While Logan won his match against Liam Davis he faced the humiliation of having to wrestle under the guise of Ken from the Barbie franchise while the Shields Sisters were dressed as Barbie, complete with the Barbie Girl theme song! But on the same night Logan was confirmed to be Vincent Lyons Jr.’s first challenger for the Roulette Title in 2026 as the two rivals will face off at Inception VIII, one year removed from Logan’s PPV Debut! The last time Logan challenged for the Roulette Title on PPV in a one on one match was when he challenged Aidan Reynolds for the title at Into the Void, winning the title in the process but after losing the title in controversial circumstances he has been desperate to get the title back.
However he first had to contend with the Irish Newcomer Ciaran Doyle in singles action in this week’s opening match! Ciaran had debuted at the start of the cycle by picking up the win over the returning Brayden Williams only to lose to Aidan in his second match with the company and with a furious Logan staring him down one had to wonder who Ciaran had pissed off in the leadup to this match! Can Logan get the win?
Logan’s hotel room, Colorado Springs, Colorado
Sunday the 7th of December 2025, 20:00pm
I have NEVER been more insulted in my life!
I am a serious competitor! I go out there to hurt people and I am good at it! But to be reduced to a doll because of Brooke’s stubbornness?!
And that song! That blasted song! We stormed out of the arena and went back to our hotel room immediately after the match with Liam concluded and now? That infernal beat refuses to leave my head!
At least next week can’t get any worse!
”This cannot go on much longer Brooke!” I grunted to my girlfriend as I threw the Ken outfit in the trash, Brooke had just discarded the blonde wig that she had been forced to wear as part of her Barbie get up and was not happy. ”When will you apologize to Pussy Willow?!”
”I’m not the one who needs to apologize! It’s Pussy who needs to apologize!” Brooke insisted as she folded her arms, at that point I removed my top and moved closer to her as she sat on the bed. ”If Pussy was good at her job we wouldn’t be in this mess! Now give me some personal space while I get this mini dress off!”
Brooke removed the dress in one motion and got on the floor in front of me to get her stockings off easier, in other words? She was wearing nothing but her lingerie and kneeling in front of my crotch, looking up at me to boot, when Marissa used her keycard to enter the room. ”So Evelynn wants to know when we’re going too…………..” Marissa trailed off as she saw the scene in front of her, she had already gotten changed and discarded the wig in her room which was right next to ours. ”Do you want me to come back in what? Ten seconds? Five seconds?”
”Shut the fuck up sis! We were getting changed out of those god awful outfits!” Brooke snapped at her older sister before getting back on the bed. ”And no! We’re not going back to the arena! We’re not even staying for breakfast in the morning!”
”Suit yourselves! I thought we rocked the look!” Marissa responded with a grin as she leaned against the door frame. ”Oh and Evelynn told me two other things: One: Logan? You’re in next week’s opener match against the Irish guy who just debuted for the company, Ciaran Doyle?”
”An Irish lamb to the slaughter!” I exclaimed as I made a fist with my hand. ”What was the other thing?”
”You’re first PPV Match of 2026 has been officially signed.” Marissa responded as she folded her arms with a knowing smirk. ”And t’s you’re your first title match of 2026!”
”Against who?!” I demanded as I marched up to the beautiful brunette woman, Brooke meanwhile was taking this opportunity to finish getting changed into her day clothes. ”Kasey? Carter? Lyons?! TELL ME!”
”You know patience is a virtue, right?” Marissa asked as she brushed some hair over her shoulder. ”It’s a one on one match against Vincent, and yes, it’s for the Roulette Title!”
”Finally!” I exclaimed as I stepped back into the room. ”The great injustice of 2025 will be avenged!”
”Hold on! Why the hell is Evelyn contacting you instead of me?! I’ve been Logan’s manager since day one, I won Manager of the Year in my rookie year!” Brooke demanded as she glared at me. ”You only just got your manager’s license AND had your first match as Logan’s manager! She should be contacting me first!”
”Simple! Evelyn likes me a hell of a lot more than she likes either of you.” Marissa responded with a smirk and Brooke rolled her eyes. ”So! Usual post show schedule?”
”Indeed!” I responded before Marissa left, closing the door behind her.
Logan and Brooke’s Home Gym. Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 10th of December 2025, 14:00pm
The last few days have been tiring! To say nothing of the twitter poll Marissa put up after Climax Control went off the air on Sunday.
Still, there’s one more week until the final show of the year: the Climax Control Christmas Special, this week’s show is the penultimate one of the year, surely I won’t have to endure any humiliation this week.
”Just two more shows!” I said as I punched away at the punching bag while Brooke held it steady, Marissa was standing by with Aolfie, Brooke’s Irish Wolfhound, at her side and patting the dog on the head, ”Then this accursed year will finally be over!”
”Uh huh.” Marissa muttered as she glanced up from her phone at us. ”And by the way? That twitter poll is still going and sitting pretty at six votes, you two remain the only ones who voted no.”
”You can’t prove that we voted on that stupid thing!” Brooke insisted as she turned her gaze towards her older sister. ”For one thing twitter doesn’t show you who votes for what!”
”You’re right, it doesn’t.” Marissa responded with a grin as she gave us both a pointed look. ”But who else would have the motivation to vote No to being awakened by the sweet melodies on 90s Eurodance?”
”…………damn it! She has a point!” I grunted in realization as Marissa’s words set in. ”But know this: the moment you set our alarm clock to Barbie Girl is the moment that alarm clock gets thrown in the backyard pool!”
”And you’re giving me a reason to go swimming in December?” Marissa asked mockingly as she pun a hand over her heart. ”How sweet of you!”
”Don’t push it!” I snapped at her as I turned to the older of the two twins. ”I do not need that distraction heading into my next match!”
”A match you’re going to be ill-prepared for if you don’t keep training!” Brooke interjected as she folded her arms. ”And you’re not helping sis!”
”I know!” Marissa responded simply before returning to her twitter feed.
Logan and Brooke’s Home Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 10th of December 2025, 21:00pm
*promo time*
As me and Brooke got ready to cut one of our final promos of the year we both had one thing in mind.
”My destiny is at hand!” I proclaimed as I made a fist. ”I have been kept away from the Roulette Division for too long and at Inception VIII that title will be mine again! And in the meantime I have received an early Christmas gift in the form of a lamb to the slaughter, someone new to Sin City Wrestling who will face me in Sunday Night’s opening match.
Trust me Ciaran, when I have done with you the atrocities I will have committed will be comparable to the Irish Potato Famine!” I declared as I made a slit throat motion with my hand. ”You are naught but a stepping stone between me and my future greatness! And this Sunday I will step over you!”
Brooke then stepped forward.
”I don’t know you Ciaran and quite frankly? I don’t give a shit! I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Logan has been on a roll as of late! Wins over Ryan Keys, Justin Smith and just this past week Liam Davis but sure, think for a second that your dance background will save you on Sunday!” Brooke stated as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”I mean really, your one win in SCW so far was over Brayden Williams and you THINK you can take on my man?!
Puh-lease!” Brooke added mockingly as she rolled her eyes. ”I’m a former dancer myself babe and let me tell you, your dance moves ain’t worth shit! This Sunday I’ll show you what real dance moves are all about right before Logan gets to work!”
I stepped forward again.
”This is not a match, it is a warm up ahead of my title match in the New Year and believe me fool, I will enjoy turning you into my punching bag!” I added as I folded my arms. ”Ireland will weep when I am through with you Ciaran! That much I can guarantee and there’s no amount of lucky charms that will save you from my wrath!”
Brooke stepped forward again.
”You know what Google told me about your first name Ciaran? That it translates to “Little Dark One” or “Black Haired One” when translated from Gaelic! First off, if anyone’s the dark one? It’s Logan!” Brooke stated as she pointed to me. ”And second? Your suffering will end when Logan wills it! Until then? You can curse the name f whoever booked this match because they clearly don’t like you Ciaran!”
It's that simple.
”And once I am done with you on Sunday night I will set my sights on my ultimate goal for 2026!” I added as I smirked sadistically. ”Winning my second championship in SCW and with my first match of 2026 being contested for the SCW Roulette Title between myself and Vincent? It’s only a matter of time before I make that a reality!”
And with that I decided to wrap things up.
”In my grand career Ciaran you will be remembered as nothing more than a foot note: the man Logan Hunter vanquished before setting his sights on the Roulette Championship.” I closed my eyes for a moment before glaring at the camera. ”So it has been written, so it has been foretold! Woe to the vanquished, for the lives of sacrificial lambs will not be mourned and woe be to Ciaran Doyle! Ciaran? I COMMAND THEE KNEEL! YOU ARE THE FINAL STEP BEFORE I RECLAIM MY THRONE! And as I ascend to championship glory? You will embrace oblivion as you plummet towards it!”
Brooke turned off the camera as the scene fades.
