The lights drop to black. A low hum rolls across the Tucson Convention Center like the sound of a gathering storm! The camera pans over a sea of fans, more than ten thousand and every one of them on their feet, exited beyond belief! As the hum builds to a roar, a single golden spotlight cuts through the darkness and lands on the brand-new stage!
A countdown flashes across the giant LED screen.
An explosion of fireworks blasts into the rafters, showering the crowd in dazzling sparks! Pyro cannons along the ramp fire in perfect sync! The crowd erupts as the camera sweeps through the crowd, catching signs waving high!
Unbreakable Means Unstoppable!
The camera pulls back to reveal the new stage design, a sweeping arch of gold-trimmed panels shaped like the edges of a poker hand, each one shimmering with animated cards and roulette wheels.! The ramp glows with LED veins that pulse like a heartbeat, leading straight to the crown jewel of the night … the six-sided SCW ring, showcased beneath the spotlights.
For the first time ever, it’s dressed like royalty with a purple canvas, gold turnbuckles, and metallic ropes. The SCW emblem in the center is embossed and golden!
Fly High, Kasey! Miles Above the Rest!
6-Time Queen Loading!
Nevermore? Try Forever Raven!
It’s a Helluva Night 2B Fab!
Reynolds: The Real Main Event!
Cassie Howls, The Division Trembles!
Victoria = Vicious + Delicious!
And many, many more!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
The camera then transitions to a black and gold stage trimmed in deep crimson, flanked by banners bearing the Sin City Wrestling crest. The audience’s applause swells as the camera centers on a tall, polished podium crowned with the Hall of Fame logo.
Standing behind it, dressed to perfection, is SCW Owner Christian Underwood. He wears a finely tailored black tuxedo with a silver vest and a matching tie. His expression carries both pride and nostalgia as he surveys the crowd before speaking.
Christian: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Sin City Wrestling’s High Stakes XV! And more importantly, welcome to one of the most prestigious and heartfelt moments of the year! Our Hall of Fame Ceremony, Class of 2025!
The crowd roars, applause echoing off the rafters! Christian smiles, letting the energy wash over everyone in attendance.
Christian: Tonight, we honor those who’ve not only given everything to this company inside the ring but who’ve helped shape the very soul of SCW. And to help us begin this year’s ceremony, it’s my privilege to introduce someone who knows exactly what it means to stand on this stage. A Hall of Famer in her own right, from the Class of 2022.
He gestures toward the curtain, the fans already cheering in anticipation!
Christian: Please welcome Jessie Salco!
The crowd erupts as the lights shift to the entranceway. Jessie Salco steps up to the podium with her speech in hand, ready to induct a longtime friend into the SCW Hall of Fame.
Jessie: When Josh told me that he was finally getting inducted into the SCW Hall of Fame, I had two reactions, the first? It’s about damn time!
The crowd laughs as Jessie shakes her head.
Jessie: I mean seriously, he was hosting this thing when I was inducted in 2022! As for my other reaction? Honestly I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say, Amy told me after she inducted me that it was one of the hardest things she’s ever written and now I’m here doing the same for Joshua Acquin.
The crowd pops at the mention of Josh’s name.
Jessie: Josh was one of the mist consistently reliable guys on SCW’s roster in the mid to late 2010s, never complained, always gave it his all, in SCW he held the Tag Team Championships with Steve Ramone and Steve, off course, was my favourite wrestler of all time until he Superkicked a microphone into my husband’s jaw but hey, I won’t hold that against Josh! In SCU he achieved his greatest success as an active singles wrestler but in his current role as one of SCW’s top managers that his legacy really took off.
Jessie motions to the back.
Jessie: And honestly? I can’t do this justice by myself, no pun intended, Harper, Cassie, come out here girls.
Harper Mason and Cassie Wolfe, collectively known as Young Justice step out with big grins on their faces and Jessie steps aside to let them speak.
Harper: I was doing great before I took on Josh as my manager but ever since he took over from Jessie? I’ve learned so much from him and he’s done so much for me in the past two years that I almost forgot that Jessie was initially my manager!
Jessie shows mock offence at this.
Harper: It’s thanks to his teachings that I dethroned Victoria Lyons at Summer XXXTreme and I am only going up from here!
Cassie: I’ll admit, I was reluctant to take on Josh as my manager at first but after everything I’ve learned from him over the past year? I know I made the right choice by signing him on!
Cassie grins.
Cassie: Sure I’ve probably given him more than his fair share of headaches with my antics including being the first wrestler to cut a promo inside a volcano but it was all worth it!
Jessie steps up to the podium again.
Jessie: So without further ado, please welcome your SCW Hall of Fame inductee………….
Jessie, Harper and Cassie: JOSHUA ACQUIN!
The Purge siren hits the PA system as a masked wrestler wearing a Gold GRIME mask comes out to the stage. The person walks onto the stage bends at the waist as they loosen the mask from their head. Then the lights go out and Nightmare hits the PA as Joshua is seen holding the Gold mask in his hand as his wife and daughter join him.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome from Las Vegas Nevada. Two time SCW Tag Team Champion. SCU Uncensored TV Champion and GRIME Champion and SCW Class of 2025 Hall of Famer…JOSHUA ACQUIN.
He hands the mask to his daughter as he gives her a hug and his wife as well as the trio on stage that introduced him.
Joshua: Thank you Jessie, Harper, and Cassie. I came to SCW in a time in my career where one company shut down and I was looking for a place. SCW welcomed me with open arms and even when I left to go back to the company I came from when it closed again, I was welcomed back. I came back and shocked SCW at Blaze of Glory 3 where I was able to pick any wrestler to be my tag partner to face Jon Dough and Frost. People were shocked when I picked one half of the then current tag champion and won the gold. What people don’t know is that I was looking far and wide before talking to Frost. Because I didn’t want to break up the tag team I was going to face but decided to choose Frost. Now that rein lasted only I think it was 55ish days. I also teamed to get gold with Steve Ramone. Now that was the only gold I got in SCW was two time tag team champion with two different partners. I would try to break into singles in SCW and would come up short, unlike Harper and soon to be champion Cass.
Joshua pauses to let the crowd cheer for the two he manages.
Joshua: After I came to terms with not winning a singles championship, I decided to test new members that came into SCW to make sure they were good to go here in SCW. That is where I came up with the mantra of I don’t care about gold as long as the fans enjoyed my matches because they came to watch the show. I did have my chances at winning championships but I came up short so I know what it feels like even though I know Cass and Harp probably roll their eyes when I tell them. I don’t know of a better place for me then here in SCW as my home. Chris and Mark have put up with a lot from me. Chris even more so when I was part of HSI when that was a thing. Some stuff is right up the same vein as what Cass is doing. I would challenge Chris and Mark to make a change and to their credit they stood their ground and I also got put into my place so to say. There was when I went and helped SCU and also was part of GRIME and I became the biggest champion they had in terms of defences and length and also a unification match for the championship I held. Now I know I didn’t end with the championship around my waist when it shut down but my name is in the SCU record books for what I did there. I went there as someone who would be scouting for talent for SCW to see if they were ready. After SCU closed I debated on keeping it open and running it myself. After that I took time for myself.
Joshua pauses before continuing.
Joshua: In that time away I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss being around the ring. I missed everything about SCW. The fans, my fellow wrestlers, the crew, and the management; yes even Chris. I will say that when I came back and Jess asked me to fill in to be Harper’s manager I was scared to do this. I know I can train and manage, I was scared that something would happen to Harper. I have my close group of friends here in SCW. I consider them my brothers and sisters, Jess is one of those and for her to entrust Harper to me, I didn’t want to let her down. Then Cass came along and as hard as the two of them try to get me to match what they wear to the ring to be part of The Young Justice League, I have to remind them that I am far from young. The role of a manager I take very seriously, the two of them just have to train and show up for the event. I book everything for them. Some people may question me doing this but just like in the ring I give it my all and they are like family to me, which I know both will complain when I am around and guys are afraid to approach because of me. I will say this again I see them as my little sisters, remember I am married, my wife is here with me and joined me here along with my daughter. But my personal life I try to keep as private as I can hence the reason people don’t know I am married or who my wife is.
Joshua pauses again to let the crowd react to what was said.
Joshua: I was also afraid that if I became a manager I would get involved in matches. Now I know I have to a degree. I still have one more issue with Crystal, that was a good chair shot and sure your bank account is lighter due to it but one thing remains…I will get my payback for this shot. It will not be me personally as I am aware of the rules in SCW. Sleep with one eye open.
Joshua waits for the crowd to calm down.
Joshua: Anyway I did get the bug to come back into the ring, not in SCW…yet. But managing Jess in Wrestle League. Last season I got back into the ring and it felt great, took Jess by surprise because she thought I would be her manager again. But I will say I had fun and even got a match with two fellow Hall of Famers in Amy and Jess. If I didn’t say as well as Ms. Steele I am sure I would hear about it. Will I be back in the SCW ring as a wrestler? Right now I am comfortable being a manager, but if the right opponent came up I might think of it.
The crowd cheers as Joshua steps away from the stand and back to it.
Joshua: Let me finish this speech up. I want to thank God for this first and foremost. Mark Ward thank you for being a good friend and mentor. Amy and Jess thank you for being there when needed and for being my board to bounce ideas off of as well as letting me vent. Also being some part of your tag team slash group slash sub group as the Hell Raisers. Thank you Harper and Cassie for keeping me on my toes and even through the eye rolls and deep sighs when I give, the back in my day. Also I have to add this since I didn’t know that I meant so much to you Harper and Cass. But Jessie I will tell you this I maybe the better manager but I will say this much you are the better wrestler. To each and every fan of SCW thank you. To the many wrestlers I have faced in both SCW and SCU thank you for the great matches and helping me grow. I know I could keep going on but to those that I missed it is not on purpose just that I have had a little over two months to write this and it is very hard because I am trying to keep it together as I wrote and rewrote let dust settle on this that some would get left out. Oh and the last thank you is to Chris and I was not saving the best for last…just have to get one more jab in Chris. Last thing after High Stakes open bar on my tab at Cobra Arcade Bar.
The crowd cheers as Joshua shakes the hand of Christian Underwood and is then escorted from the stage by Jessie, Harper and Cassie Wolfe!
The camera remains fixed on the Hall of Fame stage as the cheers for Christian Underwood gradually settle into an expectant hush. Christian glances toward the audience, his smile softening as he adjusts the microphone slightly.
Christian: I have been asked to introduce our next member of the Class of 2025. And to be honest, this one feels long overdue. To say that she is special is an understatement that even the greatest of poets and authors would struggle to put into proper words.
He pauses, letting the words carry.
Christian: She is a Bombshell who has long since earned her place among the elite. Whether she was known as Kate Steele or Diamond Steele, there was never any doubt. She was, and is, a cut above the rest.
Applause ripples through the crowd as a smile tugs at Christian’s lips.
Christian: She made her debut over a decade ago, and in 2016 she captured her very first championship here in Sin City Wrestling, the first of many to come. From there, she built a legacy of gold. A two-time Roulette Champion, a two-time Internet Champion, and I’ll tell you this right now! One day, the big one will be hers. Mark my words. Someday she will stand atop that mountain as World Bombshell Champion!
He rests a hand over the podium, speaking now with genuine admiration.
Christian: Inside that ring, Kate was a storm of talent. Sharp, fearless, relentless, and never afraid to say exactly what she thought. On the microphone, she could slice through anyone with pure charisma and conviction. Whether you loved her or hated her, you listened when Diamond Steele spoke!
The crowd cheers louder!
Christian: And yet, behind the spotlight and the fire, she has always been one of the kindest souls in this business. Even when the fans booed her inside the ring, outside of it she never turned anyone away. Every autograph, every picture, every handshake … she stayed until the last fan left with a smile. That’s who she is.
He straightens his jacket, the pride evident in his eyes.
Christian: So tonight, it is my honor, on behalf of Sin City Wrestling, and every Bombshell she’s inspired along the way, to officially welcome her into the SCW Hall of Fame, Class of 2025!
He gestures toward the stage entrance, his voice rising in triumph.
Christian: Please join me in celebrating Kate ‘Diamond’ Steele!
The crowd is all cheers as “The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy begins to play all across the arena. Kate Steele smiles as she walks out onto the stage wearing a black dress that shows off her curvy figure. She blows kisses out to the crowd and welcomes everybody with a slight wave as she slowly walks over to the podium. She has tears in her eyes as she begins to speak.
Kate: Wow, I am honestly honored by all of your wonderful cheers. I am very ecstatic to be here in this moment, and to be honest this means the world to me. I know that we have had a mixed relationship over the years but I am truly grateful be standing up here in this moment. I want to personally thank Christian Underwood for this wonderful opportunity, and I need to go even further and am grateful for my fellow countryman Mark Ward for taking a shot on this petite British girl from England. I feel it has been a real roller coaster of being here in SCW. It all started with me pouring out everything into that ring and developing into the star that I am today as the Roulette Champion.
Kate smirks as the crowd applauds in return, and she nods her head as she continues to speak.
Kate: I would have never thought that my first title would have meant so much to me. Not only did I make that title my own but the very moment I won it is the moment that my reign would go on to shatter the record. I beat some tough competition during that first title reign, and it involved proving my worth over women such as Jessie Salco, and Roxi Johnson.
The crowd claps excitedly and Kate just laughs as she looks around.
Kate: Damn I don’t even know how I did it myself, but you bet your ass I defended that title and I definitely was the best of the best. I appreciate Roxi Johnson so much but can I be honest with you all?! I don’t even know how I was able to take her down. The Roulette was the only thing in her way of becoming a Grand Slam Champion at the time and she came at me with everything she had. It was by the skin of my teeth that I managed to beat her! That just shows everyone that I was ready for this business though. After that came me pushing myself to the limit and going on to win the Internet Championship. Now the Internet Championship is what helped further define me into who I would eventually become. I was able to flesh out my wrestling ability. I fought some tough competition such as Evie Jordan, Melody Grace who I ended up becoming super close with, and in that second Internet Championship reign I was able to tie the record and I held that title with everything I had until I bet Myra Rivers…
Kate nods her head as she continues to speak.
Kate: A lot of people might have an opinion about Myra but I respect her ability. Honestly the way she wrestles and what she poured into the ring at her age is honestly where I see myself at. I learned so much from her and it was just awesome being able to step into the ring with her. I am also appreciative to meet friends in this business such as Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall who at one point let me into the Metal and Punk connection. Jessie and I fought so much over the year by damn it we definitely we put the love of heavy metal onto the map, and I can’t talk about music without appreciating Griffin Hawkins. He made me the first female member of Devilition and it’s something that I still to this very day as the rhythm guitarist for his band. I love him so much and I wouldn’t be the girl that I am today without hanging out with him, Chester, Mongo, Chip and the rest of the boys. I love you guys and you know I will always eat all of those fruity pebbles in the tour bus. I am the cereal eating culprit! Also speaking of music I have to think my girls, my family the Gemstones for getting me here. Ruby or should I say Prudence Steele-Pierce thank you for being my favorite cousin! Sapphire who is Phoebe Steele thank you for being a supportive younger sibling. Emerald Penelope Mcadams you are the best drummer ever girl. I love you all.
The crowd applauds even more as Diamond nods her head and speaks some more.
Kate: I want to thank Kristopher Ryans and Jet City South for making me a teacher and putting me into a position where I can pave the next generation of talent. I also want to say thank you to Courtney Pierce for being my favorite in-law I love how you treat Ruby and never change who you are. I also want to say thank you to my ex-husband Teddy Warren. I enjoyed winning tag team gold with you and you are an amazing wrestler. I do believe there is something that both of us have to do in this company so we can become grand slam champions. We are both missing a World Championship on our resume. Last but not least I want to say to my loving daughter Juliet thank you for being my inspiration. You are the reason why I stand here. To the rest of the class enjoy being enshrined in history. It has been a real pleasure SCW and let’s continue to make even more history. I love you SCW!!!!!
Kate blows kisses to the crowd as they all begin to chant Kate Steele as loud as they can as she walks off of the stage and goes elsewhere.
The camera fades back to the Hall of Fame stage, where Christian Underwood once again stands proudly behind the podium. The applause for Kate Diamond Steele is still echoing through the crowd, and Christian allows the moment to breathe before lifting the microphone once more. His voice carries the weight of sentiment and excitement in equal measure.
Christian: Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to introduce the final inductee into the 2025 SCW Hall of Fame.
A murmur of anticipation ripples through the audience. Christian takes a breath, his eyes softening.
Christian: But before we do, I want to bring out someone very special.
He leans slightly closer to the microphone, his voice growing more personal.
Christian: This next guest may just be the only person in SCW history who managed to break down the walls, at least a little bit, around our honoree. Someone whose laughter could light up any locker room and whose heart has always been as big as her smile.
The crowd begins to react, recognizing the description.
Christian: She is a former Bombshell Roulette Champion, a fan favorite, and one of the most genuine people this company has ever had the privilege to call family. SCW has missed her dearly inside the ring, but her spirit never truly left us.
He lifts his free hand toward the stage entrance, his voice booming with pride.
Christian: Please welcome, Bobbie Dahl!
A glammed out Bobbie Dahl steps up to the podium, placing a hand on each side. Dressed in a gold sequenced gown with sleeves that sit just off the shoulder, she looks around the crowd with a smile on her face.
Bobbie: If you had asked me earlier this year, if I ever saw myself standing at this podium for the Hall of Fame, I’d probably laugh in your face. The Hall of Fame is an honor that most of us who get into this business hope to achieve some day, because their name will forever be etched into the SCW record books, even with all of their other accomplishments. There is just something about the Hall of Fame that I think some might say they’d rather have that than any title win in their career.
She pauses for a moment and smiles again.
Bobbie: Now tonight, it’s not about me. And I have to admit, I was quite surprised when I received the phone call from Jack Washington asking me to induct him into the Hall of Fame. For those who might not remember, Jack and I were teamed together in the Blast From The Past Tournament a couple years ago. It was an oddball pairing, yes, but that is what the tournament was then. Jack and I have two completely different personalities and it’s no secret we clashed a lot while we were teamed together. But under that oh so serious and tough skin and demeanor he always put on, I did get to see a side of Jack that not many people probably did. And no I’m not talking about the time I might have accidentally walked in his locker room while he was changing…
This manages to get a loud round of laughter from everyone, and Bobbie chuckles and shrugs innocently.
Bobbie: I’m talking about the Jack Washington that as cocky and arrogant as he came across all of the time, he was able to back up his words and go into each and every match determined to give it nothing less than one hundred percent. He fought for everything he won, and I’m just sorry that I couldn’t do my part in helping him add Blast From The Past Champion to his achievements. Achievements that include not only being a two time Internet Champion, but a two-time World Heavyweight Champion.
She pauses again as the crowd applauds and she nods her head.
Bobbie: And I have no doubt that if Jack really wanted, those achievements would only add up. And deservedly so. So without further adieu, it is my great honor to introduce to you all, my friend for life-though he may argue that…
More laughter.
Bobbie: And now a welcome member of the Sin City Wrestling Hall of Fame in the Class of 2025….Jack Washington!!
Wasted by Panic Era begins and after a few moments, Jack Washington does in fact emerge in the flesh. He raises his arms, and there is some cheers, some boos, not that Jack really seems to care about that. He walks up to Bobbi, who he looks at, and then brushes past her for a moment to reach the podium. He stops short though, sighs and turns and gives Bobbi a hug. He then stands at the podium, looking out to the audience as his music dies down.
Jack: Thank you. And thank you Bobbie, because I know there’s a lot of people who would not do this for me, and with good reason.
Laughs.
Jack: But look, I’m not here to give some shameless suck ass acceptance speech. I was brought up tough, my life hasn’t always been great, but I did what needed to be done. I take pride in the fact that I didn’t lie to you. Each time I went out there, I was 100% me. That rubbed most of you the wrong way, and that’s okay. But dammit, that’s who I am, and I can’t be anyone different.
Applause.
Jack: Was I an asshole? You’re damn right. But I know you all would rather have an out front asshole, then one that smiles in your face and stabs you in the back. And that’s not me. I did my best, and it turns out I was pretty damn good at this. I came here with the intention to reach the top, and that’s what I did. And I am proud of that fact.
Applause.
Jack: It takes a lot to become the world champion anywhere, and I was able to do that. I had the sole intention of doing this, making some money and just living my life. I was able to do that, but I did meet some…decent people along the way who made this a little bit more enjoyable. You know who you are, and I appreciate what you did for me.
Applause.
Jack: The point of this is, I did this and I’m very happy and proud to be recognized. I had some great matches, I had some great opponents, and I will need Alexander Raven to keep my name out of his mouth or I will be back. And you don’t want that. For now, I’m happy, I’m content and I can sit here with my head held high and say I was one of the best to ever do this. I appreciate this honor and this gesture. I’m out. Thank you.
With that, Jack walks back from the podium accepting his hall of fame award and his music plays again before he leaves.
The audience is on their feet, the cheers thunderous and unrelenting. Flashbulbs pop from every direction, capturing the smiles, the embraces, and the tears of gratitude. Gold and silver confetti begins to fall from the rafters, shimmering in the spotlight as it rains down over the inductees.
Christian raises his microphone one final time.
Christian: Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up one more time for your Sin City Wrestling Hall of Fame Class of 2025!
The ovation swells even louder, shaking the very foundations of the arena. The inductees raise their plaques high, waving to the fans who’ve stood by them through every match, every moment, every memory.
The camera returns to the six-sided ring where ring announcer Justin Decent is standing amidst the ceremony. Justin is dressed to impress in black formal slacks, a deep violet blazer with gold trim hugging his body, and polished black boots. His chest is bare beneath the open blazer, showing off tanned skin. He raises the mic…
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Wrestling fans of all ages around the world! Welcome to Tucson, Arizona! Welcome to the Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling! This is High Stakes XV!
A massive burst of gold pyro erupts from the stage behind him! The crowd goes wild as Justin lifts the mic again.
Justin: And now, Tucson, it is my pleasure to introduce to you the woman who makes every SCW night a little brighter, a little sassier, and a whole lot more sinful! Your Mistress of Ceremonies! The Hostess with the Mostess herself, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The lights pivot instantly toward the stage as the opening bars of a jazzy swing number hit the speakers. The curtain parts, and Amanda Hugginkiss makes her entrance, strutting into the spotlight like she owns it. She is wrapped in a floor-length sequined gown of midnight purple with gold accents.
She remains on the stage, one hand on her hip, waving dramatically to the roaring audience.
Amanda: Helloooooo, Tucson!
The crowd responds with whistles and cheers!
Amanda: Oh, look at you all! I haven’t seen this many handsome faces in one room since the afterparty at High Stakes XIV!
The audience laughs as she glances toward ringside, spotting a fan holding a MARRY ME, AMANDA! sign.
Amanda: Oh honey, that’s adorable! But judging by that haircut, I think I’d have to be drunker than a cactus in July to say yes.
The fans burst into laughter, the camera catching the poor man blushing red as his friends nudge him and howl. Amanda points to another fan in the front row, a young man in a gold SCW shirt flexing for the camera.
Amanda: But you, sweetheart, you can meet me backstage later and we’ll discuss your contract renewal.
The audience erupts, wolf-whistles echoing through the arena.
Amanda: Now, now, before we get this wild, unpredictable, absolutely fabulous night rolling, I think it’s only right that we start with a little entertainment, don’t you?
The crowd roars in approval, clapping and chanting her name.
Amanda: Good! Because I’ve been dying to do this one! Tucson, this is for you!
The lights dim, the music shifts to a sultry beat, and the spotlight narrows on Amanda as she steps to the edge of the stage, mic in hand…
Amanda: Ohhh, Tucson, Arizona! Turn those spotlights up, baby!
It’s the biggest night of the year, and mama didn’t glue these lashes on for free!
Welcome to High Stakes XV!
Where the ropes are gold, the men are oiled,
and I’m about to cash in my fabulous!
The pyro’s poppin’, the crowd’s insane,
I see glitter, sweat, and questionable spray tan again.
Justin Decent’s shirtless, Lord have mercy,
That man’s more bronzed than my contour at 9:30!
Amanda’s on stage in sequins divine,
She said hold my martini, honey, it’s showtime!
We got drama, glamour, muscle and flair,
Somebody’s wig’s about to go flyin’ through the air!
From the six-sided ring to the backroom brawl,
I’m ready to see someone lose their extensions and all!
It’s High Heels and High Stakes, baby, let’s play!
The lights are hot and the crowd screams Slay!
From Tucson to the cosmos, this queen’s on parade,
It’s rhinestones, ring ropes, and a full beat of shade!
High Heels and High Stakes, get outta my way!
The boys in the back all flex and preen,
But I’m the real main event, if you know what I mean.
You’ve got your ladders, cages, chaos and fights,
I’ve got lashes so long they count as weapons of delight!
They’re dropping elbows, I’m dropping jaws,
I’m the only one who pins ‘em with applause!
The ref’s confused, the crowd’s gone wild,
Someone’s tights just split, oh honey, that’s style!
I came to shimmer, not to hide,
And if I slip in these heels, I’ll make it look bride!
It’s High Heels and High Stakes, don’t be shy!
When the pyro pops, baby, so do I!
From slaps to suplexes, glam all the way,
This is drag and danger served à la valet!
High Heels and High Stakes, it’s payday, bye!
Oh honey, this is the Grand Prix of Glam!
Forget Vegas, forget Paris, this ring’s my runway!
And just like my tuck
Tight, flawless, and full of surprises!
High Heels and High Stakes, it’s our night!
We sparkle, we suplex, we own the spotlight!
Purple ropes, gold dreams, and fabulous fights,
We’re living legends in sequins tonight!
Yeah, it’s High Heels and High Stakes,
Where the queens rule the ring
And Tucson takes the crown tonight!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a title to win
and a wrestler to flirt with.
Let’s make it messy, let’s make it loud
’Cause baby, at High Stakes XV, we don’t wrestle
We WERK!
As the final notes of Amanda’s show-stopping number fade out, the crowd roars its approval. Glitter rains from the ceiling as Amanda Hugginkiss curtsies deeply, a dramatic sweep of her sequined gown sparkling under the lights. She blows a kiss to each side of the arena before giving one final, playful wink and vanishing gracefully behind the curtains to applause.
The camera transitions to ringside to reveal the commentary duo, Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam. Belinda, ever the picture of professionalism, looks radiant in a sleek violet cocktail dress, and a thin gold necklace. Beside her sits Erik is clearly dressed to impress, but with his trademark edge. He’s wearing a slim black dress shirt layered beneath a deep purple vest, a narrow tie with a silver skull pin, and black fitted slacks tucked into polished boots. A touch of eyeliner and a streak of silver chain at his wrist complete the look, perfectly balancing emo flair with formal confidence.
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans around the world, welcome to the Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling! Welcome to SCW High Stakes XV!
The audience erupts again, signs waving and chants echoing through the Convention Center. Erik leans forward, eyes gleaming under the lights.
Lunam: Belinda, I’ve called some wild nights since joining SCW, but this is something else! I can feel it in the air! This is my very first High Stakes, and I’m losing my mind already!
Simone: And you picked the perfect one, Erik! This is the biggest event of the year! Fifteen years of legends, history, and heart-stopping moments that define what SCW is all about! And speaking of history, before we dive into tonight’s action, we want to take a moment to congratulate our newest Hall of Fame Class of 2025! ‘Diamond’ Kate Steele, Joshua Acquin, and Jack Washington!
The crowd cheers loudly, the screen momentarily flashing images of each inductee receiving their ring and plaque earlier in the evening.
Lunam: What an incredible trio, Belinda! Each one of them helped shape SCW in their own unforgettable way! Kate Steele, the Queen of Pop and Punishment! Joshua Acquin, a mainstay, tough as nails and still swinging! And Jack Washington, love him or hate him, you can’t deny he’s pure talent!
Simone: All well-deserved honors, and a huge congratulations from all of us at SCW.
Lunam: And if that wasn’t enough excitement for one night, Belinda, we’ve still got the 2025 Year-End Awards on the horizon! You know that’s gonna bring the drama, and maybe a few bruised egos along the way!
Simone: Oh, without a doubt! The fans have been voting, the ballots are in, and the results will be revealed soon! But tonight, it’s all about High Stakes XV! And folks, we’ve got a card tonight that defines what SCW is all about! Rivalries, championships, and destiny itself waiting to be written!
Lunam: And kicking things off tonight, folks, we’re starting big! Because the Roulette Championship is on the line! The always unpredictable, always explosive Vincent Lyons Jr. is set to defend his title against the larger-than-life powerhouse himself, Brandon F’n Hendrix! Two men with zero chill and everything to prove! This one’s gonna blow the roof off the Tucson Convention Center!
Simone: Up next, we’ve got a matchup that’s sure to sweeten the night because the returning Amelia Reynolds is stepping back into an SCW ring for the first time in months! And she’s facing none other than sugar, spice, and everything nice herself, Candy! Two fan favorites, one electric crowd! This one’s gonna be pure joy and pure energy from bell to bell!
Lunam: Coming up next, get ready for a collision of fury and madness! The Angry Officer Liam Davis is stepping into the ring with the walking embodiment of chaos himself, Anthrax! One man’s fueled by discipline and rage, the other by pure anarchy! And when those two forces meet, you can bet the result’s gonna be absolute carnage!
Simone: Up next, things just got a little more interesting! Originally, this was set to be a one-on-one contest as Bella Madison squared off against Bea Barnhart in singles action. But that was before Cassie Wolfe decided to throw what can only be described as a juvenile fit online over being left off the biggest show of the year! Well, tantrum or not, it paid off because General Manager Evelyn Hall made it official! This one’s now a Triple Threat Match! Madison, Barnhart, and Wolfe! All in the same ring, and only one woman’s walking out with bragging rights tonight!
Lunam: And now, it’s time for championship action in the Bombshell division! The reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion, Hall of Famer Alicia Lukas, puts her title on the line against a woman hungry to reclaim the gold! Former champion Alexandra Calaway! Two of the best to ever do it, both with something to prove! This one’s gonna be as fierce as it gets!
Simone: Up next, it’s time for a battle of endurance and experience! ‘The Workhorse of SCW,’ ‘The Unbreakable’ Eddie Lyons, goes one-on-one with the locker room veteran himself, ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart! Two tough-as-nails competitors with no quit in their vocabulary! This one’s got fight written all over it!
Lunam: It’s time for a real grudge match, folks! Hall of Famer and multi-time champion Alex Jones has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on Alexander Raven ever since the enigmatic Raven blindsided him and Helluva Bottom Carter weeks ago! Well, tonight the waiting’s over! Two men who care little for rules or restraint are about to collide, and it’s gonna get downright ugly!
Simone: Up next, the Internet Championship is on the line! The reigning champion, Miles Kasey, threw down an open challenge to defend his title here tonight at High Stakes XV and that challenge has been answered in style by none other than the Party Boy of SCW, former Roulette Champion Ryan Keys! Expect energy, flash, and a whole lot of attitude because this one’s about to light up Tucson!
Lunam: Coming up next, it’s time to settle one of the most bitter rivalries in recent memory! The bad blood between hardcore veteran Justin Smith and Logan Hunter has reached a boiling point and it’s all coming to a head tonight in the only way possible! By Logan’s own choosing, this one will be contested under No Disqualification rules, with pinfalls counting anywhere in the arena! No limits, no mercy! Just pure, unrestrained chaos!
Simone: The next match has gold and bad blood written all over it! Harper Mason had every intention of settling the score one-on-one with the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion, Mercedes Vargas! But that all changed when ‘The Queen’ Victoria Lyons decided to make herself part of the story, brutally attacking Harper with the Lyons Paw! Now, with tensions at an all-time high, it’s a Triple Threat Match for the Bombshell Internet Championship and only one woman will walk out with the gold!
Lunam: It’s time for one of the most anticipated matches of the night! The World Bombshell Championship is on the line! Crystal Caldwell outlasted seven other women in the High Stakes Tournament to earn this opportunity, and now she faces the reigning champion, the breakout rookie sensation Frankie Holliday! This one’s a true test of eras! Frankie ended the dominant reign of Kayla Richards to claim the title, but the Hall of Famer Crystal Caldwell now stands on the brink of history, with the chance to become a six-time World Champion!
Simone: And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Main Event of High Stakes XV! By winning this year’s High Stakes Tournament, Aiden Reynolds has earned the rematch he’s been chasing ever since his heartbreaking loss at Violent Conduct X! Tonight, he gets another shot at Helluva Bottom Carter and the World Heavyweight Championship! But this isn’t the same story as before! Gone is the mutual respect that once tied these two men together. Now, it’s all about pride, power, and the gold! Will Aiden’s new outlook on life lead him to redemption, or will Carter slam the door shut on his dreams for the second straight pay-per-view?
Lunam: All this and so much more comes your way tonight at SCW High Stakes XV! The lights are bright, the stakes are higher than ever, and history is about to be made right here in Tucson!
We cut to the backstage area at Climax Control where we see the SCW Roulette Champion Vincent Lyons Jr. and his challenger for tonight Brandon Hendrix waiting to see what the Roulette Wheel will have in store for them.
Simone: It’s almost time for our opening contest for High Stakes and as per tradition? The Roulette Division will kick things off as Vincent Lyons Jr. defends against Brandon Hendrix!
Lunam: My first High Stakes and what promises to be a great match is opening! I can’t wait!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gents?
Both men nod and Rocky spins the wheel, it goes around for a bit before it stops on………
Ms. Rocky Mountains: It’s time for SCW’s annual holiday tradition: The Black Friday Brawl!
Lunam: And only two weeks shy of the actual Black Friday!
Simone: Erick this match, a Falls Count Anywhere Match that takes place in a shopping mall, has rarely been used close to the actual Black Friday date, hell it’s been held in October on occasion!
Lunam: Eh, fair point!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck gentlemen!
The two men walk off as the scene fades.
Few stories defined 2025 quite like the unstoppable rise of Helluva Bottom Carter. Capturing the World Heavyweight Championship on May 25th, Carter spent the rest of the year proving himself as one of the most electrifying and resilient champions in SCW history. With charisma that commanded every arena and a work ethic that silenced every doubter, he turned back the challenges of industry giants such as Alex Jones, J2H, and Aiden Reynolds. Each defense only strengthened his grip on the gold and cemented his place at the top of the mountain. A performer of unmatched heart and undeniable star power, Helluva Bottom Carter stands as the clear and deserving 2025 Wrestler of the Year.
Simone: Welcome back to the Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling: High Stakes! And it’s time for our opening contest which will see Brandon Hendrix challenge Vincent Lyons Jr. for the SCW Roulette Championship! And while a has changed over this past year? This hasn’t because the title will be defended in SCW’s annual Holiday tradition: THE BLACK FRIDAY BRAWL!
Lunam: This match type couldn’t be simpler! It’s a Falls Count Anywhere Match that takes place in a shopping mall right here in Tucson! And yes, we know Black Friday is actually on the 21st but there’s no guarantee that the bosses will schedule a Roulette Rules Match for the next Climax Control!
Simone: Exactly! Let’s take it to Justin who’s on location!
Justin: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS YOUR HIGH STAKES OPENER, A ROULETTE RULES MATCH FOR THE SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP! Thanks to a spin of the wheel we know that it’ll be a Black Friday Brawl!
Simone: Year after year, I wonder how much SCW has to pay the locations in damages!
Lunam: I bet Christian takes it out of his least favourite Superstar/Bombshell’s paycheque!
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From San Antonio, Texas, weighing 255ibs, BRANDON HENDRIX!
Brandom enters the mall with his arms raised before making a belt motion.
Simone: Brandon hasn’t had a lot of luck since he returned at Violent Conduct but that can change!
Lunam: I’m pretty sure he never challenged for the Roulette Title during his first run either!
Justin: And his opponent, from…………
Vincent doesn’t even let Justin finish the intro as he charges into the mall and blindsides Brandon, prompting Dawn to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: I’d like to say that I didn’t expect that from Vincent but this is the same man who disowned his twin sister after having a bit of success so no, I can’t!
Lunam: We would’ve been more surprised if he opened up with a handshake!
Once the bell rings Brandon recovers from the surprise attack and turns around to brawl with Vincent as Dawn watches on, the two men eventually end up near a giant Christmas Tree in the middle of the mall but when they get there? Brandon ducks under a wild right hand from Vincent and sends him flying into the tree with a Release German Suplex! The tree almost topples onto it’s back but rights itself as Vincent grabs onto the branches to avoid landing on his head.
Simone: Where did they find a tree that big?! Damn thing looks bigger than my house!
Lunam: I was about to say the same thing!
Vincent: HAH! I’m safe, take that gravity!
Unfortunately for the South Carolina native? As soon as Vincent says that the tree topples forward pinning Vincent underneath it!
Lunam: Is it me or did gravity just develop a sense of humour?
Simone: Either that or it didn’t like Vincent calling it out!
Brandon and Dawn share amused looks before Brandon goes to pin Vincent by sitting on the tree, there’s just one problem:
Brandon: What do you mean it doesn’t count? Dawn: I can’t actually SEE his shoulders! Brandon realizes that she’s right and rolls the tree off Vincent and THEN goes for the first pin attempt of the evening!
ONE!
TWO!
And Vincent kicks out! Lunam: High Stakes, the Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling, and the first pin of the night is after a Christmas Tree fell with the Roulette Champion holding on! Simone: Welcome to the madness that is the Roulette Division Erick! Brandom shakes his head before he picks up Vincent only to get clocked in the head by the first thing Vincent can get his hands on: a wooden candy cane! The look on Vincent’s face is priceless but he subsequently discards the cane, grabs a string of Christmas lights and, well, starts choking Brandon with it, Simone: A man is choking another man with Christmas lights, tis the season! Lunam: Right after Vincent was able to say that he Got Wood as well! Simone: ………….I’m dope slapping you for that terrible pun! Lunam: OW! Vincent pulls back on the choke and while Brandon, being the bigger of the two men, starts trying to fight it Vincent manages to get Brandon onto his back for a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
And Brandon kicks out! As Brandon gets back to his feet Vincent maintains the choke however and, hoping for extra leverage, jumps onto Brandon’s back, Brandon starts using his size to his advantage, ramming Vincent back first into the mall’s walls to try to break the hold but it doesn’t work UNTIL THEY ARE SENT CRASHING THROUGH A STORE’S DISPLEY WINDOW! Simone: That’s one way to break the choke! Lunam: And get cut up! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Dawn quickly enters the store to check on both man and somehow? They are not that badly cut up! Though both man are bleeding! After a few seconds Brandon stirs and goes for a pin on Vincent!
ONE!
TWO!
And Vincent kicks out! It’s at that point that Brandon and Dawn realize just which store they have crashed into. Simone: GameSpot? I didn’t realize that they were still around! Lunam: This match might give them more problems! Brandon looks around before spotting a Nintendo Switch 2 case and picking it up, seeing Vincent standing up Brandon shrugs. Brandon: Achievement unlocked: won Roulette Title! Lunam: Achievements are on Xbox! Simone: Really? That’s what you’re latching onto?! Brandom swings with the (thankfully empty) Switch 2 Case but Vincent ducks and goes for a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
And Brandon kicks out! Both men get back to their feet but Brandon takes Vincent down with a clothesline before calling for his finisher! Simone: Brandon just called for the Mafia! Err, as in his finisher, not the Italian Mob! Lunam: Can he win the title? Brandon grabs Vincent for his version of te Death Rider but Vincent scores with a low blow! And since Falls Count Anywhere Matches are No DQ by design? Vincent follows that up with his version of the Lyons Roar DDT! Lunam: Brandon just got his jingle bells rocked and now Vincent has hit the Lyons Roar! Simone: ………..i hate that that joke actually made me smile! Stick a fork in Brandon, he’s done! Vincent goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING DING DING! Justin: Here’s your winner and STILL SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION, VINCENT LYONS JR! Simone: First match of the night ends in a successful defense for Vincent! Lunam: And a return to the drawing board for Brandon! Vincent celebrates with his title while Dawn checks on Brandon.
Beyond the accolades, the rivalries, and the championship gold, 2025 belonged to Helluva Bottom Carter for what he represented both inside and outside the ring. Crowned World Heavyweight Champion on May 25th, Carter carried the mantle of SCW’s flagship title with unwavering pride and authenticity. His defenses against icons like Alex Jones, J2H, and Aiden Reynolds showcased not only his skill but his heart, each match a statement of resilience, individuality, and passion for the craft. More than a champion, Carter became a symbol of perseverance and self-belief, embodying what it truly means to stand tall, be yourself, and never back down. For his influence, impact, and unshakable presence, Helluva Bottom Carter is rightfully honored as the 2025 Man of the Year.
Simone: Welcome back to High Stakes and our second match of the evening! Following the madness that was the Black Friday Brawl between Brandon Hendrix and Vincent Lyons Jr. we are returning to relative normalcy with a return as Amelia Reynolds makes her return to SCW, going one on one with Candy!
Lunam: We last saw Amelia at Summer XXXTreme when she was one of several women in the Double or Northing Match but we can’t really talk about this match without bring up the storm Cassie Wolfe kicked up over Candy initially being booked over her for High Stakes!
Simone: Though given that Candy didn’t exactly say much in the lead up to this match? Maybe Cassie has a point! In any case, let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena snap out as the jagged electronic rhythm of "Better on Mute" by Sophie Powers rattles across the personal address system. A hot pink glow crosses the stage, rippling in time with the beat, which is sharp enough to rattle the barricades. Powers' grungy sound catches the attention of the crowd, who give a mixed reaction upon the twinkling lights blinking onto the stage in bright white and silver.
Through the glare, Amelia Reynolds steps out from behind the curtain, rhinestone-studded jacket catching the light with every confident step she takes. She stops at center stage, her smirk playful but precise, chin tilted toward the crowd as she turns into the strobe.
A few seconds later, Dickie Watson joins her. He's steady and calm, his gaze flicking toward her with the kind of quiet pride that doesn’t need an announcement. When he reaches her side, Amelia leans into him for a moment, looping her arm through his and pressing her cheek lightly to his shoulder. It’s soft, almost sweet...at least until the next beat drops.
The moment the bass hits, she lets go, stepping forward into the light like she’s flipping a switch. Her whole demeanor shifts. Sugar turned spark, grin wide and wicked as she starts down the ramp. The lights catch on the silver edge of her jacket as she walks, each step hitting clean with the rhythm. Halfway down the ramp, the chorus slams through the speakers. Amelia stops, turns toward the hard cam, and raises a finger to her lips not necessarily to hush, but to make a point.
Then, with a laugh caught between defiance and delight, she sings along, echoing with lyrics, “Better on mute, fuck you, I’ll do it myself.”
The line lands, the crowd reacts, and she answers with a sharp wink before continuing forward. Behind her, Dickie’s smirk deepens, head shaking slightly as he follows at an easy pace, amused and quietly protective.
Justin: Representing Wolfslair...from the beaches of the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia and making her return to SCW..."The Skyborn" AMEEEEELIIAAAAAAAA REEEEYYYYNOOOOLLLLLDDDDSSSSSS!!!!
At ringside, Amelia brushes her fingertips along the apron, then springs up in one clean motion. She balances for a breath, hair catching the light, before pushing off into a flawless springboard over the ropes. She lands in a low crouch, grinning toward the camera before rising.
Climbing the second rope in the nearest corner, Amelia poses with one hand under her chin, the other tracing the air near her lips as the lights pulse pink and silver around her. When she hops down, she slips off her jacket and tosses it toward Dickie, who catches it at ringside with a quiet smirk.
She takes a few slow steps toward the turnbuckle she's slated to go into, shoulders rolling as the last notes echo through the arena. The crowd’s noise swells and she looks out over it, her chin tilted, eyes glinting beneath the haze, before the corner of her mouth pulls into a grin as her music fades out.
Simone: Amelia turned some heads earlier this year when she debuted but left due to frustrations with the company, now she’s back, refocussed and reenergized!
Lunam: Don’t forget, she does have a pinfall win over a former World Bombshell Champion under her belt!
Justin: And her opponent!
The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy. She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more.
Justin: From Malibu Beach, California, CANDY!
Simone: Candy’s lack of effort hasn’t exactly gone unnoticed by the other wrestlers, especially Amelia and Cassie, but she is a former champion!
Lunam: Yeah, she was a champion five years ago!
Jacob goes over the rules with both women before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And our first Bombshell Division match of the night is underway!
Lunam: This should be good!
Once the bell rings Amelia and Candy circle around each other before the two women lock up in the middle of the ring, Candy takes the early advantage by scoring with a couple of deep arm drags on the Aussie Bombshell before whipping her off the ropes, on the rebound Candy goes for a tilt-a-while headscissores on Amelia only for the Aussie to stun the crowd and Candy by landing on her feet clean!
Simone: If there was any question as to why Amelia’s called The Skyborn she just answered it with an explanation point!
Lunam: And considering her brother Aiden is challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship in the Main Event? That’s saying something about the talent level in that family!
Candy scrambles to her feet but runs into a beautiful standing dropkick from Amelia who follows that up with the first pin attempt of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Candy gets the shoulder up! Amelia shakes her head before she heads to the top rope and waits for Candy to get back to her feet! When the Malibu native does get to her feet Amelia leaps only for Candy to roll forward to dodge it, Amelia uses the momentum to roll to her feet but Candy catches her with a Hurricanrana before holding on for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Amelia kicks out!
Simone: Amelia may have showed her agility but Candy’s showing that she’s no slouch either!
Lunam: Both women have a lot to prove tonight and they are showing out!
Both women get back to their feet and the crowd applauds their efforts so far before they lock up in the middle of the ring, Candy manages the go behind before taking Amelia to the matt and locking in a Hammerlock while Amelia is on her stomach but the Aussie gets to her feet and uses a snapmare to get out of the move, Candy lands on her feet and scores with a kick to Amelia’s mid-section, doubling her over before Candy follows that with a kick to the face and a roundhouse, stunning Amelia for a few seconds, Candy poses for the crowd only to get rocked by a discuss forearm from Amelia.
Lunam: Don’t quote me on this but I think Candy’s teeth landed in the fifth row thanks to Amelia’s forearm.
Simone: Surprised they didn’t land in the cheap seats!
Amelia quickly goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Candy gets the shoulder up! However Amelia grabs Candy’s arm and locks in a Crossface on Candy and Jacob gets into position to check on Candy to see if she’ll give up but the Malibu Native has no intention of making Amelia’s High Stakes debut that easy for her, and she manages to reverse it into a roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Amelia kicks out, breaking the hold in the process.
Simone: Just occurred to me that we never saw much of Amelia’s brawling or technical skills the first time she was in SCW!
Lunam: She’s clearly been training at Wolfslair and is using Candy as a test dummy to show that off!
Both women get to their feet and Candy scores with the Death By Chocolate (Mick Kick) on Amelia, rocking the Aussie before she calls for the Gumdrop!
Simone: There’s the Death By Chocolate and here comes the Gumdrop!
Lunam: Can Candy hit it?
Candy scales the top rope and goes for her version of the Eclipse on Amelia but Amelia blocks it, brings Candy down to her knees and scores with a Running Jumping Knee!
Simone: Thnx Aiden! Amelia’s homage to her brother!
Lunam: Candy seems out of it but Amelia’s going to fly!
Indeed, Amelia heads to the top rope and proceeds to nail Candy with her version of the Phoenix Splash!
Simone: Echo Drive!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Candy, she’s done!
Amelia goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner, Amelia Reynolds!
Simone: Amelia wins her High Stakes debut in impressive fashion!
Lunam: If I were any of the Bombshell Division champions? I’d be worried about her!
Amelia celebrates her win while Jacob checks on Candy.We cut to the backstage area at High Stakes where we see Cassie Wolfe leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Cassie: So, Candy gets booked instead of me, I kick up a storm about it, get bashed for it because god forbid, a Bombshell actually give a shit and refuse to stay quiet, and what happens? Candy stays quiet, chokes in her match and collects a paycheque, tell me again why she is worthy of a High Stakes match but I’m not?
Cassie rolls her eyes.
Cassie: Oh right, she’s a former champion and I’m not! A former champion who peaked during the pandemic and clearly stopped giving a shit years ago but hey! A former champion is a former champion in Christian’s eyes I guess!
Cassie shakes her head.
Cassie: At the very least? My fellow Aussie and really, the only one who had my back in that debacle Amelia Reynolds got the win over Candy! But enough about irrelevant Bombshells, tonight I’m going to show Christian hy he made a mistake when I beat two other former champions in Bea Barnhart and Bella Madison!
Cassie kicks off the wall.
Cassie: And mark my fucking words! 2026 will be my year! By this time next year I will be a 23 Year old Champion and the Rebel Princess will finally ascend to her throne.
Cassie flips some hair over her shoulder.
Cassie: Until then? Enjoy the show!
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Consistency. Strength. Legacy. These words defined Victoria Lyons’ monumental 2025 campaign. After capturing the Bombshell Roulette Championship on July 14th, 2024, Victoria held the title for over a full year. Finally relinquishing it on July 20th, 2025, but not before etching her name into history with the longest championship reign in Bombshell division history. Her reign was a testament to dominance and composure, turning back challengers like Bella Madison, Bobbie Dahl, Alicia Lukas, Alexandra Calaway, and more. Even as she faced the turbulence of family drama away from the spotlight, Victoria continued to headline cards and deliver unforgettable performances that showcased her resilience and unmatched presence. A champion, a leader, and a woman who redefined endurance; Victoria Lyons stands proud as the 2025 Woman of the Year.
The arena lights dim and Hollywood Undead's “Day Of The Dead” erupts from the sound system. The crowd turns its attention to the entrance to see a figure crawling like an insect along the stage. Clad in an ankle-length leather jacket adorned in chains, Anthrax rises up into a crouched position, arms resting on his legs, as he looks from left to right and all over -- then breaks into a creepy smile, showing his teeth.
Justin: Making his way to the ring! From the Asylum, weighing two hundred and seven pounds -- Anthrax!
Anthrax slowly stands up and walks erratically down the aisle, getting close to the barricades where the fans move back and away. He stops at ringside and stares at the fans near him, before he crawls beneath the bottom rope to enter the ring. He remains on his knees and his body convulses with silent giggles, eyes closed. After a moment, he suddenly lunges into the corner and massages the turnbuckles with his cheek, holding onto the ring ropes with both hands as he stares out at the crowd.
Lunam: Conspicuous by her absence is Twisted Sister.
Simone: I have a feeling she is sneaking around here. Usually where one is, the other isn’t that far away.
“Breaking The Law” by Judas Priest plays over the sound system as Liam Davies, wearing Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and handcuffs in his pocket. He stamps his feet, shaking his whole body about to the ring.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, he is Order Of Authority, Liam Davies!
Liam slides in the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans. After he did that, Liam gives the weapons of his nightstick and the handcuffs to the ringside announcer before going in the ring again and pumps his fists in the air before standing in the middle of the ring, waiting for Anthrax to slide his way back into the ring.
The bell rings.
DING DING DING!
Liam charges, grabs Anthrax, and drives him back into the corner with hard body shots. He snaps behind, lifts...Backbreaker! Anthrax hits the mat arching his spine.
Simone: Liam Davis is not wasting time...he’s coming right in!
Liam doesn’t stop. He’s out to hurt Anthrax, throwing punches and kicks. Davis backs Anthrax into the corner quickly before whipping him across the ring and it causes Anthrax to crash into the corner hard chest first before he crashes hard to the mat. It’s obvious that Liam wants to keep Anthrax from finding any rhythm.
Lunam: Good idea. If you let Anthrax think, he starts getting creative with pain.
Liam pulls Anthrax upright...and just as fast quickly drops him back down with a Snap Brainbuster! Anthrax rolls out to the floor, clutching the back of his head. Liam follows and starts to stalk Anthrax but then suddenly Twisted Sister appears from the shadows at ringside, folding her hands under her chin like she’s praying… or waiting.
Simone: Where did SHE come from? She wasn’t announced with Anthrax!
Lunam: Like mold, nobody invites her. She just shows up.
Liam grabs Anthrax...but Twisted Sister leans in and screeches directly into Liam’s ear, a piercing, inhuman sound that makes him recoil. Anthrax uses that moment and delivers a THROAT PUNCH to Liam’s windpipe.
Liam drops to a knee, gagging.
Anthrax grabs him and SLAMS his face into the barricade, again, and again, and again. Twisted Sister claps along like a child enjoying a puppet show.
Simone: The referee needs to get her OUT of here...this isn’t a fair contest as long as she’s out here playing...if you can call it that!
Lunam: Life isn’t fair. This is just honesty.
Anthrax throws Liam into the ring and climbs the apron. Liam staggers up...Anthrax grabs him by the nostrils and yanks, sickening leverage. Then, the wicked grew when he leans in...
AND He BITES Liam’s forehead, tearing skin.
Davis screams in pain before he forcibly shoves him off...rage building, Liam charges and throws a kick. Anthrax blocks and laughs in Liam’s face before Davis hits an enzuigiri! Anthrax drops face first before bouncing back up.
Liam hits the ropes and comes back and hits a Running Bulldog planting Anthrax on his face again. Liam quickly roles him over and goes for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Liam tries to reset, breathing heavy. But Twisted Sister starts slapping the mat and cackling, trying to break his focus. Liam turns to yell at her...
Anthrax leaps...Leapfrog Body Guillotine! All weight across Liam’s back. Liam collapses. Anthrax drags a boot across Liam’s face...Facewash...slow, deliberate, degrading. Twisted Sister presses her face to the ropes and laughs at Liam’s pain.
Lunam: See? That’s teamwork.
Anthrax climbs to the top rope, throwing caution to the wind he twist and nails a Top Rope Legdrop!
Covers...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Anthrax snarls, sinks in a Shoulder Claw with his long fingers digging into nerves of Liam’s shoulder. Liam battles his way up, throwing everything he can think of. ELBOW! ELBOW! HEADBUTT! Finally that gets Anthrax to let go and Davis uses this moment to whip Anthrax to the ropes.
Anthrax hits the ropes, only to get met by Liam with a devastating looking Double-A SPINEBUSTER!
Simone: You can feel the momentum has shifted.
Liam grabs the arm of Anthrax and Anthrax attempt to block it but Davis quickly locks in the Fujiwara Armbar! Twisted Sister immediately jumps onto the canvas and ropes and shriekes at the top of her lungs...referee Drew Patton barks at her to get down and his attention is completely away from the match now and keeps his eyes on her instead of the hold.
Liam transitions swiftly into an STF! Anthrax screams in pain but not loud enough to get Drew’s attention because of Twisted Sister’s insistent screeching.
Lunam: ANTHRAX IS TRAPPED!!!
Simone: HE’S GOT HIM! HE HAS HIM! ANTHRAX IS GOING TO TAP!
And Anthrax TAPS. He taps hard. He’s done.
But the referee isn’t even looking because Twisted Sister is now halfway into the ring, kicking the bottom rope, pretending she is in danger and Referee Drew Patton has his full attention fully on her.
Liam releases and storms toward her...NOT to strike her, but to force the ref to finally turn...
But that second...
Lunam: That’s the mistake. You don’t turn your back on a monster like Anthrax!
Anthrax sits up behind Liam, grabs his shoulder, spins him and suddenly green froth rises to his lips. Twisted Sister steps down off the apron, grinning wide, hands folded like a proud parent.
Simone: NO...NO...DON’T...
MAKE. ME. LAUGH. A violent spray of poison green mist to Liam’s eyes.
Liam screams, blinded, stumbling.
Anthrax rolls him up...FISTFUL OF TIGHTS.
Drew turns around and hits the mat...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is the winner of the match, ANTHRAX!!!
Anthrax rolls out immediately, collapsing to one knee outside the ring while Twisted Sister dances around him, tugging at his hair, whispering to him, laughing hysterically.
Liam is left in the ring, face streaked green, fists clenched, shaking with fury and humiliation.
Simone: He had the match won! He had Anthrax TAPPING OUT!
Lunam: Should’ve kept his eyes on the monster and not the circus clown. That’s the business.
Simone: And not only that, Anthrax picks up his very first win here in SCW!
We switch to the backstage area as we hear a distant roar of the crowd, soft thump of production carts. Bella sits on the production carts, wrists retaped, hoodie half on. She’s focused, cold. Laura approaches, paper cup in hand, not a smile but exactly the kind of look that says she’s come to see a daughter she knows is dangerous. She nudges her daughter in the shoulder.
Laura Phoenix: Hey kid. How you doin’? You miss me?
Bella Madison: Been busy and not really in the mood for visitors. Thanks for watching your granddaughter the other night though.
Laura shrugs gently before she sits beside her daughter.
Laura Phoenix: It was fun. Besides...I know you. I know the face you wear before you step in. You don’t need me to tell you the fights you pick. I came because I don’t want to read about you the morning after.
Bella Madison: I lost to Crystal, mom. Crystal who has been busy carrying Mercedes bags for almost a year....and because she just couldn’t fucking help herself Mercedes stuck her hand in it. I’m not over it.
Laura Phoenix: You never were the type to walk away because someone else smiled and got the prize. So what’s the plan?
Bella leans forward, smirks at her mom.
Bella Madison: Bea and Cassie tonight. One’s the always-talking measuring stick, the other’s entitlement with a ring. Cassie whined her way on the card, and that’s just fine fine. I’ll make her regret public tantrums. Bea thinks she’s a yardstick. I’ll show her how to be measured and found wanting.
Laura Phoenix: And Crystal?
Bella Madison: If Crystal gets the belt tonight or not, if she is smart, she better start running. Becoming champion won’t make her untouchable, it only puts a bigger target on her back. If she doesn’t start looking over her shoulder, she’ll be asking for more than a single loss. She’ll be asking for a reckoning.
Laura Phoenix: Well, you know I got your back. I wanted to tell you thanks for standing up for what Cassie said....
Bella Madison: You're my mom, and I’m not about to let trash like Cassie do that. You’ve done too much for this business to let lesser forms of filth do that. Let others bicker about family if they want clout, I’ll hand them consequences. My family is off limits. They drag my mother into dirt, they’re not dealing with me. They’re dealing with the fallout.
Laura Phoenix: Good. Make it about the work. Make it about the finish. Make them remember why you’re dangerous.
Bella Madison: I’m done biting my tongue.
Laura stands, cups Bella’s face for a second, giving her that fierce, maternal look. Bella pulls on her hoodie, rises in front of her mother.
Laura Phoenix: I’ll be watching.
Bella Madison: I’ll see you after.
Bella makes her way toward the gorilla position as her mother watches with pride.
Laura Phoenix: She’s finally seeing it.
One of the roving camera persons approaches the dressing room that Bea Barnhart is using, along with her husband Bill Barnhart, for this event. The door of the dressing room is open and when Bea sees the camera person she greets them and allows them to air her comments leading up to her match against Bella Madison.
Bea: Here we are at High Stakes. I have a match against Bella Madison. This is not the first match we have had against each other. I will be totally honest with you that I have not been able to defeat Bella. . .yet anyway. . .but tonight the storyline changes and I exit the match as the winner. Although Bella wants this win over me to bring her back into contention for Championships again I have to inform her that she is going to fail. So, Bella, while you get sent down to the bottom of the rankings after this loss to me I will be catapulted up in the rankings and I will be the one, not you, who gets more Championship matches.
Bea lets out a loud laugh before making additional comments.
Bea: Bella. . .Bella. . .Bella. . .you are one arrogant jerk and I am coming into our match to beat that arrogance out of you. If you honestly believe that I cannot defeat you and humiliate you then you are a bigger idiot than I thought you were. Now, Bella, if you will excuse me I need to move to the staging area to be ready to destroy you in our match.
Bea heads off down the hallway to get to the staging area to be ready to make her entrance for her match against Bella Madison. The camera person keeps their camera focused on Bea until she is out off camera range then they shut down their camera.
For the third year in a row, Miles Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter prove that love, loyalty, and laughter truly conquer all. Happily married and recently celebrating their one-year anniversary, the pair continue to shine as one of the most beloved and genuine duos in SCW. Already honored as Couple of the Year in both 2023 and 2024, their 2025 reign as fan favorites comes not just from their undeniable chemistry but from the way they uplift one another, both inside and outside the ring. Together, Miles and Carter embody strength, pride, and authenticity, standing as shining examples of a thriving LGBTQ partnership built on trust, respect, and unbreakable devotion. This year’s Couple of the Year honor once again belongs to the power pair whose love story continues to inspire: Miles Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter.
The opening riff of “Wolf Within” hits the speakers and once the lyrics kick in Cassie Wolfe emerges from the back excited to start the match, with her hands on her leather jacket’s sides the rookie wrestler turns her back to the crowd, Joshua Acquin soon joins her, applauding his charge.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, from Greenock, South Australia and now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, “The Rebel Princess” Cassie Wolfe!
When her name is announced Cassie spins around flashing the metal horns sign with her left hand and clapping fans hands with the other, when she reaches the ring Cassie jumps onto the apron before giving her hair a full flip and removing her jacket to give to a stagehand, she then jumps over the top rope and into the ring, rolling to her knees and basking in the moment.
Justin: And our second competitor in the match, from — BEA BARNHART!!!
WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.
The 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 a 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.
DING DING DING!
The bell rang sharply, slicing through the roar of the crowd. Three women, three differing styles, and one goal: survive and dominate. Immediately, the ring became a stage of chaos and strategy.
Cassie Wolfe skated to the edge of the ring, eyes sharp and calculating. She slid in with a sudden lunge, catching Bea Barnhart off guard. The Bulldog stumbled back as Cassie delivered a sharp dropkick, snapping Bea into the ropes.
Simone: Oh! And Cassie starts things off like she’s been here a hundred times, Lunam.
Lunam: She’s pretending to be the rookie, Simone, but let’s be honest — she’s all about theatrics and picking her moments.
Bea recovered quickly, shrugging off the impact, only for Bella Madison to sprint across the ring with a flying clothesline that planted Bea squarely on the mat. Cassie, sensing the danger, rolled out of the way, landing gracefully on her feet, smirking at the chaos she’d just caused.
Simone: And Bella’s already making her presence felt. Quick, crisp, ruthless! She doesn’t waste a second.
Lunam: Yeah, Bea’s no pushover, though. That bulldog of hers isn’t just a name; it’s a warning.
Bea shot forward, launching a heavy clothesline aimed at Bella, who ducked expertly. She spun behind Bea, catching her with a spinning back elbow. The crowd erupted as Bea staggered but didn’t fall. Bella followed up immediately with a running knee strike to the midsection, forcing Bea to hunch over in pain.
Simone: Ooh, Bella’s already showing why she’s called the Queen of Hardcore. Precision in chaos.
Lunam: And chaos is exactly what Cassie thrives on—look at her circling the perimeter, trying to find an opening.
Seizing her moment, Cassie surged forward with a sudden arm drag, flipping Bea across the mat with surprising speed. She didn’t pause, immediately springboarding off the ropes into a running superkick aimed at Bella. Bella barely caught herself, the kick grazing her cheek, but it was enough to stagger her back.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe with some early fireworks! Look at her go!
Lunam: Fireworks or gas leak? She’s expending a lot early, Simone. She’s got to pace herself if she wants to last.
The three collided again at the center of the ring. Bea caught Cassie with a brutal atomic drop, followed by a hard knee to the back as she fell. Bella lunged, catching Bea in mid-motion with a perfectly executed shining wizard, sending her sprawling to the mat. Cassie scrambled to her feet, only to be met by Bella’s running soccer kick—GOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!—and she was sent flying backward.
Simone: That had to hurt! Cassie just got a firsthand lesson in why Bella isn’t just flashy—she’s effective!
Lunam: Effective is right, Simone. But Bea isn’t done yet; she’s shaking off the pain, and you know she’s the kind to return fire with interest.
Bea staggered to her feet and charged, catching Bella off guard with a sudden round kick to the head. Bella reeled, but Cassie lunged, delivering a hurricanrana that flipped Bella over Bea in a spectacular chain of motion. All three women ended up sprawled across the mat, gasping, for barely a beat before scrambling upright.
Simone: And we’re barely five minutes in! These women are going full throttle!
Lunam: And you know the fun part? Nobody’s holding back. This is a Triple Threat; there’s no DQ, no counting out. Brutality is the rule here.
Cassie, with a wicked grin, dove to the outside with a suicide dive aimed at Bea. Bea caught her midair, twisting, and slammed her chest-first onto the apron. The crowd gasped. Bella charged, trying to capitalize, but Bea spun, dropping a hard knee onto Bella’s back, sending her tumbling forward into the ropes.
Simone: Look at Bea go! She just saved herself and turned the tables on Bella in a single move!
Lunam: And Cassie just got a lesson on why you don’t rush the Bulldog. That could have ended a lot worse.
Inside the ring, Bea caught Bella with a sudden hip attack, shoving her into the corner with devastating precision. The impact rattled Bella, leaving her momentarily stunned. Cassie, rolling back inside, attempted a moonsault, but Bea leapt up, catching her midair with a crushing knee drop to the chest. Bea attempts a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Holy… Cassie is flattened! And Bella is barely getting up!
Lunam: The math is simple here, Simone: Two women down, one standing. Bea’s smelling blood, and you can see it in every snap of her knee. Suddenly, Bella recovered, grabbing Bea by the head and executing a precise DDT, breaking the pin. She shifted immediately, springing off the ropes and landing a running moonsault on Bea for a near fall.
ONE!
TWO!
Cassie storms in at the last millisecond to break the pin. Simone: I don’t know how Cassie’s still moving after that moonsault! Lunam: She’s part contortionist, part coward, part opportunist—and all three are working tonight. As the match neared its halfway point, the dynamics shifted dramatically. Bella and Bea, who had been trading blows and near-falls, suddenly glanced at each other mid-ring. There was a wordless understanding. Cassie had been manipulating the situation from the start, throwing herself into positions she didn’t earn, posting online rants that forced her inclusion. That shared annoyance was enough.
In an instant, both women charged Cassie, hammering her with simultaneous knee strikes, followed by a coordinated dropkick that sent her sprawling. The crowd erupted. Simone: Wait a second! What just happened?! Bea and Bella just formed a truce in mid-match! Lunam: It’s temporary, Simone, but it’s brutal. Cassie’s ego just hit a brick wall, and I don’t think she’s ready for this kind of team-up! They alternated attacks, Bea locking Cassie in The Pretzel while Bella delivered rapid soccer kicks to her torso. Cassie flailed, shrieking in protest, barely able to defend herself. The duo then alternated whip-ins and hip attacks, keeping Cassie bouncing helplessly off the ropes. Simone: That’s some serious collaboration! And I have to say, it’s a thing of beauty. In a terrifying, destructive way. Lunam: And don’t count on it lasting! Temporary alliances in Triple Threats are like sugar in a salt shaker, sweet, but it’s gonna get messy. Cassie, battered but cunning, managed to roll Bea into the ropes, breaking the hold. With a sudden burst, she caught Bella with a shining wizard that staggered the Queen of Hardcore. She went for a running soccer kick, but Bella ducked and rolled her up into a small package for a near-fall.
ONE!
TWO!
Cassie kicked out! Simone: Cassie’s fighting tooth and nail, and I respect it. She’s not going quietly. Lunam: Respect doesn’t pay the bills, Simone, and it doesn’t stop a moonsault from coming. Cassie staggered to her feet, then executed The Greenest Wizard, hitting Bella mid-run and sending her crashing to the mat. Bea, seeing an opening, ran and executed a brutal Bea Bulldog on Cassie, all three women falling hard to the mat. Simone: I feel like I just got whiplash watching that exchange! Lunam: And we’re not even at the finish yet. All the girls tried to get to their feet. The final sequence was a blur of high-impact moves. Cassie attempted her signature Air Aussie 450 splash, leaping off the top rope, but Bella rolled out of the way, letting Cassie crash into Bea. Bella sprang to her feet, launching herself into The Coronation, corkscrew 630 splash, connecting perfectly onto Bea. Simone: THE CORONATION! She nailed it! Bella hooked Bea’s leg for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING! Justin: Here is your winner! BELLA MADISON!!! Lunam: And that’s it! Bella Madison wins the Triple Threat clean! No distractions, no cheating, just raw execution. Simone: That’s the Queen asserting herself! Bea and Cassie brought the chaos, but Bella took the throne tonight, and she did it with style! The crowd erupted as Bella rose, arms raised in triumph, the arena echoing with cheers and chants. Bea staggered to her feet, glaring at Bella, frustration etched across her face. Cassie, meanwhile, crawled to the corner, rubbing her ribs and plotting for the next digital tirade she’d post online. Lunam: And that, Simone, is why you don’t underestimate Bella Madison. Relentless, ruthless, and above all… effective. Simone: Brutal, beautiful, and completely unforgettable. High Stakes XV just gave us a match that’s going to be talked about for weeks, if not months. The bell rang again, but this time as a signal of finality. Bella’s hand was raised, her dominance undisputed, the crowd roaring her name as she soaked in every second of her hard-fought, well-earned victory. Lunam: And let that be a lesson to anyone thinking about manipulating their way into a match, sometimes, karma wears boots and lands a moonsault. Simone: Or a 630 splash. Or both. The lights dimmed slightly as Bella exited the ring, leaving behind a trail of awe, bruises, and respect, the mark of a champion who had survived chaos, betrayal, and ambition all in one relentless, high-octane Triple Threat match. We cut to the backstage area at High Stakes where we see the backstage interviewer Pussy Willow walking down the hallway. Brooke: AHEM! Pussy sighs as she stops. Pussy Willow: Brooke, I told you, you need to go through official channels to get interview time! At that point the stunning redhead Brooke Shields steps into view with her arms crossed. Brooke: PUH-LEASE! You work on my time bitch, not anyone else’s! And right now my boyfriend Logan Hunter wants a chat about his match with Justin Smith tonight! Pussy Willow: Then he can go through official channels. Pussy goes to walk off but the twenty year old valet steps in front of her. Brooke: Bitch? I wasn’t fucking asking! At that point Brooke’s boyfriend and the man she manages Logan Hunter steps up behind Pussy and Pussy shakes her head. Pussy Willow: Fine, we’ll make it quick. Logan, what are your thoughts on Justin! Logan: That cockroach………….. Pussy Willow: Annnnd done. Pussy goes to walk off but Brooke actually shoves her back towards Logan. Pussy Willow: Are you trying to get fined?! Brooke: Bitch, I’m a trust fund kid, I don’t give a fuck! Now do it properly before I knock you the fuck out and use your unconscious body like a puppet! Simone: What a charming girl! NOT! Lunam: Seriously, how is she Marissa’s twin sister?! Pussy sighs before turning to Logan. Logan: That cockroach Justin Smith has plagued SCW for too long and tonight? I will put that foot in his place: beneath my foot! Brooke: And for those hoping for a Christmas miracle? Sorry but much like Logan? Christmas only comes once a year! Logan: You said you weren’t going to say that. Brooke: Did I? Must’ve forgot! Now come on Logan, we have a match to win! Logan and Brooke walk off while Marissa walks up to Pussy. Marissa: You okay? Pussy Willow: I’m fine and rooting for Justin! Marissa: Me too! With that said? The scene fades on the two women talking. The scene opens backstage once more, where we see Miss Rocky Mountain standing beside the Roulette where and either side of her is the current Bombshell Champion – Alicia Lukas and her challenger – Alexandra Calaway. Ms. Rocky Mountains: Welcome back to the second wheel spin of the night… this is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship with me I have Alicia Lukas and Alexandra Calaway who await their fate in the wheel. So lets spin it. MRM grabs a peg and pulls on it and the wheel begins to spin fast, as Alcia, Alexandra and MRM watch the wheel spin around as they wait for it to stop.
… Bloodsport/underground match…
… Dumpster Match …
… First blood …
… Last man/woman standing…
The wheel begins to slow and finally clicks to a stomp. Ms. Rocky Mountains: This match will be contested under as a parking lot brawl. Alica and Alexandra look at the wheel and nod. Ms. Rocky Mountains: good luck. Alica and Alexandra move away from MRM and takes their leave, as the scene fades out on the wheel. Motley Crue’s “Wildside” starts up and the members of Wildside, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich along with their manager, Maja Lindström, make their way out of the entryway and down the aisle. They enter the ring and raise their arms as the crowd cheers them on. Zenna Zdunich: We are here, ja? The crowd cheers them on as Zenna and Maja nod along while Seleana exhales heavily. Zenna Zdunich: Sarabi, we should be ready now, ja? Seleana nods slowly yet determinedly. Seleana Zdunich: Tonight, my wife challenges for the World Championship without me. For our daughter, whose birthday is Friday, I will continue to support her efforts even if she does not wish me to be there. Maja shakes her head. Maja Lindström: What is her problem? Zenna glares angrily. Zenna Zdunich: Because she listened to that fitta, Mercedes Vargas. The crowd boos the name heavily. Zenna nods her agreement. Zenna Zdunich: She competes tonight as well. Seleana Zdunich: Fitta. Maja looks in astonishment. Maja Lindström: I have never heard both of you use that word at the same time. Zenna shrugs. Zenna Zdunich: Special situation. That woman is a special kind of bad. Seleana nods. Seleana Zdunich: I will cheer for Christina but Mercedes… She stops and Zenna and Maja both nod understandingly. Zenna Zdunich: We will make you pay. Both of you. Seleana nods sadly as her sister and cousin take her by the hand as "Wild Side" plays again.
Brooke Shields redefined what it means to be a ride-or-die manager in 2025. Fiercely loyal and unapologetically bold, she stood unwaveringly by the side of her boyfriend and client, Logan Hunter, through every challenge and every fight. Never one to shy away from bending the rules, Brooke’s timely interference and cunning ringside presence often tipped the balance in Logan’s favor, guiding him to a memorable, if brief, reign as Roulette Champion. Under her direction, Logan not only captured gold but also triumphed through several intense rivalries that solidified his standing in SCW. With her charisma, confidence, and unwavering belief in her man, Brooke Shields proved herself to be a master strategist and the beating heart behind Logan Hunter’s success, earning her the title of 2025 Manager of the Year.
Justin: (within the arena) This match is a parking lot brawl… and is for the Bombshell Roulette Champion… introducing first…
"Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play… and Alexandra appears from an arena exit and she walks past the few fans who want a close up view and walks passed the cars to the centre.
Justin: From DALLAS, TX.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
She stops in the centre and looks around at the cars and the few fans and smirks, where she exchanges a few words with the fans as stretches and waits for Lukas.
Justin: (within the arena). And her opponent… hailing from Atlanta, Geogia… and your current Bombshell roulette champion… Alicia Lukas.
"I still wear this crown" By Kittie hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands at the arena exit and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking toward Calaway, before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way passed the fans and the cars to the centre. she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before removing the roulette champion from her waist and takes off the hoodie bit doesn’t give the belt to the ref…
DING DING DING!
Lukas steps forward and raises the bombshell roulette championship above her head, as Calaway doesn’t look up but instead just stares at Lukas and right through her. Lukas slowly lowers the belt and lets it hang to her side, as smirks and begins to insult Calaway, but Calaway stays stone faced and stays nothing, which infuriates Lukas, and she ups her insults before resorting to pushing Calaway and poking a finger into her chest.
Simone: Lukas does all the talking and prodding first and Calaway says nothing and stays calm.
Lunam: It winds Lukas us and Calaway enjoys it.
Calaway looks down at her chest and Lukas’ finger and then she shoves Lukas’ back and Lukas drops the belt and then rushes in and goes for a wild swing, which Calaway ducks and turns and boots Lukas into the stomach and grabs her and prepares for a snap suplex, but Lukas blocks and Calaway tries again, but again blocked and Lukas fires in punches to Calaway’s torso and Calaway releases and takes a step backwards and Lukas charges and grabs Calaway around the waist and drives her backward into the nearest car.
Lunam: Calaway still remain calm, while Lukas goes for a wild swing, which Calaway ducks and she catches Lukas with a boot and goes for snap suplex, but it’s blocked and Calaway tries again, but Lukas fires in some punches and slows her down.
Simone: Lukas drives Calaway backwards and into a car.
Calaway lets out heavy breath and moan before dropping to a knee to catch her breath, which she can’t as Lukas grabs Calaway by the hair and drives a knee into her face before pulling her up and grabs a handful of hair and then bounces her face off the hood of a car before dragging her away from the car and then clubs her across the back of her neck, as Calaway stumbles away as Lukas grabs her again and drives her face into another car, where Calaway lays on the car, Lukas gives Calaway a firm kick in the thigh, which drops Calaway down to a single knee.
Simone: Calaway is winded, as Lukas grabs her and drives a knee into her face before bouncing her face off a car hood. I wonder who these cars belong too.
Lunam: Going to be some expensive repairs once these two get done, as Lukas clubs the back of Calaway’s neck, who them moves away but Lukas follows and grabs Calaway and drives her face into another hood.
Lukas then grabs Calaway again and pulls her up and punches her before dragging her away from the car and hits another one, but Calaway fights back and delivers a punch to Lukas’ stomach before delivering a club blow across her back before grabbing a handful of attire and throws her onto the car. Lukas rolls off the car and Calaway moves in and begins to stomp on Lukas a couple of times before grabbing her drags her up, where she delivers another punch and follows up with a kick to the stomach.
Lunam: Lukas gives a kick to Calayay’s leg before grabbing her again and bunches before bouncing her off another car, as this time Calaway fights back and delivers a punch and then return the clubbing favour and then throws her onto a car.
Simone: Calaway then stomps on Lukas and continues to work her over.
Lukas doubles over and Calaway grabs her and adjusts her position and then sets up for a snap suplex and hits it. Lukas cries out as she arches her back before sliding off the car and between two cars, while Calaway lays on the hard tarmac ground winded from doing the snap suplex, as the ref checks in on both before stepping back. Calaway holds her head as well where it had connected with the front bumper, but she rolls onto her side and then pushes herself up to her feet and moves to Lukas, where she grabs her.
Lunam: ooof…. I felt that… as Lukas back bounces off the hood of the car, while Calaway reels from her head catching some of the front bumper.
Calaway then proceeds to bounce Lukas and her head side to side against the two cars connect with the doors. She then let’s go and Lukas falls backwards, as Calaway tries the handle of the first car but doesn’t open and tries the second and it opens and Calaway smirks as she grabs a handful seat belt and pulls before wrapping it around Lukas’ neck and begins to choke her. Lukas kicks her legs about as Calaway laughs before releasing and unhooks the seat belt and goes for a cover…
Simone: Lukas moves herself between two cars, but Calaway moves in and proceeds to ping pong Lukas head between two cars.
Lunam: that is going be a nice headache later, but that would be the lease of her issues as Calaway then chokes Lukas with a seat belt.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Lukas kicks out but barely, as Calaway shakes her head and climbs to her feet where she grabs Lukas and pulls her up, where she then drags her to an flat bed truck, where she opens the door and pushes Lukas in, which Lukas rolls further in, as Calaway then climbs in and lifts up the large box lid and pulls out a conveniently placed sledgehammer and she smirks. As Lukas looks up and then kicks out and catches Calaway on the shins. Calaway takes a step backwards unaware how close she is to the edge and Lukas shuffles forward and kicks out again and again catches her shins and she this time drops the sledgehammer and falls backwards and lands on her back.
Simone: Calaway goes for a cover… which Lukas kicks out. Calaway gets back to her feet, where she grabs Lukas and drags her to a flat bed truck, where she puts her on there.
Lunam: Calaway climbs into the back and “finds” a rather large hammer and begins to threaten Lukas with it, but Lukas kicks at Calaway’s shins and she stumbles back and Lukas does it again and Calaway falls off backwards.
Simone: This gives Lukas an opening and she grabs the sledgehammer.
Lukas takes a moment, as she sits up and then grabs the sledgehammer before climbing off the flat bed truck and moves to Calaway and lifts the sledgehammer up and swings and aims at Calaway, but Calaway dodges and Lukas strikes the concrete and leaves an imprint on the ground. Lukas lifts it again, as Calaway turns on her hands and knees and quickly crawls towards the flat bed truck and crawls underneath it, as Lukas shakes her head and begins to swing the sledgehammer along the bottom of the truck and smashes the lights, mirrors and glass making sure that escape will be painful.
Lunam: Lukas moves after Calaway with the sledgehammer and she tries to catch Calaway within but connects with the ground, but Calaway quickly crawls away and moves under the truck.
Simone: Lukas then destroys the truck and now there is glass and plastic shards everywhere.
Lunam: Good plan by Lukas.
Lukas drops the sledgehammer and then mocks and dares Calaway to come out from underneath. She watches Calaway carefully and Calaway just shakes her head and goes for it and quickly crawls out from underneath the flatbed and climbs to her feet, where she brushes her hands off, but they are already bleeding as are her knees through her ripped jeans.
Simone: Lukas discards the hammer and Calaway reluctantly crawls out from underneath the truck and in the process cuts up her hands and knees.
Lukas charges in and Calaway ducks and spins Lukas around and delivers a slap to the face, which leaves a bloody handprint, but Calaway isn’t done and she grabs Lukas and fires in some forearm shots and then grabs her hand and goes to Irish whip Lukas into the car, but Lukas counters and sends Calaway into the car. Calaway splatters onto the hood which Lukas then quickly moves in and grabs Calaway and rolls her up into a quick pin…
Lunam: Lukas moves in and Calaway ducks, spins Lukas around and leaves a lovely red-handed print on her face. She fires in some forearm shots before sending Lukas towards the car, but it’s countered and she sends Calaway onto the hood before grabbing her and rolls her up into a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THR…kickout!
Simone: Kicks out again.
Calaway kicks out, as Lukas shakes her head and grabs Calaway and drags her back up to her feet and comes face to face and Calaway goes for a wild swing but Lukas ducks out of the way and as Calaway turns back towards Lukas, Lukas throws her head forward and catches Calaway across the bridge of her nose and rocks her. Lukas then boots Calaway in the stomach and grabs her and set her up for the The Georgia Drop (The GTS) and hits it.
Lunam: Calaway tries to fight back for one final time… but doesn’t happen and Lukas hits the GTS and good night Calaway.
Lukas drops to the ground and goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Lukas retains.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match and still Bombshell Roulette Champion… Alicia Lukas.
Lukas’ music hits over the p.a, as she climbs off Calaway and the ref hands her the belt and she raises it high and celebrates.
We get a camera shot of Bill and Bea Barnhart walking down the hallway to make their way to the staging area to be ready for the match Bill has against Eddie Lyons. As Bill and Bea walk toward the staging area they comment on the match Bill has against Eddie Lyons.
Bea: For those of you who may not know in addition to being a wrestler in Sin City Wrestling I also serve as the Manager for Bill during his matches. It is important for me, as the Manager for Bill, to ensure his opponents do not hire interference to cheat Bill out of a win. I also make sure, as a Manager for Bill, that the Referee assigned to his match calls the match without bias.
Bill: Thanks, Bea, for ensuring that everyone involved in the match does their assignments properly.
Bea: Thanks Bill.
Bill and Bea have arrived at the staging area and get into position for their entrance for the match Bill has against Eddie Lyons.
Bill: Well, Eddie, the time has come for us to get into our match. I hope you brought you swimsuit with you for our match. You are probably asking why I made that comment so I will tell you. I am going to defeat you so to use a phrase that will be fitting concerning your loss to me would be that you TOOK A DIVE to me. Har har har!!! Oh, man, I just could not resist that comment and you be ready to take a loss to me.
One of the backstage personnel informs Bill that he and Bea need to be ready for their entrance.
No one bridges the gap between champion and fan quite like Helluva Bottom Carter. Despite a wildly successful reign as World Heavyweight Champion, he’s remained grounded, humble, and endlessly approachable. He is never too busy to sign an autograph, share a smile, or pose for a picture with fans young and old. His love for his family and friends shines through every word and action, while his authenticity continues to inspire countless others. Carter stands as a beacon for the LGBTQ community, proving that strength, pride, and compassion can coexist in one unapologetically genuine individual. Loved by fans of every background, gay, straight, and beyond, Helluva Bottom Carter’s connection to the people is as powerful as his presence in the ring, making him the undeniable 2025 Most Popular of the Year.
Referee Dawn Barnes steps inside of the ring to officiate this next contest!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first…!
As Clouds by NF begins A fog fills the stage area, as Eddie Lyons appears in the middle, hoodie up, and arms folded. He stands there looking down at the ring for a few moments.
Justin: From Baltimore, Maryland! Weighing two hundred and thirty pounds! "Unbreakable" Eddie Lyons!
Shooting a fist into the air, Eddie pulls his hoodie down, and makes his way down the ramp, tagging the hands of a few fans along the way before climbing the stairs into the ring. Eddie extends his arms to both sides then drops to a knee, and punches the mat, he then moves to his corner to await the start of the match.
Justin: And his opponent...!
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 English Bulldog Iris leading her by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Iris! From Lawrenceville, georgia, weighing two hundred and forty pounds! "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart! When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The two make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to a ring attendant to hold onto until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Dawn checks both men and calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The opening bell sounds, and the crowd comes alive as Eddie Lyons circles the ring, eyes locked on the larger frame of “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart. Barnhart cracks his knuckles, smirking as he steps forward, beckoning him. Eddie nods, crouching low, and they tie up center-ring in a collar-and-elbow struggle that lasts all of two seconds before Barnhart shoves Lyons back several feet with raw power!
Simone: Eddie can not allow himself to get drawn into a power game with “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart. He’ll come out on the losing side every time.
Eddie stumbles but slides into a defensive stance. The Bulldog flexes his shoulders arrogantly and mocks the smaller man. Eddie answers by diving in for another lockup, but this time, he rolls through behind and catches Barnhart in a waistlock, swiftly transitioning into a takedown! Barnhart’s face hits the mat and Eddie floats over into a front facelock. Smooth, controlled, textbook wrestling. Lyons tightens the grip, testing Barnhart’s patience!
Lunam: And as great a legend as the Bulldog is, I think this is where Eddie would excel over him!
But Bill proves again he is the more powerful of the two, using his low center of gravity and leverage to bring his legs beneath him and power himself up to a vertical base,with Eddie holding on. Barnhart then powers Eddie off, throwing him up and over to the unforgiving mat with a back body drop! Barnhart rolls through, shaking out his shoulders. Eddie grimaces but pops up, and they reset. The Bulldog’s eyes narrow as “the Work Horse” Eddie isn’t backing down! Another tie-up, this time Lyons snags the arm and wrenches into an overhead wristlock. He transitions cleanly into a hammerlock, ducking behind the veteran and forcing Barnhart down to a single knee. The Bulldog growls in irritation, rolling through to escape but Lyons keeps hold, rolling through along with him and into a schoolboy cradle for a quick cover!
ONE!
T—Kickout!
Lunam: Too soon to get a win over a man like Bill Barnhart.
The Bulldog shoves him off like a man swatting a fly. Lyons stays aggressive, grabbing the leg and trying for an Ankle Lock! Barnhart scrambles and rolls onto his back, catching Eddie with a kick straight to the chest that sends Eddie stumbling back, and Barnhart kips to a knee, rising slowly. He rushes in just as Lyons turns around and a big clothesline but Eddie ducks behind and attempts a crucifix but Bulldog puts on the brakes! Eddie then transitions and slides down his back for a sunset flip but Bill blocks it! Bill then jumps to drop his backside on the prone Lyons but Eddie rolls aside and Bill crash lands on his tailbone! Eddie jumps to his feet and comes flying off the ropes with a Shining Wizard knee strike to the side of the head! Bulldog hits his back and Eddie covers him again, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Barnhart muscles out again, furious! Eddie adjusts his wrist tape, keeping his distance. Bill beckons him with both arms to bring it for another lock up. Eddie slowly moves in and just before they engage in the lock up, The Bulldog feigns a lockup, then cheap shots him with a thumb to the eye!
Lunam: Got to admit, he suckered Eddie in!
Barnhart doesn’t waste time as he grabs Eddie and plants him with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Eddie clutches his neck, rolling toward the corner. Barnhart stomps him down, one heavy boot after another, then yanks him upright and hurls him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle! Eddie slams back-first, chest heaving, and Barnhart charges and jumps for a corner avalanche splash! Eddie staggers forward right into Bill’s grip! Barnhart throws him over his shoulder and plants him with a Bulldog Slam! Barnhart hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Eddie kicks out!
Bulldog hauls Lyons up, picks him upside down and this time drops down into a seated position, spiking Eddie’s head with a Piledriver! Barnhart covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Eddie gets his shoulder up!
Lunam: This right here ids why they call Eddie Lyons the Workhorse of SCW!
The Bulldog sits up, disbelief and rage on his face. He yells at Dawn to count faster but she holds up the two fingers.
Simone: Taking it out on Dawn is not going to excuse the fact you were unable to get the pinfall over Eddie Lyons.
Eddie crawls toward the ropes, clutching his neck. Barnhart stalks behind, wraps his arms around Lyons’s waist, and hauls him up for a German Suplex but somehow Eddie shifts his weight and lands on his feet behind Barnhart! Eddie jumps up onto Bill’s shoulders and brings him back and spiked onto his skull with a Poison-Rana!
Simone: Both men are down at this point!
Dawn checks on both men but they are worn and hurt and she has no choice but to begin her count against them both!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Eddie stirs first, pushing up to his knees. The crowd chants his name as he uses the ropes to stand.
Crowd: EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!
Barnhart rises at seven, unsteady but upright. They meet mid-ring in an exchange of forearms! Another! Another! Bone jarring blows to each others’ heads and bodies! Eddie blocks one, ducks under, and catches him from behind with a chicken wing where he brings Barnhart up and over into a bridging dragonplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Barnhart kicks out!
Eddie screams with adrenaline, the fans roaring along with him!
Simone: Eddie Lyons is living up to his reputation! He does not quit!
Barnhart tries to get to his feet but Lyons sweeps his legs out from under him! Eddie steps through, grapevines his tree trunk legs and turns him over into a Sharpshooter! The crowd goes absolutely wild!
Lunam: He’s got him! He’s got him!
Barnhart yells out, clawing at the mat! Dawn checks to see if he wants to submit but he’s all like, “NO! NO!” Eddie sits deeper, the torque bending the Bulldog nearly in half! Barnhart reaches, fingers stretch, and barely grabs the bottom rope! Dawn orders the break, and Eddie releases, sweat pouring down his face!
Lunam: Eddie almost made the Bulldog tap out!
Barnhart pulls himself up, limping heavily. Eddie measures him, hits the ropes, and fires a running lariat but Barnhart ducks under and snatches Eddie into a Sleeper Hold!
Simone: And now Bill Barnhart has Eddie trapped! The Bulldog just LOVES using this hold in particular!
Lunam: And the way he’s been working over Eddie’s neck, it could all be over!
The Bulldog squeezes, cutting off Eddie’s air! Eddie flails, trying to find an escape! The Bulldog shakes him like a rag doll and Eddie starts to fade! His knees dip and he slowly sinks down to the mat! Dawn moves in and checks the arm! Once and it drops! Twice and it drops! Third time … and Eddie’s arm stays up! The crowd erupts!
Simone: No! He’s not out yet!
HEddie starts to fight his way to his feet and he fires elbows into Barnhart’s ribs! One, two, three! The Bulldog releases! Eddie spins behind and counters with a German Suplex with a bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
Bulldog kicks out!
The fans stomp and clap as both men rise again. Eddie’s favoring his neck, Barnhart his leg! They lock eyes, both knowing the match is reaching its breaking point! Barnhart roars and swings but Eddie ducks again and traps the arm and Bill’s neck under his arm, twisting into a Dragon Sleeper! The Bulldog flails, his free arm swinging wildly! Unable to move! Dawn starts to check on him when Bill manages to plow backwards, driving Lyons hard into the near corner and breaking the hold!
Lunam: Back and forth! Back and forth!
Eddie gasps, the wind knocked out of him! Bill grabs Eddie and Irish whips him hard into the far corner! Bulldog charges in at full speed but Eddie leapfrogs back over him, hooks him up and brings him down with a backslide!
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out by Bill!
Both men lie motionless for several seconds, the arena trembling with chants. Eddie drags himself to the corner, climbing to his feet. He grabs Bill and sets him up for a powerbomb or a possible piledriver, but Bill puts on the brakes! Instead, Bill counters, lifting Eddie up and then throwing him forward with the Alabama Slam! The Bulldog grabs Eddie by the hair, pulling him upright. He sets up for another Piledriver! The crowd holds its breath but Eddie blocks it! Eddie escapes and he attempts a swinging back fist but Bill ducks! Bulldog then sends Eddie into the ropes but Eddie jumps on the rebound and connects with a knee strike to the head! The blow knocks Barnhart back into the ropes and into the waiting arms of Eddie for…!
Lunam: Lyons Roar DDT!
Barnhart’s skull bounces off the canvas! Eddie collapses onto him for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! EDDIE LYONS!
The bell clangs, and the TCC Arena erupts in a thunderous ovation! Eddie Lyons rolls off his opponent, clutching his arm but grinning through the pain! The referee raises his hand in victory!
We cut to the backstage area where we see one of the challengers for tonight’s Bombshell Internet Title Match Harper Mason alongside her manager/one of tonight’s Hall of Fame inductees Joshua Acquin standing by for an interview with Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Josh, first off, congratulations on your Hall of Fame induction earlier tonight.
Joshua: Thank you Rocky, it’s been a long time coming!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Now Harper, tonight you’re serving as one of Mercedes Vargas’s two challengers for the Bombshell Internet Title alongside your other long time rival in Victoria Lyons.
Harper: Who, I remind you, attacked me at the Halloween special unprovoked and got added to the match at the last minute.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I was about to get to that, thoughts?
Harper: I already didn’t like Victoria, I’ve made that fact so clear that it may as well be a True Crime Documentary by now, but if I didn’t get cleared after her attack? I’d be out of a High Stakes paycheque and the choke artist of the year would likely be facing Mercedes on her own!
Harper shakes her head.
Harper: All because she supposedly called her shot first, if that were true then why did they initially book this match as a one on one match between me and Mercedes?
Joshua: Regardless of the answer? Harper is ready to claim her second championship tonight.
Harper: Exactly and then Victoria will see that she was the real choke artist all along!
Harper and Josh walk off as the scene fades.
If 2025 proved anything, it’s that success can be the fastest road to infamy, and no one embodied that better than Frankie Holliday. After stunning the world by winning the 2025 Blast From the Past Tournament and then dethroning Kayla Richards to claim the World Bombshell Championship, Frankie’s meteoric rise was matched only by the size of her ego. In just a short time as a competitor, she transformed from underdog to arrogant powerhouse, letting her newfound glory fuel a superiority complex that rubbed everyone the wrong way. Her smug confidence, blatant disregard for humility, and unapologetic self-celebration made her the name fans loved to loathe. For turning triumph into controversy and pride into provocation, Frankie Holliday earns her crown as the 2025 Most Hated of the Year.
Lunam: Here we are with another interesting and exciting match for this event. Alexander Raven and Alex Jones have a history, and a falling out, and this match is a way they are going to have to settle that disagreement.
Simone: For once I agree with you. Yes Raven did things that got Jones upset but at least they have this match to take it out on each other. And perhaps put an end to their feud. I tend to lead toward Raven in this match.
Lunam: I tend to lead toward Jones as he was the one who was taken advantage of by Raven so I am sure he wants to get revenge on Raven in this match.
Justin: Our next match is a Standard Rules match with the winner to be determined by pinfall, submission, count out, knockout, or disqualification. First to make his way to the ring, he is from San Antonio, Texas, by way of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, he comes into this match at six feet two inches and two hundred twenty-five pounds, please give a great Tucson, Arizona, welcome for ALEXANDER RAVEN!!!
As the opening riff of “KAFKA” by Jinjer begins to play the lights change to a darkish blue which fills the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance area which covers the ramp creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain. We hear the music and lyrics “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” Then Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide, as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face is 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 begin to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand. “'Beauty of looks, beauty of faults. Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.” As the two reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, as Alexander steps up onto the ring apron and turns to look at Luna. The two of them lock eyes as Raven slowly steps backwards through the ropes never breaking gaze from Luna. Then Alexander Raven walks to the center of the ring to wait for the arrival of Alex.
Simone: Alexander Raven is the epitome of confidence and abilities and I see him making easy work of Alex Jones.
Lunam: Never get ahead of yourself. When you take into consideration what Raven did to Jones there is going to be some hell of a payback for what Raven did to Alex Jones. So the way I see this match is that Raven knows payback is coming and I believe his brash actions even before the match has officially started shows he is worried about what Alex Jones might do to him in this match.
Justin: The next to make their way to the ring, he hails from Dallas, Texas, he comes into this match at six feet even and two hundred twenty-five pounds, please give a great Tucson, Arizona, welcome for ALEX JONES!!!
There is a silence that comes across in the arena and we hear the fans murmuring in anticipation of the arrival of Alex Jones. After a short time “CANCEL THE KING: hits the speakers and the lights come up to full level. As the music hits and the lyrics of the intro cut into the guitar we see Alex Jones step out from the backstage area and out onto the landing. Jones is wearing a black and read “WOLFSLAIR” T-Shirt and his normal wrestling gear. Alex looks over the crowd then he makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Alex walks up the ring steps and gives stern look at Alexander Raven who is in the middle of the ring. Alex then steps through the ropes into the ring. Alex turns and plays up the crowd then when he turns around Raven is charging at him although the match has not officially started. Before Raven can reach to where Jones is located Referee Drew Patton step between the two and he orders Raven to back off or he will be immediately disqualified from this match. Raven decides to back down for now as Referee Patton is getting ready for this match to start.
Lunam: For Raven, who portrays himself as tough, then to watch Raven attempt to attack Alex Jones before the match has started comes across as more of a cowardly move.
Simone: Oh, Erik, you are confusing the actions of Raven by confusing the terms confidence and cowardly.
Lunam: Think what you want, Belinda, but wrestlers know if they violate the rules of the match before the match is officially underway is a great way to be disqualified before the match has started
Referee Patton goes over the match with the two and checks to ensure both are clean of weapons or foreign substances. Satisfied that both wrestlers are clean of those items, Patton sends Raven and Jones to their corners and tells them to come out fighting when the Timekeeper rings the bell to start the match. Once both wrestlers are in a their corner Referee Patton motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell to officially start the match.
DING DING DING!
This match is officially underway and both Alexander Raven and Alex Jones come out of their corners and they run full-speed and slam into each in the center of the ring. Both are throwing punches and kicks and slaps until Raven drops to the mat and quickly slams his fist into the nutsack of Jones. Referee Patton quickly steps in and administers a caution and a reprimand on Alexander Raven for using an illegal move. Patton then reminds Raven that this match is to be run by obeying the rules and punching someone in the groin is outside of the rules. Referee Patton informs Raven that this is the first official reprimand since the match has officially started and if Alexander collects two more official reprimands he will be disqualified. Raven acknowledged what Referee Drew Patton stated and then Referee Patton orders Alexander Raven to go to one of the corners and remain there until he can check the status of Alex Jones.
Lunam: Well that proved my point that I feel Alexander Raven is a coward and he knows he is going to lose this match to Alex Jones. He just received his first official reprimand by Referee Drew Patton and if Raven collects two more official reprimands he will be disqualified and Alex Jones will receive the win in this match.
Simone: Do you honestly believe Alexander Raven is so stupid as to cause two more incidents that would cause him to lose this match by disqualification.
Lunam: Yep!
Raven continues to argue with Referee Patton but his arguing with Patton is not being beneficial to him so Raven decides to stop insulting Referee Patton and get back into the match. As soon as Alexander Raven turns around to face Alex Jones he is hit with a hard Spear from Jones which drives Raven hard into the mat and into the ring ropes. Although Raven is slow to try to get up Jones waits and when Raven starts to get up Jones goes for a Koji Clutch on Raven. Although Alex Jones has the Koji Clutch applied they are tied up in the ropes so Referee Drew Patton steps in and tells Jones that he has to release the hold on Raven. Although Alex Jones is upset with the call, but since it is a valid call by the Referee, he releases the hold he had on Alexander Raven. Then per direction of the Referee Jones steps back to allow room for Raven to remove himself from the ring ropes.
Lunam: That was close to a win by Alex Jones.
Simone: But it was not close enough to be a valid win since Referee Patton ordered a break since the two wrestlers were tied up in the ropes.
Alex Jones, knowing how disgusting Alexander Raven can be, hangs back a distance to observe the body language and the look on the face of Raven to make a determination of what his next attacks will be. However it appears that Raven is not the least bit intimidated by what Alex Jones is doing, to he just stands there glaring at Jones and making rude gestures with his face. Referee Drew Patton cannot do anything to force the two wrestlers to get back into the action so he stands off a distance and waits for the two to get back into the action of the match.
Simone: So, Erik, what is up with Alex Jones? Why is he just standing there and not charging on Alexander Raven and going on the attack?
Lunam: Nice try to slip me up Belinda but I will not fall for your tricks. Jones wants Raven to make the first move and then he will take charge of this match at that point, Wrestling is not always hits, and blows, and kicks, and throws, it is like a highly competitive Chess game where you have to know how to use strategy and take advantage of your opponent when they hesitate even for a moment.
Referee Drew Patton is getting frustrated with the hesitation by Jones and Raven so he steps between the two and gives them a warning then he orders them to get back into the action of this match. Both Raven and Jones look at the Referee then they look at each other and both realize they need to listen to the Referee and get back into the action of this match. The two lock up and work hard to get the advantage over the other. When they get near one of the corners Alexander Raven blocks Alex Jones from getting out of the corner. As Jones continues to work on getting out of the corner we watch as Raven grabs onto the arm of Jones and he pulls him out of the corner. Once Raven has Alex Jones in the center of the ring he trades blows with Alex then Raven manages to execute a Belly-To-Back Suplex driving Jones hard onto the mat. With Alex Jones on the mat Alexander Raven delivers an elbow drop to the chest of Alex Jones. With quickly Raven dives on top of Jones and goes for the pin while hooking the legs of Jones. Referee Patton drops to the mat and begins a count on the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NOOOOOO! Raven only got a two and a half count on Jones before Alex Jones could get his shoulder off the mat and escape from the pin attempt. Referee Patton quickly stands up and holds his hand up showing two fingers to indicate it was only a two count on the attempt at a three count on the pin attempt.
Lunam: That was close but it still shows that Alex Jones is still in this match and ready to keep the fight going.
Simone: I feel Referee Drew Patton made a mistake when counting the pin attempt Raven had on Jones. His hand was in the air after the two count and his hand was on the way down but Jones got out of the pin attempt or so Referee Patton thought.
Lunam: Good grief Belinda! Do you want me to have the broadcast studio replay that attempted pin by Raven on Jones so that you can see that it was clear that the shoulder of Jones was off the mat before Referee Patton was able to drop his hand to the mat to complete the three count?
Simone: Uh, no, not right now, since the two wrestlers are getting to their feet to go after each other.
Lunam: That is about what I figured Belinda.
Referee Patton motions for the to to get back into the action of this match. The two stand toe-to-toe and they are exchanging smack talk until Raven shoves both his hands into the chest of Jones and Jones responds with a kick to the mid-section of Raven. When Raven doubles over from the hard kick to the mid-section Alex Jones continues by stomping on Raven several times. Jones starts to pull raven to his feet and Raven lands a knee to the midsection of Jones. Alex Jones quickly latches onto Raven and executes a spinning neckbreaker dropping Raven to the mat. As Alexander Raven is working to get back onto his feet we watch as Alex Jones runs to the opposite side of the ring where he intently watches Raven getting to his feet. As soon as Raven is nearly up on his feet Jones runs across the ring the and lands a Running Knee Strike V-Trigger into Raven with collapses Raven to the mat. Jones then quickly goes for the pin while firmly holding onto Raven so that he cannot get out of the hole. Referee Patton begins the count on the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Referee Patton quickly calls for the bell and this match is over. Patton tells Alex Jones to get up off of Alexander Raven and to come stand next to him and Alex does so.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the official decision in this match, by Referee Drew Patton is the winner of this match, by pinfall, ALEX JONES!!!
Referee Patton raises the hand of Alex Jones for the win. He then drops the hand of Jones and Alex takes a walk around the ring to celebrate his victory. He then exits the ring and heads into the backstage area as the fans cheer him on. Back in the ring Alexander Raven is slowly getting to his feet and Referee Patton asks him if he would like assistance to exit the ring and return to the backstage area and Alexander Raven says he will manage on his own then he exits the ring and goes into the backstage area.
Lunam: Nice win by Alex Jones.
Simone: It was a great match from both wrestlers.
The camera cuts backstage in the shared locker room area. The energy is buzzing but grounded, two champions preparing, side-by-side but in their own lanes.
Miles is taping his wrists, methodical, humming under his breath. Carter, already half-geared, adjusts the final detailing on his ring jacket in the mirror. There’s no tension. No nerves. Just focus. The energy between them is the kind that comes from knowing, and trusting, exactly who you are.
Miles flicks his eyes up at Carter.
Miles: World champ lookin’ like a full course meal over there.
Carter doesn’t turn, but the faint smirk is unmistakable.
HBCarter: I could say the same, but you’re sweating on the floor like a raccoon in a dumpster behind Planet Fitness.
Miles laughs, he knows that’s affection in Carter-language.
Footsteps approach. The camera pans as Pussy Willow steps into frame, mic in hand, bright as always.
Pussy Willow: Excuse me, Carter, best of luck out there tonight, but right now, I really need to speak to your hubby. Mr. Miles Kasey...
Miles smirks and it’s always that right moment that makes Ms. Willow melt a tad.
Miles: Ms. Pussy Willow...
She clears her throat for a moment and continues...
Pussy Willow: Internet Champion, I’d like to talk to you about your title defense against Ryan Keys tonight.
Miles nods, stands, shakes his arms loose. Business mode clicks in, but he doesn’t lose the easy looseness in his posture.
Miles: Yeah, course. Ryan Keys. The guy who stepped up when I said ‘open challenge.’ And look, respect to him. Truly. Not everyone has the guts to walk toward a fight when they hear the bell instead of away from it.
He tightens the tape at his wrist, then looks directly into the camera, not with aggression, but with certainty.
Miles: But see, here’s the thing. That whole steppin’ up thing.., that is chapter one. Winning? That’s the whole damn book.
Carter half glances over from the mirror, proud, quiet, knowing.
Miles: Ryan says he’s here for opportunity. Says he wants his moment. Tonight? He gets one. I promise you he does. But moments don’t win championships. They test if you’ve got the lungs for it. If you can breathe when it gets heavy.
He pats the title on his shoulder, not clutching, not posing. Just acknowledging.
Miles: This belt, it’s not about being the loudest or the flashiest. It’s about showin’ up. Night after night. Match after match. No excuses. No cancels. No running.
A small grin kicks up, playful, but sharpened.
Miles: And tonight? I show up like I always do. And then? I will make it go viral. Because that’s what the Internet Championship is. You defend it where everyone can see you do it.
Pussy raises the mic just a touch.
Pussy Willow: So you’re confident you’re walking out still champion?
Miles doesn’t even blink.
Miles: If I have anything to say about it, we both will.
He turns, bumps his shoulder lightly against Carter’s, partners, champions, equals.
Miles: *to Carter, under his breath but on mic anyway* Let’s tear the house down, love.
Carter taps him once on the chest, subtle, intimate, grounding support.
HBCarter: See you at the finish line.
Pussy Willow steps back as Miles rolls his shoulders and steps toward the gorilla.
Miles: *over his shoulder, one last look at the camera* Bell to bell. Feel me.
Miles exits the frame. Carter just smirks after him.
No one, and we mean no one, could have predicted Artie’s wild journey in 2025. What began as the sweet story of Bobbie Dahl’s devoted husband suddenly turned into one of the year’s most unbelievable twists when he accidentally signed himself up for the Blast From the Past Tournament. When Bobbie’s injury sidelined her, Artie did the unthinkable: he laced up his own boots. With a crash course in wrestling from Miles Kasey and Fenris, Artie stepped between the ropes not just to fill a role, but to stand tall for the woman he loves. Against all odds, the untrained underdog shocked the SCW Universe with genuine heart, guts, and surprising in-ring ability. It was the kind of story that made everyone stop and say, “WTF!? Did that really just happen?” For turning a fluke into one of the most memorable moments in SCW history, Artie earns the 2025 WTF/Holy Sh*t Moment of the Year.
Sometimes the most unforgettable moments in SCW history are pure chaos. During the Overboard Battle Royal at Summer XXXTreme, Brooke Shields delivered one of those jaw-dropping instances that fans will never forget. As Logan Hunter teetered on the brink of elimination, his ever-devoted manager reached out in a desperate attempt to save him, only for fate (and physics) to intervene. In a split second of pandemonium, Brooke was yanked overboard right along with him, plunging headfirst into the Pacific Ocean below. It was equal parts shocking, hilarious, and undeniably “WTF,” cementing itself as a moment that will live on in SCW legend. For turning loyalty into literal overboard commitment, Brooke Shields claims the 2025 WTF/Holy Sh*t Moment of the Year.
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Internet championship. Introducing first…
"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.
Justin: He is the SCW Internet champion, from Manchester England Miles Kasey!!!!
The arena goes dark, then bursts alive with flashing neon strobes. As “I’m Made of Wax, Larry…” hits, Ryan Keys explodes onto the stage with infectious energy. He spreads his arms wide, sunglasses glinting, before jogging side-to-side to pump the crowd. Ryan points to the fans, slaps hands down the ramp, and slides dramatically into the ring. He leaps onto the turnbuckle, tossing his shades into the crowd before striking a playful pose. With a grin and a wink, Ryan hops down, bouncing on his feet, ready to turn the match into his dance floor..
Justin: And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada Ryan Keys!
The crowd explodes as Miles raises the title high, eyes locked on Ryan across the ring. The ref holds up the belt, then hands it to the timekeeper. The bell rings.
DING DING DING!
Miles and Ryan circle, both men quick on their feet. The fans clap rhythmically as they tie up. Ryan slips behind into a waistlock, but Miles drops down and counters with a standing switch into a hammerlock. Ryan grits his teeth, rolls forward, kips up, and reverses into an arm drag! Miles lands on his feet and responds with one of his own, and the crowd pops as both men stand off, chest to chest..
Simone: What a start! Both men are in sync, this is a battle of equals!
Lunam: You blink and you miss something! The timing, the chemistry, chef’s kiss!
Ryan goes for another tie-up, but Miles shifts to a quick headlock, grinding it in before Ryan pushes him off to the ropes. Miles rebounds, ducks a leapfrog, springboards off the opposite side, and lands a headscissors takedown that sends Ryan tumbling out of the ring! Miles runs the ropes and leaps, SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!, but Ryan sidesteps and redirects him, sending the champion crashing shoulder-first into the barricade! The crowd gasps as Miles clutches his arm. Ryan wastes no time, dragging Miles up and slamming him chest-first onto the apron before rolling him back into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, leaps… DIVING FOREARM SMASH!, and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
And Miles kicks out!
Simone: Early cover by Ryan! He’s testing the champion’s stamina!
Lunam: Yeah, and Miles’ shoulder might be compromised after that barricade collision! Ryan smells blood already!
Ryan keeps the pace up, lifting Miles and snapping him down with a quick suplex. He floats over into a front facelock, grinding down with precision. Miles pushes to a knee, forcing Ryan back to the ropes. The ref calls for a break, and Ryan gives one, right before cracking Miles with a stiff forearm to the jaw! Ryan Irish whips Miles into the ropes, swings for a clothesline, but Miles ducks under, comes back, SPRINGBOARD ENZUGIRI! The sound echoes through the arena as Ryan drops to one knee! Miles runs again, SLING BLADE! The crowd explodes! Miles hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ryan kicks out!
Miles grabs Ryan’s wrist and starts working through a chain of submission holds, a grounded wristlock into a Fujiwara armbar attempt, but Ryan twists and bridges to counter. He rolls over Miles, stacks him up…… small package!
ONE!
TWO!
Miles reverses into his own pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Ryan escapes again!*
The crowd roars as both men scramble to their feet and collide mid-ring with double dropkicks, both connecting, both crashing to the mat simultaneously! They rise slowly, the crowd chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!” as Ryan lands a sharp chop across Miles’ chest. Miles answers back. Another from Ryan. Another from Miles. Then Ryan ducks one and pops Miles with a spinning back elbow! Miles stumbles, Ryan runs, FLYING KNEE STRIKE! Miles goes down! Ryan covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
And Miles kicks out at two-and-three-quarters!
Simone: That was close! Ryan nearly stole the Internet Title right there!
Lunam: He’s pushing the champion to the absolute edge!
Ryan slaps the mat in frustration before signaling for his own finisher, the Shut It Down, that devastating Ripcord Knee. He pulls Miles to his feet, grabbing the wrist… but Miles spins free, ducks under, rolls Ryan through, and hits a snap dragon suplex! The crowd explodes as Ryan folds in half! Miles takes a moment to shake out his arm, the earlier impact still visible in his grimace. He grabs Ryan by the waist, GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Ryan slumps forward in pain, clutching his back. Miles pulls Ryan up and whips him across the ring, POP-UP KNEE STRIKE! Ryan reels! Miles runs, Slingblade again! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR— NO! Ryan barely gets the shoulder up!
Miles takes a deep breath, stalking Ryan like a predator. He climbs the top rope, the crowd rises in anticipation. Miles steadies himself… PHOENIX SPLASH! But Ryan rolls out of the way at the last second! Miles crashes hard. Ryan, battered and gasping, crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. Miles stirs, clutching his ribs. Ryan charges, RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE IN THE CORNER! Miles collapses to the mat! Ryan covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR— NO! Miles kicks out!
Ryan pounds the mat, the crowd chanting along, “RY-AN! RY-AN!” He signals again for Shut It Down! He drags Miles up, whips the wrist, spins for the Ripcord…but Miles ducks it and hits a Pele Kick! Ryan staggers, Miles rushes, SPINNING TORNADO DDT! Both men are down!
Simone: This match is turning into a car crash and nobody’s hitting the brakes!
Lunam: They’re giving it everything they’ve got! Internet Title prestige on full display!
The ref begins the count! ONE… TWO… THREE… Both men stir… FOUR… FIVE… Miles crawls toward the ropes… SIX… Ryan pushes to one knee… SEVEN… both are up! They charge! Ryan swings with a lariat, Miles ducks, Ryan rebounds, SUPERKICK BY MILES! But Ryan doesn’t fall, he rebounds again, SUPERKICK BY RYAN! Both collapse! Both men crawl toward opposite corners. The crowd is thunderous. Miles drags himself to his feet first, staggering toward Ryan. He pulls the challenger up, hooks him, BRAINBUSTER! The ring shakes! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR— NO! Ryan somehow gets the shoulder up!
Miles stares in disbelief, hands on his head. The crowd chants, “FIGHT FOREVER!” as he gets back to his feet. He looks to the corner, nods, climbs to the second rope. Ryan stumbles up, Miles leaps, DIVING ELBOW STRIKE! He rolls through, hits the ropes, rebounds, and charges again, RUNNING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! THE DOUBLE EDGED SWORD!!!! Miles collapses onto Ryan for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL Internet Champion! Miles KASEY!!!
The referee hands Miles the championship and the champion holds it up high as the crowd cheers!
Lunam: Miles Kasey answered the challenge and he is still the champion!
Simone: And Ryan Keys showed the world that he is not JUST a party boy!
Camera opens on Justin Smith, sweat-slicked, taped fists, standing against a concrete wall with the distant roar of the Tucson crowd behind him. The High Stakes XV logo glows on a monitor beside him.
Justin Smith: Tonight, it’s not about hype. It’s not about who’s the future or who’s supposed to fade away. It’s about two men walking into that ring and one of ‘em walking out the same.He cracks his neck, eyes steady.
Justin: Logan Hunter… you’ve been talking about hunger, about taking your moment. But I’ve been living off hunger my whole damn career. The difference is mine doesn’t fade when the bell rings. Yours? It’s about to get swallowed by the desert.
He steps closer to the camera, voice low, intense, and sharp.
Justin: You think you’re ready for this fight, but you don’t understand what it means to survive in my world. You’ll find out soon enough, when the lights hit, and that heat hits harder than you ever imagined.
A slight smirk hits Justin’s face.
Justin: Tucson’s my kind of place, hot, harsh, unforgiving. And tonight, Logan… it burns for you.
He walks off frame as the crowd noise swells.
It was the match that left the entire SCW Universe stunned. The dominant, battle-tested World Bombshell Champion Kayla Richards entered Summer XXXTreme XIII ready to humble the brash rookie who’d won the 2025 Blast From the Past Tournament—but Frankie Holliday had other plans. What unfolded was a relentless, high-octane clash from the opening bell to the final count, filled with nonstop action, shocking resilience, and a twist no one—except Frankie herself—believed possible. When the dust settled and the unthinkable happened, the world watched in disbelief as the rookie stood tall, holding the championship high over a fallen legend. For sheer shock value, heart-stopping intensity, and the upset that rocked SCW to its core, the World Bombshell Championship bout between Kayla Richards and Frankie Holliday earns the 2025 WTF/Holy Sh*t Moment of the Year.
When SCW promised Summer XXXTreme XIII would make history, no one expected this. The Overboard Battle Royal brought together Liam Davis, Logan Hunter, Aiden Reynolds, Justin Smith, Eddie Lyons, and Miles Kasey in one of the wildest, most unpredictable matches the company, or professional wrestling itself, had ever seen. The rules were simple but insane: to be eliminated, you had to be thrown overboard and into the waters of the Pacific Ocean below. Bodies splashed, chaos reigned, and fans couldn’t look away for a second. By the end of the maritime mayhem, it was Aiden Reynolds who emerged victorious, earning a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship and igniting a fierce rivalry with Helluva Bottom Carter that still burns strong today. For its sheer creativity, insanity, and unforgettable spectacle, the Overboard Battle Royal at Summer XXXTreme XIII rightfully sails away with the 2025 WTF/Holy Sh*t Moment of the Year.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Loser Leaves Sin City Wrestling Match!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: It is Pinfalls Count Anywhere ! No Disqualification!
The crowd cheers, eager for the promise of the upcoming carnage!
Lunam: I can’t believe what we’re about to see, Belinda! One of these two men is about to lose their livelihood to the other!
Simone: There was simply no other way around it! These two men simply cannot coexist!
Justin: Introducing first…!
Backstage in the Gorilla position, Logan Hunter stands in front of the heavy black curtain, rolling his shoulders, ready to make his entrance. He takes a single step toward the curtain and chaos erupts as Justin Smith barrels into Logan from behind, driving him face-first into a steel crate with a thunderous clang! The headset-wearing production crew scatters, shouting for space as the six-foot-four, 250-pound chaotic brawler roars, ripping Logan off the crate by the collar and throwing him across the narrow aisle!
Stagehand: Somebody get help!
Lunam: Bloody hell! Justin isn’t waiting!
Simone: Somebody get the official back there so this can begin!
Inside of the ring, the referee for this match, Dawn Barnes, quickly calls for the bell as she ducks outside of the ring and races to the back!
DING DING DING!
Lunam: And here we go!
Justin doesn’t care! The ambush is personal! He grabs a bundle of thick monitor cables and lashes them across Logan’s back like a whip! Once, twice! Each strike snapping through the air and leaving crimson lines on the back of Logan’s head and back! Logan writhes, clutching at his back, but Justin hauls him up by the hair and flings him into a folding table. Sending Hunter falling over it and it collapses under Logan’s weight with a wooden crack, splintering across the floor!
Simone: I think Logan just might have bitten off more than he can chew in a match like this against Justin Smith!
Logan tries to crawl away, using a headset cable for leverage, but Justin grabs it, wraps it around Logan’s throat, and yanks him back like a predator reclaiming his prey! Logan’s face turns crimson as Justin sneers, pressing his knee between Logan’s shoulder blades!
Lunam: He’s choking him out and there’s nothing Dawn can do to stop it!
Justin growls, dragging him up and launching him with a belly-to-belly suplex straight into a pile of crates! They burst open, sending cables, papers, and spare microphones flying! Logan slumps, coughing, but his instincts kick in. As Justin advances again, Logan kicks backward with a kick right between the legs, doubling the bigger man over with a guttural groan!
Lunam: That’ll stop ANY man! Even Justin Smith!
Logan staggers to his feet, eyes wild and chest heaving, wiping blood from his lip. He grabs a broken table leg and smacks Justin across the back with it! Once! Twice! The wood cracks in half, and Justin still doesn’t go down completely! Logan stumbles toward the entrance ramp curtain and Justin’s rage only grows! He grabs the production headset off the table, snaps the mic piece off, and slams the headset into the back of Logan’s skull! Logan crashes into a nearby rolling monitor stand, sending the video feed wobbling and distorting for a moment before cutting back!
Simone: Be careful now! If he costs us the video feed on this show of all show…!
Justin grabs Logan’s arm and drags him closer to the curtain, but Logan Hunter, ever the opportunist, drives his elbow backward into Justin’s ribs and rakes his nails across the bigger man’s eyes! Justin stumbles a step, roaring in fury, and Logan escapes his grasp just long enough to grab one last folding chair from beside the curtain. He spins and cracks it across Justin’s head with a brutal crack! Justin fights his way back to his feet and Logan swings around, bringing the chair across his back! The blow sends Justin staggering forward and falls toward the curtains!Lunam: Here they come!
Simone: Clear a path!
The curtains burst open in a violent explosion of chaos! Logan Hunter stumbles out first, gripping the bent steel chair that just laid out his opponent seconds ago! Logan practically struts through the curtains to the foot of the stage and he holds the steel chair up high, basking in the crowd’s chaotic bloodlust!
Simone: The fans do not love Logan Hunter but they do love this carnage!
Lunam: It’s the only way Logan would ever get cheered!
Suddenly Justin Smith barrels through the curtain like a freight train and pulverizes Logan from behind with a monstrous clothesline, snapping the smaller man forward and sending him tumbling halfway down the steel ramp! Justin grabs a steel chair from the side of the ramp and he raises it high and slams it down across Logan’s back - repeatedly! The final chair shot bends the weapon nearly in half before Justin tosses it aside and he lets out a primal roar! He grabs Logan by the waistband and hurls him down the ramp like a ragdoll, sending him rolling toward the midsection of the aisle!
Logan groans, clutching his ribs, his arrogance long gone! But his cunning isn’t. As Justin stomps right in after him, Logan catches him with a single leg takedown, causing Justin to trip and fall face-first against the barricade! Logan scrambles to his knees, spots a trash can lid beside one of the stage props, and brings it crashing down onto Justin’s skull! Logan swings for a second blow but Justin catches the lid mid-swing and rips it from Logan’s hands before headbutting him flush on the bridge of the nose! Logan’s nose EXPLODES in red and he falls to his knees, clutching his face!
Lunam: He might have just broken Logan’s nose!
Simone: At this point I would say a broken nose is the least of Logan’s concerns!
Justin grabs Logan by the neck and wraps his arms around his upper body, throwing him in an overhead suplex right onto the hard and unforgiving floor!
Lunam: Right on the spine! How is Hunter even moving?!
Justin drops down and makes the first cover, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Logan kicks out!
The brawler growls, slapping the floor in frustration! He drags Logan up again, ready for another suplex, but Logan fires a desperate headbutt to the jaw, followed by a dropkick that sends Justin reeling back toward the barricade! Now Logan spots his salvation; a broken kendo stick discarded by a stagehand during setup. He picks it up, twirling it in his hands, and brings it down across Justin’s chest with a vicious crack! The sound sends the front-row fans into a frenzy! Justin’s skin reddens instantly, welts forming across his torso! Logan grins and charges but Justin catches him in midair, twisting violently into a powerslam right onto the thin padding beside the ramp! Dawn drops down for another count!
ONE!
TWO!
Logan somehow powers out again, kicking his legs and rolling away in desperation!
Simone: I believe realization is finally setting in for Logan Hunter and what he got himself into!
The crowd is on its feet as Justin Smith drags Logan Hunter down the final stretch of the ramp!
Simone: This is completely unhinged!
Lunam: They’re coming right at us!
Justin throws Logan face-first onto the edge of the announce table! Logan’s body goes limp for a moment before he slumps to the floor! Justin grabs a broadcast headset from the table and yanks it so hard that the cable snaps! He slaps the headset across Logan’s face like a whip, then tosses it into the crowd before planting a heavy boot stomp to Logan’s chest!
Simone: My God! This isn’t even wrestling anymore!
Lunam: Was it ever!?
Justin turns and snatches Lunam’s own steel chair and brings it down with a sickening crack across Logan’s shoulder! Logan lets out a raw shout of pain, rolling away toward the base of the table! The crowd is eating this up! Justin hauls Logan to his feet by his hair, but Logan, slick and spiteful, drives his elbow backward into Justin’s ribs, knocking him back just far enough for Hunter to lash out with a perfectly executed Superkick right to the face! Justin goes down hard onto his back, but Logan isn’t finished! He grabs Justin by the legs and turns him around. Logan then falls back and sends Justin crashing head and chest first into the steel ring steps! The steps crash and almost topple over, but Justin does fall over onto the floor, clutching at his upper body! Logan with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Justin kicks out!
Simone: Justin Smith is still in this!
Logan slaps the mat, furious! He pulls himself up using the table edge and rips a monitor out of its housing, sparks flickering from the torn cable! He smashes it down across Justin’s back, the plastic casing cracking on impact! Logan tosses the broken monitor aside and points down at the table. He drags Justin onto the announce table, sending the broadcasters scrambling!
Simone: Come on now! This is a brand new table!
Lunam: Seriously!? THAT’S what you’re worried about!?
Logan hooks Justin’s arms, going for a dragon powerbomb through the table. He grits his teeth, trying to lift but Justin resists, planting his boots wide! Justin breaks the hold—double underhook counter! He flips the momentum, hoisting Logan into the air and slamming him down with an Air Raid Crash straight through the announce table!
Simone: DAMN IT!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men lie motionless in the wreckage, fragments of the table scattered across the floor! Justin rolls slowly onto his stomach, panting, his muscles trembling with exhaustion! He crawls toward Logan’s limp body and drapes an arm across his chest!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Logan kicks out by a fraction of a second, barely lifting his shoulder!
Lunam: How!? How is Logan still in this!?
The audience can’t believe it! Neither can Justin! He stares blankly at the referee, blood dripping from his temple, then slams his fist on the remains of the table! Justin slowly rises to his feet, breathing heavily, eyes locked on the wreckage. Justin wipes blood from his mouth, his chest heaving! Across the debris, Logan Hunter crawls toward the barricade, his face smeared with sweat and splinters of wood! Dawn Barnes follows cautiously, shouting for them to take it back toward the ring but Justin has other plans! The six-foot-four brawler yanks Logan up by the back of his neck and flings him forward with every ounce of pent-up rage! Logan flips over the ringside barricade, crashing into the first row of fans! Drinks spill, popcorn flies, and the arena erupts as Justin climbs right over after him, boots stomping into the concrete aisle!
Simone: They’re in the crowd! The match has left ringside!
Security scrambles to hold back fans, but it’s already chaos! Justin grabs a souvenir popcorn tub from a fan’s hand and slams it over Logan’s head, kernels bursting like confetti! The crowd howls with laughter and bloodlust as Justin rains down punches, his knuckles echoing off Logan’s skull! Logan fires back with desperation, an eye rake that blinds the bigger man momentarily, then grabs a folded security barrier and shoves it into Justin’s midsection! The metal clangs like a bell, sending Justin reeling backward into the aisle. Logan, gasping for air, stumbles up a few steps, clutching the railing for balance! Justin shakes off the hit and charges up after him, catching Logan halfway up the steps! He grabs him by the back of the head and bounces his skull off a handrail with a ringing clang! Logan slumps, dazed, his body hanging awkwardly between the rails! Logan swings wildly, connecting with a forearm smash that staggers Justin! Logan staggers back toward the center aisle, clutching his ribs, and swings a desperate punch but Justin ducks beneath it and drives a boot into Logan’s gut! Justin hauls Logan up as if for an atomic drop and posts him right there on the handrail!
Lunam: BLOODY HELL! Ohhh it SUCKS to be Logan Hunter!!
Simone: payback I am certain for that low blow from earlier!
Justin charges forward and clotheslines Logan clean off the handrail! The impact sends Logan flipping backward, crashing onto the concrete steps in a heap of limbs and agony! Justin stands over him, breathing heavily, one hand gripping the bent railing, the other raised in a triumphant snarl! Justin then grabs a handful of Logan’s bloodied curls and drags him upright and the two men start stalking up the steps, one willing and the other less so! Justin Smith is relentless, dragging Logan Hunter through a sea of roaring fans! Ushers and security scramble to clear a path, but the brawl is far beyond containment now!
A wide overhead shot shows hundreds of fans gathered around the upper deck as the fight bursts into the Merchandise Stand area. Posters, action figures, and event T-shirts hang neatly in rows … that is until Justin throws Logan through them like a missile! A rack of limited-edition High Stakes XV shirts topples, crashing over the counter and scattering merch workers!
Lunam: Do you think I can get one on discount since it hit the floor?
Simone: SERIOUSLY!?
Logan rolls over the tiled floor, his back slamming against the front of the counter! Justin snatches a cash box lid from the counter and slaps it across Logan’s head, the metallic clang echoing in the concourse! Logan drops to a knee, clutching his temple, and Justin follows up with a brutal closed fist to the side of the head, sending Hunter sprawling! Justin reaches for him but Logan reaches blindly for anything nearby. His hand finds a display of souvenir mugs, and he hurls one at Justin’s head. It smashes against his shoulder with a burst of ceramic shards. Another mug follows and another until the table is empty!
Simone: Logan is using anything and everything he can get his hands on just to survive!
Justin finally charges through the barrage, barreling into Logan and slamming him into the T-shirt rack with a crushing spear! Shirts and hangers explode into the air as fans scream and cheer! Both men are drenched in sweat and breathing like animals now, surrounded by the wreckage of souvenirs and broken merch tables! Justin wipes blood from his nose and hauls Logan upright again … but Logan surprises him with a sudden thumb to the eye!
Lunam: Whatever it takes!
Justin stumbles back, blinded, giving Logan an opening. The cunning cheater grabs the broken cash box lid and smacks it across Justin’s jaw! The impact sends the bigger man reeling backward through the door that separates the merchandise area from the Concession Hall!
Fans in line scatter as the two burst through the snack counter like a hurricane! Justin barrels forward with a shoulder tackle, and both men slam into the popcorn vendor and his machine! The glass of the popcorn display shatters, kernels and butter flying everywhere!
Simone: The crowd is losing its mind!
Lunam: Of course! No more popcorn the rest of the night!
Logan then falls back blindly at the nachos vendor and as Justin comes in after him, Logan kicks him in the shin, dropping Smith to one knee! Logan grabs the big, steaming pot of melted, nacho cheese…!
Simone: Oh no! Nononononono!
And Logan turns the scalding hot cheese over and DUMPS it all over Justin!
Lunam: EVERYTHING tastes better with cheese!
Simone: Not even remotely funny, Erik! I can’t imagine the burns that just gave Justin Smith!
But fate is a cruel bitch as Logan throws the pot down - and promptly slips in the spilled cheese and falls, hitting hard on his own head and back! Despite the agonizing pain he is in, Justin drags himself over to the stunned Justin and throws down, driving fist after fist into Logan’s exposed head, dripping hot cheese everywhere!
Lunam: That’s not something you see every day!
Justin then fights his way to his feet, dragging Logan up along with them as Smith kicks the nearest door open and they continue their fight into the back hall! The camera scrambles to follow the chaos as Justin Smith drags a bloodied, staggering Logan Hunter through the arena’s service corridor! Fans bang on the barricades nearby, shouting, chanting, reaching for any glimpse of the mayhem!
Instant pandemonium erupts! Crew members scatter as monitors topple and cables snap underfoot! The glare of stage lights and the hum of heavy machinery fill the space! Logan tumbles across the floor, colliding with a rolling table stacked with equipment! Logan crawls away, barely upright, his body trembling! Justin storms in after him, grabbing a broom from the wall and swinging it like a sledgehammer! The wooden handle snaps in half across Logan’s ribs! Logan falls against a large luggage crate and as Justin moves in, Logan kicks him in the midsection! Justin is windows and the desperate Logan opens the lid of the crate, sticks Justin’s head in between and slams it shut! The lid hitting the back of his skull hard! Justin stumbles back, clearly out of it as he falls back against the wall! Logan looks around, panting, eyes flicking toward the nearby forklift parked under a hanging light. He hops into the forklift, turning the key still left in the ignition. The engine sputters to life, startling the production crew watching from a distance! Logan revs the lift and drives forward, pressing Justin back into the wall, pinning the pallet against the wall with Justin sandwiched in between and unable to move! Justin thrashes, trapped! Logan climbs out and onto the pallet where he leverages himself, pressing his feet against the exposed upper body of Justin! Logan yells at Dawn to count! The referee looks on, uncertain, then sees Justin’s shoulders pinned flush against the concrete wall! Dawn hesitates, then obliges!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Lunam: Did Logan Hunter just pin Justin Smith STANDING UP!?
Simone: I believe he did!
Justin: Here is your winner! LOGAN HUNTER!!!
Simone: And sad to say but in losing this match, no matter how unorthodox, the career of Justin Smith is now over!
Justin hangs motionless against the wall, pinned upright like a trophy mount. Officials rush in, waving for medics, while Logan raises both arms and shouts! The camera pans out over the carnage, broken equipment, sparks dying out, blood smeared across the concrete and fades to black on the most unorthodox victory in SCW history!
Backstage hallway with dim lighting, closeup camera on Mercedes Vargas. Camera slowly zooms in on the Hall of Famer as she leans casually against the wall, arms crossed but relaxed, eyes locked on the camera with steady calm.
Mercedes: You want to know what all the fuss is about? Let me make it crystal clear.
She pushes off the wall smoothly, maintaining eye contact but with a relaxed smirk. Her voice is casual but carries an edge.
Mercedes: It’s me, Mercedes Vargas, standing tall where the spotlight’s brightest and the competition’s weakest. Harper Mason and Victoria Lyons? Just names on my path to greatness. Harper, you've been talking a big game, but everyone knows you’re nothing but background noise.
She paces slowly, gesturing softly but purposefully with her hands to underline her words. Her expression shifts to amused disbelief.
Mercedes: And Victoria, here you are begging for crumbs from my table like a stray. Desperate is putting it nicely. You would sell your soul for a sliver of my spotlight, but, mamita, this ring’s a stage, not a charity show.
The camera shifts to a medium close-up as she pauses, lowers her voice just a touch, and tilts her head with a knowing look. With deliberate ease, Mercedes unfastens the Bombshell Internet Championship from around her waist and rests it confidently on her shoulder.
Mercedes: I’m not just defending this title. I'm seconds away from shattering Roxi Johnson’s records for all-time wins and PPV victories in Sin City Wrestling. Woman of the Year? It’s basically mine already. And Harper, Victoria? You’re just standing in the way of history.
She slows her pace briefly, voice smooth but charged with ambition.
Mercedes: And if things go right tonight, Crystal Zdunich and I will both walk out of High Stakes as champions—me with the Bombshell Internet title, and Crystal taking the World Bombshell Championship from Frankie Holliday.
She meets the camera’s gaze and offers a confident, knowing smirk, crossing her arms loosely. She holds the moment just long enough to let it land, then nods subtly.
Mercedes: I’m not here to play nice or pretend this is a fair fight. I’m the Bombshell Internet Champion for a reason — because when you step in the ring with me, you’re stepping into a spotlight that exposes every weakness you try to hide. So, Harper and Victoria bring your best, or don’t bother showing up at all — because Mercedes Vargas? I’m the reality check you didn’t ask for but desperately need. When this is over, it won’t be just a win. It’ll be a lesson. And trust me, lessons from me don’t come cheap.
What began as a competitive clash for the World Heavyweight Championship spiraled into one of the most shocking and personal rivalries in SCW history. Once bonded by brotherhood under the Wolfslair banner, Finn Whelan and Alex Jones’ friendship imploded when Alex snapped at Inception VII, getting himself disqualified after a brutal steel chair assault on his longtime ally. The fallout was immediate and explosive! Finn’s revenge came in the form of a full-scale rampage that left the Wolfslair gym in ruins, a symbolic strike against the very foundation they built together. Their war reached its crescendo at Blaze of Glory XIV, where Alex Jones did the unthinkable by defeating Finn Whelan to end his record-setting World Heavyweight Championship reign. It was betrayal, vengeance, and heartbreak rolled into one unforgettable saga, making Finn Whelan vs. Alex Jones the 2025 WTF/Holy Sh*t Moment of the Year.
Justin: The following match is a triple threat match for the Bombshell Internet Championship.
The arena lights dim as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, she has her "pet" Darian on a leash as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.
Justin: Introducing first from Charlotte, North Carolina. She is one of the challengers Victoria Lyons!!!
Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, she is the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh applauds his charge from the outside as she stares over at Victoria.
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, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.
Justin: Making her way to the ring (or depending on where Mercedes is when the ring announcer begins the introduction, Coming down the aisle, About to enter the ring), from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, the current and defending Internet Champion MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains
Jacob Summers stands in the middle of the ring and holds the Internet Championship high into the air. All three women just gaze up at the title before he hands it to somebody at ringside.
DING DING DING!
The bell begins to sound loudly as the match officially becomes underway.
Mercedes and Victoria glance at one another as they emerge out of their corner and just stand face to face with one another. They begin to speak trash to one of another and it isn’t that long until they smirk at one another and both turn their attention to Harper Mason who is standing alone in her corner. Harper just offers a grin as she explodes out of the corner as the two villainess bombshells make their way towards her. Mason sprints and she takes them both down with a double clothesline which swoops both women off of their feet.
Simone: Mercedes and Victoria tried to single out Harper!
Lunam: But the Slaytanic Avenger showed that she can hold her own!
Harper offers a yell that reaches to the people sitting in the nosebleeds at the TCC arena. Harper however focuses on Mercedes who is struggling to rise to her feet. She jumps on top of her with a Lou Thesz press and begins to rain down with consistent lefts and rights on top of her forehead. The champion tries to cover up but Lyons grabs Harper by the hair and yanks her off of the champion. Mason turns her attention over to the former Roulette Champion and offers her some Martial Arts kicks but Victoria is able to block every single one of them before she strikes back with a wicked forearm smash that catches Harper right across the throat. Mason reaches for her neck in pain as Victoria wraps her arms around Mason and slings to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Harper crashes down on the mat but what she doesn’t see is that Vargas is already on her feet, and standing right behind Victoria.
Simone: Victoria manages to gain an upper hand but she also needs to keep her eyes on Mercedes.
Lunam: That’s the problem with 3 way matches; you need to have eyes on everyone!
Victoria turns around to check on the status of Mercedes and that is when she walks into a super kick! It takes Victoria off of her feet and she tries to rise back up to her feet but she is in a dazed state.
Simone: BE STILL MY HEART! I think we all know what’s coming next!
Lunam: Mercedes it trying to end this as quickly as possible!
Victoria somehow makes it to a vertical stance but Mercedes is standing up and is in position. She lifts Victoria up and onto her back. She turns to look directly into the lens of the camera before a wicked grin is formed. Without hesitation she sends Lyons crashing down to the mat with her Black Rose Overdrive. Lyons hits the mat with a loud thud but the force of the Burning Hammer causes the Charlotte native to hit the canvas and she rolls out of the ring. Mercedes walks over to the turnbuckles and can’t believe that Victoria is outside the ring. The Argentine Assassin contemplates going after her but Harper makes her think twice as she quickly scoops up Vargas into a tight school girl pin. Jacob Summers sees this and drops down to make a count.
Simone: Harper is trying to steal it here!
ONE!
TWO!
Lunam: No!!! Mercedes is able to kick out, and we were so close to having a new champion!
Mercedes can’t believe it as she quickly tries to make it to her feet. The technical luchadora sends a buzz saw kick in Mason’s direction but the young star grabs the leg and swoop’s the champion off of her feet. She brings Mercedes up to her feet and proceeds to place the champion underneath an arm as she looks for a ddt. Vargas fights point delivering constant lefts and rights to Harper’s side as she positions herself and flips Harper backwards for a Northern Lights Suplex. Mason lands on her feet but she walks into another forearm smash when she sees Victoria is on the apron. Harper’s head snaps back and she turns around into Vargas who lifts Mason up into the air for a vertical suplex. She holds Harper in the air for a few moments showcasing some of her strength but Victoria refuses to be ignored as she climbs to the top of the ropes. She leaps off with a cross body and lands right on top of Harper with a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Vargas snatches the Lyoness off of Harper bringing her back to her feet. The two exchange words with one another before Victoria has had enough of Mercedes mouth. She sends her foot in between Vargas with a stiff kick that drops Vargas to the mat.
Simone: What a blatant low blow!
Lunam: But in a triple threat match there are no rules so it is all legal in this one!
Victoria lifts Mercedes back up and brings her to her feet. She sends the woman towards the corner and she follows up by doing a backflip into a corner elbow that catches the champion in the face. Victoria smirks as she lifts Mercedes on top of the corner turnbuckle. Victoria climbs up after her as the two of them are standing at the top of the corner. Victoria lifts Vargas up and tucks her underneath an arm but Harper is already back on her feet she quickly runs over to the corner and positions herself to power bomb Victoria. Lyons lifts Vargas over her head for a suplex at the same exact time that Harper power bomb’s Victoria and all of the women come crashing down on top of the mat. The crowd is stunned and on their feet as each of the three women are laid out on the canvas.
Simone: Victoria suplexes Mercedes off of the top rope at the same time that Harper power bomb’s Victoria.
Lunam: I would say all three of these are out of it but Harper is the first to move.
Harper stacks Vargas on top of Victoria before quickly spring boarding to the top of the turnbuckles. She leaps off of the top with a 450 splash and lands on the stacked opponents. She remains on top of them for a pin fall.
Simone: Sun Eater!!!!
Lunam: Is that enough?!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Somehow Vargas is able to throw a shoulder up and Harper isn’t done as she yanks Vargas off of Victoria and proceeds to pin Lyons now.
ONE!
TWO!
THR….
Now Victoria is the one to kick out of the move and Harper can’t believe it as she glances over at Jacob Summers who firmly shows her two fingers. Harper once again is in denial but she slowly rises up to her feet as she looks out to the crowd who is cheering her on. She turns her attention to her opponent’s as she sees Victoria crawling away but Mercedes to be in a much worse position taking the full brunt of the 450 splash. She lifts the woman up as she looks out into the audience.
Simone: Harper is looking to end everything right here!
Lunam: If she can connect with whatever she has planned she might be walking out as the new Bombshell Internet Champion!
She has Mercedes up but Mercedes suddenly shows life as she quickly brings Harper up and over her shoulders. She looks for another Black Rose Overdrive, and proceeds to drop her towards the ground but Harper is able to land on her feet. Mason grabs a hold of Mercedes and she goes for an Irish whip before yanking her back into her Ripcord Diamond Cutter.
Simone: CROWD KILLER!!!
Lunam: You got Mercedes where you want her! Pin her so you can become champion!
Mason sends Mercedes crashing down to the mat and as soon as she pops back up to her feet what she doesn’t expect and nobody else does for that matter is that Victoria Lyons flies off of the top rope and grabs a hold of Harper nailing her with her Top Rope Stunner. Harper pops up before the impact sends her rolling out of the ring.
Simone: Where in the hell did Victoria Lyons come from?!
Lunam: Nova Burst, and I think Lyons is going to steal it here!
qVictoria quickly hops on top of Mercedes and hooks a leg for the pin. Jacob Summers sees this and drops down to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Simone: I don’t believe it we have a new Internet Champion!
Lunam: The Queen for a Day and longtime Queen of Roulette has now officially become the Queen of the Internet. I know we won’t hear the end of this!
Justin: And the winner of this match and NEW INTERNET CHAMPION, VICTORIA LYONS!!!
Jacob Summers hands Victoria her newly won title. She snatches it and raises it over her head. Harper holds her head as she looks back at Victoria in shock as Lyons has stolen this one. Mercedes sits in the corner in disappointment as Victoria rolls out of the ring to the sound of massive boos.
From the moment he stepped into the ring, Liam Davis made it clear that he wasn’t here to blend in, he was here to dominate. Facing off against established names like LJ Kasey, Justin Smith, and others, Liam held his own and then some, earning respect through sheer intensity and raw talent. Though his temper has become part of his legend, 2025 proved that he can harness that fury with precision, turning rage into results and leaving a trail of fallen opponents in his wake. Ruthless, relentless, and unafraid to take on anyone, Liam Davis has shown that he’s not just the future. He’s the danger lurking in every champion’s shadow. For his breakout performances and undeniable rise, Liam Davis stands tall as the 2025 Future Star of the Year.
Simone: And we are just about ready for one of TWO World Championship matches to culminate this historic evening!
The camera heads to ringside to see Drew Patton stepping through the ropes to officiate this upcoming contest.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the World Bombshell Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Introducing first…!
The entire arena fades to black as we are left in nothing but darkness. All of a sudden Crystal's voice can be heard all throughout the speaker systems.
"Your smile makes my heart explode!"
As soon as that is said explosions can be heard going off as we are treated to some flame pyros. The fans boo loudly in return.
Justin: Introducing the challenger! She is "the Burning Rose"! Crystal Caldwell!
Smile Bomb by Caitlyn Myers plays across the speakers and it is at that moment when the blue haired "Burning Rose" Crystal Caldwell walks from the curtains. Crystal smiles as she waves her hands to the overly excited crowd. She claps the outstretched hands of the fans. She runs up the stairs and walks to the middle of the apron. She flicks her hair before she drops down into a split that gains even more cheers. She slides into the ring and as soon as she is inside she kips up to her feet. She tosses her hoodie towards Todd as she awaits the start of the match. Todd cheers for his client as she seems to be in a trance.
Simone: Crystal Caldwell, despite all personal issues outside of this business, managed to secure the win in the High Stakes Tournament and she now has the chance to become the first-ever six-time World Champion!
Lunam: But she has to go through the woman that beat “the Dreamkiller” to do it!
Justin: And her opponent...!
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! She is the reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion! 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.
Drew Patton is handed the World Championship belt by Frankie and he holds it up to all corners of the TCC Arena, the cheers of anticipation only growing louder! Drew then passes the gold out to the timekeeper and calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, and the roar of the Tucson crowd shakes the rafters. The air crackles with energy as Frankie Holliday, the reigning World Bombshell Champion, circles the ring with a measured, predatory confidence. Across from her, Crystal Caldwell smirks, tugging the ropes once, twice, testing the tension like a cat about to pounce. The two heels meet in the center ring, the atmosphere thick with arrogance and mutual disdain.
Simone: These two women do not like each other?
Lunam: Have they ever actually met before?
Simone: I don't think so but since when has that ever stopped them?
Frankie swings first, a looping right hand meant to rock Crystal early! Caldwell ducks under, fast as lightning, and rebounds off the ropes. She goes for a flying crossbody but Frankie catches her in midair, grinning cruelly. The champion plants her with a thunderous body slam, the canvas quaking beneath the impact and Crystal arching her back in pain. Frankie stands tall, flexing one arm as she mouths off to the front row. The Tucson crowd rains boos!
Simone: I am fully aware how cocky Frankie Holliday is but she has to be careful when in there with a predator like Crystal Caldwell!
Crystal rolls to her feet and rushes in, snapping a quick enziguri that smacks off the side of Frankie’s head. The crowd gasps. Frankie stumbles into the corner, clutching her ear and the back of her head! Crystal gets a running start and cartwheels across the mat and lands a standing dropkick right to Frankie’s jaw! Frankie falls back hard and slumps into the corner! Crystal poses, arms outstretched, a smug grin crossing her face as the fans boo!
Lunam: Crystal does love her adulation!
But Frankie recovers with a flash of rage! She grabs a fistful of Crystal’s hair and yanks her into the turnbuckles face-first! The snap of Crystal’s forehead hitting the pad echoes sharply. Frankie unloads with heavy forearms across the back, the crowd wincing with every heavy blow before she grabs Crystal by the hair and drives her face into the top turnbuckle! She spins Caldwell around and hooks her up into a front facelock and sends her flying with a snap suplex, floating into a pin!
ONE!
Crystal kicks out almost immediately!
Crystal scrambles backward, glaring daggers at the champion. Frankie advances, swinging again, but Crystal sidesteps and hits a single leg takedown, dropping Frankie flat, face first! The challenger springs to the ropes— and launches herself off into a springboard armdrag! Frankie rolls through, but Crystal’s already back up, and jumps into the ropes for another aerial maneuver, this time a springboard hurricarana!
Lunam: Right now Crystal us wrestling circles around Frankie!
Simone: For now.
The crowd starts buzzing now, the rhythm of Crystal’s speed and showmanship catching fire. She taunts Frankie, pointing to the top rope. The champion growls, lunging forward, but Crystal leapfrogs her, runs up the turnbuckles, and spins off for a flawless springboard moonsault that crashes onto Frankie’s standing form, both women tumbling to the mat and Crystal hooking the inside leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Frankie powers out with authority, shoving Crystal off like tossing away a fly! She wipes her mouth and finds blood on her lip. The smirk fades, the brawler’s temper ignites!
Lunam: She made her bleed her own blood!
Simone: Alright, Nelson!
Frankie grabs Crystal by the wrist and reels her in, almost decapitating her with a short-arm clothesline! Frankie drags Crystal up again, only to short-arm clothesline her again! With Crystal flat on her back and Frankie standing over her, she is in prime position for a standing leg drop across Crystal’s head and neck! The champion doesn’t bother with grace, just brute punishment! She hauls Crystal up by the hair and slams her down with a sitout spinebuster that shakes the ring! Frankie with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Crystal gets her shoulder up!
Frankie rises, dragging Crystal up with her, locking in an Octopus Stretch in the middle of the ring!
Lunam: Could we see a submission here!?
Simone: Looking at how Frankie has Crystal’s head and back twisted around, who would blame her?
The audience gasps as Crystal bends unnaturally, the champion’s strength on full display! Frankie wrenches the hold tighter, shouting at Drew Patton to ask Crystal if she quits! The referee crouches and asks but Crystal snarls a defiant “No!” and wriggles desperately, swinging her legs! Finally, she hooks the ropes with her fingers, forcing a break! Drew orders it but Frankie holds out! Drew then counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Frankie holds until four, relishing every second, until she relents and dumps Caldwell to the mat! Crystal uses the ropes to pull herself upright, clutching her side and head. Frankie grabs her and sends the challenger into the ropes! Crystal comes off and Holliday scoops her up but Crystal counters in midair with a Tiltawhirl DDT! The crowd explodes at the impact, Frankie’s head bouncing off the mat! Crystal with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Frankie kicks out!
Lunam: Not yet!
Simone: The champion is still in this one!
Both women lie still, sucking in the oxygen and buying precious time as Drew starts his count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!....
Crystal rolls to her stomach, crawling toward the corner. She climbs to the top rope, the crowd rising with her. Crystal steadies herself, measures, and leap the moment that the champion turns around! METEORA! Frankie’s legs are trapped under Crystal’s arms for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Frankie got her shoulders up!
Simone: Dear GOD that was close!
Crystal slams her palms on the mat in frustration! She stands, jaw clenched, then grabs Frankie’s hair and tosses her halfway across the ring. The crowd boos loudly at the blatant hair pull. The challenger waves mockingly to the fans, shouting, “Cry about it!” before delivering a snapmare, again using Frankie’s hair as a handle. She charges forward for a running dropkick to the seated Frankie’s face!
Crystal goes for another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Frankie throws a shoulder up!
Snarling, Crystal decides to fly again. She climbs to the apron and waits! Frankie slowly stands up and Crystal jumps and springboards, only for Frankie to punch her midair!
Lunam: What a SHOT!
Simone: I would not be surprised if Crystal was out cold after that shot!
The brawler’s right hand lands square in Crystal’s face, cutting her rotation short and dropping her flat! Frankie smirks, shaking her stinging hand! She drags Crystal up by the tights and plants her with a powerbomb! She jackknifes Crystal in half for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Crystal barely escapes!
Simone: Crystal would not have such a legacy behind her if she could not take it as well as dish it out!
Now it’s Frankie’s turn to seethe! She slaps the mat and climbs to her feet, pacing like a predator! She grabs Crystal again and Irish whips her into the corner and follows with a running forearm to the back of the neck! Crystal slumps into the turnbuckle, half-conscious. Frankie yanks her out and hoists her for a gutbuster, dropping Crystal stomach-first over her knee! Frankie taunts the crowd now, yelling and slams her boot down on Crystal’s spine for emphasis! Crystal writhes, gasping and crawling toward the ropes. Frankie grabs her ankle and twists, locking in an ankle lock, twisting and grinding her foot! The referee drops beside them, asking if Crystal wants to give up but Crystal shakes her head violently, face twisted in agony and clawing at the canvas inch by inch!
Lunam: She’s going to tap! She’s going to tap!
But Crystal reaches and just BARELY grabs the bottom rope!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Frankie doesn’t release until four again, savoring the referee’s reprimand! Crystal gasps for breath, clutching the rope! Frankie grabs her by the hair again, dragging her upright! But Crystal fires off a desperate Shotei strike! The blow staggers the champion and Crystal follows up with a dive for the middle rope and flying off for a springboard back elbow! Frankie staggers! Crystal sprints again into the ropes and this time hits a springboard hurricarana and right into an immediate rollup!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Frankie escapes the pin!
Simone: Neither one of these women want to give up here tonight!
Crystal waits and lurks for the champion to rise. Once she does, Crystal charges but Frankie catches her out of nowhere with the End of Days from out of nowhere! She drags Crystal toward the corner, picks her up and deposits her on the top turnbuckle and starts climbing. The crowd rises, sensing the finish! Frankie sets her for a superplex when…!
Simone: wait, what’s going on!?
Lunam: Something is happening at ringside!
Zenna Zdunich and Mercedes Vargas, who’ve been lurking ringside all match, suddenly collide near the commentary table! Zenna swings a wild slap, Mercedes tackles her into the barricade, and both women start brawling furiously! The referee instantly slides out of the ring, shouting at them to stop!
Lunam: I was WONDERING how long it would take for all hell to break loose with Crystal’s friend and her family!
Inside the ring, Frankie perches on the top rope with Crystal hooked in! She looks over, shouting at the official to get back in position! The distraction costs her as Crystal rakes Frankie’s eyes! The champion yells out, blinded! Crystal stands up and braces, then jumps forward and over forward and sunset powerbombs Frankie off the top rope!
Simone: Oh my God! The impact!
The crowd erupts, the ring shaking as the champion folds nearly in half upon impact! Crystal folds Frankie in half with a cover, screaming for the referee! Drew sees the pin and dives inside!
ONE!
Crystal places both feet on the ropes!
Lunam: DREW! Open your eyes!
TWO!
Crystal almost has the tights!
Simone: Not like this!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Lunam: DAMN!
The TCC Arena explodes in a mix of outrage and disbelief as Crystal Caldwell releases the hold, collapsing backward with a wicked grin! Frankie Holliday lies motionless, clutching her ribs, realization dawning too late! The referee raises Crystal’s hand and presents her with the championship belt amid the chorus of boos as Zenna and Mercedes are still being separated by security outside!
Justin: Here is your winner! And NEEWWWWWW World Bombshell Champion! Crystal! CALDWELL!!!!!
The crowd keeps booing as Crystal stands, arms raised, her music blasting. The new World Bombshell Champion basks in the storm of heat, every jeer like applause to her ears! And beneath the lights of the TCC Arena, Frankie Holliday stirs, rage burning behind her dazed eyes as Crystal Caldwell backs up the ramp, gold in hand, and guiltless!
Simone: Crystal Caldwell has done it! The first-EVER six-time World Champion!
The camera fades into the hallway outside the private dressing room of the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter. The gold-plated nameplate gleams under the overhead lights, and a faint hum of activity echoes down the corridor. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Carter steps out in full gear, feathered jacket, violet cowboy hat and shades over his eyes, title slung over his shoulder … only to immediately be greeted by a thick, rolling cloud of pungent smoke.
He coughs and waves his free hand, squinting through the haze.
HBCarter: Oh my god! What is that!? Eau de Dumpster Fire?
As the fog clears just enough, standing there, blinking slowly and grinning like he just discovered colors for the first time, is none other than Stoner” Scott Oliver, clutching his mic in one hand and what looks like an empty snack wrapper in the other.
Stoner Scott Oliver: Heeey, champ. You, uh… you look radiant, man.
Carter chuckles, side-eyeing him.
HBCarter: You know that stuff’s gonna kill you one day, right?
Scott shrugs lazily.
Stoner Scott Oliver: Yeah, maybe… but it’d kill me to stop, dude.
Carter laughs again, then raises a hand.
HBCarter: Hold that thought.
He disappears back into his dressing room for a beat. From inside comes the faint sound of rummaging. A moment later, Carter reemerges triumphantly holding one of those tiny handheld fans, glittery purple, naturally. He flips the switch and holds it up like a weapon, sending a steady gust toward Scott and blowing the smoke up the hallway.
HBCarter: There. Now at least my pores can breathe. You were saying?
Scott snickers, nodding, a little dazed but focused enough to remember he’s technically working.
Stoner Scott Oliver: Right, right… so, Carter, tonight, main event. Your first time headlining High Stakes! How’s the champ feelin’, man?
Carter leans back against the wall, adjusting the championship belt on his shoulder. His tone shifts, confident, but honest.
HBCarter: Nervous. And I should be. High Stakes isn’t just another pay-per-view, it’s the mountain. It’s where legends make their name, and sometimes where they fall. You can’t walk into this show pretending you’re bulletproof. That’s how people lose their crowns. So yeah, I’m nervous… but that’s what keeps me sharp. That’s what keeps me alive out there.
Scott nods along, impressed.
Stoner Scott Oliver: Deep, bro… like, ocean deep.
Carter smirks.
HBCarter: You gonna quote that on a t-shirt later?
Stoner Scott Oliver: Maybe, man. So uh … Aiden Reynolds. Last time you guys met, it got intense. You think you’re ready for what he’s bringing this time around?
Carter straightens, his posture tightening with that familiar champion’s fire.
HBCarter: Scott, Aiden Reynolds is a machine. He’s one of the best this company’s ever seen. And yeah, I know exactly what he’s capable of because I’ve been on the receiving end of it. He’s hungry, he’s focused, and he wants this title more than anything. But that’s just it…
He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
HBCarter: He better make sure he’s ready for me. Because last time, I beat him. Tonight, the end result will be the same. And when you’re the one holding the gold, you fight differently. You fight harder. Because this title means you already climbed the mountain once. And I’m not in the mood to come back down.
Stoner Scott Oliver: Whoa… that’s heavy. Like, spiritually and… literally.
Before Carter can respond, Janet the Makeup Lady strolls past, fanning her hand in front of her face as she catches the lingering aroma.
Janet the Makeup Lady: Oh lord, I am suddenly starving! I wonder why!?
Carter and Scott exchange glances. There’s a perfectly timed pause.
HBCarter: Coincidence!
Stoner Scott Oliver nods vigorously.
Among all SCW accolades, this one carries a special weight because it’s chosen by peers, by those who share the same passion and commitment to the game. In 2025, no one embodied that dedication quite like AJ. Balancing an incredibly busy schedule outside of SCW, he still managed to give his all to the fed, never missing a beat or a deadline. Through four distinct and compelling characters; Alex Jones, Aiden Reynolds, Alicia Lukas, and Kayla Richards, AJ continued to elevate every story he touched, weaving depth, emotion, and intensity into each role. His consistency, creativity, and respect for the craft have earned him admiration across the community. For his tireless effort and unwavering love of the hobby, AJ is proudly recognized as the 2025 RPer of the Year.
Justin: The following contest is for the SCW World Heavyweight championship!
The opening riff of Parkway Drive's "Vice grip" hits. The high speed gives way to Aiden Reynolds stepping out onto the stage, a fist in the air and a black leather jacket with "The Aussie Wolf" spray painted on the back. He moves his way down to the ring and as the refrain of the song hits he throws his arms out to the side as he and the crowd both chant.
"YEAAAH YEAH YEAH"
He leaps onto the apron and takes a few steps backwards before sling shoting himself into the ring and spinning around, he then stops and drops to one knee slamming his fist into the mat
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger… from the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… AIDEN REYNOLDS!
Lunam: Aiden won this tournament and now he’s got the rematch he’s wanted, and there’s just going to be he and Carter going for it all.
Simone: He was close before, tonight he looks prepared to finally take the title he’s fought so hard to gain.
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 SCW World heavyweight champion "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 laying across the top corner.
Lunam: Carter has been on a tear for nearly the whole year and a win here tonight caps that off in style.
Simone: But you have to wonder about Carter when it comes to endurance. Carter’s been running hard for a long time and the law of averages has to catch up with you at some point.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And here we go!
The two men lock eyes and go into a stare down. Neither man blinks, nor shows intimidation. They lock up and Aiden quickly takes an arm wringer. Carter snatches the leg of Aiden and trips him, jumping into a side headlock. Aiden shoots his legs up and wraps them around the neck of Carter, pulling him back. Carter rolls and the flips on top of Aiden, still in the headscissors, but on top for a pin.
ONE!
Aiden releases the headscissors to kicks out and Carter rolls away. The two stand up and lock up again. Carter takes a side headlock. Aiden quickly backs him into the ropes and shoots him off. Carter rebounds and ducks a clothesline. Carter keeps going and comes back and Aiden leapfrogs him. Aiden now bounces off the ropes and Carter leapfrogs him. Carter lands and quickly eats a boot to the mid-section from Aiden. Aiden attempts to throw Carter into the corner, but Carter reverses. Aiden stops, tips up and over and lands behind Carter. Carter them springboards and does a backflip to land over behind Aiden, but when he lands, Aiden turns and delivers a dropkick that drops Carter. Aiden goes for an elbow, but Carter moves! Carter is up and attempts an elbow, but Aiden moves. Both stand up, and it’s a stand-off.
Lunam: This has been very even. Neither wants to make that first mistake.
Simone: I would give that first little skirmish to Aiden though.
The two lock up again and Aiden takes the side headlock this time. Carter shoots a couple of forearms to the mid-section as he backs Aiden into the ropes. Carter shoots Aiden off and drops down. Aiden comes back and goes over the top. Aiden rebounds and Carter does a leapfrog again. Carter then bounces off the ropes and Aiden jumps to leapfrog him, but Carter stops short and hits an inverted atomic drop! Aiden clutches his crotch in pain as Carter bounces off the ropes, but Aiden mows him down with a vicious clothesline! Carter is stunned and rolls to the floor to regroup.
Lunam: That round clearly goes to Aiden and Carter has hit the floor!
Simone: It’s the mark of a champion. Slow the momentum down before it even starts.
Jasmine picks up the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Carter re-enters the ring, shaking out the cobwebs. They lock up again and Aiden takes the side headlock. Carter again backs him into the ropes and shoots him off. Carter attempts a dropkick, but Aiden holds onto the ropes! Carter splats on the canvas and sits up, only to catch a sliding forearm to the face! Carter rolls to the ropes, stunned and Aiden charges and clotheslines Carter over the ropes to the floor!
Lunam: Aiden is all over Carter in the early going!
Simone: If this keeps up, Aiden will be well on his way to ending this early!
Aiden is not done as he steps out onto the apron and measures up Carter and delivers a CANNONBALL OFF THE APRON TAKING CARTER DOWN!
Lunam: AIDEN TAKES TO THE AIR AND CARTER IS DOWN AGAIN!
Aiden is up, holding his lower abs and rolls into the ring. Aiden is laying in a heap and uses the guardrail to stand up. Jasmine goes to pick up the count, but Aiden waves it off, telling her he doesn’t want a countout win.
Lunam: Smart here from Aiden, he knows he can’t win the title on a countout.
Simone: But he’s got to capitalize with Carter vulnerable now.
Carter slowly uses the guardrail to stand up, and he shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs again. He goes to get back to the ring, but Aiden delivers a baseball slide and the impact sends Carter up and over the guardrail into the first row!
Lunam: Aiden still on the attack!
Simone: Carter looks off his game right now!
Aiden rolls under the ropes and grabs Carter, pulling him over the guardrail and tosses him into the ring. Aiden goes to get into the ring, but Carter throws a desperation low dropkick that catches Aiden in the side of the head!
Lunam: And Carter finally getting some offense in!
Simone: He’s almost in desperation mode already. He needs to make this count.
Carter slowly gets back to his feet, and delivers a stomp to Aiden as Aiden is getting back up. Carter throws several hard forearms and then a boot to the mid-section. Carter then delivers rapid-fire forearms before turning to the opposite ropes and attempting to springboard, but Aiden DROPKICKS CARTER MID-SPRING AND CARTER FLIES OVER THE ROPES AND CRASHES INTO THE GUARDRAIL!
Lunam: OH MAN! CARTER WENT FOR A BIG MOVE AND AIDEN WAS READY FOR IT!
Simone: Aiden is on his game tonight!
Jasmine again picks up the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Aiden collects himself and rolls out of the ring and pulls Carter up, but Carter manages to shove Aiden into the ring post! Aiden stumbles towards the guardrail and Carter charges and CLOTHESLINES AIDEN OVER THE GUARDRAIL INTO THE FIRST ROW!
Lunam: Nice clothesline and Carter finally has some breathing room!
Carter then nods to himself, to fire himself up. He rolls into the ring to break the count, and rolls back out, walks over and HITS A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY OFF THE GUARDRAIL ONTO AIDEN!
Lunam: Carter isn’t holding back either!
Simone: It’s High stakes, you have to pull out all the stops.
Carter is up first and makes it back over the guardrail and rolls into the ring. He slaps himself a few times to wake himself up. Aiden is able to climb over the guardrail as Jasmine again has the count going.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Aiden is able to roll into the ring and Carter wastes no time hitting a split-legged leg drop! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lunam: Aiden is still in this!
Carter is able to get up first and meets Aiden as he stands with a right hand. A second right hand drives Aiden to the corner. Carter sends Aiden across to the opposite corner and he hits hard. Carter charges, does a handspring through the air and attempts a clothesline, but Aiden moves! Carter catches himself and hops on the middle rope, but Aiden JUMPS UP BEHIND HIM AND DELIVERS A GERMAN SUPLEX OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE!
Lunam: GERMAN SUPLEX! OFF THE ROPES!
Simone: AIDEN MIGHT HAVE IT HERE!
Carter folds like an accordion, and Aiden slowly makes his way over and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- KICKOUT!
Lunam: NO! CARTER KICKS OUT!
Simone: I have to say though Jason... Aiden had really had the edge throughout this match. Carter has been fighting just to stay in the match.
Aiden questions Jasmine’s count, be she assures him it was only two as Carter did kick out. Aiden then grabs Carter as he is on his knees and shoves his head between his legs, perhaps looking for a piledriver or powerbomb, but Carter backdrops Aiden to escape. Carter stands, but Aiden ducks a clothesline. He delivers a boot, and hooks the head of Carter, looking for a DDT, but Carter fires off fists the mid-section of Aiden. He then hooks Aiden for a northern lights suplex, but Aiden counters that into a reverse DDT! Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- SHOULDER UP!
Lunam: Carter kicks out! Carter kicks out!
Simone: But again, Aiden was one step ahead!
Aiden shows a little frustration as he stands. He steps to the ropes and exits, and begins climbing. Carter stumbles to get to his feet, but rushes up climbing up with Aiden! The two battle it out, and CARTER HITS A DROPKICK FALLING OFF THE ROPES! IT SENDS AIDEN CRASHING TO THE OUTSIDE!
Lunam: OH MAN!
Simone: AIDEN HIT HARD AND THAT COULD BE A HUGE TURNING POINT IN THIS MATCH!
Jasmine again picked up the count
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Carter rolls to the floor as Aiden is up and leaning against the apron and helps toss him back into the ring. He covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- NO!
Aiden gets the shoulder up! Carter stands up, measuring Aiden and hits the Rose plant! Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- NO!
Aiden gets the shoulder up again!
Lunam: Aiden won’t stay down!
Simone: Neither is going to give up, but Carter can’t get frustrated, he needs to keep it up!
Carter is now frustrated as he stands up. He bounces off the ropes, jumps up and snaps off a Hurricanrana into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Aiden reverses into a sunset flip!
ONE!
TWO!
Aiden rolls back and stacks up Carter!
ONE!
TWO!
Carter kicks and flips Aiden back into a sunset flip!
ONE!
TWO!
Aiden kicks up and now on top!
ONE!
TWO!
Carter rolls back over and regains the sunset flip!
ONE!
TWO!
Aiden rolls back out. Both stand up, Carter swings and misses with a clothesline, Aiden goes behind and hits a bridging German suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE! NO! CARTER ROLLS OUT!
Lunam: SO MANY CLOSE FALLS AND NEITHER MAN WAS ABLE TO SCORE THE PIN!
Simone: An Unbelievable sequence!
Both lay on the mat, obviously exhausted. Aiden is the first to his feet and Carter is up as well. Aiden delivers a boot and hooks up a suplex, but Carter blocks. Carter attempts the suplex, but Aiden lands behind Carter. He goes for another German suplex, but Carter throws a wild elbow. He tried a second one, but Aiden ducks. Aiden then hooks Carter for a nothern lights suplex, but Carter blocks with an elbow to the back of the head, and then takes Aiden down with a spinning heel kick! Carter is up and bounces off the ropes and hits running senton! He covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE- NO! AIDEN IS OUT AGAIN!
Lunam: This is unreal!
Simone: These two are warriors!
Carter now questions Jasmine about the count as Aiden rolls to the corner to create some distance. Carter comes in with a couple of right hands, and sends Aiden across. Carter charges but eats boots! He staggers back, and Aiden charges a clothesline, but Carter ducks! He hits a back kick and runs from out of the corner, jumping up, but gets caught and PLANTED BY A DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER FROM AIDEN! ANOTHER COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO! CARTER ROLLS THE SHOULDER!
Lunam: CARTER KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Simone: I don’t know how much either man has left!
Aiden is now disheartened by the lack of a victory. He stands up and signals for the end. He pulls a woozy Carter up and hoists him onto his shoulders!
Lunam: GOLD COAST CUTTER COMING!
Simone: NO!
Carter comes to life and throws elbows to the side of the head, and slips down the back. He reaches down lifts up Aiden and delivers a back suplex! Carter pops up, bounces off the ropes and hits the Passion fruit! HE COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! NO! AIDEN BARELY ROLLS THE SHOULDER!
Lunam: AIDEN REFUSES TO STAY DOWN!
Simone: I DON’T KNOW IF EITHER OF THESE GUYS WILL LOSE TONIGHT!
Carter is undaunted as he stands up and heads to the corner and heads outside, he is just up there when Aiden runs in and crotches Carter on the ropes! Aiden then again hoists Carter onto his shoulders!
Lunam: GOLD COAST CUTTER!
Simone: LOOK!
Aiden goes to swing Carter, But Carter wraps his arms and legs around the arms of Aiden and pulls him down into a crucifix!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Lunam: CARTER WINS IT! OUT OF NOWHERE!
Simone: QUICK THINKING SAVED HIM!
Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL SCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! HELLUVA BOTTOM CARTER!
Carter lays on the mat as Aiden looks dejected, questioning Jasmine's count again, in a state of disbelief about the result. He holds on three fingers and shuts his eyes, holding his head in his hands. Carter crawls to the corner as Jasmine hands him the world title. Aiden is frustrated as he exits the ring as Carter is able to reach his feet.
Lunam: What an amazing night, and Carter survives to remain the world champion!
Simone: Aiden was on it this whole match. He was beating Carter to the punch, Carter just had one last ditch effort and it was enough tonight!
Miles has now joined Carter and helps Carter stand as Carter holds up the title, he and Miles embrace and share a kiss as the pyro goes off.
Lunam: WHAT A NIGHT! HISTORY IS MADE AND MEMORIES THAT WILL LAST FOREVER! We certainly hope you have enjoyed High Stakes! Thank you to everyone who make this possible! For my partner Belinda Simone I’m Lunam have a good night everybody!
The image fades out of Carter celebrating the victory alongside Miles!
THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show. Match writers and segments are always appreciated and highly valued! Without all of you, there would be no SCW!