly what we are about tae get, lass! These two men do not simply want tae win, they want tae hurt one another! They want tae make the other suffer! Carter has the championship, but Alexander Raven has made it plain as day that he is willing tae drag the champion through hell itself tae take it!
Justin: Introducing first!
As the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue! Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain!
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd! His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself! His hand extends out to his side, drinking in the reaction! Alexander Raven slowly begins to make his way down the ramp!
Justin: Introducing the challenger! From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! Alexander RAVEN!
As he reaches the ring apron, Alexander steps up onto the ring apron, and he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from the crowd! An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring! Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on the capacity crowd!
Simone: Look at the focus on his face! Look at the coldness in his eyes! Alexander Raven is here to do damage tonight!
Lunam: And take note, Belinda, Luna Pasilno is nowhere tae be seen! She is usually at ringside, always lurking in the shadows of Raven's biggest moments, but not tonight! Raven said he wanted tae go this one alone, and that tells ye all ye need tae know about his mindset! He does not want distractions! He does not want comfort! He wants violence!
Justin: And his opponent!
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system! The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss!
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds! He is the reigning and DEFENDING World Heavyweight Champion! Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area! Suddenly Alexander Raven rolls out of the ring, beneath the bottom rope!
Lunam: Here we go!
Carter sees him coming and the two bitter enemies, champion and challenger, collide on the floor as Jasmine is forced to call for the bell as the fight for the World title erupts on the outside of the ring!
DING DING DING!
The bell is barely heard over the eruption of the crowd as Raven and Carter crash together at full speed near the base of the ramp, both men throwing fists before either can properly set their feet! Carter lands first, a forearm smashed across Raven's jaw, then another, then a spinning wheel kick that catches Raven on the side of the head and rocks him backward into the barricade! Carter surges forward with the fire of a man who has been waiting to unleash months of rage, hopping onto the barricade and launching himself with a flying forearm that drives Raven down to one knee on the floor!
Simone: Carter came out like a missile!
Carter does not let up! He grabs Raven by the wrist and snaps him forward with a wicked arm drag onto the thinly padded ringside floor, then races in with a standing dropkick that catches Raven square in the chest and skids him backward into the steel post base! Raven winces, but before he can rise Carter sprints around the corner and leaps, connecting with a running hurricanrana that sends Raven tumbling awkwardly across the floor and nearly into the timekeeper's area! Carter is moving too fast, feeding off the crowd as he grabs Raven by the head and bounces him face-first off the apron edge! He looks at Raven's face immediately, checking for blood, but there is none yet!
Lunam: Carter is treating this like a sprint, but First Blood is nae won with flair alone! Ye have tae open a man up!
Raven answers with brute force! As Carter reaches again, Raven buries a hard thumb to the eye, then blasts him with a straight punch to the ribs and another to the jaw! Carter stumbles, and Raven pounces with a Lou Thesz Press on the floor, raining down hammering punches with savage precision! Jasmine circles them, crouching low, checking both men while warning Raven to keep it legal enough to remain a contest, but Raven ignores everything except the target beneath him! Carter twists, kicks his legs, and finally shoves Raven off! He pops up quickly, only to be folded in half by a thrust kick to the midsection that sends him backing into the barricade with a gasp!
Raven stalks in and drives his boot across Carter's face in a facewash against the lower edge of the barricade, grinding the sole with contempt before dragging Carter upright and hurling him shoulder-first into the steel steps! Carter crashes and spins to the floor, clutching at his arm! Raven looks down with cold calculation, then tears away the top half of the steel steps and throws them aside just for the pleasure of creating more danger around them!
Simone: This is the shift right here! Carter was in control early, but Raven has slowed it down and turned it ugly!
Raven yanks Carter up and whips him hard toward the announcer's table! Carter manages to leap onto it instead of crashing into it, balancing for the briefest instant before jumping backward into a moonsault press attempt, but Raven catches him across the shoulders! The challenger marches two steps and dumps Carter with a brutal belly-to-back suplex onto the table top! The monitors shake! Papers fly! Water bottles scatter! Carter rolls off the side, landing in a heap!
Lunam: Sweet suffering saints, what a counter!
Raven follows and begins tearing at the ringside environment like a man possessed! He clears the Spanish announce table! He rips loose a power cable and loops it around Carter's throat, planting a knee between the champion's shoulder blades as he chokes him with vicious leverage! Carter claws frantically at the cable, face reddening, boots kicking against the floor! Jasmine immediately dives in, forcing Raven to release before it becomes outright strangulation! Raven throws the cable down, then smirks as Carter coughs and crawls!
Simone: Raven is using everything around him as a weapon! He is not trying to beat Carter, he is trying to break him down until the blood comes!
Raven snatches the timekeeper's bell from the table and swings it like a club! Carter ducks just in time and the bell smashes against the ring post with a harsh metallic clang that echoes through the arena! Raven turns and Carter drills him with a calf kick! Raven staggers! Carter springs off the apron with a tightrope dropkick that sends Raven crashing backward into the announce desk! The champion smells momentum and slides under the ring, dragging out a steel chair to a huge response from the audience!
Carter swings for Raven's back, but Raven snatches the chair out of his hands and boots him in the stomach! He opens the chair, sets it down for a heartbeat, then grabs Carter for what looks like a power move! Carter wriggles free, lands behind, and hits a slingblade on the floor! Raven tumbles onto the open chair, which snaps shut under his weight! Carter grabs the chair, folds it, and drives the edge into Raven's midsection once, twice, then brings it down across the upper back! Jasmine checks Raven's forehead, his nose, his mouth, but still there is no blood!
The fight finally spills into the ring where Carter slides in first and beckons Raven to follow! Raven does, slower now, one hand rubbing his ribs, but his eyes remain fixed and pitiless! The crowd rises again as the two men circle and then explode into each other! Carter throws a dropkick that sends Raven backward into the corner! Carter rushes in with a handspring clothesline, then follows with a bronco buster that sends the fans into hysterics before he springs away and charges again for a running dropkick! Raven sidesteps and Carter crashes hard into the buckles!
Raven immediately goes to work on one corner, peeling the turnbuckle pad loose with deliberate fingers until the steel beneath is exposed!
Simone: Oh no! That is bad news for Carter!
Raven drags Carter up by the hair and tries to ram him forward into the exposed steel, but Carter braces both boots against the mat and blocks it at the last second! Carter throws a pair of back elbows, spins out, and with a burst of desperation drives Raven forward instead! Raven's forehead smacks the exposed steel with a nasty clang and he recoils instantly, staggering back toward center ring! Jasmine gets right in front of him, looking for the cut! The crowd collectively gasps!
Lunam: Did that do it?!
No! Raven's skin is marked, maybe swelling, but not split! Carter can hardly believe it! He rushes in with a double knee facebreaker, then tries to follow with a sunset flip powerbomb, but Raven counters halfway through by grabbing the ropes and holding on! Carter scrambles up and charges, only for Raven to catch him and plant him with a sudden exploder suplex that throws the champion almost across the ring!
Raven rolls outside and reaches under the apron, pulling out another chair and then a table to an enormous reaction! He slides both into the ring! Carter is already rising when Raven hurls the chair at his chest like a projectile, stunning him! Raven steps in, hooks Carter's head, and spikes him with a DDT directly onto the fallen steel chair!
The impact is sickening! Carter bounces and sprawls on the canvas, clutching at his skull as Jasmine drops down to inspect him immediately! Still somehow, impossibly, there is no blood!
Simone: How is Carter not bleeding after that?!
Lunam: I do not know, but the champion's luck cannae last forever!
Raven snarls in frustration and begins stomping Carter mercilessly, targeting the head and neck, then drags the table into place near the ropes! He tries to haul Carter onto it for something more devastating, but Carter fights back with sharp elbows to the ribs! Carter slips free, slams Raven face-first off the table edge, and then leaps to the middle rope for a springboard attack, only for Raven to catch him in mid-air with a straight punch that turns him inside out! Raven does not even bother covering because he cannot! Instead he mounts Carter again and hammers him with short, ugly punches, grinding his forearm over Carter's brow in hopes of opening skin the hard way!
Jasmine checks again! Nothing!
The frustration begins to eat at both men! Carter crawls to the apron and drags himself outside, needing space, but Raven follows immediately! They brawl past the corner and toward the barricade! Carter fires a desperate enzuigiri that stuns Raven, then grabs him and launches him with a tilt-a-whirl hurricanrana that sends Raven crashing chest-first into the barricade! Carter races in with a shining wizard against the rails, then yanks Raven onto the ring apron and tries for a Spanish Fly to the floor, but Raven clubs down on the back and blocks it! He shoves Carter off the apron and Carter lands awkwardly on his feet before Raven jumps with a springboard elbow from the apron to the floor, wiping the champion out completely!
Simone: Alexander Raven is taking insane risks tonight!
The challenger pulls Carter up and hurls him over the announce table, not onto it but over it, sending the champion crashing into the cluster of production crates and spare equipment behind commentary! Microphone stands tip over! Headsets go flying! Raven hops over after him and slams Carter's face off one crate, then another, hunting for that first sign of red! Carter shoves him back and counters with a wristlock into a fast arm drag that flips Raven onto the concrete near the aisle! Carter then catches Raven seated with a basement dropkick to the face, and for one hopeful second the crowd thinks that might do it, but when Raven rolls over there is still no blood!
Lunam: These men are too stubborn for their own good!
Back near the ring, Carter reaches under the apron and brings out another table! He slides it halfway into the ring, then thinks better of it and leaves it there as he turns back to Raven! The challenger is already moving, already recovering, and when Carter charges in with wild momentum Raven catches him with a drop toe hold that sends Carter throat-first onto the middle of the barricade! Carter stumbles backward gagging, and Raven capitalizes with a German suplex on the floor that folds the champion up violently! The back of Carter's head bounces off the mats, but even then the skin refuses to break!
Raven's expression changes from focused to furious! He tears the top off the steel steps again and positions the lower half near the corner of the ring! Then he drags Carter up by the wrist and spits words directly into his face, unheard by the crowd but burning with contempt! Carter responds by slapping Raven across the face! The arena explodes!
Simone: Oh, that was pure disrespect!
Raven swings! Carter ducks! Carter unloads with forearms, then a spinning wheel kick that snaps Raven's head sideways! Carter sprints up the ring steps, launches from the apron, and crushes Raven with a diving meteora to the floor! Both men collapse in a wreckage of limbs and pain, but Carter claws up first, his hair hanging wild, his chest heaving! He sees the steel steps only a few feet away and an idea flashes across his face! He grabs Raven and tries to drive him head-first into them!
Raven blocks!
The two men struggle, muscles straining, boots grinding against the floor, each man trying to force the other's skull into the steel! Carter nearly does it! Raven shifts! Carter throws a knee! Raven answers with a clubbing forearm! Carter rebounds off the apron and charges with everything he has left, pure rage and speed carrying him forward as he tries to blast through the challenger once and for all!
Alexander Raven sees it coming!
At the last possible second, Raven drops low and catches Carter with a perfect drop toe hold! Carter is launched forward and his forehead smashes directly into the edge of the steel steps with a horrifying crack!
The champion flips sideways and crumples onto the floor instantly, arms sprawled, body twitching from the impact! For half a second the arena goes silent in shock! Then Jasmine St. John drops to her knees beside him, turning his face just enough to check!
Blood begins to pour from Carter's forehead, a bright crimson sheet running down the side of his face and dripping onto the floor!
DING DING DING!
Simone: He got him! He got him! Carter is busted open!
Lunam: Dear God almighty, what a finish tae the first fall! Raven used Carter's own momentum against him and drove the champion straight into the steel!
Jasmine waves her arms emphatically toward the timekeeper and points at the blood on Carter's face, making the decision official as medics and ringside attendants begin moving closer without yet interfering! Raven pushes himself up to one knee first, chest heaving, then to his feet, staring down at the fallen champion with a hard, grim satisfaction on his face! He does not celebrate wildly! He simply nods to himself, knowing he has accomplished exactly what he came to do in this fall!
Justin: Alexander Raven has won First Blood!
The crowd unleashes a mixed roar of shock, anger, and awe as Raven stands over the wounded World Heavyweight Champion! Carter rolls weakly onto one side, blood continuing to stream down from his forehead and stain the matting beneath him! He tries to push himself up, tries to show the fight is not gone, but the crimson on his face tells the whole story! Alexander Raven drew first blood! Alexander Raven takes the first fall!
Simone: What a savage opening chapter in this Three Stages of Hell match! Carter threw everything he had at Alexander Raven and it still was not enough to keep himself from being opened up!
Lunam: And that is the frightening part, Belinda! Raven is now up by one fall! He has weathered Carter's speed, survived the champion's creativity, and in the end he found the one opening he needed! That exposed steel step may as well have been a guillotine! Carter is in trouble now, real trouble, because Raven has the lead and the momentum both!
Simone: This thing is only getting worse from here! If that was the First Blood fall, I cannot even imagine what is coming next!
Raven backs away a few steps, not taking his eyes off Carter for even a moment, while Jasmine checks on the champion and the ringside officials prepare for the second fall! Carter wipes some of the blood from his eyes, glaring upward through the crimson mask, refusing to stay down despite the damage! The hatred between champion and challenger burns hotter than ever as the first stage comes to its brutal conclusion with Alexander Raven one fall ahead!
Justin: It is now time for the second fall in this Three Stages of Hell match! Falls Count Anywhere!
The fans erupt into a thunderous roar, the cheers crashing around Dickies Arena like a wave as the realization sets in that what had already been a brutal, blood-soaked war is about to spill even further beyond the six-sided ring! There will be no sanctuary now! No ropes to force a break, no floor space too distant, no corner of the arena beyond the reach of violence! Senior referee Jasmine St. John remains near the action, keeping one eye on the champion and one on the challenger as ringside officials hurry to clear some of the debris from the first fall, though they are far too late to truly restore order! This place already looks like the aftermath of a riot, and with Falls Count Anywhere now in effect, that riot has officially resumed!
Simone: This is the kind of fall that can shave years off a wrestler's career! There is no safe zone now! They can fight at ringside, in the crowd, on the concourse, backstage, anywhere they can physically drag each other!
Lunam: And ye have tae look at the state of Helluva Bottom Carter right now! The poor devil is bleeding heavily from the forehead after losing that First Blood fall! It is running down his face, into his eyes, onto his chest! He is already wounded before this second fall even begins, and that gives Alexander Raven a cruel advantage!
Jasmine glances to the timekeeper and signals for the restart!
DING DING DING!
The second the bell sounds, Raven is on Carter like a starving wolf! The challenger lunges forward at ringside and drives a boot into Carter's ribs before the champion can even fully rise from one knee! Carter tries to cover up, one hand instinctively going to the cut on his forehead, but Raven clubs him across the back of the neck and drags him upright by a fistful of hair! Carter fires back with a forearm to the jaw, then another, trying to create separation, but Raven answers with a savage knee to the midsection and hurls the champion hard into the barricade! Carter's back slams against the steel rail and he cries out, the blood from his forehead splattering across the top of the barrier from the sheer force of the collision!
Simone: Carter is fighting at a terrible disadvantage now! Every blow is shaking that head wound!
Raven does not let him breathe! He charges in from several feet away and absolutely spears Carter through the barricade, snapping the steel loose at the seam and sending both men crashing into the front row area in a twisted heap of steel, limbs, and human wreckage! Fans leap backward in shock, security rushing to create space as the two men lie tangled amid the collapsed railing! Carter clutches at his ribs, gasping, while Raven rolls onto his side with a grimace, equally battered by the impact!
Lunam: Sweet Lord above! Raven cut the man in half! He speared him straight through the barricade!
Jasmine scrambles around the broken rail and drops into position as Raven drapes an arm over Carter's chest amidst the debris!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The crowd explodes as Carter jerks a shoulder up, refusing to surrender the second fall so quickly! Raven glares at Jasmine for an instant, then wipes sweat from his brow and hauls Carter up again! The champion is dazed, blood still dripping down his face and neck, but when Raven swings wildly Carter ducks and buries a standing dropkick right into the challenger's chest, knocking him backward into a cluster of folding chairs set up in the aisle! Carter stumbles up after him and, with a sudden burst of fury, grabs Raven by the arm and whips him directly into a row of chairs! Raven crashes sideways through them, the seats scattering and clattering across the floor as fans leap away from the impact zone!
Simone: There is the fight of a champion! Carter is still in this!
Carter lunges in with a running senton across Raven and the broken chairs, flattening him and earning another huge ovation from the crowd! He grabs Raven by the head and pulls him up through the aisle, both men now brawling their way deeper into the audience! They trade punches among screaming fans, security and arena staff desperately trying to clear a path as the fight surges up the steps toward the concourse! Raven drives a stiff elbow into Carter's jaw, but Carter answers with a spinning wheel kick that catches Raven on the temple and nearly sends him toppling over a row of seats! Instead Raven grabs hold of a handrail to stay upright! Carter charges, hooks Raven around the head, and snaps him down with a slingblade across the concrete steps between sections!
Lunam: The champion is fighting like a man possessed! He knows if Raven takes this fall, it is over!
As they spill onto the concourse level, the chaos only intensifies! A merchandise stand becomes the next battlefield! Raven, thinking fast, yanks a metal T-shirt rack free from its spot and lowers it like a spear, charging straight at Carter with malicious intent! Carter sidesteps at the last second and Raven drives himself halfway into the merchandise display, getting tangled in hanging shirts, plastic hooks, and swinging metal arms! The visual is almost absurd for a split second, Raven snarling with a half-ripped SCW shirt hanging over his head and one arm trapped awkwardly in the display, but Carter gives him no time to recover! The champion tears him free and launches him bodily across the merchandise table, sending shirts, hats, replica championship belts, cups, posters, and foam fingers exploding in every direction!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Simone: He just threw Alexander Raven through half the SCW store!
Carter vaults over the wrecked table and crushes Raven with a running splash across the display wreckage, knocking more merchandise to the floor! Jasmine dives down beside them for another count!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven kicks out with authority and immediately jams a thumb toward Carter's wound, smearing blood into the champion's eye! Carter recoils, blinking furiously, and Raven shoves him backward toward a nearby concession stand! Raven snatches up a pair of giant sodas from the counter and hurls the sticky contents right into Carter's face! The champion staggers, momentarily blinded by the liquid mixing with the blood already pouring down from his forehead! Raven capitalizes at once, grabbing Carter by the head and smashing his skull off the laminate counter, then sweeping the legs out from under him so he crashes hard against a row of overturned trash cans and stacked menu boards!
Lunam: Ah, that is wickedly clever from Raven! The blood in Carter's eyes was bad enough, but now the challenger has made it twice as difficult for the champion tae see what is coming!
Raven drops into another cover on the sticky concourse floor!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Carter throws his shoulder up again and the fans around the concourse let out a huge relieved roar! Raven rises with visible frustration, dragging Carter by the hair and trying to set him for a suplex onto the concession counter, but Carter blocks it! The champion drives a pair of punches into Raven's ribs, then suddenly hoists with all his might and backdrops Raven onto the counter instead! Cups and napkin dispensers scatter as Raven crashes across it chest-first before rolling off the other side! Carter doubles over, breathing heavily, then wipes blood and soda from his face and staggers after him!
The fight rolls farther down the concourse and into the path of a popcorn cart! Carter catches Raven with a forearm, then another, then whips him hard into the cart! Raven crashes through it and the whole thing seems to explode, showering the concrete with popcorn tubs, loose kernels, butter spray, cardboard trays, and splintered panels! The cart tips over with a metallic shriek! Carter grabs Raven by the hair and drags him through the mess, trying to stay on offense, but Raven rakes the eyes and slams Carter down onto the slick concrete! Carter's back and head hit hard amidst the spilled popcorn and melted butter, and Raven lunges across him for another desperate pin as Jasmine slides into the mess herself!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: How many times can these men survive tonight?!
Raven smacks the floor in frustration and hauls Carter upward again, only for the champion to fire a desperate knee to the body! They brawl toward a stairwell landing inside the arena, both exhausted and filthy now, Carter's face crimson and sticky, Raven's gear covered in drink stains and popcorn! Carter gains a step of separation and tries for something huge near the stairs, hooking Raven for a hurricanrana down the landing, but Raven fights free with a hard club to the back! He shoves Carter violently, and the champion tumbles down part of the staircase, smashing against the railing before bouncing awkwardly down several steps and landing in a painful sprawl on the landing below!
Lunam: Oh no! Carter went down those stairs like a stone!
Raven rushes down after him and drops for the cover immediately!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The reaction is deafening as Carter barely, barely gets the shoulder up! Raven sits back on his heels for a split second, stunned that even that was not enough, but the hesitation costs him! Carter claws at the railing, drags himself upright while Raven rises more slowly, and then the champion does something that electrifies the entire building! Carter scrambles onto the side rail of the sloped access ramp beside the staircase, balancing precariously for a heartbeat while the fans scream in disbelief!
Simone: What in the world is he doing?!
Carter uses the descent for speed, sliding and charging down the rail in a blur before launching himself at the bottom with a wild clothesline that nearly turns Raven inside out! The challenger flips backward from the force and crashes onto the landing floor, and the fans lose their minds as Carter collapses beside him, too drained to cover immediately!
Lunam: That was madness! Absolute glorious madness from the champion!
Finally Carter crawls across Raven's body!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven survives again!
The two men continue onward, now staggering through a service hallway toward the suite and backstage access areas! Carter whips Raven into a wall, then into another, but as they enter a luxury suite corridor Raven leans into every dirty instinct he has! He slips a quick low blow in behind Jasmine's line of sight, doubling Carter over in agony! Raven drags him onto a buffet counter, clearly looking for a powerbomb through the polished surface, but Carter punches free with repeated shots to the head! Raven reels, and Carter surges with a backdrop that sends the challenger crashing onto the counter instead! The whole serving station collapses beneath Raven's weight, trays, silverware, and decorative panels crashing to the floor in a spectacular heap!
Simone: He broke the entire counter in half!
Carter throws himself over Raven!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
At the very last instant Raven gets a shoulder off the floor, and Carter slaps the broken tile in frustration! He pulls Raven onward again through the service corridor, but now Raven finally lashes out with full heel cunning! A rolling road case comes flying out from beside a production alcove as Raven shoves it hard into Carter's midsection! The champion folds over the case in pain, and Raven slams the lid down repeatedly on Carter's arm and shoulder with horrifying force! Carter screams and tries to wrench free, but Raven drags him fully atop the road case, hooks the head, and drops into a swinging neckbreaker off the equipment case onto the concrete floor!
Lunam: That was sickening! Carter's neck may be broken after that!
Raven crawls over for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Again Carter survives!
Raven can hardly believe it! He grabs Carter by the hair and marches him deeper backstage, both men stumbling now into the loading dock hallway! The atmosphere changes here, cold and industrial, with cables, crates, and equipment trunks lining the walls! Carter suddenly fires back, summoning another burst of fight as he whips Raven hard into a metal roll-up door! The bang echoes like a gunshot through the corridor! Raven lurches forward and Carter tries to hoist him for a slam onto a pile of production mats and coiled cables, but Raven slips behind and shoves Carter shoulder-first into a stack of equipment trunks! They topple like dominoes, crashing around the champion in a violent chain reaction!
Simone: This match is destroying the entire building!
They stumble from the loading area into a backstage interview set, complete with a polished desk, stools, lighting rigs, and a branded backdrop! Raven throws Carter through the backdrop wall, the champion tangling in curtains, support poles, and torn fabric as the set collapses around him! Raven stalks forward, thinking he has finally cornered his prey, but Carter bursts back through the wreckage like a man possessed! With a roar he grabs Raven around the torso and plants him with a side slam through the interview desk! The tabletop shatters beneath them, lights topple, and the SCW logo wall caves inward from the force!
Lunam: Carter came through that set like a damned cannonball!
Carter hooks the leg amidst the destruction!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven kicks out again, and by now the crowd following the fight through monitors and the arena's giant screens are nearly hysterical! Both men are running on pure hatred! Carter pulls Raven up and drills him with a jumping neckbreaker on the backstage floor, then a shining wizard against a cinderblock wall! Raven answers with a sudden German suplex that folds Carter onto the concrete! Carter flips through the pain and lands on hands and knees, only for Raven to lock on a vicious armbar attempt right there on the floor! Carter fights it instantly, twisting, booting, clawing toward a production crate until he can smash Raven in the side of the head with it enough to break free!
The war eventually spills once more toward the entrance tunnel! Both men can barely stand, but the sight of the stage ahead seems to awaken them! The audience in the arena rises as the fight returns to view, and the cheers become deafening when Carter and Raven emerge through the curtain, swinging at each other under the lights! Raven lands a thrust kick to the body! Carter answers with a calf kick! Raven swings wild, Carter ducks and connects with a wheelbarrow DDT on the stage itself, spiking the challenger's head and bouncing him across the hard surface!
Simone: They are back out here! Somehow these two are still fighting!
Carter senses the moment! He pulls Raven up and drives him with a front dropkick that sends the challenger staggering toward the stage edge! Then with one final burst, Carter charges and clotheslines Raven clean off the stage! Raven goes flying nearly twenty feet down, crashing through stacks of tables and crates below in a violent explosion of wood, metal, and splinters! The sound alone is enough to make the crowd gasp in horror before immediately roaring in stunned amazement!
Lunam: He threw him off the stage! He threw Alexander Raven off the bloody stage!
Carter falls to one knee at the edge, breathing hard, staring down at the wreckage below! Raven is barely moving among the shattered tables and broken crates! It would be easy enough to climb down and cover him! It would be logical! It would be safe!
Instead, Helluva Bottom Carter turns and starts climbing the light tower beside the stage!
Simone: No! No, absolutely not! Carter has got the advantage, but what in hell is the champion doing now?!
Lunam: He has lost what little good sense he had left! The madman is climbing the lighting tower! He is bleeding, exhausted, half broken, and yet he is going higher! Carter, do not do this!
The crowd is in a frenzy now, thousands of voices screaming as Carter climbs higher and higher, each rung taking him farther above the stage! Raven stirs below amidst the rubble, too damaged to roll away, one arm draped weakly over his own chest as splinters of broken table surround him! Carter reaches a terrifying height, nearly twenty feet above the floor, and for a brief second he balances there with the arena lights shining behind him, blood still running down his face like war paint!
Simone: He cannot be thinking about what I think he is thinking about!
Lunam: There is nothing left tae think, lass! He is doing it!
Carter throws his arms wide, then dives!
The champion launches into a breathtaking swanton bomb from the tower, twisting through the air before crashing down onto Alexander Raven and the shattered tables over twenty feet below in a spectacular, catastrophic impact that shakes the entire stage side of the arena! Wood bursts! Crates shift!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men disappear for a second in the wreckage before Carter's body rolls instinctively across Raven's chest!
Jasmine St. John sprints in and drops for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings through the chaos as the audience detonates into one of the loudest ovations of the night! Carter lies sprawled across Raven amidst the wreckage, barely conscious, his chest heaving, blood still streaking down his face, but he has done it! He has survived the challenger, the building, and his own reckless desperation to even the score!
Justin: Helluva Bottom Carter wins Falls Count Anywhere!
Simone: I cannot believe what we just saw! Carter threw Alexander Raven off the stage, then climbed a light tower and dove nearly twenty feet with a swanton bomb to steal the second fall! This has been absolute carnage!
Lunam: That was not a wrestling move, that was a suicidal act of defiance! Helluva Bottom Carter may be out of his mind, but by all the saints it worked! He has evened this war at one fall apiece! Raven drew first blood, but Carter has answered with a miracle in the second!
Simone: Look at the wreckage around them! Look at the condition of both men! How are they supposed to continue after this?!
As medics and officials begin rushing toward the stage area, Jasmine looks back toward the ring and signals for the final stage to be prepared! The crowd begins to turn as a dark shadow appears above the six-sided ring! Slowly, ominously, the steel cage starts lowering from the rafters, descending inch by inch toward the battlefield that had already been ravaged in the first fall!
Lunam: Oh, merciful heavens! Here it comes!
Simone: The final fall is next, and now the cage is coming down! Carter and Raven are tied at one fall each, and after everything we have already witnessed tonight, somehow the worst is still to come!
The steel cage continues its slow descent over the ring while Carter and Raven remain broken amid the stage wreckage, both men battered beyond reason, both having claimed one fall, and with the deciding chapter of this Three Stages of Hell match looming over the arena like a nightmare made of steel!
Justin: It is now the Final Fall, the Steel Cage Match!!
The fans erupt into a deafening roar, rising to their feet as one as the gravity of the moment crashes down over Dickies Arena!! The first fall saw blood spilled!! The second fall saw bodies broken through barricades, tables, crates, and wreckage off the side of the stage!! And now, with one fall apiece, it all comes down to the last possible chapter in this Three Stages of Hell match!! High above the six-sided ring, the steel cage looms like a prison forged specifically for these two bitter enemies, ready to swallow them whole and force one final answer out of the carnage!!
Officials, paramedics and security are extracting Carter and Alexander from the wreckage off the side of the stage. Both men are barely conscious, both covered in sweat, grime, splinters, and bruises, but the difference is impossible to ignore. Helluva Bottom Carter is still bleeding heavily from the forehead, crimson running in thick streams down his face, neck, and chest, staining his gear and leaving drops of red on the arena floor with every unsteady step he takes. Raven looks battered nearly beyond recognition himself, but he is not the one leaking life with every passing second. Carter, swaying like a man running entirely on heart and instinct, reaches down and drags Alexander up by the head. Raven snarls and grabs Carter in return, and with heavy assistance from officials only to point them toward the cage and no farther, the champion and challenger haul each other toward the ring like two wounded animals refusing to die anywhere but in combat.
Simone: This is it!! This is the final stage!! There is nothing left after this!!
Lunam: They shouldnae even be standing, Belinda!! They have torn through half the building, they are bleeding, limping, stumbling, and now they have tae end it inside that steel monster!! This is the very definition of hell!!
The steel cage door is pulled open and both men practically collapse through it rather than enter cleanly. Carter falls to one knee just inside the ropes. Raven stumbles over him and catches himself on the middle strand. Jasmine St. John, bruised in spirit if not in body from trying to keep order through the previous falls, steps in after them and motions emphatically for the door to be shut. The chain slides through. The lock clicks into place. There is no escape from each other now except through pinfall, submission, or clawing your way out over or through the cage!
Simone: This is the final stage!! They can win by pinfall, submission, or by escaping the cage!!
Lunam: And after everything they have done tae each other, I do not know if either man even remembers how tae stop!!
Jasmine gives the signal!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and the Steel Cage Match begins!!
For a few seconds neither man can do much more than breathe, kneeling in opposite directions while the crowd roars around them. Carter wipes blood from his eyes with the back of his wrist and pushes himself upright first. Raven rises a half-second later, holding his lower back and ribs, and the two lock eyes through the haze of pain. Then they explode at one another yet again!! Carter lands first with a forearm, then another, then a sharp spinning wheel kick that catches Raven high on the shoulder and jaw and staggers him sideways. Carter charges with a standing dropkick that drives Raven backward into the cage wall with a brutal metallic rattle. Raven hits the mesh hard, arms spread, and Carter rushes in without hesitation, grabbing hold of Raven and slingshotting him chest-first into the steel a second time!!
Simone: Carter just launched him right into the cage!!
The challenger recoils with a gasp, but Carter is already sprinting from the opposite side. He comes flying back with a running splash that crushes both men against the steel wall, Raven taking the worst of it as the cage shakes violently from top to bottom. The impact bounces Carter backward onto his feet and drops Raven to all fours, coughing and clutching at his chest.
Lunam: The champion is throwing what little he has left like a man desperate tae survive!! He just flattened Raven against the steel!!
Carter reaches down, grabs Raven by the hair, and tries to drag him toward the center for an early pin, but Raven fires a desperate elbow into the ribs, then another, then hooks Carter suddenly and sends him flying overhead with a belly-to-back suplex. Carter crashes hard onto the canvas and rolls toward the ropes, still clutching at his midsection from the accumulated damage of the night. Raven drags himself upright, clearly realizing he is not going to outwrestle Carter cleanly at this point, and glances up at the cage roof. He turns, grabs the mesh, and starts climbing!!
Simone: Raven is trying to get out already!!
Lunam: Smart strategy!! He doesnae need tae keep trading if he can escape this nightmare!!
Raven makes it halfway up the side before Carter forces himself to move. The champion lunges for the ropes, springs up with surprising agility for a man in his condition, and rushes up behind Raven. Carter seizes the back of Raven's waistband and shoulder and yanks him downward with everything he has. Raven loses footing instantly and comes crashing down, crotching himself violently across the top rope before folding over it in agony.
The crowd explodes at the sight!!
Carter, breathing hard and visibly wavering, steps onto the ropes himself, one hand holding the cage for balance. Raven hangs there, stunned and vulnerable, and Carter draws back his boot and bashes the side of Raven's head into the steel mesh once! Twice! Three times!!
On the third smash, the skin finally splits!!
Simone: Raven is busted open!! Raven is bleeding!!
Lunam: Now both men are leaking red!! Both men are bleeding in this final fall!! This has become a slaughter!!
Blood begins to trickle from the side of Raven's forehead and down past his cheek as he slumps to the mat. Carter drops down beside him, then looks up at the cage and makes a desperate decision. He starts climbing, hand over hand, boot over boot, scaling higher with the crowd willing him onward. He gets nearly to the top, fingertips grazing the upper rim, but Raven summons a monstrous second wind. The challenger scrambles up after him with frightening speed, meeting Carter high on the ropes. With Carter's balance already unstable, Raven hooks around the waist and launches backward with a back suplex from terrifying height!!
Carter crashes down onto the mat in a violent heap, bouncing off his shoulders and neck before rolling onto his side in agony!!
Simone: Good God almighty!! Raven just dumped Carter from high on the ropes!!
Lunam: I thought the champion was broken before, but that may have shattered what was left of him!!
Raven collapses beside him, too exhausted to capitalize immediately. Jasmine leans in, checking both men, but both are somehow still conscious enough to keep fighting. They pull themselves up opposite one another again, blood on both faces now, and the visual alone sends the crowd into a frenzy. Carter swings first. Raven answers. Carter fires again. Raven answers harder. They stagger apart and, almost in the same instant, both turn and begin climbing opposite sides of the cage. The audience rises in anticipation as both men claw their way upward, too drained to think of anything but escape.
Simone: They are climbing at the same time!!
They reach the top almost together and meet on the rim, balanced dangerously on the narrow edge above the ring. Carter throws a punch. Raven answers. Carter lands another. Raven rocks him back with a forearm. Twenty feet below, the canvas waits like concrete. Neither man cares. They trade punches on the cage rim with the entire arena screaming beneath them. Carter tries to kick Raven away, but his boot gets tangled awkwardly in the cage mesh on the inner side of the rim.
Lunam: Carter is stuck!! His boot is caught in the bloody cage!!
Raven's eyes light up with cruel opportunity. He hammers away at the trapped leg with forearms and fists, then stomps down on the ankle while Carter clings to the rim and shouts in pain. Carter tries to free himself, but Raven grabs the leg and twists viciously, forcing the champion to hang on with both hands just to avoid falling. Carter finally rips his foot loose, but the damage is done. Raven smashes a punch into his ribs and both men tumble awkwardly back inside the cage, landing in a tangle on the ropes before crashing to the mat.
Simone: That trapped boot may have saved Carter from falling out, but Raven punished him for it!!
Raven recovers first and grabs Carter around the waist near the corner. He uses the ropes to sling Carter forward in a violent catapult that sends the champion face-first into the steel wall. Carter bounces off the mesh and stumbles backward in a daze, and Raven instantly hooks him from behind and rolls him up tightly in the center of the ring!!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!!
Carter barely escapes and the crowd roars again. Raven pounds the mat in frustration, then drags Carter up by the hair and grinds the champion's face against the cage wall with both hands, pushing the forehead wound into the steel while shouting at him through clenched teeth. The image is ugly and intimate, Raven scraping blood and skin across unforgiving metal as Carter snarls and tries to claw free.
Simone: This is personal now in the worst possible way!!
Lunam: It has always been personal, but look at Raven!! He is trying tae sand the man's face off against the cage!!
Carter finally breaks free with a pair of frantic elbows and stumbles toward the door side of the ring. He drops to one knee, then lurches forward again as Jasmine motions to the outside official. The cage door swings open!! Carter dives and slides halfway through, one arm and both shoulders reaching toward the floor, fingertips inches away from escape. But Raven lunges from behind and seizes Carter's ankle with both hands. The challenger drags him all the way back into the ring, Carter clawing desperately at the floor on the outside until his nails skid uselessly away from freedom.
Simone: He had it!! Carter was almost out!!
Lunam: Almost means nothing in a steel cage, lass!! Raven pulled him right back into the fires of hell!!
Raven tries to capitalize immediately with a Boston Crab, sitting down hard on Carter's back and wrenching the battered lower spine, but Carter screams and claws forward, blood dripping from his forehead to the mat. He inches toward the ropes out of instinct, forgetting for a moment there are no rope breaks to save him. Raven leans back deeper, twisting the hold cruelly. Carter flails, then rolls his hips and boots Raven off at last. The challenger crashes into the buckles. Carter rises and lunges in with a handspring clothesline that wipes Raven out of the corner. Carter follows with a running hurricanrana that sends Raven skidding across the blood-spotted canvas, then a split-legged leg drop across the chest!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!!
Raven survives!!
Now it is pure desperation from both men. They crawl toward the open cage door at the same time after Jasmine orders it opened again following the scramble. Carter reaches first and grabs the bottom of the frame. Raven reaches second and grabs Carter's wrist. They are on their knees, inches from escape, trading punches with nothing left in the tank. Carter throws one. Raven answers. Carter answers back. Raven spits blood and throws another. Their fists barely have force anymore, but their hatred gives them enough to keep swinging.
Simone: They are trading shots on their knees right beside the open door!! Look at this!!
Lunam: Neither man will yield!! Neither man will die quietly!! They are fighting for every inch of air in their lungs!!
Raven suddenly surges and drives a headbutt into Carter's face. Carter falls backward onto one hip, stunned. Raven crawls forward toward the door, but Carter lunges and grabs his boot. Raven kicks free and tries to stand, only to get caught by Carter's running dropkick to the knee. Raven crashes into the side ropes and then into the cage. Carter stumbles after him and hooks for the Metallic Driver, but Raven blocks it, backdrops free, and both men collapse again from exhaustion.
Then the crowd noise changes.
A sudden roar spreads through the arena, confused at first and then swelling into outright disbelief as a figure appears at ringside outside the cage.
Simone: Wait a minute!! Wait just a second!!
Lunam: That is Austin James Mercer!! Austin James Mercer is back!!
The fans are on their feet, shouting in shock as Mercer steps into view at ringside, eyes fixed on the ring with a hard, unreadable glare. Simone and Lunam are nearly talking over one another now, trying to make sense of what they are seeing, but inside the cage Raven is down on one knee facing away from the door side and Carter does not fully register who is there through the blood in his eyes. Jasmine barks at outside officials to stay back and keep Mercer away, but the sheer surprise of his return has frozen everyone for a critical moment.
Simone: What is he doing out here!? Why now!?
Lunam: I do not know, but this cannae be good!! Not now, not here!!
Raven topples sideways after missing a desperate swing. Carter, swaying and barely able to stand, sees the open door and starts toward it. Jasmine turns and motions again. The outside official pulls the door wider. Carter falls through halfway, one leg and shoulder through the opening, one hand reaching for the floor.
And Austin James Mercer suddenly grabs the cage door!! Before anyone can react, Mercer slams it with violent force straight into Carter's head!! The steel door blasts into the champion's skull with a sickening crack that echoes through the arena. Carter's body goes limp instantly and he falls backward into the ring like a corpse dropped from a hook.
Simone: No!! No way!! Austin just slammed the cage door into Carter's head!!
Lunam: Sweet merciful God, he has just robbed the champion blind!!
Mercer steps back from the cage, expression cold and unchanging, while inside Raven, who never saw the impact, only sees Carter collapse backward out cold. The challenger blinks through blood and exhaustion, then instinctively lunges and falls across the champion's body as Jasmine, horrified but forced to officiate what is in front of her, drops for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
The bell rings and for a split second the entire arena seems stunned into silence before the reaction erupts into a chaotic storm of boos, screams, and disbelief. Raven rolls off Carter and lies flat on his back, chest heaving, blood streaking down his own face, not yet understanding exactly what has happened. Jasmine looks sick, but the count is done. The match is over.
Justin: Here is your winner of the Steel Cage match and NEWWWW World Heavyweight Champion, ALEXANDER RAVEN!!!!!
The noise in Dickies Arena becomes a wall of sound as officials hesitate only a moment before bringing the World Heavyweight Championship belt toward the ring. Raven, still dazed, pulls himself up to one knee as the title is placed in his hands. He stares at it for a second with exhausted disbelief before clutching it tightly to his chest. Blood runs down his face, mixing with sweat as he rises shakily to his feet, the new champion standing over the motionless body of Helluva Bottom Carter.
Outside the cage, Austin James Mercer remains rooted in place, staring hard into the ring. He begins backing away slowly, never taking his eyes off Carter, his expression saying more than words ever could. Above them, the steel cage begins to rise inch by inch, as if unveiling the aftermath of a crime to the entire world.
Simone: Austin James Mercer just cost Helluva Bottom Carter the World Championship!!
Lunam: There is a brand new World Heavyweight Champion, but there is poison in the victory!! Raven got the three count, yes, but Austin James Mercer changed everything with one swing of that cage door!!
As the cage lifts high enough for people to enter, Luna Pasilno rushes down to ringside and slips inside the ring to join her husband. She throws her arms around Alexander Raven as he stands on unsteady legs, championship belt gripped in one hand while she celebrates beside him. Raven still looks half out of his senses, but as the reality settles in, he raises the title overhead and the boos rain down harder than ever.
At the same time, officials and paramedics flood into the ring around Carter. Miles Kasey is there too, dropping beside him instantly and trying to help as medics check Carter's head, his breathing, and the damage done by the steel door shot. The former champion barely stirs, blood still smeared across his face and hair, his body pushed beyond every reasonable limit before being robbed of the ending on top of it all.
Simone: What have we just witnessed here tonight at Blaze of Glory XV!? We saw a First Blood war!! We saw a Falls Count Anywhere car crash through the entire building!! And in the final fall, after all that Helluva Bottom Carter survived, it ended like this!!
Lunam: Raven leaves with the championship, Carter leaves on the wrong end of betrayal, and Austin James Mercer has returned tae change the entire landscape of SCW in one dreadful moment!! No one will forget this night as long as they live!!
Pyro suddenly erupts from the stage in towering blasts of gold and white as fireworks thunder above the arena, heralding the coronation of the new World Heavyweight Champion. Raven stands amid the chaos with Luna at his side and the title raised high, while behind him medics, officials, and Miles Kasey surround the fallen Carter. It is a split-screen ending to an unforgettable night, triumph and devastation sharing the same ring, one man crowned while another lies broken at his feet.
The final image is Alexander Raven, bloodied and exhausted, holding the World Heavyweight Championship high beneath the fireworks as Blaze of Glory XV fades out on the birth of a new champion and the bitter, shocking fallout still to come!!
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!