Morning light washes across the city in clean bands of gold, catching on the glass towers of Umeda and the endless run of windows that climb above the streets. Traffic moves below in steady ribbons, neat and unhurried despite the size of it all, while trains glide past on elevated tracks with the precision of a second hand. The camera drifts over the curve of the Yodo River, then cuts to the bright clutter of Dotonbori, where the famous Glico runner stretches eternally above the canal and crowds gather beneath neon crabs, dragons, lanterns, and storefront signs layered so densely that every block feels like a poster come to life.
The sights come faster now. Takoyaki turned carefully on iron griddles. Steam lifting from ramen bowls in narrow shops where patrons sit shoulder to shoulder. The calm sweep of Osaka Castle framed by green trees and stone walls. Tourists stopping for photos while locals pass by with practiced ease. A vendor handing a paper tray across a counter. A child pointing toward a passing train. The city feels busy without being frantic, playful without losing its order, and somewhere in all of that movement, SCW has brought its traveling circus to the final stop of the 2026 ABruisement Park Tour.
The view shifts westward, toward Universal Studios Japan, where the grand arch welcomes a river of guests beneath the familiar globe turning slowly in the plaza. Families in character hats stop for pictures. Teenagers in matching shirts hurry toward their first ride of the day. A small group of SCW fans stands near the entrance, one holding a carefully folded Into the Void XV sign under one arm while another adjusts a championship replica belt across his shoulder. Park music mingles with conversation, camera shutters, footsteps, and the occasional burst of delighted laughter from guests who have already given themselves over to the day.
Inside the park, Universal Studios Japan is alive in every direction. The Hollywood streets are bright and polished, with shop windows dressed for spectacle and park patrons weaving between souvenir stands and food carts. Over in Jurassic Park, the greenery thickens around warning signs and themed gates, while the distant sound of a ride vehicle plunging downward earns a scattered cheer from onlookers. Near Amity Village, guests linger with snacks, phones raised for photos, and wary jokes about what might be waiting in the water. In another pocket of the park, the colors turn brighter and stranger as guests wearing Minion goggles and plush backpacks move in clusters, laughing at the kind of nonsense only a theme park can make completely normal.
Then the camera finds its destination.
Gramercy Park, in the New York area, has been transformed.
The six-sided SCW ring stands in the open plaza, centered perfectly so the New York façade rises behind it like a slice of city built for cinema. Brick fronts, painted windows, fire escapes, and street signs create the illusion of an urban block that has been cleared for one impossible night of combat. The short entrance ramp comes through one of the street-style openings, flanked by LED boards dressed up to resemble old studio equipment crates and location signage. Lighting towers have been disguised as movie production rigs, complete with faux call sheets, cable trunks, and little warning placards that read SCW FILM UNIT: DO NOT TOUCH unless you want to be suplexed.
Temporary bleachers fill both sides of the plaza, neatly arranged and already packed. More fans stand behind black barricades in designated areas, phones ready, programs in hand, replica belts draped over shoulders. There is excitement here, but it has a different rhythm than some of SCW’s louder stops. The Japanese audience watches with intent focus, applauding in rolling waves rather than trying to drown out the moment. Fans talk among themselves, point toward the stage, and rise to their feet when cameras pass, but the energy is controlled, respectful, and waiting to be earned.
The ring itself gleams under the lights. The mat is spotless white, marked with the Into the Void XV logo in deep blue, black, and silver. Each turnbuckle bears the SCW logo, and the ropes shimmer under the production lights. Around the ring, photographers crouch at their marks. Crew members make final adjustments with headsets tucked tight against their ears. A boom camera swings over the crowd, catching handmade signs in English and Japanese, some carefully decorated with wrestlers’ names, others simply reading SCW JAPAN, ABRUISEMENT PARK, and one that says I SURVIVED THE ROLLER COASTER BUT NOT THIS CARD.
Inside the ring stands Justin Decent.
Justin is dressed for the occasion in a sleek black formal happi-inspired jacket, tailored closer to the body than tradition would ever allow, with silver trim along the collar and sleeves and the Into the Void XV emblem embroidered across one side. The jacket hangs open just enough to show a fitted deep red shirt underneath, cut low enough to suggest that Justin had looked up formalwear, eventwear, and trouble, then chosen a little of all three. Slim black trousers and polished shoes finish the look, while a silver obi-style sash sits at his waist, more decorative than practical and probably tied by someone with far more patience than he has. His hair is immaculate, his smile is ready, and the microphone in his hand catches the light as he turns slowly to take in every side of the six-sided ring.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, SCW fans here in attendance, and everyone watching live around the world, welcome to Osaka, Japan!
The applause rises at once. It is warm, respectful, and sustained, with many of the fans standing rather than shouting over him. Justin smiles, nodding his appreciation as the camera circles the ring.
Justin: Welcome to Universal Studios Japan, and welcome to the final stop of the SCW 2026 ABruisement Park Tour!
That gets a stronger response. A few fans near the barricade lift their signs higher, while a row of young patrons in matching SCW shirts clap overhead in careful rhythm. Justin turns toward the entrance ramp, then back toward the hard camera.
Justin: We have crossed borders, crossed time zones, crossed theme parks, and in some cases, crossed the line of basic human decency. But tonight, it all comes to this. Championships will be defended. Rivalries will explode. Careers may change. Egos will be bruised, bodies will be tested, and by the end of the night, somebody is going to leave Osaka with a story they will never, ever stop telling.
A few cheers break through the applause now, not wild, but eager. The crowd is getting there, warming with him instead of swallowing him whole. Justin raises his microphone a little higher.
Justin: This is not just another show. This is not just another night under the lights. This is the night SCW steps into one of the most spectacular places in the world and brings you the chaos, the glamour, the violence, the drama, and the questionable decision-making that you have come to expect from us. Osaka, Japan, Universal Studios, and everyone watching at home, welcome to Into the Void XV!
The response is polite but full, a broad swell of clapping from the bleachers and standing sections. It feels less like a roar and more like a ceremony beginning properly, which somehow makes the scale of the place feel even larger. Justin takes a few steps across the ring, letting the applause breathe before he lifts one hand.
Justin: Now, before we get into the action, before the first bell rings, before anybody gets thrown into anything that would make our insurance company stop answering our calls, it is time to welcome the woman who has survived more wardrobe malfunctions, international flights, and backstage disasters than any living soul should be forced to endure.
The fans respond with a ripple of recognition. A few laugh before he even says the name.
Justin: She is SCW’s Hostess With the Mostess, the one, the only, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The stage lights snap to life. The LED boards flash with a burst of glittering pink, yellow, and blue, while a deliberately overblown fanfare plays through the park speakers like someone fed a Broadway overture through a theme park parade float. From the street-style opening at the top of the ramp, Amanda Hugginkiss steps into view and immediately poses as if the entire city of Osaka had been built for this exact entrance.
Amanda is dressed in what can only be described as Minion couture gone catastrophically expensive. Her gown is a huge bell-shaped creation of bright yellow satin, covered in tiny rhinestone goggles that catch every light in Gramercy Park. The bodice is structured like a high-fashion interpretation of blue overalls, complete with glittering straps, oversized silver buttons, and a neckline that suggests the Minions may have unionized and demanded glamour. Around her shoulders sits a feathered stole in electric blue, so large it looks like Big Bird lost a fight with a Vegas drag brunch. Her wig is a towering swirl of banana-yellow curls, pinned with tiny plastic bananas, miniature film reels, and one little plush shark for reasons nobody is prepared to explain.
She does not come to the ring. Amanda remains on the stage, one hand on her hip, the other lifting a jeweled microphone as she waits for the reaction she clearly believes she deserves.
The crowd applauds politely.
Amanda blinks.
She lowers the microphone slightly, places a hand over her heart, and turns her head toward the backstage area with wounded theatrical confusion.
Amanda: Was it something I said?
A soft wave of laughter moves through the bleachers. Amanda turns back to the audience, points one sparkling finger toward them, and beckons with both hands.
Amanda: Oh, no, no, no, babies. Mama did not get dressed like a banana chandelier for light applause. Let’s try that again. Osaka, make me feel legally welcome.
The second response is louder. Still not the deafening roar of some SCW crowds, but there are cheers now, whistles from pockets of fans, and a much livelier burst of clapping. Amanda tilts her head, weighing it with mock seriousness.
Amanda: I suppose that will have to do.
She smiles, delighted with herself, and the crowd gives her another round of laughter. Behind her, the LED boards loop a glittery animated skyline of Osaka crashing into Universal-style film reels, with the Into the Void XV logo floating over it all. Amanda turns slightly, letting the costume fan out so the rhinestones throw little flecks of light across the stage.
Amanda: Konnichiwa, Osaka!
That earns another respectful cheer, along with a few fans waving from the standing section.
Amanda: Hello, Universal Studios Japan! Hello to everyone here in this gorgeous park, everyone watching around the world, everyone watching at home in pajamas, and everyone pretending they are not watching at work. Welcome to Into the Void XV!
The applause rolls again, stronger now. Amanda paces only a step or two, careful with the gown, keeping herself planted on the stage as if she has been told very clearly by several people that the ramp is not her friend.
Amanda: Tonight, we close out the SCW 2026 ABruisement Park Tour right here in Osaka, which means we have reached the end of a journey filled with thrills, spills, chills, bills, and at least three people who learned the hard way that theme park food and pre-match cardio are not friends.
She gives the crowd a knowing look.
Amanda: You laugh because you know. Some of you rode the roller coasters today. Some of you had a turkey leg. Some of you did both, and honey, that is not bravery. That is a medical mystery.
The audience laughs more openly now, not rowdy, but charmed. Amanda turns toward the ring, where Justin stands with an amused little smile, allowing the moment to belong entirely to her.
Amanda: And look at this place! Universal Studios Japan. We have dinosaurs, Minions, sharks, magic, movie stars, monsters, and somehow that is still less dramatic than the SCW locker room before a title match. I walked past one ride today and thought, Oh, that looks dangerous, and then I remembered I have seen our roster try to settle personal issues with ladders.
She lowers her voice slightly, leaning toward the crowd as if sharing a secret.
Amanda: And between us, I did come here hoping for a little romance. A woman travels all the way to Japan, puts on her finest designer formal Minion, and naturally she thinks, maybe tonight I meet a handsome man. Someone tall. Powerful. Deep voice. Strong shoulders. Maybe a little emotionally unavailable, because apparently I have a type.
From behind the stage opening, heavy mechanical footsteps suddenly sound.
Amanda freezes.
A massive animatronic Megatron steps into view near the side of the stage, towering above her in silver and black menace, turning his head with slow, theatrical precision. The crowd reacts with surprised laughter and applause, many phones immediately rising to capture the moment. Amanda looks up at him, unimpressed in exactly the way only Amanda can be when confronted by a giant war machine.
Amanda: I told you specifically to wait for me in the back.
Megatron turns his head toward the crowd, then back toward Amanda.
Amanda lifts one hand and points offstage.
Amanda: No. Don’t you give me that Decepticon nonsense. You had your chance. You said you wanted to dominate the universe, and I said I wanted dinner first. Go on. Shoo.
The animatronic Megatron pauses just long enough for the joke to land, then turns and marches away with the same heavy, dramatic steps. The crowd laughs, a little louder this time, the absurdity translating perfectly without needing much explanation. Amanda watches him go, then flips the edge of her blue feathered stole over one shoulder.
Amanda: Typical. You ask for commitment, and suddenly they remember they have a planet to conquer.
She turns back toward the audience, pleased with the response.
Amanda: But enough about my love life, because we have a show to begin. Tonight, SCW brings Into the Void XV to one of the most exciting cities in the world, in one of the most famous theme parks on Earth, and we are going to give you every bit of spectacle this night deserves. There will be champions. There will be challengers. There will be grudges. There will be entrances so dramatic that somewhere backstage, a fog machine is already praying for mercy.
Amanda takes her mark at center stage as the lights narrow around her. The ring behind her glows under the plaza rigging, framed by the New York façade and the packed bleachers. Justin steps back inside the ring, microphone lowered, watching from the ropes while the cameras settle on Amanda.
Amanda: So, Osaka, Japan, and everyone watching around the world, it is time to begin this show properly.
She raises her jeweled microphone, eyes sparkling beneath the absurd height of her banana-yellow wig.
Amanda: And by properly, I mean with a song.
The stage lights flare. The first notes of Amanda’s opening performance begin to play.
Amanda: I stepped out fierce, I stepped out grand,
With rhinestones glued to either hand.
My wig was high, my lashes curled,
I was the eighth damn wonder of the world.
The lights came up, the crowd went wild,
I winked real cute, I served, I smiled.
Then halfway through my opening strut,
I felt a shift beneath my butt.
Oh no, not now, not here, not me,
I’m on the screen in HD.
The spotlight’s hot, the beat’s a thump,
And something’s trying to make a jump.
I came untucked at the worst possible time,
During my split and my big punchline.
I dropped it low, then I knew my luck
Had packed a bag and said, “Girl, you’re untucked.”
I came untucked when the cameras zoomed,
The front row gasped and the roses bloomed.
I smiled through pain, I danced through fear,
Saying, “Nothing to see, keep clapping, dear!”
I tried to shuffle, I tried to glide,
I crossed my legs like a nun in pride.
The backup boys all turned away,
One whispered, “Girl, are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine,” with a death-grip grin,
While my dignity was caving in.
My corset snapped, my padding slid,
And one fake hip did what it did.
Oh no, not now, don’t let it show,
I paid good money for this glow.
But every step, and every buck,
Was sponsored by my busted tuck.
I came untucked at the worst possible time,
During my death drop and my big high climb.
I spun around, gave a saucy shrug,
While chaos escaped from beneath my mug.
I came untucked when the cameras zoomed,
The judges screamed and the crowd assumed.
I sold it hard, I gave them face,
While rearranging the whole damn place.
The DJ froze, the fog machine died,
A tourist fainted, a child cried.
Security said, “Should we intervene?”
I said, “Not unless you’re bringing a screen!”
Then I did a kick, a twirl, a pose,
Prayed to Cher and pantyhose.
Because a queen survives disgrace,
With duct tape dreams and a pageant face.
I came untucked at the worst possible time,
But I still hit every beat in line.
I lost the battle, but won the war,
Then tipped myself and asked for more.
I came untucked, but I did not quit,
I made that wardrobe failure a hit.
So clap real loud, don’t press your luck,
Amanda’s loose, but she don’t give a tuck!
Untucked, unbothered, still getting paid,
A legendary mess in a rhinestone shade.
The moral is simple, so listen, duck:
Double the tape before you tuck.
The final note of Amanda Hugginkiss’s opening number carries across Gramercy Park, big, bright, and shamelessly theatrical. The LED boards behind her flash with glittering Into the Void XV graphics, the New York façade glowing around the stage as if the entire block had been rented out by someone with too much money and a very loose understanding of subtlety. Amanda holds her last pose with one hand thrown high, the other clutching the jeweled microphone near her chest, her Minion-inspired gown sparkling from bodice to hem beneath the production lights.
The Osaka crowd greets the finish with warm applause, many fans rising from the temporary bleachers while others clap from behind the barricades. It is not the wild, overlapping roar that might greet her elsewhere, but it is focused and appreciative, a respectful response that grows as Amanda sweeps her gaze across the plaza. A few cheers pop up from the standing-room sections, and Amanda, hearing them, gives a pleased little nod as if she personally trained the entire audience in proper drag etiquette.
Amanda smiles broadly, then gathers the sides of her enormous gown and lowers into a curtsy that is much more graceful than the outfit has any right to allow. She rises, pats her towering banana-yellow wig to make sure it has survived international travel, Megatron, and the song, then blows several kisses toward each side of the crowd. One kiss is aimed toward the ring, one toward the broadcast tables, and one toward the camera, held just long enough to be completely ridiculous.
With a final flutter of her blue feathered stole, Amanda turns and disappears behind the curtains at the top of the stage. The last glimpse of her is the back of the rhinestoned gown catching the light before the curtain falls closed behind her. The music fades into the steady pulse of the event theme, and the camera takes one last wide shot of the six-sided ring framed by the New York street façades before cutting down to ringside.
At the main broadcast table, Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam are seated just beyond the barricade, with the ring over one shoulder and the temporary bleachers rising behind them. The table is dressed in black with the Into the Void XV logo across the front, monitors glowing beneath the edge, headsets in place, notes and format sheets arranged with the kind of precision that will probably last until the first ringside brawl.
Belinda Simone looks polished and composed in business chic, wearing a tailored ivory blazer over a black silk blouse, with slim black trousers and understated gold jewelry. Her hair is styled neatly off her face, her makeup camera-ready without being overdone, and she has the calm, practiced poise of someone who can sell a championship main event while a fight breaks out three feet away. Beside her, Erik Lunam looks like he raided a punk rock dressing room and dared production to object. He wears a black mesh top beneath a cropped red-and-black jacket covered in patches, straps, silver hardware, and pins, with painted nails, layered necklaces, heavy boots, and dark eye makeup that gives him the look of someone who might call a wrestling show or start a band in the middle of one.
Simone: Welcome, everyone, to Into the Void XV! We are coming to you live from Universal Studios Japan in Osaka, Japan, and what a sight this is here in Gramercy Park!
Lunam: Ah, would ye look at it? The ring, the lights, the New York streets behind us, and a crowd here in Osaka that’s been absolutely brilliant already. Polite, focused, respectful, and I’ve no doubt they’ll make plenty o’ noise when the action gives them reason.
Simone: The 2026 ABruisement Park Tour has taken SCW through some truly unique settings, but tonight is the grand finale. The conclusion of the tour, one of the biggest SuperCards of the year, and it all happens inside Universal Studios Japan.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s the mad beauty of it. You can walk past dinosaurs, sharks, movie sets, Minions, and then somehow end up watchin’ SCW Superstars and Bombshells try to take each other apart in a six-sided ring. That’s not a holiday, Belinda. That’s a warning label.
Simone: It has been a memorable tour, but tonight is where the wins, the losses, the championships, and the personal rivalries matter most. Into the Void XV has brought SCW to Osaka for a card loaded from top to bottom, and this setting could not be more spectacular.
Lunam: The wrestlers have felt it all week. The fans have felt it all day. There’s a different kind o’ buzz when a company brings a show like this to Japan, especially with a card this stacked. Nobody wants to be the one who comes all this way and leaves with excuses.
Simone: And tonight, we are very proud to share this broadcast with our Japanese commentary team. Let’s send it over now to Kenta Shibasaki and Emi Takahashi.
The camera shifts across ringside to a second broadcast table positioned on the opposite side of the ring, angled to capture both the commentators and the New York façade beyond them. Kenta Shibasaki sits in a crisp navy suit with a white dress shirt and a deep silver tie, his notes arranged neatly in front of him. Beside him, Emi Takahashi wears a sleek black blazer with a soft crimson blouse, her headset adjusted perfectly, her expression bright with professional excitement. The Japanese broadcast table bears both the SCW and Into the Void XV logos, with a small Osaka-themed graphic glowing on one monitor.
Kenta Shibasaki: 皆さん、こんばんは。大阪、ユニバーサル・スタジオ・ジャパンより、SCW Into the Void XVへようこそ。今夜、この特別な舞台で皆さんをお迎えできることを大変光栄に思います。
(English translation: Good evening, everyone. From Universal Studios Japan in Osaka, welcome to SCW Into the Void XV. It is a great honor to welcome you all on this special stage tonight.)
Emi Takahashi: SCWのスーパースターズ、そしてボムシェルズをここ大阪に迎えられることを、とても嬉しく思います。アブルーズメント・パーク・ツアーの最後を飾るにふさわしい、素晴らしい夜になるでしょう。
(English translation: We are very happy to welcome the SCW Superstars and Bombshells here to Osaka. This will be a wonderful night, worthy of closing the ABruisement Park Tour.)
Kenta Shibasaki: 今夜はチャンピオンシップ、激しいライバル関係、そして世界中のファンが注目する試合がそろっています。日本のファンの皆さんも、このリングで繰り広げられる戦いをしっかり見届ける準備ができています。
(English translation: Tonight features championships, intense rivalries, and matches that fans around the world are watching closely. The fans here in Japan are ready to witness every battle that unfolds in this ring.)
Emi Takahashi: 選手の皆さん、ようこそ大阪へ。そして世界中のSCWファンの皆さん、今夜は一緒にInto the Void XVを楽しみましょう。
(English translation: To all the competitors, welcome to Osaka. And to SCW fans around the world, let us enjoy Into the Void XV together tonight.)
The camera returns to the main broadcast table, where Belinda Simone gives a small appreciative nod toward the Japanese commentary team as the crowd applauds again. Behind her and Erik, fans in the lower rows settle in with programs open, some already pointing toward the entrance ramp as the event graphics cycle across the LED boards.
Simone: Thank you to Kenta Shibasaki and Emi Takahashi, and we are honored to have them with us tonight as part of this international broadcast.
Lunam: Absolutely. This is a proper global night for SCW. Different languages, different perspectives, same ring, same danger, and the same poor life choices once that bell sounds.
Simone: And speaking of that bell, we have nine matches scheduled tonight, and every one of them has a story behind it.
Lunam: Nine matches, Belinda. Nine. Title fights, grudges, pride, ambition, revenge, and at least one person backstage right now tellin’ themselves they’ve got a plan when what they really have is nerves and a pair o’ boots.
Simone: Into the Void XV is headlined by a lineup worthy of this setting, worthy of this tour, and worthy of the fans here in Osaka and watching around the world.
Lunam: And what a way to open Into the Void XV! The Bombshell Roulette Championship has been left vacant after the mysterious attack on Alicia Lukas, and now four women have the chance to seize the moment and change their careers forever! Harper Mason! Bea Barnhart! Brittany Williams! Seleana Zdunich! Four fierce competitors, four very different dangers, and only one of them is walkin’ out of Osaka with that championship held high above her head! There’s no ease into the night here, not a chance! We’re startin’ hot, we’re startin’ chaotic, and we’re startin’ with a match where one big move, one clever opening, or one mistake could decide the whole bloody thing! The stakes could not be higher! By the time this one’s over, we will have a brand new Bombshell Roulette Champion!
Simone: The road to the throne ends tonight! Three men fought their way through the Qualifying matches, but only one can climb above the rest and become King For A Day! Ryan Keys! Bulldog Bill Barnhart! Ciarán Doyle! Three very different competitors, three very different paths to this moment, and one prize hanging twenty feet above the ring! There are no shortcuts now. The first man to scale that ladder, reach up, and retrieve the crown will earn the power, the prestige, and the bragging rights that come with ruling SCW for a day! This is ambition made physical! This is risk, strategy, and survival! And by the time it is over, one man will stand above Osaka and reign supreme!
Lunam: Now this one has got a proper spark to it! Helluva Bottom Carter, a former World Heavyweight Champion, was lookin’ at the very real possibility of bein’ left off an SCW SuperCard for the first time in over two years, and ye know that had to sting! But then in steps Cyrus Riddle, the newest addition to the Superstar roster, and instead of easing his way in, instead of takin’ the quiet road, the man all but said bring it! And make no mistake, Cyrus is no rookie wanderin’ into deep water! This man has held gold more than twenty-seven times across well over thirty combined championship reigns, so Carter is not gettin’ some fresh-faced hopeful tonight! He’s gettin’ a battle-tested champion with a point to prove! Carter wants to remind everyone why he belongs on nights like this, and Cyrus wants to make his first major statement at Carter’s expense! That’s danger, pride, and opportunity all wrapped into one!
Simone: The Roulette Championship is on the line next, and this one has all the makings of a show-stealer! Logan Hunter enters Osaka as the now three-time Roulette Champion, a man who has proven again and again that he knows how to survive whatever chaos that division throws at him! But across the ring stands Zayvion Lyons, one of the fastest rising stars in SCW, and maybe the one man who just might have Logan’s number! Zayvion has speed, confidence, momentum, and the hunger of someone who knows a championship win tonight could change everything! But Logan Hunter has made a career out of slipping past even the very best, finding that one opening, that one counter, that one way to walk out with his head and arm held high! Champion versus challenger! Experience versus momentum! The Roulette Championship is about to be defended, and anything can happen!
Lunam: And now we turn from the King to the Queen, and this one could be every bit as wild! Three Bombshells fought their way through the Qualifying matches, three Bombshells earned their place in Osaka, and when it’s over, only one of them will reign supreme! Bella Madison! Frankie Holliday! Cassie Wolfe! Three fierce competitors, three different roads to this moment, and one crown hangin’ twenty feet above that six-sided ring! The first woman to scale that ladder, reach up, and retrieve the crown earns the right to rule SCW for a day! That is power! That is opportunity! That is the kind of prize that can change careers, settle grudges, and turn the whole Bombshell division upside down! There’s no easy climb here, no safe path, and no room for hesitation! One woman leaves Osaka as Queen For A Day, and the other two will be left lookin’ up at what might have been!
Simone: This next match is not about rankings, momentum, or championship gold. This is personal! LJ Kasey and Brandon F’n Hendrix have been locked in a rivalry that refuses to stay buried, and the last time they met at Blaze of Glory XV, Brandon walked away with a major win in that brutal Texas Streetfight! But tonight in Osaka, the battleground changes, and so do the consequences! This time, it is Lethal Lockdown! A structure built for punishment, a match designed to trap two bitter rivals with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no easy way out! Brandon comes in with the advantage of that last victory, but LJ Kasey comes in with the chance to answer it in the most violent way possible! Can LJ even the score, or does Brandon Hendrix prove once again that when the fight turns ugly, he is the man who thrives in it!
Lunam: And now we come to one of the biggest matches of the entire night! The World Bombshell Championship is vacant after Kayla Dreamkiller Richards was forced to step away from active competition for undisclosed reasons, and that leaves the top prize in the Bombshell division waitin’ for someone to claim it! But it won’t be handed over. Not a chance! Victoria Lyons and Mercedes Vargas, two of the very best Bombshells in SCW, are goin’ to battle for the right to fill that vacancy and carry the division forward! Victoria brings fire, confidence, and a hunger that can’t be ignored, while Mercedes Vargas brings experience, legacy, and the kind of big-match composure ye only earn by survivin’ wars like this again and again! One title! Two elite competitors! And by the end of it, Osaka will witness the crownin’ of a new World Bombshell Champion!
Simone: This is the Main Event of Into the Void XV, and the stakes could not be any higher! World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Raven defends his place at the top of SCW against Internet Champion Miles Kasey in a Winner Take All match! Miles wanted the shot at the richest prize in the company, but the opportunity came with a price. If he wanted Alexander Raven’s World Heavyweight Championship, he had to be willing to put his own Internet Championship on the line as well! Now, after every insult, every warning, every threat, and every deeply personal shot between these two men, the talking is over! Two champions walk in. One champion walks out with everything! Alexander Raven wants to prove that the World Heavyweight Championship remains in the hands of the most dangerous man in SCW, while Miles Kasey has the chance to make history by leaving Osaka with two championship belts in his possession! Winner Take All! World Heavyweight Champion versus Internet Champion! One match! Two titles! One man standing at the very top of SCW!
We get a camera shot of Bea Barnhart with a camera person keeping their camera focused on her. After a short pause Bea starts commenting.
Bea: Welcome to Into The Void XV where I am in the opening match of this event. The match I am in is a FATAL FORWAY match for the vacant Bombshell Roulette Championship. My opponents are Harper Mason, Seleana Zdunich, and Brittany Williams. I do not care what the three of them think of me. I do not care who they think they are. The only thing they will care about is when I win our match and I am crowned as the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion. This has been a long time coming and I am going to be crowned the champion tonight. That is all I needed to say for now. The rest of my talking will be done through my action I the ring against Harper, Seleana, and Brittany.
Bea turns and walks away from the camera person and the camera person calls into the network to ask them what they want them to do now as Bea walked away after she gave her comments. They tell the camera person to cut their camera feed and they do so and the screen goes dark for a short time.
The camera cuts backstage at Into the Void XV, where Ciarán Doyle is seen walking through one of the long corridors of Universal Studios Japan. He is already dressed for competition, his gear ready, his expression focused, but something is clearly off. Every few steps, he glances back over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes as if he has heard something. He stops completely, listens, and the faint sound of strange, high-pitched chatter echoes from somewhere just out of frame.
Ciarán slowly turns forward again and resumes walking, trying to shake it off. The chatter starts again.
Ciarán Doyle: No. No, no, no. I’m not doin’ this. I’ve a ladder match to worry about, I’ve a crown hangin’ over the ring, I’ve Bill Barnhart’s thick skull to dodge, and I’m not addin’ whatever this is to the list.
He picks up his pace, but so does the unseen commotion behind him. The little voices get louder, overlapping in a jumble of excited babble, giggles, and squeaks. Ciarán stops sharply and whips around, but the camera turns with him and catches nothing behind him but an empty hallway.
Ciarán stares.
Ciarán Doyle: I know ye’re there. I don’t know what ye are, I don’t know what ye want, and I don’t know why ye’ve chosen me, but I know ye’re there.
He turns back around and almost walks straight into Pussy Willow, stopping just inches away. Pussy jumps slightly, clutching her microphone to her chest.
Pussy Willow: Ciarán! Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.
Ciarán Doyle: Startle me? Ah no, you’re grand. I’m only bein’ hunted through the corridors by invisible nonsense. Happens to every man before a major match, I’m sure.
Pussy Willow gives him a cautious look, then raises the microphone.
Pussy Willow: I was hoping to get a word with you before tonight’s King For A Day Ladder Match. You are stepping into the ring with Bulldog Bill Barnhart and Ryan Keys, with one of the biggest opportunities in SCW hanging above the ring. Where is your head at going into this match?
Ciarán glances over his shoulder again. The chatter resumes for a second, then goes quiet the moment he looks back. He exhales through his nose, trying to regain his focus.
Ciarán Doyle: Where’s me head at? It’s on the match, or at least I’m tryin’ to keep it there. King For A Day is no small thing. You win that, and suddenly you’ve got power. Real power. You get to shape Climax Control in your image for one night, and in SCW, one night can change the course of everything. I’ve been lookin’ at that opportunity since I qualified, and I know what it would mean to win it.
Pussy Willow: Ryan Keys is one of your opponents tonight. He has been called the Party Boy of SCW, but he is also someone who has proven he can handle high-pressure matches. What is your opinion of him heading into this?
Ciarán nods, still distracted but sincere.
Ciarán Doyle: Ryan Keys is a dangerous man, and anyone who writes him off because he likes to have a good time is a fool. The Party Boy of SCW can smile, dance, crack jokes, and bring every bit of energy in the buildin’, but when the bell rings, he can go. He’s fast, he’s creative, and he knows his way around a ladder match better than most. I respect him. I do. I don’t have to dislike Ryan to want to beat him, and tonight, I plan on beatin’ him.
Another burst of chatter rises from behind him. Ciarán’s eyes close slowly.
Ciarán Doyle: Saints preserve me.
Pussy Willow: And then there is Bulldog Bill Barnhart.
Ciarán’s expression sharpens immediately.
Ciarán Doyle: Aye. There is.
Pussy Willow: You have made it clear that you are still not happy about what happened after the qualifying match, when Bill attacked both you and Ryan Keys.
Ciarán Doyle: No, I’m not happy about it. And I’m not goin’ to pretend I am for the sake of bein’ polite. Bill Barnhart has been around long enough to know better, but he did what he did because that’s who he is. He saw two men who had fought hard, and instead of leavin’ it in the ring, he chose to make a statement after the fact. That tells me he knows he needs shortcuts. It tells me he knows Ryan and I are threats. It tells me that underneath all the bluster, all the barkin’, all the veteran talk, Bulldog Bill Barnhart is worried.
Pussy Willow: Do you think that post-match attack gives you extra motivation tonight?
Ciarán Doyle: Of course it does. But I can’t let it make me stupid. That’s the trick of a match like this. You get angry, you chase revenge, you forget the prize hangin’ above your head, and then someone else climbs the ladder while you’re busy tryin’ to settle a score. So aye, if Bill comes near me, I’ll gladly remind him that I haven’t forgotten. But the match is the mission. The crown is the goal. And if I get the chance to put Bill on his back on the way up that ladder, well, I’ll consider that a lovely bonus.
The strange chatter grows louder now, no longer distant. Pussy Willow looks past Ciarán’s shoulder, confused, but the camera still does not pan down. Ciarán notices her expression and sighs.
Pussy Willow: Ciarán, I have to ask. You seem a little distracted.
Ciarán slowly turns his head toward her, giving her a look that says she has just stated the painfully obvious.
Ciarán Doyle: You would be distracted too if you were bein’ followed around by these guys.
He jerks a thumb back over his shoulder. The camera finally tilts down.
Clustered around Ciarán’s feet is a horde of Minions, chattering excitedly, pointing up at him, waving tiny hands, bumping into one another, and generally acting like they have appointed themselves his personal entourage. A few of them are holding little signs with Ciarán’s name spelled incorrectly. One has a tiny white feather tucked into its goggles. Another is trying to climb onto his boot.
Pussy Willow stares.
The Minions all look up at the camera and erupt into louder chatter, bouncing in place like they are thrilled to be on television.
Ciarán looks down at them, exhausted.
Ciarán Doyle: I don’t know when it started. I don’t know why it started. I don’t know how many of them there are. Every time I count, they move, and I lose me place. One of them tried to hand me a banana earlier like it was tactical advice.
One Minion proudly lifts a banana into frame.
Ciarán Doyle: See? There it is again.
Pussy Willow: Are they with you?
Ciarán Doyle: They are absolutely not with me. They’ve attached themselves to me like glitter on a showgirl and now I can’t get rid of them.
One of the Minions hugs Ciarán’s ankle. Another mimics climbing a ladder, then falls over dramatically. Several others cheer.
Ciarán looks back to Pussy, trying to recover a shred of dignity.
Ciarán Doyle: But let me be clear, yeah? Minions or no Minions, bananas or no bananas, weird little hallway goblins or no weird little hallway goblins, I’m walkin’ into that Ladder Match ready. Ryan Keys, Bulldog Bill Barnhart, both of them had better be ready too, because I did not come to Into the Void to be a footnote. I came here to climb, to fight, and to become King For A Day.
The Minions cheer at his feet, their babbling rising again. Ciarán pauses, then looks down.
Ciarán Doyle: And if any of ye touch the ladder, I swear on all that’s holy, I’ll punt ye into the nearest gift shop.
The Minions immediately go quiet, blinking up at him.
Ciarán Doyle: Thank you.
He looks back to Pussy Willow and gives a small, charming smile despite the absurdity.
Ciarán Doyle: Good talk, Pussy. Wish me luck. Apparently I have subjects now.
Ciarán walks off down the hallway, and the Minions swarm after him in a chaotic little parade, chattering, giggling, and stumbling over each other to keep up. One lingers behind, waves at Pussy Willow, then runs after the group.
Pussy Willow remains frozen in place, staring after them. She slowly lowers the microphone, then looks directly into the camera.
Pussy Willow: Did anyone else see that?
The camera holds on her baffled expression for a beat before cutting away.
The scene opens backstage at Into the Void where we see Harper Mason, Brittany Williams, Seleana Zdunich and Bea Barnhart waiting by the Roulette Wheel to decide what the opening contest of the evening will be.
Simone: It’s time to decide who will take the vacant Roulette Championship! We’ve got Harper Mason, Seleana Zdunich, Bea Barnhart and Britanny Williams, all with the same goal: win the Roulette Title that was vacated following the brutal attack on Alicia Lukas.
Lunam: This was scheduled to be Alicia’s title defence against Harper but due to the aforementioned attack? It was turned into this Fatal Four Way! Only thing that’s guarrenteed in this one is that there will be a new Bombshell Roulette Champion and the only thing left to do is determine the match type!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?
The four women nod and Rocky spins the wheel, it goes around a few times before finally stopping on……………
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Falls Count Anywhere OH COME ON!
Simone: Time for Rocky to get the hell out of there!
Lunam: Because those four women are about to brawl!
Sure enough? Two separate brawls break out, Harper with her old nemesis Bea and Seleana with Britany! Jacob calls for the bell as Rocky gets the hell out of there and the ref sprints to the scene.
Simone: And we’re off to an explosive start for our opening contest!
Lunam: This will be good!
The bell rings!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings it takes Jacob a good couple of minutes to get to where the action is taking place and when he does? Not much has changed as the four women are still going at it, that changes a couple of seconds later as Seleana ducks a wild right hand from Brittany and sends her face first into the Roulette Wheel! Britanny then stumbles back into a Back Suplex from Seleana who goes for the first pin of the night.
ONE!
Harper realizes she’s out of position to break it up due to her brawl with Bea who herself is unaware of the pin!
TWO!
But Harper gets creative, repositioning Bea and knocking her down with a STIFF forearm that sends her onto Seleana, breaking up the pin.
Simone: First pin of the night and a creative breakup from Harper!
Lunam: That’s something that she, Seleana, Bea and Brittany are going to have to keep in mind going forward: this isn’t a one on one match!
Harper uses the break in the action to break away from the other four women as she goes in search of a weapon she can use, finding a trash can that conveniently has a few kendo sticks and baseball bats in it.
Harper: Who leaves something like this lying around a theme park?
Simone: …………….you know what? She’s got a point!
Lunam: Youngest in the match at 21 but already questioning the logic of everything!
Harper shakes her head before emptying the trash can and waiting for one of the other Bombshells to come around the corner, Brittany eventually does and Harper goes to attack her with the trash can only for the second generational wrestler to duck under it and dropkick the can into Harper’s face! She goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana comes in from out of nowhere with the save! All three women get to their feet and we see a raised platform not far from where they are standing, presumably for one of the rides, in the background and someone climbing up it.
Simone: Wait, is that Bea?!
Lunam: I guess this is her way of making up for the fact that Bill made King for a Day while Bea missed out!
Harper, Seleana and Brittany start having a three way brawl that takes the trio near to where the ride structure is right as Nea has finished climbing it and the three women are in a stalemate at the moment, that is until a voice rings out from above!
Bea: BOMBS AWAY!
BEA BARNHART LAUNCHES HERSELF OFF THE PLATFORM AND HITS ALL THREE WOMEN WITH A CROSSBODY! Bea goes for a double pin on Seleana and Brittany as Harper rolls away.
ONE!
Simone: Sooooo what was Bea’s plan if they didn’t come towards that platform?
TWO!
Lunam: I’m not really sure if she had much of a plan!
And both women kickout!
Simone: Well, plan or no plan, the match goes on.
Lunam: At this point Harper is the only woman in the match who hasn’t tried for a pin yet but that could change!
Bea is slow to get to fer feet tanks to the high jump she just took and Harper sees this and one of the kendo sticks from earlier, seeing an opportunity she measures Bea up as the veteran wrestler gets back to her feet and when Bea does? Harper cracks the kendo stick over Bea’s heading, Bea remains on her feet but is stumbling so Harper follows that with another kendo stick shot, this time to Bea’s stomach, before dropping the stick and hitting a snap Suplex! Harper floats over into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana breaks it up.
Simone: You were saying Erick!
Lunam: I’m saying that I might try my luck at the cassinos when we get back to Vegas!
Harper and Seleana get to their feet and the two women start trading blows, taking them away from the area and to a different area of the park, Brittany meanwhile gets back to her feet and seeing that Bea is getting to her feet as well? Brittany gives chase and Bea isn’t that far behind them, the four women ended up in Donkey Kong Land eventually and Brittany reveals that she brought the Kendo Stick Harper used with her, using it to crack Harper across the back before she starts choking Harper with it.
Lunam: We’re in a new area now and things might get bananas in Donkey Kong Land!
Simone: That joke was bad and you should feel bad!
To no one’s surprise? The choke doesn’t last long as Seleana scores with a kick to Brittany’s head knocking her down while Harper falls forward, catching her breath, before Seleana can capitalize however Bea comes not the fray and the two brawl into an area bellow a balcony, we can see three figures up there but it’s not that clear who it is, only that they are clearly female, but neither Bea or Seleana notice them.
Simone: Maybe some backstage workers were on a smoke break up there?
Lunam: That far away from the ring?
Bea and Seleana keep going at it for a bit until Bea goes for her patented Bulldog finisher! However Seleana shoves her off and hits the Kattoga on Bea!
Simone: KATTOGA! SELEANA HITS THE ASAII DDT!
Lunam: Do we have a new champion?
However before Seleana can go for a pin? Harper jumps into the frame with a clothesline, knocking the Swede down before hoisting Seleana up and hitting the Encore Set!
Simone: ENCORE SET! THE TORTURE RACK INTO A FLATLINER!
Lunam: Seleana is out, stick a fork in her, she’s done!
Brittany is seen making her move and Harper dives right onto Seleana, trying to get the pin ASAP!
ONE!
TWO!
CASSIE WOLFE BREAKS IT UP WITH THE CORONATION (Corkscrew 630 Splash) OFF THE BALCONY!
Simone: WAIT, WHAT THE HELL?!
Lunam: CASSIE WOLFE WAS WAITING UP THERE? BUT THAT MEANS?
Indeed, as Harper looks up at her former friend angrily Riley and Krystal descend down the balcony.
Cassie: Now who’s the choke artist?
Riley: Might want to turn around!
Riley blows her a kiss as the trio walk off and Harper fumes as she goes to give chase………NOT REALIZING THAT BRITTANY HAS JUMPED ON TOP OF SELEANA!
ONE!
Harper stops as she hears the count.
TWO!
Harper dashes to make the save!
IT’S TOO LATE!
THREE!
Simone: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!
Lunam: Harper literally had the title in her grasp!
Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPION, BRITTANY WILLIAMS!
Simone: This is a travesty! Harper just got screwed out of a title!
Lunam: Oh this is gonna get ugly!
Brittany celebrates with the title while Jacob checks on Bea and Seleana, meanwhile? Harper grabs the kendo stick and goes after Cassie!
The camera cuts backstage at Into the Void XV, where Ms. Rocky Mountains stands near the interview area with a microphone in hand. A moment later, Ryan Keys steps into frame already dressed for the King For A Day Ladder Match, his Bowser-inspired gear standing out in black, dark green, orange, and gold. Aron Baltasarsson stands just behind him, calm as ever, phone in hand.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ryan, tonight you have the chance to become King For A Day. That means power. The chance to book part of a future show. So I have to ask, what does a Ryan Keys show even look like?
Ryan looks at Aron for a second, then back at Rocky with a grin.
Ryan Keys: First of all? Better lighting.
Aron does not even look up.
Aron Baltasarsson: That is not a match.
Ryan Keys: It affects every match emotionally.
Rocky laughs as Ryan gestures toward his gear.
Ryan Keys: But honestly? If I win tonight, I’m not wasting it. I know people hear ‘Ryan Keys gets power’ and think I’m gonna book a foam party, three dance breaks, and somehow make Aron wear sequins.
Aron Baltasarsson: No.
Ryan Keys: He says no now. Give me a clipboard and a little authority.
Ryan smiles, but his voice settles a little.
Ryan Keys: I’d make it fun, yeah. I’m not gonna lie about that. I’d want a show that feels alive. Big entrances, weird match ideas, people getting chances they don’t normally get, and maybe one thing that makes management look at me like I need supervision.
Aron Baltasarsson: You do.
Ryan Keys: And yet, here we are thriving.
Rocky raises the microphone again.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So not just chaos?
Ryan shakes his head.
Ryan Keys: No. Fun doesn’t mean empty. If I get to book part of a show, I want people talking about it after. I want somebody backstage saying, ‘Okay, maybe giving Ryan Keys power was a terrible idea, but it was not boring.’
He points toward the camera with a grin.
Ryan Keys: Tonight I’ve got to get past Bill, Ciaran, and a ladder with bad manners first. But if I climb up there and grab that prize? SCW better clear some room on the schedule.
Aron finally slips his phone away.
Aron Baltasarsson: Within reason.
Ryan turns to him.
Ryan Keys: Aron, buddy, my whole brand is slightly outside reason.
Rocky smiles as Ryan starts to walk off.
Ryan Keys: Also, Rocky? Put in a good word for the better lighting.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I’ll see what I can do.
Ryan Keys: That’s how movements start.
Ryan heads down the hallway with Aron following at his side, already looking like a man preparing to talk his client out of at least six future ideas.
Bill Barnhart is walking down the backstage hallway when one of the camera persons walks up and asks Bill if he is up to airing some comments concerning his KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH against Ryan Keys and Ciaran Doyle. Bill agrees to comment on his match so the camera person sets up and motions to Bill to begin his comments when he is ready.
Bill: This is going to be quite an interesting event at INTO THE VOID XV. What you will see tonight is something you do not see often. In the opening match for the vacant Bombshell Roulette Championship you will watch my wife, Bea, earn the Bombshell Roulette Championship by defeating Harper Mason, Seleana Zdunich, and Brittany Williams. Then after you see Bea crowned as the Bombshell Roulette Champion you will watch me in my KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH against Ryan Keys and Ciaran Doyle destroy the both of them and I will walk away as the KING FOR A DAY and in the future I get to create the matches Ryan and Ciaran will have to be involved in I will also have full authority to assign the matches to everyone who is available for that entire edition of Climax Control. Oh, man, that is going to be one hell of a fun event for me!!!
Bill busts out laughing but he quickly manages to tone down the laughter.
Bill: I need to get moving so please forgive me for walking away from the camera at this time. Do not be surprised when I win this KING FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH as I have no intention of not winning this match.
Bill turns and walks away from the camera person leaving the camera person frantically calling into the studio to ask where he should be going now since Bill walked away from him and his camera to do something else.
Simone: It’s time for this year’s King for a Day Match! Over the past few weeks we have seen Bill Barnhart, Ciaran Doyle and Ryan Kyes qualify for this year’s match and now? The time has come to decide who will book their own special episode of Climax Control in the next cycle!
Lunam: Bill was the first to qualify, defeating Liam Davies on the second show of the tour, while Ciaran fended off Brayden Williams, Ryan however qualified under controversial circumstances when he defeated HB Carter by DQ thanks to Logan Hunter’s interference and he arguably has the most to prove here!
Simone: This should be a hell of a match! Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it the King for a Day Ladder Match!
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.
Justin: Introducing first, from Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing 240ibs, “BULLDOG” BILL BARNHART!
The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Simone: First to qualify and the first to enter!
Lunam: Bill comes into this match with a ton of experience but Ladder Matches don’t play to his strengths!
Justin: And his opponents!
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, cantered and prepared.
The music fades and Ciarán Doyle turns toward the centre of the ring, eyes locked and expression sharpened, ready for the match to begin.
Simone: This is Ciaran’s second ladder match since joining SCW, being one of the four men who competed in the ladder match to determine the #1 Contender for Logan Hunter’s Roulette Title at Blaze of Glory!
Lunam: That much, obviously was ultimately won by Zayvion Lyons but maybe he’ll turn things around here?
The arena lights dim as neon strobes flash across the stage. When “I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?” hits, Ryan Keys bursts through the curtain with his usual electric energy, arms wide as he hypes the crowd. Walking out behind him is Aron Baltasarsson, a multi-time Manager of the Year, calm and composed as he accompanies Ryan down the ramp.
Justin: And being accompanied to the ring by Aron Baltasarsson,, from Las Vegas, Nevade weighing 225ibs “The Life of the Parrty” RYAN KEYS!
Simone: Speaking of that Ladder Match? At first it seemed like tonight’s men’s Roulette Title Matchup would be between Ryan and Zayvion as Ryan defeated Logan at Blaze of Glory to win the title, however? Logan won the title back in Ryan’s first defence and now? He’s in this Ladder Match!
Lunam: Can Ryan go two for two?
Ryan slaps hands with fans before sliding into the ring and springing onto the turnbuckle, tossing his sunglasses into the crowd with a grin. At ringside, Aron cups his hands and shouts toward the ring in his Icelandic accent, “Show them why you are the life of the party, Ryan!” before taking his place at ringside. Dawn goes over the rules with all three men before calling for the bell.
Simone: And the first of the King/Queen for a Day Matches is on!
Lunam: This will be good!
The bell rings!
DING DING DING!
Once the bell rings Ciaran and Ryan make a beeline for each other and start brawling in the middle of the ring but rather than join in? Bill rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs the first ladder he can get his hands on! Ryan sees what Bill is doing he knocks Ciaran down with an Enziguri and goes for a through the ropes dive on Bill only to get a face full of the ladder’s top rung, Ryan hands on the middle rope for a second before dropping down to the floor.
Simone: I think it’s safe to say that was not how Ryan wanted that to go!
Lunam: And with Ciaran down? The ball’s in Bill’s court!
Bill takes a moment to admire his handiwork as Ryan regains his bearings but Ciaran is back on his feet so when Bill goes to slide the ladder into the ring? It gets kicked into his chest via a baseball slide from Ciaran! Bill stumbles backward before Ciaran hits the ropes again and hits Bill with a flip dive to the outside, knocking Bill down! Ciaran poses for the crowd before grabbing the ladder and sliding it into the ring.
Simone: Bill got caught in the moment and Ciaran made him pay for it!
Lunam: And with Ryan down? This is Cuaran’s chance.
Ciaran slides into the ring and sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring but Ryan is already getting to his feet so Ciaran picks up the pace as he starts climbing the ladder, Ryan gets back in the ring and soon joins Ciaran on the ladder, meeting the Irish wrestler atop the ladder were they pick up where they left off earlier with their brawl, albeit about ten feet in the air this time around, however? Bill is back on his feet and has grabbed one of the other ladders.
Simone: Bill’s two younger opponents are unaware that he’s back in the action.
Lunam: And that he has a ladder of his own!
By the time Ciaran and Ryan realize that Bill is back in the action? The older wrestler is back in the ring and has rammed his ladder into Ryan’s ribs, knocking him down and sending the ladder teetering! Ciaran realizes that this is going to end badly for him and hits Ryan with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb off the ladder to save his own skin though as a result? Both men are down! Bill sees his chance and sets up his ladder and starts climbing!
Simone: Now Ciaran and Ryan are down and Bill has a golden opportunity to claim the King for a Day Crown!
Lunam: I’d hate to imagine what Bill will do with that kind of power!
Bill steadies the ladder before he starts climbing up, his eyes firmly on the King for a Day Contract hanging above the ring! However by the time he gets up there? Ciaran is back on his feet and leans the ladder he used earlier against Bill’s ladder AND HITS BILL WITH A RUNNING CANADIAN DESTROYER OFF THE LADDER!
Simone: OH MY GOD!
Lunam: BILL MAY WELL BE OUT OF IT.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Bill is indeed out cold and Bea’s mouth is completely covering her mouth as she takes it in! Ciaran sees the opportunity to claim the contract for his own, Ryan is now back on his feet however and gets into position BEFORE HITTING A RUNNING HURRICANRANA ON CIARAN, GRABBING THE CONTRACT IN THE PROCESS AND BRINGING IT DOWN WITH HIM! It takes Dawn a moment to realize what just happened before he calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE 2026 KING FOR A DAY, RYAN KEYS!
Simone: Ryan has down it! He has won the King for a Day Contract!
Lunam: I think his episode of Climax Control is going to be a wild party!
Ryan celebrates his win with Ryan while Bea checks on Bill and Dawn checks on Ciaran.
Catch up backstage with Savion lions and cleophillips before savion's match later with Logan Hunter for the Relay championship
Zayvion Lyons: OSAKAAAAAA……what's good?
He pauses and raises a finger.
Zayvion Lyons: Naw, we in Japan, let me run that back.
He pauses.
Zayvion Lyons: OSAKAAAAAA…..Genki Ka?!
The cheers in response.
Zayvion Lyons: I want to thank you all for being gracious enough to allow me to visit your beautiful country. I've had a wonderful time here in Japan and all the amazing countries I got to visit on this tour but tonight it's time for business and my business is Logan Hunter.
Zayvion pauses.
Zayvion Lyons: Back in Staffordshire they were calling him a wanker but I think here in Japan you guys have a different word you would like to call Logan Hunter, is it…. baka?
The crowd cheers.
Zayvion Lyons: It's go time tonight. No more talking Logan, it's just me and you in that ring, and I will walk out tonight as your new roulette champion.
Cleo Phillips: Bet.
They walk off camera in the scene fades out.
The scene opens backstage at Into the Void where we see the Roulette Champion Logan Hunter alongside the gorgeous Shields Sisters, Brooke is standing beside her boyfriend while Marissa stands off to the side.
Logan: This cycle began with me winning this championship.
Logan pats he Roulette Title as it rests on his shoulder.
Logan: And it’ll end with me retaining the championship over Zayvion Lyons.
Brooke: No matter what happens tonight? Logan’s walking out the champion and if Carter thinks that I’m going to let him get between Logan and his destiny? PUH-LEASE!
Marissa: Can you PUH-LEASE say please like a normal person?
Brooke: What are you talking about sis? This is normal!
Marissa: If that’s normal than I’m Donkey Kong!
Logan: SILENCE!
The twins quickly shut up though Marissa is visibly annoyed at being interrupted.
Marissa: You cut us off right before our 21st Birthday?!
Logan: YOUR BIRTHDAY ISN’T UNTIL JUNE!
Marissa: In case you haven’t noticed? We’re in May!
Brooke: She’s right!
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: As for you Zayvion? For as long as I live no Lyon will ever reign as Roulette Champion, tonight? YOU WILL KNEEL!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
The lights in the arena cut instantaneously as the beginning melody of “Glass Houses” by Bad Omens begins to play.
As the breakdown hits and guitar riffs, Cyrus Riddle makes his way out from behind the curtain, spitting a purple mist in the air as the spotlight focuses solely on his presence. With the lights lifting in their opacity, he holds up his index and middle fingers on each hand as he takes a confident stroll down the aisle, surveying the crowd.
Justin: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, hailing from London, England. He stands at 6’3” and weighed in at 230 pounds! He is The Impaler, he is the Cryptic Legend, he is The Archetype… CYRUUUUUUUUUUS RIIIIIIIIIIDDLE!”
Upon arriving at the ring, Cy slides onto the apron on one knee and gets to his feet, quickly ascending the second rope and outstretching his arms as the chorus kicks in and he mouths the lyrics.
Placing a foot on the top rope, he propels himself into the ring and hits the ropes only to drop to his knees in the center, closing his eyes momentarily and opening them to a visceral growl in ceremonious self-hype. He finally makes his way to the corner, dumping his entrance attire outside and leaning back calmly.
Justin: And his opponent…
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before standing in the corner and waiting for the match to begin.
The ref moves in and check both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be ring…
DING DING DING!
As soon as the bell rings neither man moves at first, but they then slowly moved forward and to the centre of the ring as they stare at each other for a few moments before Carter blows him a kiss, which Riddle glares at him before backing away, as they then circle the ring before Riddle quickly moves in to try and surprise Carter but Carter was ready for him and dodges back and circle a little more and hesitantly move in and move out as Carters smirks, as Riddle drops to the mat and tries to grab at Carter’s leg but again Carter quickly moves away from Riddle, as Riddle climbs back to their feet before he and Carter move in and lock up.
Simone: Carter and Riddle take their time as they try to figure each other out, as Carter right away tries to get into Riddle’s head, but he doesn’t fall for it and he moves in but Cater dodges and they continue to circle and this happens a few more times.
Lunam: A very tentative start from both, Carter doesn’t want to make a mistake against an unfamiliar face.
They briefly jockey before Riddle breaks and grabs Carter’s wrist and into a wrist lock, where he tweaks it before twist and turning it into a hammerlock, which Carter grimaces from the discomfort, however, before he can contemplate an exit, Riddle breaks and shoves Carter forward. Carter takes the remaining few extra steps to the corner and takes a moment.
Lunam: They now move in and lock up, where they jockey briefly before Riddle breaks and grabs Carters wrist before turning it into a hammer lock. But before Carter can fully react, Riddle shoves Carter away.
Carter looks over his shoulder to Riddle and Riddle stares him down before moving backwards, as Carter turns around and moves out of the corner, where they partially circle the ring as Riddle once again moves in to spook Carter and Carter steps back, as they continue to move around the ring with neither wanting to take the first step. They circle once more before moving in and locking up, but once again Riddle breaks and grabs Carter’s arm and turns it into a hammerlock. Carter grabs at his shoulder as he looks for a way out and he slips free and counters into a hammerlock of his own.
Simone: Carter seems a little perplexed by that, but he turns around as Riddle stares him down. They once more circle and take their time before moving back in and locking up but Riddle breaks and once more locks in a hammerlock.
Lunam: Carter slips free and counters into a hammerlock of his own.
Riddle hunts for a way as he claws at his shoulder briefly before looking down and then hooks his leg with Carters and trip him. Riddle turns and looks down at Carter and then offers out his hand, but Carter slaps the hand away and rolls himself backward and to his feet and Riddle turns his back to contemplate his next move, which is a mistake as Carter charges in and hits a dropkick and Riddle stumbles forward into the ropes. Carter stands to his feet and rushes back in and drives his knees into Riddle’s back and then quickly leaps off and Riddle pushes himself off the ropes and holds his back.
Lunam: Riddle hunts for a way out before decidedly to trip Carter. He offers a handout to Carter as bit of mind games, but Carter doesn’t bite and he rolls himself backwards and to his feet.
Simone: Riddle shakes his and head and turns his back, which Carter rushes forward and hits a dropkick. Riddle stumbles into the ropes and Carter rushed forward and drives his knees into Riddle’s back.
Carter moves back in and takes advantage of the downed bigger man and begins to stomp on Riddle before stopping and then proceeds to do the Fairy Tail Twerk dance back against the fallen opponent into a standing moonsault. He then goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
TH… kickout!
Lunam: Carter with the fairy tail and into a pin and Riddle kicks out. Imagine losing to that move.
Riddle kicks out, as Carter shakes his head as he climbs to his feet and before turning back to Riddle and he grabs Riddle’s legs and begins to tie them up for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Riddle grabs Carter by the hair and fires in some punches, which Carter quickly releases the attempted submission hold and takes a few steps away from Riddle before rushing forward and looks for a running senton but Riddle rolls away and Carter lands on his back and he grunts out a load of air as it disappears from his lungs.
Simone: Carter makes his way to his feet, where he grabs Riddle and sets him up for the Texas cloverleaf, but Riddle quickly fights back as he grabs Carter by the hair and punches him. He releases the hold and takes a few steps backward before looking to high risk but doesn’t work out for him, as Carter lands on the mat and not on Riddle.
Riddle gets to hands and knees and quickly crawls to Carter and goes for a pin of his own…
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Lunam: Riddle goes for a quick pin while Carter is sucking in some air, but he kicks out.
Carter kicks out, as Riddle rolls off him and scrambles to his feet and then leaps up and hits a jumping elbow drop. Carter holds his chest, as Riddle moves back to his feet and hits a standard elbow drop across Carter’s chest. He then moves to his feet once more and grabs Carter by the hair and drags him up to his feet and then drags him in and hits a short arm clothesline. Riddle doesn’t release his hand and drags him back up and hits another short arm clotheslines before dragging him up once more before firing him into a corner. Riddle rushes in and hits a splash onto Carter but before he can crumble to the mat, Riddle grabs Carter and spins him around and hits the Hysteria Straight Jacket Neckbreaker, Riddle then goes for another cover…
Simone: Riddle moves off him and gets to his feet before leaping up and drops down with an elbow drop before following with a normal elbow drop. He then climbs to his feet and proceeds to drag Carter up and hits a couple of short arm clothesline before sending him into a corner.
Lunam: Riddle then hits the Hysteria and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…kickout!
Carter gets a shoulder up last second once more, as Riddle slaps the mat and glares at the referee before going for another cover…
Simone: Carter kicks out, as Riddle gets a little frustrated from it.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Carter kicks out with a little more conviction this time as he holds his neck, as Riddle shakes his head before moving to his feet and grabs Carter and drags him, where he then lifts him up onto his shoulders as he looks for the Enigma '05 Fireman’s carry into neckbreaker on knee. But once Carter is on his shoulders, Carter begins to wriggle about before slipping free and drops behind Riddle and then leaps up and hits a jumping neckbreaker. Riddle holds his neck, as Carter stays down and rolls away towards the ropes to recover as the ref moves in and checks on both before backing away.
Lunam: Carter kicks out against, as Riddle moves to his feet and he grabs Carter and drags him and onto his shoulders as he looks for the Enigma ’05 but Carter wriggles free and as he drops down behind Riddle, Carter catches Riddle with a jumping neckbreaker.
ONE!
TWO!
Carter pulls himself up into a seated position as he sucks in air and rubs his chest, while Riddle cranks on his neck.
THREE!
FOUR!
Riddle gets to a knee, as Carter grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up to a knee as well before Riddle stands to his feet and then charges at Carter, Carter braces and then stands and sends Riddle up and over the ropes and Riddle lands on the apron and Carter turns and ducks the wild swing from Riddle before then drives his shoulder into Riddle’s stomach. Riddle drops a knee and Carter takes a step back and grabs the ropes and then drives his feet into Riddle’s face and Riddle stumbles off the apron and Carter quickly turns and bounces off the ropes and then dives over the ropes and hits a corkscrew plancha onto Riddle.
Simone: Riddle and Carter take a bit of time to recover, as Riddle is the first to his feet and he charges at Carter, but Carter is ready for him and sends him over the top rope and onto the apron.
Lunam: Riddle goes for a wild swing, but Carter ducks it and he drive’s his shoulder into Riddle’s stomach, which Riddle drops to a knee and Carter then sends Riddle off the apron. He then goes high risk with a corkscrew plancha.
Carter quickly scrambles back to his feet as he holds his torso, before turning and moving to Riddle and grabs him and drags him and rolls him back into the ring before the ref can make a count. Riddle rolls away to the ropes, as Carter slides into the ring and moves to where Riddle is and he climbs the ropes and watches Riddle. Riddle makes his way to his feet and Carter looks down at Riddle and leaps off and Riddle moves and Carter quickly adjusts himself and lands on his feet and rolls away. As Carter turns to see where Riddle is, Riddle catches him with a forearm shot, which surprises Carter and Riddle grabs Carter around the waist before he can stumble away.
Simone: Carter rolls Riddle back into the ring, where Carter looks to finish Riddle, but Riddle sees it coming and Riddle dodges it and Carter lands on his feet and he adjusts himself, but Riddle catches him with a forearm shot.
Riddle then hits a bridging German suplex and goes for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
Lunam: Riddle with a bridging German suplex and both men’s shoulders are down
Carter gets his shoulder up…
Simone: Carter has got his shoulder up… does Riddle know?
THREE!
Lunam: I guess he doesn’t?
DING DING DING!
Riddle releases and climbs to his feet thinking he has won and has a big smile on his face, however …
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall…. Helluva Bottom Carter.
Riddle looks at the ref shocked, as Carter’s music hits over the p.a as he slowly moves to his feet as the ref raises his arm in victory. Carter pulls his arm away and offers out a hand to Riddle and Riddle looks at Carter’s hand before taking it and they shake hands. Riddle then releases and bails from the ring, as Carter continues his celebrations.
The camera opens backstage at Universal Studios Japan, where the famed SCW Roulette Wheel stands beneath the bright production lights. Beside it is Ms. Rocky Mountains, microphone in hand, with the Roulette Champion Logan Hunter standing on one side, championship belt over his shoulder and arrogance written all over his face. On the other side stands Zayvion Lyons, focused, calm, and ready for the opportunity of a lifetime.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome backstage here at Into the Void XV, coming to you from Universal Studios Japan! And right now, it is time to discover the official match stipulation for tonight’s Roulette Championship match!
The crowd watching from inside the arena can be heard cheering loudly as Rocky gestures proudly toward the wheel.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: To my left, the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion, Logan Hunter! And to my right, the challenger, Zayvion Lyons! Gentlemen, in just a few moments, fate is going to decide exactly what kind of match you will compete in tonight. Are both of you ready?
Logan smirks, pats the Roulette Championship, and steps closer to the wheel.
Logan: Ready? Rocky, I was born ready. I do not care what that wheel lands on. Tables, ladders, cages, sharks with laser beams, whatever. It does not matter! Zayvion can smile for the cameras all he wants, but when that bell rings, he is stepping into my world.
Zayvion tilts his head, unimpressed.
Zayvion Lyons: Your world? Logan, you have been carrying that championship around like it makes you untouchable. Tonight, that wheel does not decide your advantage. It decides how I take that title from you. Spin it, Rocky. I am ready.
Logan rolls his eyes and gives a smug laugh.
Logan: That is adorable. You practiced that in the mirror, didn’t you?
Zayvion Lyons: No. I saved it for the man who is about to lose.
The crowd reacts loudly as Logan’s smile fades just slightly. Rocky steps between them before the tension can boil over.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Then let’s not waste another second! Gentlemen, the wheel awaits!
Rocky grabs the edge of the Roulette Wheel with both hands and gives it a hard spin. The wheel clatters loudly as the camera moves in close, watching stipulations blur past one after another.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Around it goes!
The wheel spins past Falls Count Anywhere!
Then past Singapore Cane Match!
Then past Steel Cage Match!
Then past Tables Match!
Then past Strap Match!
Then past Ladder Match!
Then past Last Man Standing!
Then past Boiler Room Brawl!
Logan watches with growing confidence, nodding at a few of the stipulations as they pass.
Logan: Come on. Give me something violent. Give me something easy.
Zayvion keeps his eyes locked on the wheel, expression steady as it begins to slow.
The clicking grows louder.
The wheel creeps past Street Fight.
It slides past No Disqualification.
It inches toward the final slot.
Then it stops.
WaterWorld Warfare!
A surprised roar erupts from the crowd. Rocky looks at the result, then back to both competitors with a huge smile.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: There it is! It is official! Tonight, the Roulette Championship will be defended in WaterWorld Warfare!
Zayvion’s eyes sharpen with interest. Logan’s confidence flickers as he stares at the wheel.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Logan Hunter! Zayvion Lyons! You will battle throughout the WaterWorld set here at Universal Studios Japan, and the only way to win is to send your opponent off the scaffold and into the water below! Gentlemen, good luck!
Zayvion steps forward, his gaze locked on Logan.
Zayvion Lyons: Hope you can swim, champ.
The crowd reacts as Zayvion turns and exits the scene, focused and ready for battle.
Logan stands frozen for a moment, staring at the wheel like it personally betrayed him. He looks from Rocky to the Roulette Championship on his shoulder, then back at the words WaterWorld Warfare.
Logan: Wait. Hold up. Scaffold? Water? What the fuck is a WaterWorld Warfare match?
Rocky gives him an amused look and lifts the microphone.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I suppose you are about to find out!
Logan backs away, shaking his head as he storms off in the opposite direction.
Logan: No, seriously! Who approved this? What the fuck is a WaterWorld Warfare match? This is ridiculous!
The camera lingers on Rocky’s grin and the wheel still resting on WaterWorld Warfare before the scene fades out.
LJ is stretching out, rolling his shoulders, wrists already taped. Ally stands nearby, arms folded, watching him.
LJ: ...You’re doing that quiet thing again.
Ally: What quiet thing?
LJ: The one where you’ve got about ten thoughts running at once and you’re not saying any of them.
Ally exhales, stepping a little closer.
Ally: I don’t like this one, LJ.
LJ: Yeah... I figured.
Ally: I really don’t like this one.
LJ nods, no hesitation.
LJ: I get it, it’s the match though, I wanted it to be full on mayhem because honestly it should be nothing less. It’s gonna be brutal. It’s gonna be bloody and I’m probably gonna be laid up for a few days after, which means the flight back to Vegas is going to suck.
Ally sighs loudly and physically tightens her jaw slightly.
LJ: But I’m not holding back. Not for a second. Not after everything he’s done.
Ally: I know.
LJ: I mean it, angel. I’m not going in there trying to outlast him. I’m going in there to end it. But just in case, is everyone on standby?
Ally: Yeah. They’re ready.
She hesitates.
Ally: I just... hope it doesn’t come to that.
LJ: If Hendrix is true to his word, it won’t. But if not... It's good to have backup from the most unsuspecting places.
Ally studies him, then reaches up, adjusting the front of his shirt, more for herself than him.
Ally: Just come back to me.
LJ softens, just slightly.
LJ: I always do, angel. Besides, we still have our finishing touches to put on our wedding and I can’t exactly do that from the grave.
A cue echoes from down the hall. LJ gives one last look and a kiss to her forehead, then turns toward the gorilla.
LJ: Don’t worry, love. Us chavs have an amazing way of sticking around at the most annoying times and making the best out of a shit situation. You’ll see.
Ally stays where she is, watching him go.
The opening shot sweeps across the WaterWorld set at Universal Studios Japan, and it looks less like a wrestling venue and more like the last battleground at the end of civilization. The lagoon spreads out beneath the night sky, black and glassy except where production lights ripple across the surface in silver and gold. Around it rises the battered Atoll, a massive post-apocalyptic maze of rusted sheet metal, steel walkways, wooden docks, cargo crates, barrels, ladders, rigging lines, scaffolds, and towers that seem to lean over the water like they are daring someone to fall. Steam hisses from pipes. Warning lights blink red against the walls. Smoke curls from stage-safe fuel barrels, while high overhead the WaterWorld scaffold waits like a final judgment. There is no ring. There are no ropes. There are no turnbuckles. There is only steel, water, elevation, danger, and the Roulette Championship.
At the edge of the set stands referee Jasmine St. John, dressed for the madness in official stripes but with her eyes scanning the platforms, ladders, and lagoon as though she knows she will have to follow this fight across every inch of the attraction. The crowd is roaring before either competitor even appears, packed around the viewing area and buzzing with anticipation. This is not a normal championship match. This is not a match that can be won with a pinfall, submission, count out, or disqualification. Tonight, one man has to throw the other off the WaterWorld scaffold and into the lagoon below.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is WaterWorld Warfare, and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship! In this match, there are no pinfalls! There are no submissions! There are no count outs! There is no ring! The only way to win is to throw your opponent off of the WaterWorld scaffold and into the lagoon below!
The crowd explodes as the camera moves up the height of the scaffold, emphasizing the drop into the waiting water. Jasmine glances up, then back toward the entrance, her expression serious. This will not be an easy match to control. It may not be possible to control at all.
Justin: Introducing first, accompanied by his manager Cleo Phillips, the challenger! From Inglewood, California, weighing two hundred and fourteen pounds! Zayvion Lyons!
Backyard Boogie by Mack 10 hits over the sound system, and the reaction is instant. Zayvion Lyons steps out into the entrance to WaterWorld with Cleo Phillips at his side, his eyes locked on the battleground ahead of him. Cleo walks with confidence beside him, hyping him up while making sure his focus never drifts from the towering scaffold and the dangerous lagoon below. Zayvion looks around at the steel platforms, the water, the scaffold, and the wild architecture of the set, then nods like a man who understands exactly what has to be done. He slaps hands with fans along the entrance path as Cleo points toward him proudly, feeding off the noise but never losing focus. He is smaller than Logan Hunter, but compact, explosive, and fearless, a technical aerial competitor walking into a match where balance, speed, and creativity may mean just as much as raw power.
Simone: Zayvion Lyons is walking into the biggest opportunity of his SCW career, and look at his face! He knows exactly what is at stake tonight. The Roulette Championship is within reach, but he has to survive one of the most dangerous environments we have ever seen in SCW!
Lunam: Aye, and this is the kind o’ madness that can make a man a star in one night! Zayvion Lyons is quick, he’s clever, and he can fly from nearly anywhere. But Belinda, there’s water below, steel all around, and a champion who’ll take every dirty shortcut in the book!
Zayvion steps onto the lower platform and tests the wet steel grating beneath his boots, bouncing lightly on his toes. Cleo Phillips remains near the entrance side of the set, clapping and calling encouragement as Zayvion looks up at the scaffold again, then turns toward the crowd and raises a fist. The response is thunderous.
Justin: And his opponent! Accompanied by Brooke and Marissa Shields! From Sydney, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds! He is the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion! Logan Hunter!
Hope Castrated by Cage Fight blasts across the set, and the mood shifts sharply. Logan Hunter emerges with Brooke and Marissa Shields at his sides, the Roulette Championship belt clutched close like a shield and trophy all at once. Logan looks disgusted by the setting, sneering at the water, the scaffold, and the fans who are already booing him without mercy. Brooke and Marissa shout at the crowd, insisting they show the champion respect, while Logan slowly raises the belt and points toward Zayvion with a smug grin. He mouths that the title is not going anywhere.
Simone: Logan Hunter is a three-time Roulette Champion, and whether anyone likes him or not, that tells you something. This division is unpredictable by nature, and Logan has survived it again and again.
Lunam: Survived it, stolen it, slithered through it, however ye want to put it! Logan Hunter is dangerous because he’s got skills, but he’s also got no shame. He’ll use Brooke, he’ll use Marissa, he’ll use the set, he’ll use the water, and he’ll use a man’s own good heart against him if he gets the chance!
Logan reaches the lower dock area but refuses to step fully onto the wet platform. He points at Zayvion, then at the slick grating, demanding that the challenger back up. Jasmine motions both men toward the starting area, but Logan shakes his head, smirking. He gestures broadly, as if inviting Zayvion to be the brave one. Zayvion does not hesitate. He steps onto the wet lower platform alone, turning slightly toward the crowd as they cheer his confidence.
Jasmine calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The moment the bell rings, Logan moves like a snake. He rushes in from behind while Zayvion’s shoulders are still turned toward the fans and blasts him with a forearm to the back of the head. Zayvion drops to one knee, and Logan immediately grabs him by the waistband and shoulder, hurling him across the soaked steel grating. Zayvion skids hard, his palms scraping across the wet platform as the crowd erupts in boos. Logan throws both arms wide, laughing, then snatches a microphone from near the production area before Jasmine can stop him.
Logan: You people wanted a war? Here it is! Zayvion is not walking out championship material tonight. He is swimming out!
Logan throws the microphone aside and stomps toward Zayvion, driving his boot between the challenger’s shoulder blades. He drags Zayvion up and slams a forearm across his jaw, then another, forcing him backward toward the rusted wall of the Atoll set. Logan grabs the back of Zayvion’s head and tries to whip him face-first into the wall, but Zayvion plants a foot, reverses the momentum, and sends Logan crashing back-first into a stack of blue and rust-colored water barrels. The impact rattles the whole stack, and Logan stumbles out with a startled gasp. Zayvion charges and leaps into a running dropkick, catching Logan square in the chest and sending the champion tumbling backward toward the splash zone edge.
Logan’s arms windmill wildly as his heels slip on the wet platform. For a split second, it looks like he may go into the water early, but he catches the rail at the last second with both hands. The crowd groans, then boos as Logan clings to safety. Zayvion kips up and points toward the lagoon, letting Logan know how close he came. Logan’s face twists with rage as he pulls himself back onto the platform.
Simone: Logan tried to steal the advantage before the match even had a chance to breathe, but Zayvion Lyons just showed him that one mistake can put you in the lagoon!
Lunam: That rail saved Logan Hunter’s backside! Another inch and the champion might’ve been baptized right out of the Roulette division!
Zayvion closes in, but Logan uses the rail to yank himself forward and buries a shoulder into Zayvion’s midsection. The champion drives him back toward a stack of wooden cargo crates near the lagoon edge. Logan hooks Zayvion around the waist and powers him up into a belly to belly suplex, launching him down onto a crate. The wood cracks beneath Zayvion’s back but does not break completely, leaving the challenger arched in pain. Logan laughs and climbs onto a second crate, balancing carefully as he points down at Zayvion.
Logan takes his time, too much time, soaking in the boos. Then he leaps for a diving elbow. Zayvion rolls away at the last possible second, and Logan crashes through the crate himself. Splinters and staged breakaway wood collapse around him as the champion disappears halfway into the wreckage. Brooke screams from the side of the set, while Marissa pounds the platform in frustration.
Zayvion drags himself up, sees Logan tangled in the broken crate, and fires back into motion. He grabs Logan by the arm and hits an arm drag takedown across the wet dock, sending Logan rolling toward a dangling rigging line. Zayvion follows, but Logan grabs the rope first and loops it across Zayvion’s throat, choking him against the line while Jasmine shouts for him to release it. There are no disqualifications, but Jasmine still tries to maintain order as Logan grinds the rope in and leans close to Zayvion’s ear.
Logan tries to swing Zayvion face-first into a steel support beam, using the rope like a leash. But Zayvion gets both hands on the rigging, jumps, and twists his body around the beam instead. In one smooth motion, he swings around the support, comes back on the rebound, and wipes Logan out with a flying clothesline that sends both men crashing to the platform. The audience erupts as Zayvion rolls through and pounds the steel with one hand, willing himself back up.
Simone: What creativity from Zayvion Lyons! Logan tried to use that rigging to punish him, and Zayvion turned it into offense!
Lunam: That’s the thing about a man who can fly, Belinda! Give him a rope, give him a beam, give him half a breath, and he’ll find a way to knock your head clean off!
Logan staggers up near one of the WaterWorld performers in full Atoll-style costume, using the startled performer as a shield. The costumed man raises both hands, wanting no part of the fight. Zayvion stops short, not willing to risk hitting an innocent performer. Logan sees the hesitation and strikes instantly, reaching around the performer to jab Zayvion in the throat. The challenger coughs and bends forward, and Logan shoves the performer aside before grabbing Zayvion by the head and throwing him hard into a chain-link section of the set. Zayvion bounces off and drops to the platform, clutching his throat as boos rain down.
Logan: That is why you lose, Zayvion! You care too much!
Logan hauls Zayvion up again and mocks the crowd, holding him by the jaw as he points toward the fans in the splash zone. He turns Zayvion toward one of the water effect pipes, intending to ram him into the mechanism, but Zayvion suddenly slips under his arm and reverses position. Logan stumbles into place just as the water cannon erupts. A massive burst blasts Logan square in the chest, knocking him backward and leaving him flailing, soaked, and furious. Zayvion stands a few steps away and points at him with a grin.
Zayvion: You good?
Logan spits water from his mouth, his hair plastered to his face, his eyes burning with humiliation and rage. The crowd roars with laughter and cheers as Logan pounds the platform and screams back at them. He charges blindly, but Zayvion sidesteps and catches him with a quick back elbow, then a snapmare into a sharp kick to the back. Logan scrambles away toward a stage-safe fuel tank, and Zayvion follows. Logan tries to reverse the momentum and throw Zayvion into the tank, but Zayvion plants both feet, spins, and sends Logan crashing into it instead.
The tank lets out a sudden burst of steam and smoke. Logan leaps away in panic, eyes wide, genuinely believing for a moment that the thing might explode. He turns in circles, shouting at Brooke and Marissa to get him out of there, while the crowd eats up every second. Zayvion uses the distraction, charges forward, and drives a running knee into Logan’s chest, knocking him flat.
Simone: Logan Hunter has lost control of this match, and maybe his nerves too! This environment is getting inside his head!
Lunam: Aye, the great three-time Roulette Champion near jumped out of his own boots over a puff o’ steam! He’ll cheat a man blind, but show him a fuel tank and suddenly he’s saying his prayers!
Zayvion pulls Logan up and drags him toward a raised platform, but as they climb the short steps, a controlled flame effect erupts in the background with a loud blast. Zayvion flinches for half a second, turning his face from the heat and light. Logan takes advantage immediately, booting him in the face and sending him stumbling backward against the railing. Logan follows with a brutal lariat that flips Zayvion down onto the platform. The champion drops to one knee, breathing hard, then grabs Zayvion and pulls him toward a moored boat rocking gently at the side of the dock.
Logan forces Zayvion onto the boat deck, the surface shifting under both men as they fight for balance. He hooks Zayvion’s head for a DDT, trying to spike him onto the hard deck, but Zayvion blocks by wrapping both arms around Logan’s waist. Logan snarls, rakes the eyes with his thumb, and then snaps Zayvion down with a neckbreaker onto the boat surface. The boat rocks from the impact, making Zayvion roll toward the edge while Jasmine carefully steps onto the dock beside them, watching for a potential fall into the water.
Simone: This is what makes the match so dangerous! That boat is not stable. Every move carries extra risk because the surface is shifting beneath them!
Lunam: They’re fighting on a floating trap, Belinda! One bad step, one wrong lean, and somebody’s going for a swim before they even reach the scaffold!
Logan crawls off the boat and back onto the dock, thinking he has created separation. He turns toward Brooke and Marissa, demanding they applaud him. They do, but the crowd noise suddenly rises behind him. Zayvion is back up on the boat. He takes several quick steps across the rocking deck, launches himself from the boat to the dock, and crashes into Logan with a flying crossbody. Both men hit the wet platform, and Logan rolls away clutching his ribs while Zayvion pushes up to his knees, energized by the crowd.
Zayvion drags Logan up and fires him into a corner of the set with a running forearm smash, then follows with a corner uppercut that snaps Logan’s head back. He goes for a springboard arm drag off a low rail, but Logan catches him mid-motion and drives him down with a powerbomb onto the dock. The impact echoes across the set. Logan collapses beside him, unable to capitalize in a traditional way because there are no pinfalls. He has to get Zayvion up. He has to get him higher. He has to get him to the scaffold.
Logan grabs Zayvion by the hair and starts dragging him toward the tower ladder. Zayvion fights back with body shots, but Logan clubs him across the spine and forces him upward. Both men end up climbing opposite sides of the ladder, the crowd rising as they ascend. Zayvion gets higher first, but Logan reaches through the rungs and grabs his boot. The two trade punches through the ladder, each shot awkward and dangerous because both men are clinging to steel while trying to hurt the other. Logan yanks Zayvion’s leg through the rungs and slams his knee into the metal once, then again, trying to take away the challenger’s aerial advantage.
Zayvion cries out but kicks Logan in the face with his free foot, knocking the champion down a few rungs. Logan drops to the platform below, then grabs the ladder and shakes it violently. Zayvion clings to the side as the ladder trembles beneath him, his injured knee nearly buckling. Jasmine screams at Logan to stop, but the champion only shakes harder until Zayvion throws himself sideways onto the mid-level platform, landing hard but safe.
Logan climbs after him, dragging Zayvion toward the first scaffold approach. They are not at the top yet, but the water below is already far enough down to make the crowd gasp. Logan grips Zayvion by the face and tries to pry his fingers off the railing, attempting to dump him down into the lagoon early from the mid-level platform. Zayvion fights with everything he has, elbows cracking into Logan’s ribs and jaw. Logan refuses to let go, so Zayvion hooks the arm, sweeps the leg, and drops him with a Russian leg sweep onto the unforgiving metal platform.
Simone: Zayvion Lyons just saved himself from disaster! Logan was trying to end this before they ever reached the highest scaffold!
Lunam: And listen to this place! They know how close that was! Every level higher makes the water look farther away, and every second up there steals the breath from your lungs!
Both men crawl in opposite directions. Logan reaches a hanging chain first and uses it to pull himself up. Zayvion charges, but Logan sidesteps and shoves him over the edge of the mid-level platform. Zayvion grabs the chain with both hands and dangles over the lagoon, his boots swinging above the water. The crowd screams as Logan looks down at him with a wicked grin. He stomps on Zayvion’s hands once. Zayvion hangs on. He stomps again. Zayvion’s grip slips.
Brooke and Marissa scream for Logan to finish him. Logan raises his boot for a third stomp, but Zayvion swings his legs upward, scissors Logan around the waist, and uses his own body weight to yank Logan forward. Logan slams chest-first into the platform edge, gasping in pain, and Zayvion swings back enough to catch the ledge with one arm. He claws his way back onto the platform as Logan rolls away, stunned.
Zayvion reaches his feet first and hits a standing dropkick that sends Logan backward toward the upper scaffold ramp. Logan scrambles away on all fours, then suddenly grabs Zayvion by the tights and tries to dump him backward off the scaffold approach. Zayvion goes halfway over, his torso hanging above the water, legs kicking as Logan pushes down with both hands. The crowd believes it is over. Jasmine leans in, ready to call for the bell the moment Zayvion hits the lagoon.
But Zayvion catches the top rail with one hand. Then the side support with the other. Logan stomps him. Once. Twice. Three times. Zayvion refuses to fall. The crowd rallies behind him, chanting and roaring as his arms tremble. Logan screams in disbelief and leans all his weight into Zayvion’s chest, but the challenger twists his hips, gets one foot on a lower support, and slowly pulls himself back onto the platform. Logan’s face drains of confidence.
Simone: Not like this! Not like this! Zayvion Lyons was hanging over the lagoon, and somehow he found a way to survive!
Lunam: That’s heart, Belinda! That’s guts! Logan Hunter had him dead to rights, and Zayvion Lyons told gravity to wait its bloody turn!
Logan, desperate now, crawls toward the highest scaffold position. He climbs the final tower ladder, kicking downward whenever Zayvion gets close. The match has turned into something cinematic and brutal, two exhausted men climbing through smoke, lights, steel, and the roar of the crowd with the lagoon waiting below. Logan kicks Zayvion in the shoulder. Zayvion absorbs it and keeps climbing. Logan kicks him in the head. Zayvion nearly drops, but catches the rung and climbs again. Logan curses at him, panicking, unable to understand why the challenger will not stay down.
At the top, Logan pulls himself onto the highest scaffold and crawls away from the ladder. Zayvion follows, slower now, favoring the knee Logan attacked earlier but refusing to stop. He reaches the top and stands across from Logan with the water far below them. The entire set seems to hold its breath. The lights catch the wet steel beneath their boots. Smoke drifts behind them. The scaffold creaks as both men stagger forward.
Logan swings wildly first, catching Zayvion across the jaw. Zayvion fires back with a forearm. Logan answers with a headbutt that nearly drops him. Zayvion stumbles but comes back with a jumping calf kick that catches Logan on the shoulder and neck, sending the champion against the rail. Logan claws at Zayvion’s face and spits directly at him, his voice raw and furious.
Logan: You do not belong on my level! You hear me? You do not belong here!
Zayvion slowly wipes his face. He looks at Logan, then out toward the crowd, then back at the champion. A smile forms, calm and defiant. Logan rushes him, but Zayvion rocks him with a final punch that snaps his head sideways. Logan staggers, dropping to one knee. For a moment, it looks like Zayvion might finish it, but Logan reaches into his gear and pulls out a short hidden chain, swinging upward in one last cheap shot attempt.
Zayvion catches Logan’s arm before the chain can connect. He twists the wrist, turns the arm over, and kicks the weapon away. The chain skitters across the scaffold and drops harmlessly onto a lower platform. Logan sinks back to one knee, breathing hard, eyes wide. Zayvion stands over him, but he does not immediately throw him. He backs away and motions for Logan to stand. The crowd roars with approval. Zayvion wants this face-to-face. No accident. No fluke. No cheap ending.
Simone: Zayvion could have dumped him right there, but he is making Logan Hunter stand up and face him!
Lunam: That’s a champion’s soul right there! He’s not stealing it. He’s not sneaking it. He’s telling Logan Hunter to get up and meet his fate like a man!
Logan pulls himself up using the railing. Brooke and Marissa are screaming from below, begging him to fight, begging him to run, begging him to do anything. Logan’s pride wins out over his fear. He charges for a desperate clothesline, throwing everything he has into one final attack. Zayvion ducks underneath. Logan hits the opposite rail chest-first and bounces backward, stunned and exposed.
Zayvion catches him from behind and drives him forward into the railing again, the champion’s body folding over the steel. Logan clings to the rail with both hands, suddenly realizing how close he is to the end. He elbows backward, catching Zayvion once, then twice. Zayvion absorbs the shots, hooks him around the waist, and begins to lift. Logan kicks and claws, grabbing at the rail, at Zayvion’s arm, at anything that might save him. The entire crowd is on its feet. Jasmine is positioned below with a clear line of sight to the lagoon.
Zayvion roars, powers Logan up, and hoists him over the rail. Logan hangs for one terrifying second, one hand still grabbing at the scaffold, his face twisted in disbelief. Zayvion pries the grip loose, shifts his weight, and sends Logan Hunter falling from the WaterWorld scaffold into the lagoon below.
The splash is enormous. Water erupts beneath the scaffold as Logan disappears into the lagoon, and the entire WaterWorld set explodes with cheers. Jasmine immediately signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Zayvion collapses to one knee on the scaffold, soaked in sweat, breathing hard, his face turned toward the sky as the reality crashes over him. The crowd is deafening. Brooke and Marissa are shrieking at the water below, while Jasmine retrieves the Roulette Championship belt and begins making her way toward the ladder.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of WaterWorld Warfare, and the new SCW Roulette Champion! Zayvion Lyons!
The ovation grows even louder. Zayvion climbs down from the scaffold carefully, every step painful but triumphant. Jasmine meets him on the lower platform and presents him with the Roulette Championship belt. Zayvion takes it in both hands, staring at it for a long second as though making sure it is real. Then Jasmine raises his arm high, and Zayvion lifts the championship above his head. The lights of WaterWorld shine across the gold, and the fans chant his name as he stands victorious in the middle of the wildest battleground of his career.
Simone: We have just witnessed one of the most incredible Roulette Championship matches in SCW history! Zayvion Lyons survived the ambush, the water, the steel, the scaffold, and every dirty trick Logan Hunter had, and he is leaving Into the Void XV as the new Roulette Champion!
Lunam: What a fight! What a spectacle! What a bloody war on water and steel! Zayvion Lyons went through hell, climbed to the top o’ that scaffold, looked Logan Hunter in the eye, and sent him down into the drink where he belongs!
Logan finally surfaces near the side of the lagoon, sputtering, furious, and completely humiliated. His hair is soaked flat against his head, his eyes wild with rage as he paddles toward the edge. Brooke rushes down to help him, bending over and reaching both hands toward the drenched former champion. Logan grabs her wrist, trying to pull himself out, but he slips against the wet side of the lagoon. Brooke loses her balance, screams, and tumbles forward into the water with a second huge splash.
The crowd erupts all over again. Marissa freezes in horror at the edge, refusing to get close enough to suffer the same fate. Logan and Brooke flail in the lagoon, screaming at each other while Zayvion stands on the platform behind Jasmine, championship raised high.
Lunam: HA! HA! HA! Ah, would ye look at that! Logan Hunter lost the championship and then dragged Brooke down with him! That’s not WaterWorld Warfare anymore, Belinda, that’s a full family swim lesson!
Simone: Zayvion Lyons is the new Roulette Champion, Logan Hunter is soaked and humiliated, and Into the Void XV has just delivered a moment no one will ever forget!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Cassie and Krystal alongside Riley ready for an interview with Ms. Rocky Mountains ahead of the Queen for a Day Match.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Cass, the Queen for a Day Match is fast approaching, any last minute thoughts?
Cassie: Everyone’s expecting either Bella or Frankie to win but I’m gonna be the money wrench in those plans and trust me, I have ideas.
Krystal: Ideas that no one will like.
Riley: Just the way we like them!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Uh huh, but can we talk about your interference in the Roulette Title Match earlier?
Cassie: Least Harper deserved for attacking Alicia.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Which you still don’t have proof off.
Cassie: We have proof it wasn’t us!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You do?
Krystal: We finally got the ride pictures from that park, show her Cass.
Cassie: With pleasure.
Cassie shows Rocky the pic and she frowns instantly.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: It’s AI Generated.
Cassie: No it’s not!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: One: you have seven fingers on one hand in the pic Cass, two: that looks nothing like Riley!
Riley: Bad camera angle.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: A camera angle so bad that it gave you a third arm?!
Cassie: Doesn’t matter because it wasn’t us and…………………
CRACK!
Krystal and Cassie’s heads whip around as Riley drops like a sack of potatoes, standing over her?
AN ABSOLUTELY PISSED OFF AND KENDO STICK WIELDING HARPER!
Cassie: Oh crap.
Harper: YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Krystal goes to charge Harper but she swings the stick so hard that it breaks on Krystal’s head, knocking her down! Cassie bullrushes Harper and the two Hero Academy graduates engage in a vicious brawl!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: SECURITY! SECURITY!
Security rushes onto the scene to separate the two women but the effects of the brawl are obvious as they both have bloody noses and bruises.
Harper: YOU EVER INTERFERE IN MY MATCHES AGAIN AND YOU'RE DEAD!
Cassie: It’s called karma!
Josh and Jessie arrive on the scene to help the guards restrain Harper as they are dragged off.
The camera returns to ringside where the entire arena has been transformed into a battlefield waiting to happen. Ladders of every size are scattered around the ring, some standing upright against the barricades, others lying flat on the floor, and several already positioned at awkward angles against the apron as if daring someone to use them for something reckless. The fans are on their feet, buzzing with anticipation as the camera slowly tilts upward, catching the bright lights glinting off the polished crown suspended high above the center of the ring. It sways just slightly from the rafters, beautiful, dangerous, and almost mocking the three women who will soon risk everything to retrieve it.
Referee Jacob Summers steps through the ropes and enters the ring, looking up at the crown before glancing around at the collection of ladders surrounding him. He knows there is only so much he can do in this match. There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no count outs, and no disqualifications. His job is not to enforce rules that do not exist. His job is to confirm the winner once one woman climbs the ladder and pulls down the crown.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Queen For A Day Ladder match! In this match, there are no pinfalls, no submissions, no count outs, and no disqualifications! The only way to win is to climb the ladder and retrieve the crown suspended above the ring! The woman who does so will be declared Queen For A Day!
The crowd applauds loudly as the camera once again cuts to the crown hanging above the ring, then back down to Jacob Summers, who gestures toward the entrance.
The opening piano strokes of “Skeletons” by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn’t acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Justin: From Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing one hundred and forty nine pounds ... Frankie Holliday!
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Simone: Frankie Holliday may be grinning now, but she knows exactly what is at stake. This is a former World Champion, the 2025 Blast From the Past winner, and one of the most dangerous brawlers in the Bombshell division. If Frankie gets her hands on that crown, there is no telling what kind of chaos she can cause as Queen For A Day.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s the scary part, Belinda! Frankie Holliday does nae need a crown to be dangerous. She’s already got the mean streak, she’s already got the confidence, and she’s already got that nasty little smile that tells ye she’s thought of ten ways to hurt these women before the bell even rings!
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena lights crash into total black. A sharp crackle of red-and-silver static flickers across the video screen.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
Addie Nicole’s voice cuts through the darkness — raw, haunting. A single red spotlight slashes across the stage. Fog rolls in across the ramp. Bella Madison steps into the light. Her hood is up. Her head down. Arms at her sides. Her silhouette is sharp — black matte leather gear with crimson trim and silver-glitched detailing. No theatrics. Just presence.
On the screen behind her, her name glitches to life:
BELLA MADISON
BITE. YOUR. TONGUE.
Justin: Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!
“Metallic tranquility… the pain gets buried beneath…”
She begins her walk down the ramp. Controlled. Heavy with purpose. Every step deliberate — this isn’t performance. It’s confrontation. She stops halfway down, head tilting up just slightly. The beat drops. The lights shift — strobe pulses echoing like warning shots.
“I could destroy you with one line…”
At ringside, Bella circles the ring once, staring up at it like a battlefield. She slides under the bottom rope, staying on one knee for a second — grounded, still, gathering the storm. Then she stands.
“Just be human, fuck your pride… you’re addicted to the fight…”
She pulls back the hood. Her hair falls loose around her face. Eyes fixed dead on the hard cam.
“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”
She mouths the words with steady conviction — a vow, not a lyric. As the chorus fades, she steps to the center of the ring and raises three fingers. No smile. No pose. No compromise. Just Bella. Exactly as she is now.
Simone: Bella Madison looks focused tonight. There is no flash, no wasted motion, nothing extra. She knows that she is walking into a match where the odds could quickly turn against her, especially with Cassie Wolfe and Frankie Holliday both willing to bend or break anything in front of them.
Lunam: Bella’s got the heart, the technique, and the guts to climb through hell itself, but in this match, heart can get ye hurt. She’s got two heels across from her and a crown above her. If she lets emotion lead the way instead of instinct, she may find herself buried under every ladder around this ring!
Justin: And their opponent!
"Now The Walls Are Caving In, All The Lies You Said Are Resurfacing"
"Un Bon Souvenir" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie walks out, vibing to the heavy riff, she is soon accompanied by Krystal and the half-sisters share a fist bump.
Justin: Introducing, from Grenock, South Australia and being accompanied by Krystal Wolfe, she is "The Judas Wolfe" CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie marches down to the ring and rolls in stopping at the centre and assuming a kneeling pose while staring down her fans, she stands up straight as Krystal joins her and retreats to a corner.
Lunam: There she is. Cassie Wolfe, the Judas Wolfe herself, and I’ll tell ye right now, there are plenty in the locker room who have nae forgiven her for what she did to Harper Mason. She threw respect right out the window, and now she’s coming for power.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe has fallen very far in the eyes of many fans and many members of this division. The betrayal of Harper Mason changed how people look at her, and now she comes into this match with Krystal Wolfe at ringside. That could be the difference-maker tonight, because Krystal does not have to obey any rules in a match where disqualifications do not exist.
Jacob Summers looks at all three competitors, then points up toward the crown. Bella stares straight upward, Frankie slowly rises from the corner with that twisted grin still on her face, and Cassie backs toward Krystal for one final whisper before stepping forward. Jacob calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and all three women explode into motion, but it is Cassie and Frankie who dart toward the same ladder at ringside. Cassie reaches through the ropes while Frankie drops to the floor, and they both grab opposite ends of the same ladder, immediately yanking it back and forth like two wolves fighting over the same scrap of meat. Cassie shouts at Frankie to let go, Frankie snarls back and pulls harder, and the crowd roars as Bella watches the argument for only a split second before sprinting across the ring. Bella hits the ropes, rebounds, and launches herself feet-first into a sharp dropkick that drives the ladder sideways into both heels! Cassie is knocked backward through the ropes and spills awkwardly to the floor, while Frankie crashes back-first into the corner, the ladder clattering down across her legs. Bella springs up, grabs another ladder, and drags it into the center of the ring as the fans erupt, realizing she may be about to steal this match in the first minute.
Simone: Bella Madison just used Cassie and Frankie’s own greed against them! They were so busy arguing over the ladder that they forgot about the woman who actually came here prepared!
Lunam: That’s the mistake ye cannae make in this match! Ye take yer eyes off Bella Madison for a second and she’ll be halfway to the crown before ye remember where ye are!
Bella sets the ladder under the crown and begins to climb with urgency, but Cassie and Frankie recover just fast enough. Cassie slides in from one side and Frankie from the other, both suddenly united by panic. Cassie grabs Bella’s ankle while Frankie clubs her across the lower back with a heavy elbow, and together they yank Bella down from the ladder. Bella lands on her feet and tries to fight them both, catching Cassie with an arm drag and then twisting Frankie into a headlock, but the numbers overwhelm her. Frankie buries a knee into Bella’s ribs, Cassie dropkicks Bella backward, and the two heels exchange a quick look. It is not friendship. It is strategy.
Cassie and Frankie grab two folded ladders and trap Bella between them, one pressed against her chest and one jammed into her back. Bella gasps as she is caught in the steel sandwich, and Frankie lets out a harsh laugh before she and Cassie run her into the turnbuckles! The impact echoes through the building, and Bella slumps between the ladders, her arms hanging over the top rung as Cassie shouts in her face. Frankie adds a brutal elbow to the back of Bella’s neck, then another, before Cassie suddenly turns away to taunt the crowd. Frankie sees the opening and abandons the alliance immediately, rolling one ladder into position and starting to climb.
Simone: That alliance lasted about as long as expected!
Lunam: There’s nae honor among thieves, and there’s definitely nae honor between Frankie Holliday and Cassie Wolfe! Frankie saw a chance and she took it!
Cassie whirls around and sees Frankie climbing. Her eyes go wide with rage, and she scrambles up the other side of the same ladder. The two heels meet near the top, swatting at each other, grabbing hair, and throwing short, ugly punches while the ladder wobbles beneath them. Bella, still aching from being crushed between the ladders, crawls toward a second ladder and shoves it beneath the bottom rungs of the main one, wedging it in place. The structure suddenly tilts at a dangerous angle, and both Cassie and Frankie freeze, their faces shifting from anger to terror as the ladder teeters but does not fall. Bella climbs onto the wedged ladder and reaches upward, snatching Frankie’s boot and yanking down hard. Frankie slips, crashes into Cassie on the way down, and both heels tumble to the canvas in a heap while the main ladder remains standing by pure accident.
Bella pulls herself upright and rolls to the floor, breathing hard. She grabs one of the ladders from ringside and slides it between the apron and barricade, creating a horizontal bridge of steel. Cassie, dazed, stumbles outside and swings wildly, but Bella ducks beneath it and fires off a quick kick to the knee before snapping Cassie down with a short trip hurricanrana, driving her onto the floor near the bridged ladder. Bella drags Cassie across the steel and climbs onto the apron, the crowd rising as she looks down at the Judas Wolfe sprawled helplessly across the ladder. Frankie crawls closer, but Bella commits. She springs from the middle rope and twists into a moonsault, crashing down across Cassie and the bridged ladder! The ladder bends under the impact as Cassie screams and Bella rolls off clutching her ribs, both women devastated by the collision.
Simone: Bella Madison just crushed Cassie Wolfe across that bridged ladder! She may have taken as much out of herself as she did Cassie!
Lunam: That’s the danger of a match like this, Belinda! Every move ye hit with steel involved, ye pay a price for it too!
Frankie, ever the opportunist, avoids the damage entirely by crawling away at the last moment. She slides back into the ring and sets the ladder up under the crown, climbing while Bella and Cassie are wrecked outside. The fans boo as Frankie gets halfway up, but Bella somehow drags herself to the apron and reaches in, grabbing Frankie’s boot. Frankie kicks at her, catching Bella in the chest, but Bella refuses to let go. Frankie climbs higher. Bella pulls herself into the ring, rises on shaky legs, and scrambles up the opposite side. They fight near the top, Bella landing a forearm and Frankie answering with an eye rake that draws loud boos. Bella reels but does not fall, and she grabs for the crown with one hand, fingertips grazing the prize.
That is when Krystal Wolfe strikes.
Krystal rushes from ringside, grabs the base of the ladder, and yanks it out from beneath both women. Frankie falls first, twisting awkwardly and landing hard on the mat, but Bella catches the crown fixture above with both hands and hangs there high above the ring! The entire arena erupts, half in horror and half in amazement, as Bella dangles above the canvas, her boots kicking beneath her with no ladder underneath.
Simone: Krystal Wolfe just pulled the ladder out from under Bella Madison, but Bella is hanging from the crown! Bella is hanging above the ring!
Lunam: Sweet merciful heavens, look at her! Bella’s got nothing beneath her but air and bad intentions! Krystal may have made the biggest mistake of the match if Bella can pull that crown down!
Cassie, battered from the moonsault, forces herself back into the ring and grabs another ladder. Krystal helps shove it toward the center, and Cassie climbs frantically, trying to reach Bella before Bella can unhook the crown. Cassie gets close and grabs Bella’s wrist, but Bella kicks her away once. Cassie comes back. Bella kicks her away twice. Cassie climbs higher, teeth clenched, and Bella kicks her away a third time, sending Cassie stumbling down a few rungs. But Frankie returns with a smaller ladder in her hands and rams it upward into Bella’s ribs! Bella loses her grip and crashes down across the top rope before spilling into the ring, the fans groaning as Frankie tosses the smaller ladder aside and sneers at the damage she has done.
Cassie and Frankie again find a reason to cooperate. Bella is down, and both heels know she has come too close too many times. They drag a folded ladder to the middle of the ring and lift Bella together, setting up for a double suplex onto the steel. Bella kicks her legs, blocks once, blocks twice, and slips free behind them. Cassie spins and shoves forward in frustration, but Frankie is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Cassie’s shove sends Frankie face-first into the standing ladder! Frankie snaps backward, holding her jaw, and Cassie instantly throws up her hands, pretending it was intentional. Frankie turns slowly, rage taking over her face, and she blasts Cassie with a right hand. Cassie fires back with a superkick attempt that Frankie ducks, and the two heels finally erupt into a full fight while Bella lies beside the ladder trying to recover.
Frankie drives Cassie back with repeated clotheslines while holding her wrist, refusing to let her fall until she decides the beating is done. She pulls Cassie in and cracks her with a headbutt, then whips her toward a ladder propped in the corner. Cassie reverses, sending Frankie toward the steel, but Frankie plants a boot on the second rung, climbs halfway up, and uses the height to twist backward into a ladder-assisted tornado DDT! Cassie is spiked onto a folded ladder in the ring, her body bouncing off the steel as Frankie rolls through to one knee and roars at the crowd.
Simone: Frankie Holliday just drove Cassie Wolfe skull-first into that ladder! That was vicious, innovative, and exactly the kind of thing that made Frankie a former World Champion!
Lunam: Aye, and she did it with a grin on her face! That woman does nae just want to win. She wants to leave scars!
Bella tries to re-enter through the ropes, but Cassie, still dazed and acting on instinct, catches sight of her. Cassie stumbles forward and kicks the middle rope into Bella’s throat and chest, stopping her cold. Then Cassie grabs a folded ladder and slams it across the ropes, crushing Bella between rope and steel in a nasty ladder guillotine! Bella collapses to the apron, coughing and clutching her neck, while Cassie screams at her to stay down. Cassie turns back toward Frankie, arrogance already replacing urgency, but Frankie meets her with a running forearm and enziguri combination that drops Cassie to a knee.
Krystal reaches under the ring and produces a hidden mini-ladder, sliding it to Cassie as Frankie bends to pick up a larger one. Cassie snatches the smaller ladder and rams Frankie in the ribs, doubling her over. Then Cassie turns and smashes Bella across the back as Bella tries to pull herself through the ropes. The fans boo loudly as Cassie laughs and sets the mini-ladder under the crown, climbing with confidence until she reaches the top and realizes the awful truth. It is too short. Her fingertips are nowhere near the crown. The crowd laughs and jeers as Cassie screams down at Krystal, furious that the weapon was useful but the ladder itself cannot win her the match.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe wasted valuable time brutalizing both opponents with that mini-ladder, and now she cannot even reach the crown!
Lunam: That’s what happens when ye’re more focused on cruelty than victory! The wee ladder was good for cracking ribs, but it is nae getting her a crown!
Bella reaches for a broken section of ladder left near the ropes, pulling it close like a shield. Cassie charges with the mini-ladder, but Bella raises the broken half-ladder and blocks the shot. Frankie comes in from the side, only for Bella to swing the broken ladder into her midsection like a battering ram. Frankie stumbles back through the ropes and falls to the apron. Bella turns, drives the broken ladder into Cassie’s stomach, and then uses it to shove Cassie backward into the corner. Bella collapses to one knee after the burst of adrenaline, her chest heaving, the fans chanting her name as she tries to force herself back up.
Krystal has seen enough. She slides into the ring behind Bella and clubs her across the back, drawing a storm of boos as Jacob Summers warns her but can do nothing about it. Cassie and Krystal drag Bella to the floor, where they trap her against the barricade with a full-sized ladder. Krystal holds Bella in place while Cassie backs up, sprints, and drives the ladder into Bella’s ribs with full force! Bella crumples behind the steel, and Cassie backs up to do it again. Before she can, Frankie explodes off the apron and dives onto both Wolfes, wiping Cassie and Krystal down to the floor! The crowd pops despite Frankie’s intentions being entirely selfish, because she has just saved Bella from the two-on-one mugging.
Lunam: Frankie Holliday did nae do that to save Bella Madison! She did it because Cassie Wolfe had help, and Frankie’s ego could nae stand it!
Simone: That may be true, but the result is the same! Frankie just wiped out Cassie and Krystal, and Bella Madison has been given a chance to breathe!
All three competitors and Krystal are down outside, scattered among ladders and broken pieces of steel. Bella slowly pulls herself up and rolls into the ring, finding a ladder still standing at an angle near the ropes. She looks up at the crown, then looks down at the wreckage on the floor. She knows she cannot climb while Cassie, Frankie, and Krystal are still able to stop her. The crowd realizes what she is thinking before she does it. Bella climbs the ladder, not toward the crown, but toward the side facing the floor. She reaches the upper rungs, steadies herself, and launches her body outward, crashing down with a massive crossbody onto Cassie, Frankie, and Krystal at ringside! Bodies go everywhere! Bella lands hard and rolls to the side, clutching her ribs as the arena explodes!
Simone: Bella Madison just threw herself from the ladder to the outside and took out everyone!
Lunam: That was madness! Brave madness, beautiful madness, but madness all the same! Bella may have destroyed herself to keep everyone else down!
The match descends into chaos. Ladders are bent, bodies are scattered, and Jacob Summers checks the scene helplessly from inside the ring. Slowly, Cassie is the first to stir. Krystal pushes her half-sister toward the ring, shouting that this is her moment. Cassie crawls in, drags the tallest ladder to the center, and begins to climb. Every rung is slow, but every rung brings her closer. Frankie is still half-buried under broken ladders outside. Bella is barely moving. Cassie reaches the top and stretches both hands toward the crown. Her fingers close around it.
Then the crowd erupts.
Harper Mason charges down the aisle like a woman possessed! Krystal sees her coming and rushes to block her path, but Harper runs right through Krystal with a thunderous clothesline that flips her onto the floor! Harper slides into the ring, and Cassie looks down in horror, still clinging to the top of the ladder. Harper grabs the side of the ladder and shoves with everything she has. The ladder tips. Cassie screams as she falls all the way over the ropes and crashes through a table at ringside! The table explodes beneath her, and the arena comes unglued!
Simone: Harper Mason! Harper Mason just tipped the ladder and sent Cassie Wolfe through the table! Cassie had the crown in her hands, and Harper just made sure the Judas Wolfe paid for her betrayal!
Lunam: That was nae just payback, Belinda! That was justice delivered with interest! Cassie Wolfe betrayed Harper Mason, and tonight Harper made sure Cassie would nae become Queen For A Day!
Harper stands in the ring for a moment, breathing heavily as the fans roar. Jacob Summers orders her out, but Harper has already done what she came to do. She exits through the ropes and backs up the ramp, eyes locked on Cassie’s broken body at ringside. Krystal crawls toward Cassie, horrified, while Bella begins to stir inside the ring. Frankie remains under the mess of ladders near the floor, one arm visible beneath the steel.
Bella is the only woman left upright. The crowd rises with her as she crawls to the ladder and forces it back into place. Her body is battered from every angle, ribs punished, throat crushed, back aching from steel and impact, but she reaches the first rung. Then the second. Then the third. She climbs one rung at a time, every movement slow and agonizing, but the crown is above her and the path appears clear.
Cassie somehow crawls back into the ring, running on instinct more than consciousness. She reaches Bella and grabs her boot. Bella kicks once, but Cassie holds on. Bella kicks again, catching Cassie in the face and knocking her backward. Krystal slides in with a broken ladder piece in her hands, desperate to save Cassie’s chance even after the table crash. She swings for Bella, but Bella sees her coming and ducks down on the ladder. Krystal’s swing connects with Cassie instead! Cassie drops like a stone, and Krystal freezes, horrified by what she has done.
Bella turns on the ladder, reaches down, and kicks the broken ladder piece back into Krystal’s chest, sending her tumbling through the ropes to the floor. The interference is finally dead. The path is clear. Bella climbs again, higher and higher, reaching the top with trembling hands. Her fingertips touch the crown. She begins working at it, but she is too hurt to free it quickly.
That is when Frankie Holliday comes back.
Frankie was never fully buried. She was waiting. She crawls out from under the broken ladders, eyes wild, face twisted in pain and opportunity. She grabs a second ladder and shoves it into position beside Bella’s, climbing with sudden desperation. Bella has her hands on the crown, but Frankie climbs fast, powered by spite, hunger, and the knowledge that the whole match is slipping away. Frankie reaches Bella and immediately rakes her eyes. Bella swings blindly, but Frankie ducks under the arm and slams Bella’s face into the top of the ladder! Bella wobbles, the crowd gasping, but she does not fall.
Frankie snarls and gets desperate. She hooks Bella by the hair and the back of her gear, yanking sideways with everything she has. Bella fights to hold on, but her body has been through too much. Her balance gives way. She crashes down from the ladder and lands across Cassie and Krystal below, the Wolfes accidentally breaking just enough of her fall while being wiped out completely in the process. The impact leaves all three women in a broken pile beneath the ladders.
Frankie is alone at the top.
She looks down at Bella, Cassie, and Krystal, all tangled together because of the Wolfes’ own interference and the destruction they invited into the match. That sinister grin returns. Frankie slowly turns back toward the crown, reaches up with both hands, and pulls it free from above the ring.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings as the arena erupts in a furious mix of boos, cheers, and stunned applause for the carnage they have just witnessed. Frankie clutches the crown against her chest for a moment, then places it on her head while still standing near the top of the ladder. She raises both arms, victorious and smug, soaking in every ounce of hatred from the crowd as Bella lies below, inches away from a victory that was stolen at the last second.
Justin: Here is your winner and the Queen For A Day ... Frankie Holliday!
Frankie sits atop the ladder now, crown on her head, laughing down at the wreckage beneath her. Cassie is sprawled beside Krystal, both Wolfes destroyed by their own schemes and Harper Mason’s revenge. Bella slowly rolls to her side, devastated and heartbroken, knowing she had the match won before Frankie emerged from the wreckage like a vulture. Jacob Summers checks on everyone below while Frankie continues celebrating high above them all, the crown gleaming under the lights like a warning.
Simone: Frankie Holliday has done it. She is Queen For A Day, but what a chaotic, brutal road it took to get there! Bella Madison came within inches of winning this match. Cassie Wolfe had the crown in her hands before Harper Mason arrived. Krystal Wolfe interfered again and again until it finally blew up in her face. And Frankie Holliday waited, survived, and stole the moment when everyone else was broken.
Lunam: Aye, and that may be the most terrifying part of it all, Belinda! Frankie Holliday did nae need to be the fastest, she did nae need to be the bravest, and she sure as hell did nae need to be the fairest! She just needed to be the last wicked soul standing on that ladder, and now she’s got the crown! Frankie Holliday is Queen For A Day, and may heaven help the Bombshell division after this!
The camera transitions to ringside with Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam at ringside.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, before we continue with Into the Void XV, we unfortunately have an update regarding one of tonight’s scheduled championship matches.
Lunam: Aye, and it isnae the kind of news anyone wants to deliver, especially on a night as massive as this one.
Simone: The scheduled match for the Bombshell Internet Championship will not take place as scheduled. We have been informed that both champion Alexandra Calaway and challenger Kat Jones suffered injuries during training and, after medical evaluation, neither woman has been cleared to compete here tonight.
Lunam: That is a brutal bit of luck for both competitors. Alexandra Calaway was set to defend the Bombshell Internet Championship on one of the biggest stages of the year, and Kat Jones was set for a major opportunity to challenge for that title. To have both women ruled out before the match can even happen is heartbreaking.
Simone: We want to make it very clear that the health and safety of our athletes comes first. Alexandra Calaway and Kat Jones are two proud competitors. Knowing both of them, neither one of them would have willingly stepped away from this match unless there was no other option.
Lunam: Not a chance. Alexandra is as tough as they come, and Kat Jones has never been one to back down from a fight. But there are times when the body says no, and the medical staff has to make the call whether the competitors like it or not.
Simone: On behalf of everyone here at Sin City Wrestling, we want to wish both Alexandra Calaway and Kat Jones the very best in their recovery. We hope to see both women back inside the ring as soon as they are healthy and medically cleared.
Lunam: Absolutely. Heal up, get right, and come back ready to tear the house down. There will be another day for that Bombshell Internet Championship fight, and when it happens, I have no doubt Alexandra and Kat will make it worth the wait.
Simone: This is a disappointing development for tonight’s card, but Into the Void XV continues, and we still have a stacked lineup ahead, including championship matches, grudge matches, King and Queen for a Day implications, and our winner take all Main Event between World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Raven and Internet Champion Miles Kasey.
Lunam: Aye, the night goes on, but we’d be remiss if we didnae take this moment to acknowledge Alexandra and Kat. Two warriors, two professionals, and two women who no doubt wanted to be here tonight more than anything.
Simone: Again, the Bombshell Internet Championship match will not take place tonight due to injuries suffered by both champion and challenger during training. We will provide updates on Alexandra Calaway and Kat Jones when they become available.
Lunam: And when they’re ready, Belinda, I hope SCW gives them the stage they deserve.
Simone: I think everyone watching would agree with that. For now, we send our best wishes to both women, and we continue with Into the Void XV.
Backstage the camera is fine Pussy Willow standing in front of a door marked Victoria Lyons.
Pussy Willow: hello Sin City universe. I'm Pussy Willow and I'm outside the locker room of Victoria Lyons hoping to get a final statement before the big bombshell world championship match tonight.
With that she knocks on the door and Darian Price answers and steps out.
Darian Price: Can we help you?
Pussy Willow: I was just hoping to get some final words from Victoria before her big match tonight.
Darian Price: The queen has paid for a private space tonight, because she does not want to be bothered she wants to be left alone so she can fully focus.
Pussy Willow: It'll just be a moment. A few questions?
Darian Price: are you deaf I said the queen is busy she's trying to make sure her Mushin is correct.
Pussy Willow: Mushin?
Darian Price: You need to educate yourself. Mushin, or no mind is an ancient Japanese meditation technique that many warriors would sense to achieve before a huge battle. Helping to free one's mind, so they can allow purely on instinct
Pussy Willow: I see, and when did you Google that?
Darian Price: Hey don't be rude! That's certainly no way to gain an audience with the queen!
Pussy Willow: My apologies.
Darian Price: Look, the queen has a big match tonight and all she wants to do is focus so she can bring home the Bombshell World championship. She's tired of Mercedes Vargas doubting her. When she takes home the Bombshell World Championship tonight, there will be no doubt in anybody's, especially Mercedes Vargas’ mind who sits at the top of the Bombshell Division in Sin City Wrestling.
With a nod Darian walks back into the locker room and shuts the door.
Pussy Willow: Well Victoria Lyons will face Mercedes Vargas later tonight for the vacant Bombshell World Championship…
The door opens again and Darien steps out saying nothing, only placing another sign on the door before walking back in. Pussy Willow looks at the sign and the camera zooms in on it before fading to black.
DO NOT DISTURB.
Just moments before Lethal Lockdown is set to take place, the camera cuts to Brandon Hendrix in his locker room, finishing up wrapping his wrists with the black athletic tape when the locker room door opens up and stepping right up to Hendrix is his mentor, Angelo.
Angelo Caito: Look….. let me be down at the ring side at least. You don't know what can happen with your-
Brandon looks up and cuts Angelo off.
Brandon Hendrix: How many times do I need to say it? No. I'm doing this match with nobody at ringside. I'm not having LJ cry like a bitch if he sees you or the others there.
Angelo scoffs and shakes his head.
Angelo Caito: That's not what this is about. Your pride is hurt. LJ challenged your manhood about winning all by yourself and now you don't know if you can win on your own. You can, but not tonight, not with your-
Brandon Hendrix: Can you shut the hell up? Damn. Nobody needs to know nor care. Alright? I'm not having anyone at ringside and that's final! Stay in line!
Angelo looks down at Brandon and shakes his head.
Angelo Caito: Fine…. I'll be in the crowd with your daughter since only one of us gives a damn about what happens to her after this.
Angelo shakes his head once again and leaves the locker room. Brandon finishes wrapping his wrists, and looks at the locker room door. He sighs and stands up and grabs his jacket from his locker and walks up to the door. He gets anger all of a sudden and he punches the locker room door, denting it before opening the door and goes off to compete.
Justin: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS LETHAL LOCKDOWN! The rules of the match follows: the match can be won by pin fall or submission. Weapons will be lowered down from the cage after the fifteen minute mark. And per agreement, if either side has interference on their behalf, their side will be disqualified!
The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon feat. BABYMETAL. A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.
L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance.
Justin: Introducing first! From Middleton, United Kingdom- residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. He stands at six foot and four inches and weighs two hundred and fourteen pounds. This is- LJ! KAAAAAAAAAASSSEEEEYYYYY!
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 the rest of the fans, who cheer for him in the stands.
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 the crowd, 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.
Lightening strikes the stage and the smoke disappears as Brandon Hendrix stands in the middle of the stage, “Anger’s Remorse”, He stares out to the cheering crowd, pointing to them before looking back at the stage, then tosses his arms up, creating a white flame that shoots up from the stage.
Justin: AND THEIR OPPONENT! FROM MILAN, ITALY RESIDING IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS! THE GOD OF HOPE! BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN….. FUCKING…… HHHHHHEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!
Brandon starts walking down the ramp, a single light shining down on Hendrix. The fans have all turned their flashlights on their phones and hold their phones up. The entire arena is lit with lights and the fans wave their phones along to the song. Brandon continues his walk down the long ramp of where SCW is being taken place, thousand fans becoming Brandon's light in this battle with a his opponents being who they are. Brandon looks around, giving a slight nod to those who back him before he walks up the steel steps, wiping his feet before entering the ring. Brandon stares at his opponent, and acknowledges the war that is coming. He takes his jacket off and hands it to crew outside the ring. Brandon stands in his corner and tells his opponents to bring it.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen…… LET LETHAL LOCKDOWN……. BEGIN!!!
Brandon and LJ stare at each as the roof starts to lower to a crowd roar. Different weapons are attached to the ceiling. Barbed wire chairs, lighttubes, a bag of something unknown, and a case for something, and many more unique weapons that will cause ultimate harm.
DING DING DING!
LJ, smarter this time around, immediately lunges at Brandon and tackles him into the turnbuckle, but Brandon turns to where his back isn't taking any or much damage at all. LJ starts ramming his shoulder into midsection of Brandon who pushes him back, causing LJ to roll backwards. LJ runs towards Brandon, who grabs LJ and belly to belly tosses Kasey overhead and sends him spine first into the steel cage walls. Brandon holds onto his lower back some before walking over to LJ, who is also holding his back. Brandon picks up LJ and slams the back of LJ's head into the cage wall and Brandon lifts LJ up into his grasp and runs and slams him into the opposite side of the cage. Kasey drops and Brandon looks up at the weapons hanging up from the Lethal Lockdown ceiling. He walks to the bottom right corner of the ring and climbs up the ropes, and brings down some close by weapons: the barbed wire chair, the bag, and a nailed up baseball bat.
Brandon drops them into the ring and gingerly climbs down the ropes and grabs the steel chair. He goes to swing, but LJ kicks Brandon in the gut, forcing Brandon to drop the chair and catch his breath. LJ picks up the barbed wire chair and he this time hits Brandon in the gut with the top end of the chair. Hendrix doubles over in pain, but his pain is about to get thirty times worse as LJ then slams the chair and barbed wire combo directly into the middle of Brandon's back, sending Brandon down directly and like he's almost stiffened up from it. The pain in the face of Brandon is like it's unbearable. Kasey doesn't stop and he slams the chair down on the back of Brandon again, and again, and again. Brandon yells in pain as he tries to crawl away, but LJ slams the weapon down on Brandon's calf this time. Brandon's back is bleeding bad, and now his calf is cut open too. LJ kicks Brandon over onto his back and lifts and looks like he's aiming for Brandon's head, and he hesitates to swing, which gives Brandon enough time to swing his foot up and kick LJ right in the nuts, dropping Kasey down to his knees. Brandon has to crawl himself once again to the ropes and uses them to pull his hurt body up off the ground. LJ gets off his knees but is immediately kicked in the gut and dropped with a DDT, his face landing on the barbed wire. Hendrix holds his back again while Kasey rolls to him and shows that his face is cut open, now bleeding from at least three different spots that the camera can see.
Brandon pulled himself to the bag that he pulled down and grabbed the bag in his hand. He forces himself to sit as he undoes the band that kept the bag tied together before dumping the contents out beside him to reveal a mix of thumbtacks and sharded glass pieces. Brandon grins slightly as he uses a lot of strength to pull his hurt back to get off the ground. Hendrix limps over to LJ and grabs him by the ear and pulls his ear and forces his head up, pulling his body up too. Brandon hooks both of Kasey's arms and goes for MAFIA, but Kasey flips over Brandon, runs and springboards off the ropes-
BLAST FROM THE PAST!!!! HENDRIX GOES FACE FIRST INTO TACKS AND GLASS PIECES!!!
LJ, who got tacks and glasses in his back, yells in pain as he slowly turns himself over so he can crawl to Brandon and slowly turn the big man over, who's face is pushing blood now. It's unknown how bad the cuts on his face is until after the match, which may be now as LJ placed an arm on Brandon's chest for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-!
Hendrix kicks out to a loud reaction from the crowd. Kasey is even looking stunned from it. LJ Kasey slowly gets off stomach and pushes himself to his feet. He stares at the weapons on the floor before looking up. LJ then climbs up the walls of the cage and starts to unhook something long but covered by a black cloth. He unhooked one end before slowly going back to the ring. He grabs the unhooked end and slightly pulls the item down. He removed the cloth from the item and revealed a glass table, which got a loud reaction from the crowd. LJ pulls the legs of the table out and sets the table up. He looks over at Brandon, who still hasn’t moved from where he's been and looks like he's going for a killshot. LJ walks over to Hendrix, but Brandon seemingly lures LJ in and Kasey didn't realize Brandon was laid out next to the nailed up baseball bat, and suddenly he gets his leg punctured by the nails in the bat. LJ yells and collapses as Brandon slowly sits up. Brandon leans the baseball bat against his cheek and through the blood, he starts laughing before slowly getting to his feet. He walks over and goes to a corner of the ring and pushes the nailed bat into the pad on the top turnbuckle. Hendrix grabs LJ by the wrist and pulls him up.
Brandon Hendrix: I PROMISE YOU…… YOU'LL EITHER DIE A HERO…… OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME THE VILLAIN!
Brandon goes to slam LJ's skull into the bat, but LJ grabs the ropes and he then elbows Brandon in the gut and then slams Brandon face first into the bat! Brandon pulls back and holds onto his cheek, stumbling as Kasey pulls the bat out of the protection pad of the turnbuckle. He stares at the bat then at Brandon. The crowd is making noise…. And LJ swings and the bat sticks into the gut of Hendrix! He then yanks the nails out of Brandon's stomach then slams the nailed bat into the lower back of Brandon! The spot where his dislodged disc is, nails puncture the skin! He's not done!
NAILS IN THE MIDDLE OF BRANDON'S BACK!
NAILS IN THE UPPER SECTION OF BRANDON'S BACK!
OH GOD! NAILS IN THE NECK OF BRANDON!
LJ tosses the bat and he roars and gets a loud reaction back. LJ points at the glass table and lifts Brandon's bloodied body off the ground. He hooks Hendrix's head between his underarm and body and hooks Brandon's arm around LJ's neck. He's going for a Brainbuster!
No! Brandon managed to break out! He grabs LJ by the throat!
CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!!
Brandon falls to the mat as well, both men laid out on the bloodied mat below as the entire crowd in Japan all stand to their feet and give both competitors a standing ovation. After everything these men have been through, somehow both Brandon and LJ are stirring and clawing to get to their feet. They're using the ropes to pull themselves up, pulling themselves up to their feet and both stand on opposite ends of the ring together. They stare each other down, both men have blood running down their body's, gashes everywhere. The time has come! This is reaching the end zone! LJ and Brandon run at each other, but Brandon pops LJ Kasey up and catches him in a powerbomb position! LJ moves his arms around before grabbing the case that is left hanging up on the ceiling. He yanks the case down and slams the case against Brandon's skull. Brandon falls and LJ lands on top of Brandon. Kasey rolls off of Brandon and slowly opens the case. He grins as he pulls out a sledgehammer. Brandon rolls to his stomach and tries to crawl away, but LJ steps on Brandon's ankle. Brandon slowly turns his head and looks up to seeing LJ Kasey, holding the sledgehammer with both hands. LJ shakes his head, and he slams the sledgehammer into the spine of Brandon, who yells out in pain and slowly spins around and looks up as Kasey then takes the sledgehammer and-
OH GOD! HE SLAMMED THE SLEDGEHAMMER ONTO THE CHEST OF BRANDON!!!! HENDRIX IS CONVULSING!!!! HE'S COUGHING OUT BLOOD!
Brandon holds his chest, struggling to breathe as he he slowly tries to crawl away. LJ then steps on the neck of Hendrix and places the hammer part against the skull of Brandon. He is looking to end Brandon! LJ looks up and sees that Angelo is in the crowd, the look of dread and fear on his face, but in his arms is a crying child- the daughter of Hendrix, Raelynn. She is bawling her eyes out, and yet the sight of that…. He can't do it. He drops the hammer and slowly backs away from Brandon. Hendrix, the fighter that he is…. He is trying to get up. Brandon is struggling to get to his feet…. He wants to fight till his heart gives out… but LJ is ready to make sure that doesn't happen. He runs and springs off the ropes again….
Blast…From The Past…..
Brandon lays there motionless as LJ slowly flips Brandon to his back and covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
“Kingslayer” plays to a loud ovation from the fifty thousand fans that attended the show tonight to watch this war between two warriors.
Justin: Here is your winner…… L.J……. KAAAAAAAAAASSSEEEEYYYYY!!!!!
LJ sits on his ass as he looks down at the motionless Hendrix, both men still bleeding, still unable how their careers will go after this. But one thing is for sure, LJ got revenge tonight for everything that has happened. But is it over? Will this war ever be over? LJ slowly stands up and gingerly limps his way to door of the cage and steps between the ropes, falling to his knees as two men from the medical team go to his aid as more enter the ring to tend to Brandon as the scene cuts to the next segment on Into The Void.
We cut to a makeshift backstage area at Into The Void. Brittany Williams could be seen holding the Roulette Bombshell Championship. She cracks an evil grin running her hands through her hair as she looks into the camera. She is joined by Pussy Willow.
Pussy Willow: Brittany tonight we just saw you win the Roulette Championship. How do you feel about being able to win that title for the second time?
Brittany cracks a grin as she holds her title firmly.
Brittany: I told everyone that I was going to emerge as a champion and I did just that. Everyone has been trying to question who Brittany Williams is, but you need to understand that I am my mother’s daughter and I went out there and showed the world who I am. So no more questions about me. I am the champ and I am the present of this company!
Brittany raises her title high into the air.
Brittany: And this right here says everything that should be said about me!
Brittany continues to gloat and it’s at that moment that we are able to see Brayden Williams. Brayden smirks looking at his sister.
Brayden: It looks like someone managed to get something done.
Brittany: It’s better than being in SCW and not amounting to anything.
Brayden: Excuse me? I will have you know that…
Before he could say anything he is immediately approached by a man with braids.
Todd: Is there a reason why my kids are having issues with each other?
Brittany: Actually no, I won my match and NOW it’s time to see if Tia Mercedes will win the belt tonight. If you would excuse me I have better things to do.
Brittany walks away leaving Brayden there.
Todd: I believe you and I need to have a little chat.
Is all he says as we go elsewhere.
The camera fades in from black to a dimly lit service corridor tucked behind the Jurassic Park area at Universal Studios Japan. The distant roar of animatronic dinosaurs blends with the muffled hum of theme park crowds and ride machinery. Warning lights flicker softly against steel walls marked with hazard stripes.
Mercedes Vargas stands beside a weathered InGen supply crate, already in her ring gear, wrists taped, posture calm but commanding. The World Bombshell Championship rests on top of the crate—vacant, gleaming under the industrial lighting. Mercedes doesn’t look at it right away. Instead, she adjusts her wrist tape slowly, deliberately, before finally lifting her gaze toward the camera.
Mercedes: So… this is what it comes down to.
She steps forward, intensity building as the echo of a T-Rex roar vibrates faintly through the corridor.
Mercedes: A championship left behind. A legacy interrupted. And an opportunity that only comes around once—if you’re lucky.
A faint smirk crosses her face.
Mercedes: I've heard all the hype. ‘Victoria Lyons is hungry.’ ‘Victoria Lyons is ready.’ ‘Victoria Lyons is the future.‘
Mercedes tilts her head slightly, the sound of distant jungle drums bleeding in.
Mercedes: But I’ve been the present… for a very long time.
She slowly turns her head, her expression unreadable, as if visualizing everything she’s earned.
Mercedes: I didn’t get here on momentum. I didn’t get here on hype. I built this career match by match, title by title, moment by moment. Hall of Fame. Grand Slam Champion. Every accolade you can name—I’ve earned it.
Her tone sharpens as a warning siren briefly chirps in the background.
Mercedes: And tonight isn’t about proving I belong. That’s already been settled.
A beat. The low rumble of something massive moving echoes faintly.
Mercedes: It’s about reminding everyone exactly who I am.
Mercedes lifts her chin slightly, intensity rising as jungle shadows flicker behind her.
Mercedes: Victoria… you call yourself ‘The Lyoness'. That’s supposed to intimidate me?
A small, almost amused exhale.
Mercedes: I’ve ended bigger predators than you.
She takes a slow step forward, her presence filling the frame as another distant roar cuts through.
Mercedes: See, a lioness survives on instinct. On momentum. On the right moment to strike.
She gives a faint, dismissive smirk.
Mercedes: I don’t survive.
A beat. The lights flicker once.
Mercedes: I dominate.
Mercedes steps closer to the camera, her voice dropping just enough to feel personal.
Mercedes: And tonight, when that bell rings… you’re not stepping in there with a contender.
A pause.
Mercedes: You’re stepping in there with the standard, mamita.
She holds the camera’s gaze for a moment longer, unwavering.
Mercedes: And when it’s over… there won’t be a vacant title anymore.
Mercedes gives one last steady look into the camera before turning and walking past a set of heavy park gates labeled “RESTRICTED AREA.” The camera lingers on the empty corridor as a final, thunderous dinosaur roar echoes through the space. Fade to black.
Referee Drew Patton enters the ring to officiate. He takes his place to Justin Decent’s left, composed but already wearing the look of a man who knows he has drawn one of the most thankless assignments of the evening. The World Bombshell Championship is still outside the ring for the moment, resting in the hands of ringside personnel, but every eye in the arena keeps drifting toward it. The championship is vacant. The throne is empty. And the two women about to battle for it are not noble warriors looking to restore honor to the division. They are ruthless, vicious, proud rulebreakers who would gladly tear the rulebook in half if it meant walking away with the gold.
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.
Simone: Victoria Lyons has never lacked confidence, and tonight she walks into this championship match believing that the World Bombshell Championship already belongs to her. She is powerful, she is dangerous, and she is absolutely willing to do whatever it takes to make that belief a reality.
Lunam: Aye, and look at the arrogance of her! Victoria Lyons is not here to win friends, she is here to take a crown and make the whole Bombshell division kneel before her. With Darian at ringside, ye have to believe Mercedes Vargas is not only fighting Victoria, she is fighting the whole twisted little kingdom Victoria has built around herself.
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.
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(s) to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas is a Grand Slam Champion and Hall of Famer, and that history matters. She has won almost everything there is to win, but tonight she has a chance to reclaim the top of the mountain in the Bombshell division.
Lunam: She’s cunning, she’s slippery, and she’s as dangerous as a blade hidden up a sleeve. Mercedes Vargas can wrestle circles around most opponents, but she can also cheat with the best of them. If Victoria thinks she is the only villain in this story, she’s about to get a very harsh lesson!
The camera focuses on the ring, where Drew Patton stands between both women, holding the World Bombshell Championship belt in his hands. The gold gleams under the lights and the Japanese crowd applauds respectfully, understanding the importance of what is at stake. Victoria barely takes her eyes off Mercedes, though her lips curl into a smug grin. Mercedes leans back against the turnbuckles, pretending not to care, but her eyes flick toward the championship again and again, betraying how badly she wants it.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the vacant World Bombshell Championship!
The crowd applauds again, rising in volume as Drew lifts the championship just slightly, giving both competitors a clear look.
Justin: Introducing first! From Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Mercedes steps forward and throws her arms out, soaking in the mixed reaction with derisive satisfaction. She points to herself, then to the championship, then waves off the crowd as though their approval is beneath her. She turns toward Victoria and gives her a mocking little bow, as if already accepting Victoria’s surrender.
Justin: And her opponent! Accompanied to the ring by Darian! From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 170 pounds ... Victoria Lyons!
Darian applauds Victoria with worshipful enthusiasm, clapping as though the match has already ended and she has already been crowned. Victoria slowly raises one arm, acknowledging the crowd like a queen forced to appear before peasants. She then points sharply at the championship belt and mouths that it belongs to her. Drew steps between them before either woman can move too close, showing the title first to Mercedes and then to Victoria. Mercedes reaches for it, but Drew pulls it back. Victoria does the same, and Drew gives her a warning glare before holding the championship high above his head for all to see. The Japanese crowd applauds respectfully once more. Drew passes the belt to the outside and immediately orders Darian from the ring. Darian pouts, then obeys, stepping through the ropes while Victoria stares daggers at the referee. Drew checks both women, points to the timekeeper, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Victoria and Mercedes do not rush into a lockup. They circle slowly, each woman studying the other with open contempt. Mercedes darts forward first, teasing a collar-and-elbow tie-up, only to back away with a smug smile when Victoria reaches for her. Victoria lunges next, and Mercedes ducks under, catching the arm and twisting it into a quick wrench. Victoria growls, reverses the pressure, and hammers a forearm into the side of Mercedes’ head. Mercedes staggers, but instead of backing off cleanly, she shoves Victoria hard toward Drew Patton, using the referee as a moving obstacle. Victoria stops short of crashing into Drew, but the hesitation is all Mercedes needs to sweep behind her with a handful of hair and yank her backward to the canvas. Drew immediately warns Mercedes, who sits back on her knees and spreads her arms as if she has done nothing wrong.
Simone: Drew Patton is going to have his hands full tonight. Mercedes wasted no time using him as part of her strategy.
Lunam: Strategy? That was pure filth, Belinda! Brilliant filth, mind ye, but filth all the same!
Victoria rolls to one knee, furious, and Mercedes charges in looking for a running low-angle dropkick to the face. Victoria moves at the last possible second and Mercedes skids through, catching herself near the ropes. Victoria comes in with a clothesline, but Mercedes grabs Drew by the shirt and yanks him half into the path. Mercedes stops short, scolding Victoria for nearly hitting the referee, but Victoria reaches right over Drew’s shoulder and rakes Mercedes across the eyes! Mercedes reels, shrieking in rage, and Drew spins around to admonish Victoria. Before he can get a full warning out, Mercedes shoves Victoria forward and sends her bumping into Drew anyway, using the moment to step in with a sharp spinning roundhouse kick to the side of Victoria’s head. Victoria drops to a knee and Mercedes immediately hooks her in a schoolgirl pin with a handful of tights!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Victoria powers out and both women scramble up, already snarling. Mercedes charges, but Victoria catches her and drives her backward into the corner with a shoulder thrust. She unloads with forearm smashes, each shot cracking against Mercedes’ jaw and chest until Drew steps in and starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria backs away with a wicked grin, then surges back in and plants her boot across Mercedes’ throat. Mercedes kicks and grabs the ropes while Drew counts again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria breaks, only to turn and argue with Drew, buying enough time for Darian to scream encouragement from the floor. Mercedes, coughing, suddenly reaches forward and grabs Victoria by the hair, spinning out of the corner with a hair-pull over-the-shoulder snapmare that sends Victoria crashing down. Mercedes follows with a rolling necksnap and then circles her fallen opponent, stomping down again and again while pointing at the crowd as if conducting an orchestra of pain.
Mercedes pulls Victoria up and shoots her into the ropes, but Victoria reverses and sends Mercedes flying. Mercedes rebounds and leapfrogs over Victoria, lands clean, and drops into a split to avoid a clothesline on the return. Victoria turns, and Mercedes snaps up with a pendulum-style kick to the midsection, then hooks the head for a float-over DDT. Victoria shoves her off, and Mercedes lands near the ropes. Victoria charges and Mercedes drops low, pulling the top rope down, sending Victoria tumbling awkwardly to the floor! The match spills outside almost immediately, and Mercedes follows with no hesitation, sliding beneath the bottom rope and grabbing Victoria before Drew can establish any control.
Mercedes whips Victoria hard into the barricade, and the impact draws a sharp reaction from the Japanese crowd. Mercedes grabs her by the hair and tries it again, but Victoria reverses with raw force and sends Mercedes back-first into the ring apron! Mercedes arches in pain, and Victoria drives a lifting knee into her ribs, then slams her forearm across the back of Mercedes’ neck. They stagger toward the announce table, clawing at each other, trading hair pulls, face rakes, and brutal short-arm chops that echo close enough for Simone and Lunam to flinch at ringside.
Simone: This has already broken down into exactly the kind of fight we expected. Neither woman is interested in proving she is the better sportswoman. They are trying to maul each other!
Lunam: Aye, and Drew Patton can count all he likes, but this is like trying to referee two wildcats in a flour sack!
Drew leans through the ropes and starts his count as Mercedes drives a knee into Victoria’s stomach, then hooks her for a suplex on the thin ringside mats.
ONE!
TWO!
Mercedes lifts, but Victoria blocks it, planting her boots wide. Mercedes tries again, gritting her teeth and straining to get Victoria up, but Victoria blocks it a second time and fires back with a punch to the ribs. Mercedes refuses to let go and tries to muscle her over, but Victoria twists out, hooks Mercedes by the head, and drops backward with a nasty DDT onto the floor! Mercedes’ head snaps down against the mats, and the crowd erupts as Victoria rolls onto her side, breathing hard, a cruel smile cutting through the pain.
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria drags Mercedes up by the hair, but Mercedes fires back with a desperate chop, then another, then another. She tries to stagger away, but Victoria stumbles toward the barricade, snatches a drink from a stunned fan, and takes a mocking sip. Mercedes turns around just in time for Victoria to splash the drink straight into her face! Mercedes screams, blinded and furious, and launches herself at Victoria with pure rage, tackling her backward into the barricade! Both women collapse in a heap as Drew’s count continues.
FIVE!
SIX!
Mercedes crawls toward Victoria and hammers fists into her face while Victoria grabs at Mercedes’ hair. Darian starts moving closer, shouting for Victoria to get up, but Drew points at him and warns him to stay back. Mercedes grabs Victoria by the back of the head and rams her into the barricade one more time before rolling her under the bottom rope. Mercedes slides in after her at the count of eight, breaking the count and keeping the championship alive.
Inside the ring again, Mercedes moves with predatory focus. She traps Victoria in a seated position and wraps her legs around Victoria’s body, wrenching back into a body scissors while hooking an arm around the chin for a dragon sleeper. Victoria’s face twists as Mercedes squeezes with her legs, leaning back and cranking the neck. Drew drops in close, asking Victoria if she wants to give up, but Victoria snarls and reaches backward, clawing at Mercedes’ face until Mercedes screams and releases the hold. Mercedes rolls away clutching her cheek, then pops back up and drills Victoria with a running knee smash as Victoria tries to rise. Mercedes covers, pressing her forearm across Victoria’s face.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Victoria toward the ropes. She drapes her throat across the second rope and steps onto the back of her head, choking her while looking directly at Drew.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes lets go, throws her arms out, and counts along in Spanish with a mocking tone before snapping at Drew.
Mercedes: I have until five!
The crowd boos, and Victoria tumbles off the rope, gasping. Mercedes builds speed, looking for a slingshot leg drop across the back of Victoria’s neck, but Victoria rolls away and Mercedes crashes down hard. Victoria drags herself up in the corner and Mercedes charges, only for Victoria to explode out with a step up enziguri that catches Mercedes flush! Mercedes spins and drops to all fours. Victoria hits the ropes and comes back with a basement dropkick to the side of the head, then hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Victoria does not argue. She simply grabs Mercedes by the hair, pulls her halfway up, and hurls her beneath the bottom rope. Mercedes lands near the apron, but Victoria follows, dropping to the floor and yanking up the ring skirt. Mercedes tries to crawl away, but Victoria grabs her ankle and pulls. Mercedes kicks free, then lunges and traps Victoria’s head and arms beneath the ring skirt instead! With Victoria partially blinded and tangled, Mercedes stomps down viciously, hammering away at the hidden target while Drew yells from the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes finally backs off, hands raised innocently, while Victoria fights free with fury in her eyes. Mercedes reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair, but Drew slides out and grabs it before she can swing. While Drew wrestles the chair away, Victoria reaches under the opposite side and pulls out a kendo stick! The crowd gasps as Victoria raises it, but Drew turns just in time and charges over to confiscate that as well. With Drew busy taking the kendo stick, Mercedes slips something from her gear and cracks Victoria across the jaw with a concealed chain-wrapped fist! Victoria drops against the apron, and Mercedes quickly hides the object before Drew turns around.
Simone: Drew Patton stopped the chair. He stopped the kendo stick. But he did not see that shot from Mercedes!
Lunam: That’s the Hall of Fame experience right there! She had three schemes waiting, and the third one landed clean as a church bell!
Mercedes rolls Victoria into the ring and climbs to the apron. She springboards in and nails a leg drop across Victoria’s chest, then hooks the leg deep, leaning back with confidence.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Mercedes’ eyes widen. She pulls Victoria up, looking for Double Jeopardy, but Victoria fights out with back elbows and blasts Mercedes with a running knee strike. Mercedes stumbles into the corner. Victoria rushes in, backflips into a corner elbow, and the impact snaps Mercedes’ head back. Victoria then grabs her and powers her out of the corner with a belly to belly suplex that throws Mercedes across the canvas! Mercedes rolls toward the opposite corner while Victoria rises slowly, breathing hard but smiling. She stalks Mercedes and drives an axe kick down across her back, flattening her to the mat.
Victoria turns away just long enough to begin loosening the top turnbuckle pad. Drew sees her and rushes over, ordering her to stop. Victoria argues loudly, distracting him as Darian applauds from ringside. Mercedes sees the pad hanging loose and her veteran instincts take over. She charges Victoria from behind, trying to send her face-first into the exposed steel, but Victoria hooks the ropes and blocks. Mercedes grabs her by the hair and tries again, but Victoria reverses the whip and Mercedes goes flying chest-first into the exposed turnbuckle! Mercedes staggers backward, clutching herself, and Victoria folds her in half with a lifting knee strike, then plants her with Dead Revolution! Victoria covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Victoria sits up in disbelief, then glares at Drew like the count itself was an insult. She hauls Mercedes up and tries for The Cleansing, hooking her for the Tiger Thunder Driver, but Mercedes scrambles down her back and shoves Victoria into the ropes. Victoria rebounds, and Mercedes catches her with a catapult backbreaker that bends Victoria brutally across the knee. Mercedes follows by rolling through, locking the legs, and turning Victoria into Red Peril! The lotus lock is cinched in tight, and Mercedes pulls backward while Victoria thrashes, trapped in the middle of the ring. Darian slams his hands on the apron in panic, shouting for Victoria to reach the ropes, while Drew checks closely for a submission.
Victoria refuses. She claws forward inch by inch, dragging both women toward the ropes while Mercedes grinds the hold tighter. Victoria stretches one arm, fingertips brushing the bottom rope, but Mercedes pulls her back a few inches and laughs. Victoria snarls, reaches again, and finally grabs the rope. Drew orders the break.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mercedes releases at the last possible second and then stomps Victoria in the back of the head for good measure. Drew gets in Mercedes’ face, and she waves him off before dragging Victoria toward the ropes. She looks to the crowd, shushes them, and blasts Victoria with a Pre-emptive Strike chop in the corner. The sound cracks through the arena. She follows with machine gun chops to Victoria’s chest and face, then finishes with a short-arm clothesline that drops Victoria in a heap.
Mercedes covers, but her feet slide immediately onto the middle rope for leverage.
ONE!
TWO!
Drew sees the feet and stops the count!
Mercedes sits up, furious, screaming at Drew in Spanish and English. Victoria rolls away toward the floor, and Mercedes follows, rage overruling caution. The fight spills toward the timekeeper’s area, where Victoria suddenly comes alive and throws Mercedes over the barricade edge and into the table! Papers fly, the bell shifts, and ringside officials scatter. Mercedes grabs the bell hammer and raises it, but Drew lunges in and snatches it from her hand. While he turns to toss it away, Victoria grabs Mercedes by the hair and tries to slam her face-first onto the World Bombshell Championship sitting nearby. Mercedes barely gets her hands down and stops herself inches from the gold, then elbows Victoria backward and scrambles away.
Drew orders both women back toward the ring and starts counting again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Victoria drags Mercedes up, but Mercedes suddenly hooks her head and snaps her down with a front-flip facebuster, driving Victoria into the floor near the timekeeper’s area. Mercedes rolls into the ring, then rolls right back out to break the count and inflict more damage. She grabs Victoria and sends her back inside before climbing to the top rope. Mercedes waits for Victoria to rise, then launches with a crossbody, but Victoria catches her! Victoria staggers under the momentum, roars, and shifts Mercedes onto her shoulder, but Mercedes wriggles free and lands behind her. Mercedes hooks the arms, spins, and drives Victoria down with a sitdown hangman’s neckbreaker, then rolls her into a backslide with a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Victoria escapes at the last instant, but Mercedes stays on her. She reaches into her gear again, Drew’s vision blocked by Victoria’s body, and drives the concealed object into Victoria’s ribs. Victoria gasps and folds forward. Mercedes quickly hides it, then nails Be Still My Heart, the savate superkick snapping Victoria’s head to the side! Mercedes grabs the tights and rolls her into a tight schoolgirl pin, leaning back with everything she has.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The crowd erupts as Victoria kicks out, and Mercedes looks genuinely stunned. Her usual shortcuts, her hidden weapon, her signature strike, and a grip on the tights still did not secure the title. Mercedes crawls after Drew, holding up three fingers, furious. Drew holds up two. Victoria lies on her side, eyes glazed but still burning with hatred.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas just emptied the bag of tricks, and Victoria Lyons still kicked out!
Lunam: That might be the worst thing Mercedes could’ve learned tonight. Victoria is not honorable, but she is tough as nails, and now she knows Mercedes could not steal it from her!
Mercedes yanks Victoria up and tries for 2 to Tango, twisting the arm and preparing the hook kick, but Victoria ducks under the kick and shoves Mercedes forward. Mercedes crashes into Drew Patton! Drew goes down hard, not completely out but stunned enough to roll to the side clutching his shoulder. Mercedes turns with a flash of alarm, and Victoria immediately pounces. With Drew down, restraint vanishes. Victoria grabs Mercedes by the hair and chokes her with wrist tape, pulling backward while Mercedes claws at the tape. Mercedes kicks behind her and catches Victoria low enough to break free, then dives toward the corner where the championship belt has been placed on the apron by ringside officials trying to keep it safe.
Mercedes gets her hands on the World Bombshell Championship. The crowd rises as she turns, eyes wild, clutching the belt like a weapon and a promise. Drew is stirring, pulling himself up on the ropes. Victoria staggers toward Mercedes. Mercedes swings for Victoria’s head, but Victoria ducks! Mercedes spins through and nearly blasts Drew Patton with the championship. Drew freezes, Mercedes freezes, and that half-second of hesitation costs her everything. Victoria steps in from behind Drew’s blind side and kicks Mercedes low with vicious precision! Mercedes crumples forward, the belt falling from her hands as the crowd erupts in shock and boos.
Victoria grabs Mercedes by the hair and tights, dragging her toward the exposed turnbuckle. Mercedes tries to block it, but she has nothing left. Victoria drives her face-first into the exposed steel! Mercedes staggers backward, out on her feet, and Victoria hooks her head. With a savage roar, Victoria drops backward and spikes Mercedes head-first into the canvas with the Lyoness Roar DDT! Mercedes folds beneath the impact and Victoria rolls her over, hooking both legs as Drew crawls into position, still shaken but able to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Simone: Victoria Lyons has done it! Victoria Lyons has survived Mercedes Vargas, she has survived every shortcut, every trick, every weapon, and she is the new World Bombshell Champion!
Lunam: Aye, by hook, by crook, and by every rotten trick in the book! Victoria Lyons has taken the gold, and the Bombshell division may never be the same again!
Justin: Here is your winner, and NEW World Bombshell Champion ... Victoria Lyons!
Victoria rolls off Mercedes and sits upright, her chest heaving, her hair wild, and a cruel smile spreading across her face as the reality settles in. Drew retrieves the championship from ringside and steps toward her, ready to present it officially, but Darian storms into the ring and tears the belt from Drew’s hands before the referee can complete the moment. Drew shouts at him, but Darian ignores him completely, dropping to one knee and presenting the World Bombshell Championship to Victoria like an offering to royalty.
Victoria snatches the title and lets out a triumphant cry as Darian springs up beside her. They celebrate wildly, jumping up and down and raising their arms while the crowd boos the new champion. Victoria clutches the championship to her chest, then lifts it high over her head as Darian applauds and points to her, making sure every camera sees the new ruler of the Bombshell division.
But Mercedes is not finished. Barely able to stand, humiliated and furious, she crawls behind Darian as he continues celebrating. Victoria turns toward the hard camera with the title raised, and Mercedes strikes from behind, grabbing Darian and delivering a vicious low blow that drops him instantly! Darian crumples to the mat in a fetal position, both hands clutched between his legs, his celebration cut off in agonizing fashion. Victoria spins around, seething, but Mercedes is already escaping through the ropes, staggering backward up the aisle with a wicked, wounded smile.
Victoria drops to one knee beside Darian, clutching the World Bombshell Championship in one hand while glaring daggers at Mercedes with pure murder in her eyes. Mercedes backs up the ramp, one hand on her head and the other pointing at Victoria, making it clear that while Victoria may have won the title, this war is far from over. The final image is chaos in its purest form: Victoria Lyons kneeling in the ring as the new World Bombshell Champion, Darian curled beside her in pain, Drew Patton trying to restore order, and Mercedes Vargas retreating with spiteful satisfaction after making sure the new champion’s coronation ended in humiliation.
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Amanda lifts the extinguisher triumphantly. It accidentally goes off, spraying the camera lens with a blast of pink powder, glitter, and lipstick-red mist. The screen becomes almost impossible to see through the cloud as Amanda’s voice rings out.
Amanda: Gorgeous! Roll with it! Roll with it!
The feed cuts back to ringside, where Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam sit in stunned silence for a moment. Erik has a faint dusting of glitter on his jacket, despite being nowhere near the commercial set.
Simone: I’m not entirely sure what we just witnessed.
Lunam: I am, Belinda. Innovation. Reckless, sparkly innovation.
Simone: I have several questions, and I am fairly certain none of them should be answered on air.
Lunam: I’ll tell ye this much. If Amanda starts selling that thing at the merchandise stand, half the roster is going to look like they were attacked by a cosmetics cannon before the night is over.
Simone: Somehow, that would not be the strangest thing to happen at Into the Void XV.
Lunam: Not even close.
Miles is seated on a bench, taping his wrists, fingers, and forearms. His movements are quick, precise, but there’s tension. His knee bounces. He flexes his hands, then re-wraps part of the tape like it’s not good enough. Carter stands nearby, watching him for a moment before stepping closer.
HBCarter: If you were wound any tighter, you will pop. You’re good.
Miles: I know.
Miles doesn’t stop working and keeps adjusting the tape. Carter crouches slightly to get into his line of sight.
HBCarter: Hey.... you’ve done everything you need to do.
Miles looks up briefly. Nods. Goes right back to it.
Miles: I know, still doesn’t curb that feeling.
Carter smirks slightly.
HBCarter: It just means that it’s all completely worth it.
A voice cuts in from the side...
Fenris: Good. You’re finally feeling it.
Fenris steps in, arms folded, looking Miles up and down like he’s confirming something.
Miles: K, don’t start.
Fenris: I’m not. Just making sure you don’t try to treat this like any other night.
Miles leans back slightly, rolling his shoulders.
Miles: I know it’s not.
Fenris: No… it’s not.
Fenris steps closer, more serious now.
Fenris: This is THE moment. The one people look back on and say it was always supposed to happen this way.
Miles looks at him, listening.
Fenris: Your title for his title. On quite possibly the biggest stage you’ve had. Against a guy who thinks he already owns the ending. This is the kind of match that ends up in the history books.
He points at Miles.
Fenris: And it fits you.
Miles’ breathing steadies a bit.
Fenris: You have taken absolutely no shortcuts. You’ve taken no handouts. And not one single person, no matter what they claim....No one picked you. You did it your way.
Miles nods slightly.
Fenris: So now you do one thing.
Fenris holds his gaze.
Fenris: Leave it all out there. No holding back. No second guessing. And finally become what everyone already knew you could be. A mother fucking World Champion.
Silence for a second. Miles nods once.
Miles: That’s the fuckin’ plan, mate.
Fenris smirks slightly, extends his hand. They go through a quick, practiced handshake—tight, clean, then pull into a quick, solid hug.
Fenris: Give them hell and I’ll see you after.
Miles: Looking forward to it.
Fenris steps back, gives Carter a quick nod, then exits. The noise of the arena hums in the background. Carter steps in immediately. Picks up the SCW Internet Championship and wraps it around Miles’ waist, pulling it tight. He grabs Miles’ ring jacket and holds it open allowing Miles to slip into it. Carter adjusts the shoulders, straightens it out. Then Carter steps in close, they stand forehead to forehead. They stay there for a second, letting them ground the other.
HBCarter: quiet Go show them.
Miles nods before they share a quick kiss. Miles exhales, steady now. He turns, grabs the door and heads out toward the match.
The camera focuses on the six-sided ring with Justin Decent standing proudly in the center, dressed for the magnitude of the evening with microphone in hand as the crowd continues to rumble with anticipation. The lights sweep across the packed arena at Universal Studios Japan, signs raised high, fans on their feet, the atmosphere thick with the sense that something historic is about to unfold. The Internet Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship are both supposed to be at stake, but there is already an uneasy question hanging in the air because only one of those championships has been seen tonight.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Main Event of Into the Void XV! It is scheduled for one fall and it is Internet Champion versus World Heavyweight Champion! Winner take all!
The crowd applauds politely at first, then rises into a louder roar as the phrase winner take all sinks in. Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam sit at ringside, the announce table still pristine, both of them looking toward the entrance as the arena lights dim.
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—or the opponent—ready.
Simone: Miles Kasey walks into this match as the Internet Champion, but he has the chance tonight to walk out as so much more. He has the chance to walk out as the man who finally dethrones Alexander Raven on the biggest stage possible.
Lunam: Aye, and look at the confidence in the lad! But make no mistake about it, Belinda. Behind that smile, behind that swagger, there is fire in him tonight. Raven didnae just insult a challenger. He went after Miles’s family. He made it personal, and that may be the worst mistake the World Champion has ever made.
Simone: Miles has always been dangerous, but tonight feels different. Tonight, he looks like a man who is ready to fight through hell if that is what it takes.
The music fades, leaving Miles pacing slowly inside the ring, eyes locked on the entrance. Then the arena shifts. The lights dim into a darker blue, and the mood turns colder.
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.
'Hardly in the spirit of the era. Dedicate and thin skinned.
One appeared in front of the jury. Face uncovered in front of the jury.'
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.
'Beauty of looks, beauty of faults.
Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.'
As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her.
Lunam: There he is, the World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Raven. Cold as a graveyard and twice as unpleasant! But Belinda, I’m looking and I’m looking hard. Where is the World Heavyweight Championship?
Simone: That is the question, Erik. Alexander Raven is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion, but he has come to the ring without the championship belt. Miles brought the Internet title. Raven brought Luna Pasilno.
Lunam: That tells ye everything, doesn’t it? Miles brings a championship. Raven brings an insurance policy.
Simone: Luna has made herself a factor in far too many of Alexander Raven’s matches, and in a winner take all Main Event, that cannot be overlooked.
Justin raises the microphone once again, but before he can continue with the usual introductions, he pauses, listening to something in his earpiece. A sly smile spreads across his face as the crowd begins to buzz.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now my honor to introduce the very special surprise Guest Referee!
Lunam: Wait now, what?
Simone: Did you know about this?
Lunam: I knew nothing! Not a whisper, not a hint, not a blessed thing!
Victim of Me by Descendants begins to play over the sounds system, the lights begin to strobe through the venue as Amy appears through the curtain dancing before stopping half way and pushes her hair back to reveal the black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Santino is written in red and in Japanese! She is dressed in a referee’s top and black stretch pants!
Amy surveys the crowd for a moment as Justin makes her introduction.
Justin: Making her way to the ring! Hall of Fame Inductee! Former multi-time World Bombshell Champion! Bombshell Internet Champion! Bombshell Roulette Champion! And World Bombshell Tag Team Champion! AMY SANTINO!
She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and and waits for the introductions to start.
Simone: Amy Santino is here! Amy Santino is the surprise Guest Referee for the title versus title Main Event of Into the Void XV!
Lunam: Ah, this is brilliant! A Hall of Famer, a former multi-time champion, and a woman who isnae going to be bullied by Alexander Raven or Luna Pasilno! Look at Raven’s face!
Miles claps his hands with a broad grin, nodding respectfully toward Amy as she steps into position. Alexander Raven, by contrast, looks absolutely livid. His mouth opens as if to protest, his eyes cutting from Amy to Luna and back again, and his body language screams one clear thought. What the hell is this?
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is the Main Event of Into the Void XV! It is scheduled for one fall and it is Internet Champion versus World Heavyweight Champion! Winner take all!
The crowd erupts more loudly this time, the applause rolling through the arena as Justin turns toward Miles.
Justin: Introducing first! From Manchester, United Kingdom, currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds! He is the reigning and defending Internet Champion! MILES KASEY!
Miles steps onto the middle rope and raises both arms, soaking in the cheers. He points out into the crowd, then taps the Internet Championship around his waist before stepping down and turning toward Raven with a grin that is not as playful now. It is focused. Sharp. Ready.
Justin: And his opponent is accompanied to the ring by Luna Pasilno! From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! He is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion! ALEXANDERRRR RAVEN!
Luna applauds as if she is watching royalty receive a crown, while Raven slowly turns in place, sneering at the fans. He raises his arms, soaking in the boos like they are proof of his superiority. Miles unfastens the Internet Championship and hands it to Amy Santino, who takes it and holds it up for the crowd. Then Amy turns toward Raven and gestures for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Raven blinks innocently. He pats at his waist, then spreads his hands as if confused. Luna shrugs at ringside with theatrical innocence, earning a wave of boos.
Simone: Oh, come on. He knows exactly what he is doing. The World Heavyweight Champion has not brought the World Heavyweight Championship to the ring.
Lunam: And Amy Santino isnae impressed. Look at her! She’s asking for the belt, and Raven’s acting like he left his house keys in another pair of trousers!
Simone: The title is still on the line. Raven can play whatever game he wants, but he either wins this match or he leaves without the championship.
Amy passes the Internet title to the outside and steps between both men. She looks Raven dead in the eyes, then turns to Miles. Both men are ready. Amy calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The opening moment is electric, but Raven refuses to give Miles the satisfaction of a lockup. As soon as Miles takes a step forward, Raven drops through the ropes and rolls to the outside, smirking as he walks toward Luna. The fans boo loudly while Luna applauds him like he has just performed a masterstroke. Raven adjusts his wrist tape, circles the outside slowly, and points to his temple as if to say he is too smart for Miles. Inside the ring, Miles does not chase. He stands in the center, arms loose at his sides, eyes narrowed, letting Raven waste his own time.
Simone: Raven is stalling already. That is not surprising, but it is insulting in a match of this magnitude.
Lunam: It’s mind games, Belinda. Raven wants Miles angry, careless, and chasing shadows. The trouble is, Miles looks ready for it.
Amy begins her count as Raven wanders outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Raven slides in just long enough to break the count, then rolls right back out, drawing a fresh wave of boos. Luna laughs and brushes imaginary dust from his shoulders. Miles finally walks to the ropes and looks down at him, but does not leave the ring. Raven slowly climbs onto the apron, jawing at Miles, and then steps through the ropes. The two circle at last, and Raven leans in, saying something low enough that only Miles can hear. Whatever it is, it lands like a blade. Miles’s face changes instantly.
Miles explodes forward and tackles Raven into the corner, driving his shoulder into Raven’s midsection before unloading with furious forearms. Raven covers up as Miles hammers him again and again, the crowd roaring with every shot. Amy steps in and gives Miles a count, but Miles is so incensed that he keeps throwing until Amy physically wedges herself between them and pulls him back.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Miles stops before five, breathing hard, glaring past Amy at Raven, who is already sliding down in the corner with a wicked grin despite the damage done.
Lunam: Amy had to pull Miles off him! She’s not playing favorites here, not for a second!
Simone: Raven wanted to get under Miles’s skin, and he did it. The danger for Raven is that Miles Kasey may be even more dangerous angry than he is calm.
Miles pushes past the emotion and grabs Raven by the wrist, wrenching the arm and taking him down with an Arm Wrench Takedown. Raven rolls through, but Miles stays on him, twisting the arm again and snapping him to the mat with a Japanese Arm Drag. Raven pops up and rushes, but Miles catches him with another arm drag, then a crisp drop into a head grip mat slam that bounces Raven’s skull against the canvas. Miles covers quickly.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven scrambles out of the ring again, this time less smug and more shaken. Miles follows, and the match immediately turns into the fight everyone expected. Raven swings first with a brawling punch, but Miles blocks and fires back. He rocks Raven along the barricade with sharp forearms, then grabs him by the head and sends him spine-first into the steel barrier. The fans in the front row leap backward as Raven arches in pain. Miles keeps coming, seizes Raven by the wrist, and hurls him toward the announce table with enough force to send the champion crashing into the edge.
Simone and Lunam scatter from their chairs as the table rattles violently but does not break. Raven slumps against it, one hand clutching his ribs.
Simone: Miles just threw Raven into our table, and we felt every bit of that!
Lunam: The lad isnae here to wrestle a gentleman’s contest! He’s here for revenge, for pride, and for the richest prize in the game!
Miles pulls Raven away from the table and rolls him back toward the ring, but Raven suddenly rakes the eyes, then snaps a throat shot across the windpipe. Miles stumbles, and Raven shoves him hard into the apron. Miles tries to shake it off and charges as Raven staggers away, looking for a suicide dive as Raven circles the outside, but Luna moves like lightning. She grabs Raven by the arm and yanks him out of the path. Miles comes flying through the ropes and crashes shoulder-first and ribs-first into the barricade, folding on the floor in a heap.
Amy steps to the ropes, pointing at Luna and warning her immediately, but Luna raises her hands with a false innocence that makes the fans howl. Raven, sensing the opening, becomes surgical. He drags Miles up and drives him ribs-first into the apron, then does it again, each impact making Miles gasp. Raven traps Miles’s arm and shoulder against the ring post, twisting it around the steel before slamming a knee into the exposed ribs. Then he leans close, sneering down at him.
Raven: Heart does not win championships, Miles. Pain does.
Raven rolls Miles back into the ring and follows with deliberate cruelty. He drops a standing elbow across the ribs, then another, then cinches Miles into a grounded abdominal stretch while grinding an elbow into the damaged side. Miles grimaces, reaching for the ropes, but Raven shifts his weight and pulls him back toward the center. Amy checks with Miles, asking if he wants to quit, but Miles shakes his head fiercely.
Raven transitions into a Boston Crab, sitting deep into the hold and forcing Miles to push up through the pain in his ribs and lower back. The crowd claps, rallying behind the Internet Champion. Miles claws forward inch by inch, finally reaching the bottom rope. Amy calls for the break.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven releases at the last possible moment and backs away with a smirk.
Simone: Alexander Raven is picking Miles apart now. That crash into the barricade changed everything.
Lunam: Aye, and that was because of Luna! Let us not forget that. Raven didnae create that opening on his own. His wife dragged him out of danger.
Raven drags Miles to the apron and tries to hook him for something vicious, perhaps a DDT onto the hardest part of the ring. Miles blocks by grabbing the ropes. Raven knees him in the ribs and tries again, this time lifting like he wants a brainbuster on the apron. Miles kicks his legs, lands back down, and with a desperate burst, he turns his hips and backdrops Raven onto the apron. Raven lands hard, rolling off the edge and crashing to the floor as Miles collapses beside him, both men down outside the ring.
Amy starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Miles pulls himself up first and stalks Raven, but Raven sees him coming and backs around the corner. Luna steps in front of her husband, forcing Miles to stop short. Miles’s jaw clenches as Luna smirks up at him, clearly daring him to do something. Raven peeks over her shoulder, laughing, and Luna joins in, clapping mockingly inches from Miles’s face.
Simone: Raven is using Luna as a shield. How low can this man go?
Lunam: Lower, Belinda. Always lower! And Miles willnae put his hands on Luna, and Raven knows it!
That split second of restraint costs Miles. Raven darts from behind Luna and kicks Miles hard in the ribs, then grabs him and throws him shoulder-first into the steel steps. Miles crashes with a sickening thud, knocking the top half of the steps loose. Raven rolls into the ring and orders Amy to count, shouting that Miles does not belong in his world.
Amy looks disgusted but begins.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Luna stands over Miles, bending down with a cruel smile.
Luna: Your family gets to watch him end you.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Miles claws at the apron skirt, dragging himself up, his ribs burning, his shoulder hanging heavy.
EIGHT!
Raven paces inside the ring, impatient and furious that Miles is moving.
NINE!
Miles lunges onto the apron just as Raven charges across to knock him off. Miles lowers his shoulder through the ropes and buries it in Raven’s gut, then slingshots over the top with a sunset flip, folding Raven down tight.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The crowd erupts as Raven escapes, but Miles is suddenly alive again. Raven rises and charges, but Miles ducks under and drops him with a Backdrop Suplex. Raven rolls through in pain, and Miles follows with an Irish Hammer that cracks against the side of Raven’s head. Raven staggers into the corner. Miles charges, but Raven catches him with a boot, then distracts Amy by complaining about a closed fist. While Amy is forced to answer him, Luna reaches under the top turnbuckle pad and rips it loose, exposing the steel beneath.
Simone: Luna has exposed that turnbuckle! Amy did not see it!
Lunam: That woman is poison at ringside, absolute poison!
Raven grabs Miles and tries to send him face-first into the exposed steel, but Miles plants a foot on the middle buckle and elbows free. Raven stumbles back, and Miles jumps to the second rope, flying off with a Diving Crossbody.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Miles stays on him, mounting Raven with furious punches, the emotion flooding back. Raven covers up and twists beneath him, but Miles keeps pounding away, each shot driven by weeks of insults and venom. Amy steps in again, shouting for Miles to open the fists and break clean. Miles does not hear her at first, and Amy grabs him under the arm and physically pulls him off Raven. Miles spins, fuming, eyes wild for half a second, but when he sees Amy standing firm, he stops himself. He backs away, chest heaving.
Lunam: Amy Santino is not playing favorites! Miles may be the crowd favorite, but Amy will pull him off if he crosses the line!
Simone: That is why this surprise may be so important. Raven expected to manipulate the official. Amy is not someone who intimidates easily.
Raven uses the moment to recover. He catches Miles charging back in with a thrust kick to the ribs, then a Slingblade that spikes Miles into the canvas. Raven covers, hooking the leg and leaning all his weight into Miles’s damaged side.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven’s eyes narrow. He drags Miles up and hits a German Suplex, holding the waist and rolling through into a second. Miles fights the third, landing elbows, but Raven switches and throws him with an Exploder Suplex that sends Miles nearly across the ring. Raven crawls into another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven slaps the mat in frustration, then glares at Amy, but she holds up two fingers without hesitation. Raven shoves himself up and stalks Miles, lifting him by the hair. Miles suddenly springs with a Lung Blower, catching Raven under the chin and driving both knees into him. Raven bounces away. Miles climbs, slower than usual because of the ribs, and launches into a Moonsault. Raven moves, but Miles lands on his feet, staggers from the pain, turns, and gets blasted by a Shining Wizard.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Luna screams from ringside, demanding a faster count. Amy turns and warns her to stay quiet and stay out of the match. Raven uses the distraction to motion sharply. Luna slides into the ring behind Miles while Amy is checking Raven’s complaints. Miles turns and sees Luna. She slaps him hard across the face. The crowd gasps and boos. She tries a second slap, but Miles catches her wrist. He does not strike her. He only holds her there, anger flashing across his face.
Raven strikes from behind with a low blow, hidden perfectly from Amy’s view by Luna’s body. Miles doubles over, and Luna exits. Raven hooks both arms in a double hammerlock, then drives Miles down with The Kingslayer! The Double Hammerlock DDT plants Miles hard in the center of the ring. Raven covers as Amy turns back and drops into position.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The arena explodes. Raven sits up in complete disbelief, his hands gripping his hair as Miles rolls to his side, barely conscious but still alive.
Simone: Miles kicked out! Raven used Luna, Raven used the low blow, Raven hit The Kingslayer, and Miles Kasey still kicked out!
Lunam: That was three layers of robbery and Miles still said no! The man will not die tonight!
Raven gets in Amy’s face, shouting that it was three. Amy does not back down. She steps chest-to-chest with him, points to her own eyes, and then holds up two fingers again. Raven looks like he might do something foolish, but Luna screams for him to focus. Raven turns back to Miles and drags him up, but Miles suddenly catches him with a Standing Spanish Fly! Both men crash to the mat, and Miles drapes an arm over Raven.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The match descends into chaos. Raven rolls out and screams for Luna to get the belt. Luna grabs the Internet Championship from ringside and slides it into the ring. Raven snatches it up as Amy kneels beside Miles, checking his condition. Raven raises the championship, ready to smash it into Miles’s skull. Miles ducks at the last instant, and Raven nearly takes Amy’s head off. Raven freezes, stopping himself just in time. He turns around into a desperate Reverse Frankensteiner from Miles, spiking him down!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven barely survives, rolling under the ropes to the floor. Miles follows, fueled by instinct now. Raven, desperate and furious, clears the announce table, ripping monitors free and throwing papers aside. He drags Miles up onto the table, hooking the arms again as if he wants The Kingslayer right through the wood. Miles fights with everything he has. Luna grabs Miles’s ankle from below, trapping him just long enough for Raven to charge.
Miles moves.
Raven almost crashes directly into Luna, stopping himself at the last fraction of a second. He freezes, furious and shaken by how close he came. That hesitation is all Miles needs. Miles launches from the announce table with a huge spear, driving Raven off the table and through the barricade in a thunderous crash that sends fans scattering and the arena into a frenzy.
Simone: Miles just speared Alexander Raven through the barricade! Raven hesitated because of Luna, and Miles made him pay!
Lunam: Bodies through steel! Bodies through the barricade! That is the Main Event of Into the Void XV right there!
Amy checks on both men, then has no choice but to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Raven crawls from the wreckage first, using the broken barricade to pull himself up.
SEVEN!
Raven falls under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Miles is still outside, clutching his ribs, trying to breathe.
EIGHT!
Miles crawls to the apron, fingertips reaching.
NINE!
Miles dives under the bottom rope at the last possible second, and the crowd erupts again as Amy throws her hands out to show the match continues.
Both men stagger up. Raven, with one last burst of malice, grabs Miles and tries again to send him into the exposed turnbuckle. Miles stops short the first time, but Raven reverses him on the second attempt. Miles narrowly avoids it again, catching himself with both hands. Raven rushes from behind, but Miles drops low, and Raven’s momentum sends him face-first into the exposed steel. He staggers backward, dazed. Miles climbs, fighting through the ribs, and launches with the Reverse 450, crashing down across Raven’s body.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
The building nearly comes apart as Raven survives. Miles looks stunned, but there is no time to process it. He drags himself to the ropes, and as Raven lies down, Miles darts forward for another attack. Luna reaches in and grabs his ankle.
Simone: Luna interfered again! Again!
Miles snaps. He rolls out of the ring, grabs Luna around the waist, lifts her clean off her feet, and deposits her over the barricade on the other side. The fans roar with laughter and approval as Luna screams in outrage. Miles rolls back into the ring, but Luna starts climbing back over immediately.
Then someone stops her.
Helluva Bottom Carter appears from the crowd side and grabs Luna before she can get back into play. The arena erupts as Carter hauls Luna away from the barricade.
Lunam: It’s Carter! It’s Helluva Bottom Carter! Miles’s husband is here, and he’s had enough of Luna Pasilno!
Simone: Luna has interfered all night, and Carter just made sure she is no longer part of this match!
Carter throws Luna over his shoulder and runs toward the back, carrying her out of the equation while she kicks and screams. Inside the ring, Miles sees it and cannot help himself. He laughs, raises a hand, and waves.
Miles: Bye!
That split second nearly costs him. Raven rolls him up from behind, grabbing tights in a stolen pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Miles rolls through, catches Raven’s arm, and locks in the Asuka Lock in the center of the ring! Raven thrashes wildly, eyes wide, legs kicking, one arm trapped as Miles cinches it tighter.
Lunam: Miles has the Asuka Lock! He’s got it cinched in! We know where he learned that from!
Simone: Raven may have nowhere to go! Luna is gone! There is no one to save him now!
Raven claws at the canvas, reaching for ropes that are too far away. His hand rises, trembling. For one breathless moment, it looks like he might tap. Instead, Raven throws his weight backward, rolling over Miles and stacking his shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both men scramble up. Raven kicks Miles suspiciously low, enough to buckle him, but not enough for Amy to be certain. The crowd boos as Raven hauls Miles up, turning him into position for Raven's Spine, the running start into a Vertebreaker that could end everything. Raven starts forward, but Miles twists free in mid-motion, landing on his feet behind him. Raven turns.
Miles strikes with Double Edged Sword!
Raven staggers, rocked but not down. Miles grabs him again, every ounce of pain, pride, and fury pouring into one final movement.
Miles hits Hail To the Queen!
Raven crashes flat in the center of the ring. Miles covers, hooking both legs as Amy dives down.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The arena explodes as Miles rolls off Raven and lies flat on his back, staring up at the lights in disbelief. Amy points toward him, calling for the bell again while the fans roar louder and louder, the sound swelling until it feels like the entire building is shaking.
Simone: Miles has done it! Miles has done it! After all these years, after everything Raven threw at him, Miles Kasey is the World Heavyweight Champion!
Lunam: Two belts! Two belts, Belinda! The lad survived Luna, he survived Raven, he survived the low blow, The Kingslayer, the barricade, the exposed steel, all of it! Miles Kasey has conquered Alexander Raven!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, the Internet Champion and NEW World Heavyweight Champion, MILES KASEY!
Amy retrieves the Internet Championship and hands it to Miles, who sits up slowly, overwhelmed by the moment. She raises his arm to a massive positive response from the fans. Miles nods respectfully to Amy, then takes her hand and shakes it, earning another roar from the crowd. Amy steps back and lets the new champion have his moment.
Alexander Raven rolls to the outside in a broken heap, clutching his head and ribs as Luna returns from the aisle in a fury, screaming toward the ring at Carter and Miles. Carter slides inside and runs straight at Miles, jumping into his arms with his legs wrapped around Miles’s waist and his arms around Miles’s neck. Miles catches him despite the pain, laughing and holding him tight as the crowd erupts all over again.
Simone: That is the exact replay of when Carter won the title and Miles arrived to celebrate with him!
Lunam: Aye, and now Carter gets to return the favor! That is family, that is love, and that is what Raven tried to poison. It didnae work!
LJ Kasey arrives next, sliding into the ring and embracing Miles before he and Carter work together to hoist Miles onto their shoulders. Miles raises both arms high as fireworks begin to explode above the ring, gold and blue lights raining across the arena while the fans chant his name. The Internet Championship is placed in one hand, and Amy brings in the World Heavyweight Championship at last, having retrieved the physical title from ringside officials after the decision has been rendered. Miles lifts both belts high, battered and exhausted, but victorious beyond question.
Simone: What an event Into the Void XV has proven to be! What a Main Event we have just witnessed! Alexander Raven tried every trick, every shortcut, every cruel tactic, and Miles Kasey fought through it all!
Lunam: The 2026 ABruisement Park Tour has been a roaring success, and tonight it ends with history! Miles Kasey is Two Belts Miles! Internet Champion and World Heavyweight Champion! What a night, what a fight, what a champion!
Simone: Thank you, everyone, for joining us for Into the Void XV. We will see you on May 17 in Duluth, Minnesota, at the AMSOIL Arena!
Lunam: Good night, everybody! And long may Two Belts Miles reign!
The camera lingers on the celebration inside the ring. Carter and LJ keep Miles lifted high as he holds both championships above his head, fireworks still bursting overhead while Raven and Luna retreat in humiliation. The final shot is Miles Kasey, face bruised, body battered, but smiling through the pain as the crowd stands and cheers the new World Heavyweight Champion.
The screen fades to credits.
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