Everything comes into focus and our image is on that on the sky. We can see a helicopter moving about in the air over the ship. A rope ladder is thrown out and that is when we can see the Latina beauty that is Crystal Zdunich descending from the ladder. She makes her way into the ring and smiles as she stands with a microphone in her hands. Crystal is wearing a red bandana outfit and is also wearing matching pants and top. She claps her hands as she begins to speak.
Crystal: SCW are we excited today?! This is Sin City Wrestling! This is the best show during our summer, this is SUMMER XXXTREME!!!
The crowd begins to cheer excitedly as crystal smiles as she nods her head to the cheers of the crowd and continues to speak some more.
Crystal: Tonight we are in for a special treat because we have seven amazing matches. First off we will start off with the tradition of Summer XXXtreme as we are going to see five women vying to become the Roulette Champion in an Ultimate X over the pool match. You will see the champion, my baby girl Brittany Williams defending against Bella Madison, Frankie Holliday, Harper Mason and my wife Seleana Zdunich. Who will walk away as champion?! The woman who doesn’t fall into the pool will be the champion!
Crystal smiles as wide as possible as she continues to speak some more.
Crystal: We also have a match between former World Heavyweight Champion Helluva Bottom Carter and Logan Hunter who has been a multiple time Roulette Champion. I know it’s going to be a great match between the two of them! What is going to be more exciting is when we see the other Ultimate X over the pool match when Ryan Keys defends his Roulette Championship against Zayvion Lyons and Ciaran Doyle…
Crystal smirks she raises the microphone higher to her lips.
Crystal: But you know what else is so awesome?! It’s the fact that we got the triple threat of all triple threats! We got Alexandra Calaway taking on Kat Jones and Cassie Wolfe. How will Alexandra handle stepping into the ring with a Kat and a Wolfe?! Sounds like something from an animal hospital but on top of that the Internet Championship is on the line so she will have her work cut out for her!
Crystal runs around the deck before she runs to the edge of the ship. She jumps over the barricade and the crowd is stunned but she smiles as she lands in a emergency life boat. She nods her head as she begins to speak some more.
Crystal: OVERBOARD… GIRL IS OVERBOARD!!!! Five men walk into a match in what is known as the overboard gauntlet! Cyrus, Brandon, Brayden, LJ and Mac Bane. The Internet Championship is vacant and it’s on the line. Just who will walk away as a champion?!?!
Crystal smirks as the boat comes back to the ship. She is on a special platform that rises all the way up and brings her back to the top of the deck. She snaps her fingers as she looks into the cameras.
Crystal: Now for these last two matches we have the BEST OF THE VERY BEST. We have Miles Kasey defending his World Championship against Alexander Raven. This is special because Miles dethroned Alexander but now he gets a chance to get back what he lost. Who will walk away as the champion?!
Crystal points at the sky as fireworks begins to go off one after the other. She smiles looking deeper into the camera.
Crystal: And in our main event… You have the two best bombshells in the company today. Victoria Lyons the QUEEN… The Champion will be defending her title against Mercedes Vargas. There’s going to be no doubt who the best of the very best. The best can only be determined in two out of three falls. Who will walk away as being the ultimate queen pin of all of SCW?! Tonight it all happens at Summer XXXtreme. I want to see something magical happen… Ladies and gentlemen let’s have a great night shall we?! AMANDA… IT’S ALL ON YOU!!!!!!! Let’s do it and remember this rose will always blossom!
Crystal claps as her signature rose petals all begin to fall from the sky as planes past by dropping flowers. Crystal smirks as she blows kisses to everybody before tossing the microphone to the side and she jumps into the pool as we shift over to Amanda.
The sound of bright, campy summertime music suddenly bursts across the open deck of the cruise ship, all steel drums, disco sparkle, and a bassline that seems personally determined to get someone’s hips moving before sunset. Passengers and SCW fans turn toward the entrance to the deck as Miss Amanda Hugginkiss steps into view, one hand lifted high and the other already giving pageant queen wrist with military precision.
Amanda is dressed like a tropical storm warning issued by a drag brunch. She wears a shimmering aqua-and-coral sequined caftan split dramatically at the sides, revealing rhinestone-studded shorts, platform sandals with tiny seashells glued across the straps, and enough jewelry to make airport security resign on the spot. Her oversized sunglasses are shaped like pink starfish, her wig is a towering blonde updo decorated with miniature cocktail umbrellas, and a glittering life preserver purse hangs from her elbow like she intends to survive both a shipwreck and bad lighting.
The fans erupt in cheers and applause as Amanda pauses at the top of the deck steps, soaking in the reaction with a hand pressed to her chest. She fans herself dramatically, then struts forward, stopping near the railing where the ocean breeze catches her caftan and turns it into a full production number.
Amanda: Oh, stop it! No, keep going! I said stop it, not disappoint me!
The cheers grow louder as Amanda beams at the crowd and gives a deep, theatrical bow. When she rises, she blows kisses in every direction, including one toward a confused crew member who immediately looks like he needs to check his contract.
Amanda: Hello, hello, hello, my gorgeous floating sinners! Welcome aboard! Welcome to the sea! Welcome to the sun, the fun, the questionable decisions, and most importantly, welcome to SCW Summer XXXTreme XIV!
The fans cheer again, several raising drinks in the air as Amanda turns in a slow circle to take in the ship, the crowd, and the glittering horizon beyond them. She nods with satisfaction, as though she has personally approved the ocean for the evening.
Amanda: Now before we go any further, I have to give a very special thank you to the Diva Host herself, Miss Crystal Zdunich!
Amanda turns and gestures grandly toward Crystal’s perch, where Crystal Zdunich gives Amanda a smile and a wave. The fans applaud as Amanda places both hands over her heart, then immediately mimes wiping away a tear that never had a chance against her waterproof mascara.
Amanda: Look at her up there, waving like royalty. Crystal, darling, thank you for hosting us, thank you for blessing us, and thank you for being high enough above the crowd that no one can ask you for a selfie while holding nachos.
Crystal waves again as Amanda gives her a playful curtsy. Amanda then straightens, lifts one finger, and lets a mischievous smile spread across her face.
Amanda: But as much fun as it is to be hosted by a diva, I do believe it is time for a Queen to take the reins!
The fans break into laughter and applause as Amanda tosses her head back and cackles, one hand braced against her hip. She lets the laughter roll for a moment, then points gently toward Crystal with a grin.
Amanda: Lovingly, of course. We support women in power. We just occasionally step over them in better shoes.
Amanda begins to continue, then suddenly stops mid-motion, her eyes narrowing behind the pink starfish sunglasses as she looks toward the front of the crowd. She slowly lowers the glasses down her nose and peers at one particular fan standing close to the deck rail.
Amanda: Sweetheart, I have to ask. Are you not dreadfully hot in that sweater?
The crowd starts to chuckle as the fan looks down at himself, confused. Amanda leans forward slightly, squints harder, then freezes as realization hits her all at once.
Amanda: Oh.
Amanda leans back with wide eyes and a horrified expression, pressing one hand to her mouth while the crowd explodes with laughter. She slowly raises the sunglasses back over her eyes as if shielding herself from nature itself.
Amanda: Ladies and gentlemen, I have made a terrible mistake. That is not a sweater. That man is shirtless and simply that committed to insulation.
The laughter grows louder as the fan plays along, raising both arms proudly while the surrounding crowd cheers him. Amanda holds up both hands, trying to regain control, but every time she looks back at him, her lips twitch.
Amanda: No, no, no, darling, don’t be ashamed. You are a miracle of maritime biology. Somewhere, a dolphin just looked up and said, “Finally, one of ours.”
Amanda turns away, visibly fighting for composure as she fans herself with both hands. She takes a deep breath, stands tall, and gives the audience a bright, professional smile that lasts exactly two seconds before she glances back and nearly loses it again.
Amanda: I am a professional. I have performed in heels, in storms, in clubs with no air conditioning, and once in front of a bachelorette party from Reno, so I can recover from this.
She clears her throat, squares her shoulders, and plants herself firmly at center deck. The music softens beneath her as the fans settle, still laughing and applauding.
Amanda: Now then, my beautiful passengers, my wrestling fans, my sunburned angels, my buffet bandits, and my one-man welcome mat in the front row, it is time to begin the night properly.
Amanda lifts one hand toward the band area, then slowly turns back to the crowd with a wicked sparkle in her eyes. The ocean breeze catches her caftan again as she strikes a glamorous pose, one leg extended and one hand raised high.
Amanda: And there is only one proper way to begin a night like this.
She pauses for effect as the fans cheer in anticipation. Amanda smiles wide, tilts her head toward the music, and points out across the deck like she is declaring war on subtlety.
Amanda: With a song!
The music begins over the Cruise ship’s sound system and Amanda’s opening performance begins!
Amanda: Well, I packed three wigs and a sensible heel,
Then boarded that ship with a seafood meal.
The captain said, “Welcome, enjoy your stay,”
I said, “Honey, point me where the gays all play.”
There’s a bear by the buffet with a plate piled high,
A twink doing selfies with the sunset sky.
A daddy in linen with a cocktail tan,
And someone named Brent with a twelve-step fan.
The waves are high, the drinks are strong,
The pool deck DJ got the playlist wrong.
But give me a beat and a little commotion,
Because nothing says vacation like gays on the ocean!
Gays on the ocean, honey, hold onto your hat,
The sea got salty when we showed up like that.
We’re cruising, we’re choosing, we’re causing a scene,
With SPF fifty and a face beat clean.
Gays on the ocean, let the dolphins know,
There’s a drag show starting on the Lido below.
If the ship starts rocking, don’t you dare blame me,
It’s just twenty queens doing choreography!
At breakfast I saw chaos near the omelet station,
Three exes pretending they’re on separate vacations.
One said, “I’m healing,” one said, “I’m fine,”
The third booked dinner for a table of nine.
There’s glitter in the hot tub, lashes in the pool,
A man in a caftan breaking every rule.
The straights look nervous, the staff looks tired,
But the bingo caller just got inspired.
The wind is fierce, my tuck is brave,
My contour could survive a tidal wave.
Poseidon himself said, “What’s this devotion?”
I said, “Baby, it’s just gays on the ocean!”
Gays on the ocean, honey, hold onto your hat,
The sea got salty when we showed up like that.
We’re cruising, we’re choosing, we’re causing a scene,
With SPF fifty and a face beat clean.
Gays on the ocean, let the dolphins know,
There’s a drag show starting on the Lido below.
If the ship starts rocking, don’t you dare blame me,
It’s just twenty queens doing choreography!
Mayday, mayday, the brunch has begun,
Someone brought a fan and blocked out the sun.
The shrimp is gone, the champagne is flowing,
And Steve from Tampa won’t stop voguing.
The lifeboats glitter, the anchors shine,
The cruise director just changed his sign.
It used to say “Family Fun at Three,”
Now it says “Lip Sync Emergency!”
Gays on the ocean, honey, sound the alarm,
A floating pride parade with dangerous charm.
We’re loud, we’re proud, we’re nautically blessed,
And somehow overdressed while being half-undressed.
Gays on the ocean, wave your napkin high,
Blow a kiss to the moon and wink at the sky.
If we sink this vessel with glamour and motion,
Tell the world we went down as gays on the ocean!
Now tip your queen and secure your wig,
This ship is small but the drama is big.
From bow to stern, we made our devotion,
To love, loud laughs, and gays on the ocean!
The performance ends and the crowd cheers and applauds as Amanda blows kisses in all directions, one hand pressed dramatically to her heart as if the love might physically knock her over.
Amanda: Oh, stop it! Stop it! No, keep going, I’m emotionally fragile and powered entirely by applause!
The crowd gets louder, and Amanda fans herself with one hand before turning toward the side of the stage with a triumphant little strut.
Amanda: You have been beautiful, you have been loud, and several of you have been dangerously over-lubricated with margaritas! That is the spirit of the sea, darling!
She pauses at the curtain, looks back over her shoulder, and gives the audience one last wink.
Amanda: Remember, if anyone asks why the ship is rocking tonight, you tell them Amanda started it and the gays finished it!
With that, Amanda blows one final kiss, lifts the hem of her sparkling gown just enough to avoid tripping, and disappears backstage to another burst of applause.
Bella had already changed into her ring gear by the time Laura found her backstage.
She sat on a production crate outside the Bombshell locker room, methodically wrapping athletic tape around her wrists while the sounds of the arena echoed through the hallway.
Laura rounded the corner with Máire balanced comfortably on one hip.
Laura: You've got about ten minutes.
Bella glanced up and smiled.
Bella: Perfect timing.
The moment Máire spotted her mother, both little arms shot into the air.
Máire: Mama!
Bella stood immediately, taking her daughter into her arms.
Bella: Hey, bug.
Máire wrapped herself around Bella's neck before leaning back just enough to look at her.
Máire: No owies.
Bella couldn't help but smile.
Bella: I'll try.
Máire shook her head stubbornly.
Máire: No. No owies.
Bella laughed.
Bella: Okay... I'll do my best.
Laura watched the exchange with a smile before finally speaking.
Laura: You ready?
Bella looked toward Gorilla Position before nodding.
Bella: I've been ready for weeks.
Laura smiled knowingly.
Laura: I know.
A beat.
Laura: Still figured I'd ask.
For a moment neither woman said anything.
Laura stepped forward and absentmindedly straightened the collar of Bella's jacket, just as she'd done hundreds of times growing up before school, before college, before Bella's first wrestling show...
Old habits never really disappeared.
Laura: I'm proud of you.
Bella's smile softened.
Bella: Thanks, Mom.
Laura rested a hand against Bella's shoulder.
Laura: No matter what happens out there...
A small smile crossed her face.
Laura: ...remember, you don't have to prove anything anymore.
Bella held her mother's gaze for a moment before nodding.
Bella: I know.
She leaned forward and kissed Laura's cheek.
Bella: I'll see you after I win.
Máire clapped excitedly.
Máire: Mama win!
Bella: That's the plan.
Laura: We'll be waiting.
As Laura disappeared down the hallway with Máire happily waving over her shoulder, Bella caught her reflection in one of the dark production monitors. She stopped for just a second and a small smile crossed her face.
Bella: You were right.
She adjusted the tape around her wrist one last time before turning toward Gorilla Position. Without another word he walkesd away.
The camera shot being presented on the giant video screen changes to a shot of Bill and Bea Barnhart. From what we see in the background it appears the two are at their home in Lawrenceville, Georgia. After a short time the two start commenting.
Bill: Those of you who pay attention realize that both myself and Bea were assigned to matches for Summer Extreme XIV but as you can see we are not at the event as we have remained at home and we are skipping this event.
Bea: There is a reason we passed up on attending this event and performing in matches but as you have probably already noticed that both of us were removed from our matches for this event.
Bill: We never turn around and walk away from being assigned to matches so we will give you the real reason we had to remain on home and we will pick up our wrestling action on the next Climax Control that comes after Summer XXXTreme.
Bea: So sit back and listen for a moment and you will understand what is going on.
Bill: We returned after the event we performed in before Summer XXXTreme XIV was announced. I decided since we have been away from home for an extended period of time that I would work on trimming the trees in our back yard. Most of the trees are from 10 feet to 20 feet in height so I had to get a ladder and climb up to trim the branches. Bea decided to hold the ladder to steady it while I was at the top of the ladder trimming branches.
Bea: As I was holding the ladder to keep it steady while Bill was trimming branches I heard Bill shout at some birds that swooped down and was trying to peck him on his head. When Bill too a swing to chased the birds away he lost his footing and started to fall off the ladder. Being a concerned wife I tried to grab Bill on his way down but of course, with me being 110 pounds lighter than Bill and he is much taller than me and he also weighs 11 pounds more than I do my attempt to grab him to keep him from hitting the ground didn’t work.
Bill: Bea tried to stop my fall but she was not able to do so due to the height and weight I have over her. I landed extremely hard on the ground and severely twisted my back and I was barely able to stand up and walk a short distance. My doctor told me that I have badly bruised back but that after I take a two week break and then take advantage of the additional week leading up to the Climax Control that comes after Summer XXXTreme XIV I will be able to wrestle at events again.
Bea: The same goes with me. When I tried to stop Bill from slamming into the ground I got knocked to the ground and I ended up with severely sprained knee and ankle so I also was told by our doctor that we need the three week break then we can pick up on our wrestling assignments at the next Climax Control.
Bill: Both myself and Bea will be closely watching Summer XXXTreme XIV and we will be fully ready for whatever matches Management will assign us to after Summer XXXTreme XVI.
Bea: We have told the truth of what happened to us to keep us from attending Summer XXXTreme X1V but you will see how many wrestlers and fans claim we are just using an excuse. Believe what you want to believe as we know the truth. Bye!
The broadcast crew cuts the feed to the camera that was focusing on Bill and Bea at their home in Lawrenceville, Georgia.
The scene opens backstage at Summer XXXTreme where we see Harper Mason looking at the Ultimate X Structure that’s set up over the pool alongside Josh and Jessie.
Harper: By all rights I should be the reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion right now.
Harper shakes her head as she turns to the camera.
Harper: At Into the Void I had the match for the vacant title won but because a certain someone can’t got over the fact that they peaked when they were eighteen cost me the match? I’m once again serving as the challenger while Cassie tries to defeat two women who are ten times the wrestlers she is for the Bombshell Internet Title! Cassie? I look forward to watching you choke once again tonight and as for Frankie, Bella, Seleana and of course, the champion who owes her reign to someone I once considered a friend Brittany? I’m coming for that title!
Josh nods.
Joshua: She’s been training hard for this match and her four opponents won’t know what hit them.
Jessie: She won the title at last year’s show and she will do it again!
Harper: And more importantly? Tonight I set things right!
The trio walk off as the scene fades.
The cameras cut to the pool deck of the cruise ship where the traditional Ultimate X structure has been rigged high above the shimmering blue water. Two thick cables cross in a giant X over the center of the pool, and hanging at the intersection is the Bombshell Roulette Championship, glittering beneath the ship lights as fans crowd every safe inch of the deck, balconies, stairs, and railings.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Ultimate X Over the Pool match for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship! The rules are simple! Five Bombshells will compete, and the first woman to retrieve the Bombshell Roulette Championship from above the pool will be declared the winner! However, if any Bombshell falls into the pool, she is eliminated from the match!
The opening riff of “Black Cat” by Janet Jackson hits, and Seleana Zdunich emerges from the upper deck walkway, slapping hands with fans as she makes her way down toward the pool area with her eyes locked on the championship above.
Justin: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, Seleana Zdunich!
Simone: Seleana Zdunich knows what it means to thrive under pressure, and in a match like this, that experience could be everything.
Lunam: Aye, Seleana’s calm is dangerous here, Belinda! When everyone else starts panickin’ above that pool, she may be the one thinkin’ two moves ahead.
Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” echoes across the ship next, and Harper Mason comes through the crowd from the starboard side, focused and fired up as fans chant her name. Harper pauses at the pool’s edge, looks up at the X, and nods like she already knows the climb will hurt.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida, Harper Mason!
Simone: Harper Mason has been fighting for every opportunity she gets, and tonight she has the chance to change her entire career above that pool.
Lunam: She’s tough, she’s hungry, and she’s got no fear in her eyes! But hunger can make ye bold, and bold can get ye wet in a hurry in this match!
“Skeletons” by Wednesday 13 crashes over the speakers, and Frankie Holliday storms in from a lower deck entrance with a grin that promises trouble. She shoves past a few fans, points up at the belt, then runs a thumb across her throat while laughing at the danger beneath it.
Justin: From Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Frankie Holliday!
Simone: Frankie Holliday may be the most unpredictable woman in this entire match, and that makes her extremely dangerous.
Lunam: Frankie doesn’t need a plan, Belinda! She just needs a target, a bad idea, and someone close enough to regret standin’ near her!
“Shut Up!” by New Years Day blasts next, and Bella Madison steps out through the crowd from the opposite side of the deck, the fans immediately rallying behind her. Bella takes a breath, rolls her shoulders, and stares up at the Bombshell Roulette Championship with a look that says this is not just another match.
Justin: From New York, New York, Bella Madison!
Simone: Bella Madison has walked into some chaotic matches before, but this may be the biggest opportunity she has had in a long time.
Lunam: And the crowd knows it! Bella’s got that fire tonight, and if she can keep her grip when it matters, we could be lookin’ at a new champion!
Finally, “We R Who We R” by Ke$ha plays, and Brittany Williams appears from the VIP deck above the pool with the Bombshell Roulette Championship raised in the air before she points at the hanging belt and shouts that it belongs to her. She descends the stairs with all the arrogance of the reigning champion, brushing off the boos as Drew Patton checks each competitor’s position around the pool.
Justin: And finally, she is the reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion, Brittany Williams!
Simone: Brittany Williams walks into this match as champion, and tonight marks her first defense of that Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Lunam: First defense or not, she’s got four challengers and a pool waitin’ beneath her! Brittany can talk all she likes, but if she goes into that water, her reign is finished!
Drew Patton holds the championship high from the deck before handing it to the crew member who secures it at the X above the pool. Drew checks the setup, looks to all five women, then throws his arm toward the timekeeper.
DING DING DING!
Simone: Here we go! Five Bombshells, one championship, and one very unforgiving swimming pool beneath that X!
Lunam: Aye, and there’ll be no soft landing tonight, Belinda! Ye fall in, ye’re done, and somebody’s dreams are going under with ye!
Brittany immediately backs away from the others, yelling that they should fight each other first, but Frankie charges Harper and drives her backward into one of the support posts. Seleana and Bella go right after Brittany, trapping the champion between them as the crowd cheers, and Brittany’s eyes go wide before she ducks under a double clothesline attempt and scrambles around the pool.
Bella gives chase, but Frankie cuts her off with a hard forearm to the jaw, then whips her toward Harper. Harper leapfrogs Bella, and Bella keeps running, springboarding off a low deck barrier into a twisting crossbody that wipes Frankie out on the padded deck!
Simone: Bella Madison just used the ship itself as part of the offense!
Lunam: That’s the kind of creativity ye need in Ultimate X! There’s no ropes, no ring, and no mercy out here!
Seleana climbs one of the corner trusses first, reaching for the cable as Brittany realizes too late that the match is moving without her. The champion rushes over and grabs Seleana’s ankle, trying to drag her down, but Seleana kicks her away and swings onto the cable with both hands!
The crowd rises as Seleana starts moving hand over hand toward the belt. Harper scrambles up the opposite truss and gets onto the crossing cable, inching toward Seleana while Bella and Frankie fight below, each woman trying to throw the other toward the pool.
Frankie rakes Bella’s eyes and hoists her up for Black River Falls near the water’s edge, but Bella slips out behind her and shoves Frankie chest-first into the support beam. Frankie staggers back, and Bella catches her with a sharp kick before hitting Ashes to Ashes on the padded deck!
Simone: Bella Madison just planted Frankie! That might buy her the opening she needs!
Brittany climbs fast, but not toward the belt. Instead, she reaches Seleana from the side and grabs her by the hair, screaming that nobody is taking her championship. Seleana swings one leg up around the cable, traps Brittany’s arm, and both women hang dangerously above the water as the fans shriek.
Harper reaches the center first and stretches for the belt, fingertips brushing the leather strap. Frankie, still dazed, grabs a loose pool skimmer from the deck and jabs upward toward Harper’s boot, not enough to knock her down but enough to make Harper swing wildly and lose her grip on the belt.
Drew Patton yells at Frankie to drop it, and Frankie throws the skimmer aside with both hands up like she has done nothing wrong. Bella charges and clotheslines Frankie over a padded lounge chair, sending both women crashing into a heap of towels and deck cushions.
Lunam: Frankie Holliday is pure chaos in wrestling boots! She’s not climbing unless she can make somebody miserable on the way up!
Simone: And look at Brittany and Seleana! They’re still fighting above the pool!
Brittany grabs Seleana’s wrist and bites down on her hand, forcing Seleana to release the cable with one arm. Seleana swings, catches Brittany with a knee to the ribs, then pulls herself back up, but Frankie returns underneath and shakes the lower support cable with everything she has. Seleana loses her balance, slips from the cable, and drops feet-first into the pool with a huge splash!
Drew Patton points to Seleana and waves her out.
Simone: Seleana Zdunich has been eliminated!
Lunam: First one in the drink! And that water looks a mile away when ye’re hangin’ from those cables!
Harper sees the opening and crawls closer to the belt, but Brittany uses the moment to climb onto the cable from the other side. Bella starts up after them, moving carefully but quickly, while Frankie climbs just far enough to grab Bella’s boot and yank at it.
Bella kicks free, but Frankie climbs after her and clubs her in the back. The two fight halfway up the structure until Harper, hanging from the cable, swings her body and kicks Frankie square in the chest. Frankie falls backward, crashes onto the deck, rolls, and splashes sideways into the pool!
Drew points down immediately.
Simone: Frankie Holliday is eliminated! She caused enough destruction for three people, but she’s gone!
Lunam: Aye, and Harper Mason may have just saved Bella Madison without even meaning to!
Harper reaches the belt again, but Brittany arrives at the center and grabs Harper’s arm with both hands. Brittany pulls, Harper resists, and the champion screams as she tries to pry Harper’s fingers off the cable. Bella reaches them from the third angle of the X, turning the center into a three-way tug-of-war above the pool.
The belt swings between them. Harper grabs the strap with one hand, Bella grabs the other side, and Brittany wedges herself in between, using her body to block both challengers from unhooking it.
Simone: Three Bombshells at the center! Any one of them could win this right now!
Lunam: Or all three of them could end up soaked and brokenhearted!
Brittany kicks at Bella, but Bella hooks one arm over the cable and catches the champion’s leg. Harper shifts her weight and tries to pull the belt free, but Brittany suddenly releases the cable with one hand and shoves Harper hard in the shoulder. Harper drops, catches herself for half a heartbeat, then loses her grip and plunges into the pool!
Drew points again as Harper surfaces, frustrated and furious.
Simone: Harper Mason is eliminated! We are down to Brittany Williams and Bella Madison!
Lunam: The champion and the woman who wants to take everything from her! This is it!
Brittany laughs down at Harper, but the mistake costs her. Bella swings across the center and kicks Brittany in the side of the head, making the champion’s grip slip. Brittany clings to the cable with one hand, her boots kicking over open air as Bella reaches for the belt.
Brittany refuses to let go and grabs Bella around the waist from below, trying to drag her down with her. Bella hooks both legs over the cable, hanging upside down for a moment as the crowd explodes, then bends upward and hammers Brittany with desperate forearms to the back!
Brittany screams, claws at Bella’s top, and tries one last pull, but Bella twists and drives both knees into Brittany’s chest. The impact breaks Brittany’s grip, and the reigning champion falls backward into the pool with an enormous splash!
Drew Patton immediately waves his arms.
Simone: Brittany Williams is eliminated! Brittany Williams has fallen into the pool!
Lunam: We’re guaranteed a brand new Bombshell Roulette Champion! The reign is over!
The crowd erupts as Brittany surfaces in shock, screaming at Drew Patton that it does not count while water runs down her face. Drew ignores her and points up to Bella, who is still hanging from the X with the championship swaying inches away from her hands.
Bella pulls herself closer, exhausted and trembling, as the fans chant her name. She reaches once, misses the strap, then grits her teeth and swings her body one final time. Her hand closes around the championship belt.
Simone: Bella’s got it! Bella’s got the belt!
Lunam: Pull, Bella! Pull with everything ye have!
Bella yanks hard once, twice, and the belt comes free from the hook!
DING DING DING!
The pool deck explodes as Bella clutches the Bombshell Roulette Championship to her chest while still hanging from the cable. Drew Patton points up at her, and crew members rush into position beneath as Bella carefully lowers herself down onto the padded deck, falling to her knees with the title in her arms.
Justin: Here is your winner, and the new SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Bella Madison!
Bella lifts the championship overhead as the fans roar around the pool. Seleana applauds from the side despite her disappointment, Harper leans against the pool wall shaking her head with a tired smile, and Frankie splashes water toward the deck in pure frustration while Brittany throws a tantrum at Drew Patton.
Simone: What a moment for Bella Madison! She survived the chaos, she survived the champion, and she has just captured the Bombshell Roulette Championship!
Lunam: Aye, and she earned every inch of it! Over the pool, over the X, over four other Bombshells, Bella Madison pulled that title down and made herself champion!
Bella stands at the edge of the pool, soaked in sweat but not water, and raises the championship one more time as the cameras catch Brittany staring up at her from the pool in disbelief. The final shot is Bella Madison smiling through exhaustion, the new Bombshell Roulette Champion beneath the lights of Summer XXXTreme XIV.
The camera opens on the upper deck of the Princess Cruise, where a small crowd of SCW fans has gathered beneath a shaded lounge area decorated with Summer XXXTreme XIV banners. The ocean stretches endlessly behind them, sunlight flashing off the water while the hum of music, laughter, and shipboard activity fills the air around them.
At the center of it all stands Crystal Zdunich, microphone in hand and every inch the event host. She smiles brightly for the camera, soaking in the attention as the fans cheer and wave behind her.
Crystal: Hello, SCW Universe! Welcome back to Summer XXXTreme XIV, live from the high seas, where the sun is hot, the action is hotter, and somehow I am still the most photogenic thing on this entire ship.
The fans laugh and cheer as Crystal gives a playful little pose for the camera.
Crystal: Now, as your official host for this incredible event, I thought it would be nice to spend a little time with the people who make SCW what it is. The fans. The loyal, passionate, occasionally very loud people who keep showing up, keep cheering, keep booing, and keep arguing online like their lives depend on it.
A few fans cheer louder at that, and Crystal points toward them with approval.
Crystal: Exactly. You know who you are, and frankly, I respect the commitment. So we are doing a little Meet the Host Q&A. You ask me questions, I answer them, and we all pretend I am not secretly judging every single one of you based on your choice of cruise footwear.
Crystal turns slightly toward a staff member standing off-camera with a small stack of question cards. Before the staff member can step forward, Helluva Bottom Carter slides into frame from the side wearing sunglasses and holding a different, much larger stack of cards.
HBCarter: I’ll take it from here.
Crystal turns her head slowly, looking Carter up and down with amused suspicion.
Crystal: Carter. What are you doing?
HBCarter: Helping.
Crystal: That is not an answer. That is usually what people say before I have to call security, production, or my wife.
HBCarter: Relax, Crystal. I saw you were doing a Q&A, and I thought, You know what this needs? Structure. Taste. Editorial direction. So I have graciously appointed myself question curator.
Crystal: You appointed yourself?
HBCarter: All great leaders are called by destiny. Mine just happened to come with index cards.
Crystal looks toward the fans, who are already laughing and encouraging him.
Crystal: You know these questions are supposed to come from the fans, right?
HBCarter: They did.
Crystal reaches for the cards, but Carter lifts them just out of reach with a smile.
HBCarter: Ah, ah. The curator controls the archive.
Crystal: And the host controls the segment.
HBCarter: Then let’s consider this a hostile merger.
The fans laugh as Crystal folds her arms, clearly entertained despite herself.
Crystal: Fine. Read one. But I swear, if this is nonsense, I’m throwing you overboard.
Carter clears his throat with completely unnecessary importance and reads from the first card.
HBCarter: First question. Crystal, as host of Summer XXXTreme XIV, how difficult is it to remain composed while standing next to someone with this much natural charisma?
Crystal stares at him.
Crystal: That is not a fan question.
HBCarter: You don’t know that.
Crystal turns to the crowd.
Crystal: Did any of you ask that?
A fan in the front raises his hand.
Fan: I’ll claim it!
Crystal points at him.
Crystal: You are enabling bad behavior.
HBCarter: No, he is participating in democracy.
Crystal shakes her head, but she is smiling now.
Crystal: To answer the very suspicious question, Carter does have charisma. I will give him that. However, standing next to him is less about remaining composed and more about making sure he does not wander into traffic, insult a sponsor, or somehow turn a simple camera shot into a legal issue.
HBCarter: That is leadership under pressure. I accept the compliment.
Crystal: It was not entirely a compliment.
HBCarter: I heard what I needed.
He flips to the next card before she can stop him.
HBCarter: Next question. Crystal, who is the most stylish person on this ship, and why is it Carter?
Crystal leans toward the camera.
Crystal: Ladies and gentlemen, I want it known that I am being held hostage by stationery.
HBCarter: Answer the question.
Crystal: The most stylish person on this ship?
HBCarter: Take your time. The truth deserves a dramatic pause.
Crystal looks him over carefully, tapping her chin as though seriously considering it.
Crystal: You know what? I’ll say this. You are definitely in the top five.
Carter lowers the card.
HBCarter: Top five?
Crystal: Top five.
The fans laugh again, and Carter points sharply toward the crowd.
HBCarter: You see how she treats me? This is why I had to curate.
Crystal reaches toward the stack again, and this time Carter lets her take one card from the top. She reads it silently, then immediately gives him a look.
Crystal: This says, Crystal, what is it like sharing screen time with a once-in-a-generation talent?
HBCarter: That one had range.
Crystal: You wrote this.
HBCarter: Allegedly.
Crystal: Carter, your name is signed at the bottom.
Carter leans over to look.
HBCarter: That could be any H.B. Carter.
Crystal: It says, Written by Helluva Bottom Carter, who is standing right here.
HBCarter: A common name.
Crystal laughs despite herself and turns back to the fans.
Crystal: Okay, no. We are taking a real question from a real fan before Carter starts asking me to rank his cheekbones by historical importance.
A woman near the front raises her hand, and Crystal points to her.
Crystal: Yes, sweetheart. Save me.
Fan: Crystal, what has been your favorite part of hosting Summer XXXTreme this year?
Crystal smiles warmly, shifting back into host mode.
Crystal: Honestly? The energy. There is nothing like Summer XXXTreme. You take SCW, you put it on a cruise ship, you add sunshine, drama, championship matches, people making questionable decisions near the pool, and suddenly everyone feels like they are part of something wild and unforgettable. Hosting this event means I get to be right in the middle of all of that, and I love it.
The fans applaud, and Crystal gives a grateful little nod.
HBCarter: Beautiful answer. Sincere, poised, camera-ready. I would have added more about me, but that is why we grow.
Crystal turns to him.
Crystal: You are unbelievable.
HBCarter: Thank you.
Another fan calls out from the side.
Fan: Carter, can I ask Crystal a question for you?
Carter’s face lights up.
HBCarter: Now this is community.
Crystal points at the fan with a warning look.
Crystal: Choose wisely.
Fan: Crystal, how does Carter manage to look like he belongs at the VIP party and the afterparty at the same time?
Carter places a hand over his heart as if touched. Crystal looks between Carter and the fan.
Crystal: I see what’s happening. He got to all of you before we started, didn’t he?
Several fans laugh!
Crystal: Fine. To answer the question, Carter has mastered the rare art of looking overdressed and under-supervised at the same time. It is impressive. Dangerous, but impressive.
HBCarter: That might be the nicest thing you have ever said to me.
Crystal: Don’t get used to it.
Crystal takes another card from Carter’s stack and reads it out loud before he can stop her.
Crystal: Crystal, would you agree that Carter brings dignity, sophistication, and a necessary level of glamour to every room he enters?
Crystal looks at the camera with mock seriousness.
Crystal: For the record, Carter does bring something into every room he enters. Sometimes glamour. Sometimes trouble. Sometimes a producer looking very tired behind him.
A fan in the back calls out loudly.
Fan: Carter, what question do you want Crystal to ask you?
Carter turns toward the fan and points with approval.
HBCarter: Excellent instincts.
Crystal: Oh, this should be good.
HBCarter: Crystal, I would like you to ask me something thoughtful. Something layered. Something that allows the audience to see beyond the surface and appreciate the man behind the moment.
Crystal lifts the microphone between them, playing along.
Crystal: Carter, what is one thing the SCW fans do not understand about you?
The mood shifts just slightly, still light but with enough room for sincerity. Carter removes his sunglasses, considering the question for a moment before answering.
HBCarter: That I know exactly who I am. People see the confidence, the mouth, the attitude, and they think that means I’m not paying attention. I’m always paying attention. I know when people underestimate me, I know when they laugh with me, and I know when they think I’m only here to be entertaining until somebody more serious walks into the room.
Crystal watches him carefully, letting him have the moment.
HBCarter: But here is the thing. I can be entertaining and still be dangerous. I can make people laugh and still know how to win. I can walk into a room with style and still walk into a ring ready to hurt somebody who thinks I’m there to decorate the show. That is not a contradiction. That is the full package.
There is a genuine reaction from the fans, a mix of applause and cheers. Crystal nods, clearly respecting the answer.
Crystal: See? That is what happens when you stop asking me fake questions about your bone structure.
Crystal turns back toward the fans and raises her microphone.
Crystal: We probably have time for one more fan question before production starts waving at me like I’m personally ruining the schedule.
Another fan near the front raises his hand.
Fan: Crystal, who has been the hardest person to keep under control today?
Crystal instantly points at Carter.
Crystal: Him.
HBCarter: That was fast.
Crystal: That was honest.
HBCarter: I have been nothing but professional.
Crystal: You hijacked my Q&A.
Crystal turns back to the camera, laughing.
Crystal: This is what I deal with. I give the people elegance, structure, and world-class hosting, and Carter gives them chaos with good lighting.
HBCarter: And yet the segment improved the moment I arrived.
The fans cheer, some agreeing loudly enough to make Crystal turn on them. Crystal steps closer to Carter now, her expression turning a little more pointed as she shifts the segment smoothly toward SCW business.
Crystal: Since you decided to turn my Meet the Host segment into the Carter Appreciation Hour, let me ask you something that actually matters. Are you ready for your match against Logan Hunter?
The fans react with interest at the mention of Logan, and Carter’s smile sharpens. He lets the question hang for a second, no longer playing quite as much.
HBCarter: Ready? Crystal, I was born ready. I stay ready. I pack ready in my carry-on and still have room for moisturizer.
Crystal: That sounds like a yes.
HBCarter: It is. But I’ll be honest with you, since apparently this is where we are telling truths now. I would have rather been booked against someone who can actually draw money. But you can’t have everything in life go your way.
The crowd reacts immediately with a loud ooooh, and Crystal’s eyes widen with delighted mischief. She steps closer, practically feeding off the drama.
Crystal: Oooo! Tell us what you REALLY think about Logan!
Carter looks directly into the camera. His expression is calm, confident, and absolutely merciless.
HBCarter: Logan is toilet film.
Crystal bursts into shocked laughter as the fans erupt around them. Carter gives the camera a final look, straightens his posture, and casually walks off-camera as if he has said all that needs to be said.
Crystal watches him go, still laughing, then turns back toward the camera with a hand lifted in surrender.
Crystal: Well. There you have it, SCW Universe. I asked for honesty, and apparently Carter brought disinfectant.
The fans keep cheering as Crystal regains her composure and flashes the camera a bright, practiced smile.
The scene opens backstage at Summer XXXTreme where we see Logan and the Shields Twins by the pool, much like last year Brooke is wearing a bikini to the event as is Marissa though the older twin is more occupied with sunbathing.
Logan: Carter, all of this could’ve been avoided if you had conducted yourself honourably.
Brooke: We’re the ones treated like terrible people when Carter got Logan disqualified for no reason? PUH-LEASE! At least we are honest!
Marissa: Don’t drag me into this bullshit, I’m the one trying to keep you from crossing the point of no return, remember?
Brooke: Didn’t stop you from upstaging everyone at karaoke.
Marissa: Not hard to do when you sing Defying Gravity well.
Logan: She has a point.
Marissa: See, even EdgyMcEdgeLordFace agrees!
Logan shakes his head as he ignores his gorgeous female companions.
Logan: Carter, tonight I seek retribution for everything that’s happened between us! Woe to the vanquished
Logan sits down on a lounger as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall… and is a grudge match. Introducing first…!
The dancing techno beat of Lady Gaga's LGBTQ anthem, "Born This Way" kicks up over the sound system. The crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner, awaiting his opponent's introduction.
Justin: And his opponent…
"Hope Castrated" by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke and Marissa follow him out and the sisters have their backs to the crowd while they dance to the song, Brooke does some sensual dances while Marissa shows off dance skills while Logan glares at the ring.
Justin: From Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke and Marissa Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!
As soon as Logan's name is called the twins spin around and the trio start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, Marissa follows them in on her own and they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed while Marissa spins and arches her back, giving the crowd (and camera) a nice view of her cleavage before she flips her dark brown and looks at the camera.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
No sooner does the bell ring, Carter and Hunter charge out of their corners and begins to trade punches and just merely brawl with each other unleashing their frustrations on each other as the referee takes a step back to allow them to unleash on each other! Hunter gives Carter a shove backwards before rushing forward and tackling him to the mat, where they roll around throwing punches as they try and get the upper hand on each other before they roll out of the ring and to the mat.
Simone: As expected, Carter and Hunter brawl and trade punches as they unleash on each other!
They quickly roll away from each other and make their way to their feet as they stare at each other as the ref demands the action to be brought back into the ring. Carter and Hunter back off and quickly turn and enter the ring, where they once more stare daggers at each other before slowly moving around the ring and contemplate their next move. They rush in and once again begins to brawl as they trade punches between before Carter breaks and drives a knee into Hunter’s stomach, Carter turns and leaps onto the ropes and goes for a springboard enziguri, but Hunter grabs the ref and pushes them in front of Carter and gets the full brunt of the enziguri!
Lunam: Hunter tackles Carter to the mat, where they continue to brawl and they do that right out of the ring! They then break part and get to their feet. Quickly climbing back into the ring. They glare at each other for a moment and take a moment before moving back in and brawl once again!
Simone: This time, Carter breaks and drives a knee into Hunter’s stomach and then looks to go high risk and he does but Hunter grabs Jacob Summers into the firing range and Carter hits the springboard enziguri on Jacob and takes him out!
Carter gets to knees and holds his head in shock, as he shuffles to the ref to check on them, but Hunter quickly moves in and deliver a kick to the face and before Carter drops, Hunters grabs Carter by the hair and drags him up, where he throws him out of the ring. Carter lands on the mat with a thump as Hunter then climbs out of the ring himself. He moves around the ring and moves to where Carter is and grabs him and drags him up, where he whips him into the barriers and Carter crashes into them with a loud clatter! Hunter looks up to see how the ref is doing and they are still down and Hunter smirks, as he turns lifts the ring skirt and pulls out a chair.
Lunam: Not sure if that’s smart from Hunter or not! Carter is distracted by it and Hunter takes advantage of it and he catches Carter with a kick to the face. He then throws him out of the ring, which he follows close behind!
Simone: Hunter takes advantage of the downed ref and pushes Carter into the barriers before hunting for a weapon!
Hunter moves towards where Carter is, who is crawling away from harm and Hunter lifts the chair up high and then brings it down across the back of Carter’s back! Carter cries out in pain, as Hunter drops the chair and grabs Carter and pulls him up, where he then drags him towards the chair and then sets up and hits a snap suplex onto the chair and Carter arches his back in pain, as Hunter moves to his feet and looks into the ring, where the referee begins to stir.
Lunam: Hunter begins to punish Cater first with the barriers and then with the chair and then a snap suplex onto the chair!
Hunter grabs Carter once more and pushes him into the ring, where he follows close behind. Hunter gives the ref a shake before dropping down and goes for a pin right in front of the ref….
Simone: Summers is stirring, as Hunter grabs Carter and pushes him back into the ring!
ONE!
TWO!
Carter gets a shoulder up, as Hunter shakes his head and pulls the ref up into a seated position and give them a shake and tells them to their job before going for another pin…
Lunam: Extremely slowly count from Summers, but Hunter should have expected that when he decided on pushing Summers into that enziguri!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout… Carter kicks out again, which Hunter slaps the mat and shouts at the referee as he climbs to his feet, where grabs Carter once more and drags him to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes and Hunter charges in and looks for a splash, but Carter dodges and Hunter lands chest first against the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards and Carter rushes forward and hits a jumping neckbreaker!
Simone: Carter kicks out again and Hunter is annoyed by the slow count and even shouts at the referee, but that is Hunters fault still! Hunter pulls Carter to his feet and whips him into a corner.
Lunam: He goes to follow up with a splash, but Carter moves and Hunter crashes chest first again the turnbuckle and Carter takes advantage of it and hits a jumping neckbreaker!
Carter stays down as he holds his back as he still reels from the chair shots, as Hunter rolls away holding his neck and bails from the ring. Carter slowly sits up, as he looks to the ref still guilty about the enziguri, but they are still recovering themselves. He makes his way to his feet as he stretches before exiting the ring himself and moves to where Hunter is and Carter delivers a kick to Hunter’s torso, which Hunter drops to the side holding his torso, but Carter grabs him and pulls him up and then sends him into the ring steps with a clatter!
Lunam: Carter takes a moment, as Hunter rolls from the ring to recover!
Simone: Carter catches Hunter with a kick before sending him into the ring steps!
Carter moves back in and grabs Hunter and drags him away from the steps before doing a little twerk and then hits the standing moonsault! Carter rolls off Hunter and pulls him up and then rolls him back into the ring. Carter follows close behind and goes for a pin…
Lunam: Carter with the Fairy Tail before he pushes Hunter back into the ring and then goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR…kickout!
Hunter gets his shoulder up, as the referee becomes more aware and Carter tries again with another pin…
Simone: Summers is still recovering and again does another slow count, which Hunter kicks out with ease!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Hunter gets his shoulder up with more urgency, as Carter looks to the ref and briefly apologises to him before turning his attention back to Hunter, where he grabs Hunters legs and goes to set up the Texas cloverleaf and locks it in. Hunter grimaces in discomfort, as Jacob Summers makes his way back to his feet and looks on as Carter puts more pressure on the submission hold!
Lunam: Hunter kicks out as Jacob is more aware of things, as Carter then sets up and locks in the Texas cloverleaf!
Hunter claws at the mat as he pulls himself closer to the ropes, which he reaches and the ref moves in and Carter reluctantly releases as he makes his way to his feet, as Hunter rolls towards the ropes as Brooke moves in and hands something off to Hunter. Hunter then grabs the middle ropes and pulls himself up.
Simone: Hunter fights out of the cloverleaf hold, as Brooke hands off something to hunter, but can’t see what!
Carter rushes in and Hunter blocks him with a high elbow, Carter then turns and Hunter swings at Carter, but Carter ducks the wild swing and grabs Hunter’s arm and pulls off the brass knucks and tosses them away, Hunter yanks his arm away and drives his head forward into Carter’s chest! Carter stumbles away holding his chest as Hunter takes a step forward and hits a standing dropkick.
Lunam: Carter moves in but Hunter stops him and then Hunter tries to surprise Carter with what appears to be brass knucks, but Carter dodges that and grabs Hunter’s arm and removes them but doesn’t see the headbutt coming!
Carter drops to the mat, as Hunter moves in and grabs Carter and goes to tie him up in the Double Underhook Impaler DDT, but Carter blocks it as Hunter tries again but again is blocked and Carter counters and sends Hunter up and over and he lands on his back! Hunter rolls onto his hands and knees and quickly crawls away, as Carter makes his way to his feet before moving toward Hunter.
Simone: Carter seems to be in trouble here, but he fights back!
Carter fires in a kick to Hunter’s torso once more and Hunter drops down and Carter leaps up and hits a mushroom stomp on Hunter, which Hunter lets out a heavy breath, as Carter pulls Hunter up to his feet before hitting a double knee facebreaker and sends Hunter back down but Carter isn’t done and pulls Hunter up once more and whips him into the ropes! Carter quickly follows behind and as Hunter stumbles of the corner, Carter quickly climbs the ropes and hits the Fruit Fly – Eclipse.
Lunam: Carter with a double knee facebreaker and then finishes it with the fruit fly!
He then goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Carter picks up the win!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter’s music hits over the p.a, as he rolls off Hunter and makes his way to his feet.
The camera opens on the pool deck of the Summer XXXTreme XIV cruise ship, where the afternoon sun glitters across the water and a loud, energetic crowd has gathered around one of the lounge areas. A long poolside table has been covered in beach towels, charity flyers, bottles of water, shot glasses, and a large handmade sign that reads: Body Shots For Charity: Respectfully, Responsibly, and With Hydration.
At the center of the commotion is Ciarán Doyle, stretched out across the table like he has somehow become both the event host and the event itself. He is shirtless, wearing dark swim trunks, sunglasses, and the kind of grin that suggests this was absolutely his idea and he has no intention of apologizing for it. A line of fans, men and women alike, has formed beside the table while a member of the cruise staff collects donations in a bright plastic bucket.
Ciarán: Now listen here, all of ye! This is a charitable establishment, not a free-for-all, so we are conductin’ ourselves with class, dignity, and just enough poor judgment to keep the afternoon interestin’.
The fans cheer while one woman at the front of the line drops a folded bill into the donation bucket. Ciarán lifts a finger sternly, though the grin never leaves his face.
Ciarán: Hydrate between rounds, respect boundaries, tip your bartenders, and for the love of God, don’t spill on the abs. These are not community property. These are a carefully maintained public attraction.
A male fan steps up next, laughing as the cruise staff member checks with Ciarán and then pours the shot. Ciarán folds his hands behind his head, dramatically staring up at the sky as though enduring a great sacrifice.
Ciarán: Brave of me, really. Some men give speeches. Some men write checks. I have chosen the harder road.
The fan takes the body shot, the surrounding crowd erupting in whistles and laughter. Ciarán immediately points toward the bucket.
Ciarán: That’s another twenty for charity and another step closer to me bein’ canonized by the end of this cruise. Saint Ciarán of the Questionable Decisions has a lovely ring to it.
As another fan approaches, Ciarán turns his head toward the camera with mock seriousness.
Ciarán: And before anyone at home starts clutchin’ pearls, everyone is sober enough to consent, old enough to know better, and generous enough to donate. That makes this a wholesome family activity if your family is very, very fun at reunions.
The crowd breaks into laughter again, and Ciarán is basking in it when Ms. Rocky Mountains: enters the shot with a microphone in hand. She pauses a few feet away, looking from the donation bucket to the line of fans to Ciarán, who gives her a lazy wave from his place on the table.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán Doyle, I have conducted interviews in a lot of unusual circumstances, especially here at Summer XXXTreme, but I have to ask. Is this how you prepare for a championship opportunity?
Ciarán turns his head toward her and lowers his sunglasses just enough to look over the top of them.
Ciarán: Some men meditate. Some men lift weights. I support morale.
The fans cheer loudly, and Ciarán gestures toward them with one hand.
Ciarán: Look at these beautiful people. They’re happy, they’re generous, they’re hydrated, and nobody has fallen into the pool yet. I’d say this is one of the more successful athletic programs on the ship.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I’m not sure “athletic program” is the phrase I would use.
Ciarán: That’s because ye lack vision, Ms. Rocky Mountains:.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: smiles despite herself, glancing toward the line of fans.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Clearly. But while you’re out here supporting morale, you do have something very serious ahead of you. At Summer XXXTreme XIV, you challenge Ryan Keys for the Roulette Championship in Ultimate X Over the Pool, and you will also have to deal with Zayvion Lyons. That is not exactly a relaxing afternoon on deck.
Ciarán swings his legs over the side of the table and sits up, taking the towel offered by one of the fans and draping it over his shoulders. The playful energy stays in his face, but his posture shifts just enough to show that the question has his attention now.
Ciarán: No, it isn’t. Ultimate X is dangerous enough when there’s a ring underneath ye. Put it over a pool, put the Roulette Championship hangin’ above us, put two men like Ryan Keys and Zayvion Lyons in there with me, and suddenly the whole thing becomes a lovely little nightmare with a view.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ryan Keys has been proving himself as champion, and he has shown he can adapt to the chaos that comes with the Roulette division. How do you approach someone like him?
Ciarán: With respect first. Ryan Keys didn’t trip into that championship. He earned it, and he’s carried it like it matters. That’s the thing people forget about the Roulette Championship. The stipulation changes, the match changes, the danger changes, but the champion still has to be ready every time. Ryan has been ready.
Ciarán pauses, then gives a small, confident smile.
Ciarán: But respect does not mean I’m walkin’ in there to admire him from a safe distance. I know he’s good. I know he’s tough. I know he has every reason to believe he can climb up there, unhook that title, and leave still champion. The problem for him is that I have every reason to believe I can stop him.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And Zayvion Lyons? He has been building momentum of his own, and he is not someone you can afford to overlook.
Ciarán nods, his expression turning more measured.
Ciarán: I wouldn’t dream of overlookin’ Zayvion. The man is explosive, focused, and hungry. That kind of hunger is dangerous, especially in a match where one mistake can send ye crashin’ down into the water while someone else climbs over your head. Zayvion doesn’t need much room to change the whole match. Give him a gap, give him a second, and he’ll make ye regret it.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So where does that leave you?
Ciarán: Right where I like to be. In the middle of something unpredictable, with no easy way out and no room to pretend. That’s what the Roulette Championship is. It’s not polite. It doesn’t care what ye planned. It doesn’t care how ready ye thought ye were. It spins the wheel, throws the madness at ye, and then it asks who can keep their nerve.
He glances over at the pool, watching the water ripple under the sunlight. Then he looks back at Ms. Rocky Mountains: with that same coy spark returning to his eyes.
Ciarán: And I can keep mine.
A few fans cheer, while others start chanting his name. Ciarán grins toward them, then looks back at Ms. Rocky Mountains:.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You seem very relaxed for someone heading into a match where you could be dropped into a pool from several feet in the air.
Ciarán: Oh, I’m not relaxed. I’m just pretty.
The crowd laughs and whistles. Ms. Rocky Mountains: gives him a look.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: That was not the question.
Ciarán: It was the honest answer.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán.
Ciarán laughs softly, then raises both hands in surrender.
Ciarán: Fine, fine. The truth? I’m nervous. I’d be a fool not to be. Ultimate X Over the Pool is the kind of match where confidence helps, but arrogance gets ye embarrassed. Ryan Keys is the champion for a reason. Zayvion Lyons is in that match for a reason. And I’m not walkin’ into it thinkin’ either one of them is there to make up the numbers.
His voice settles into something firmer, the Irish lilt still clear but the joking edge softened.
Ciarán: I’m walkin’ in because I want that championship. I want to prove that I can thrive in the chaos instead of just surviving it. I want to climb above that pool, fight through two of the best men in this division, and take hold of the Roulette Championship with my own two hands.
The fans respond with a louder cheer this time, not just amused now, but invested. Ciarán lets that breathe for a moment before the smirk returns.
Ciarán: And then, naturally, I’ll return to supportin’ morale. The work of a public servant is never done.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Before I let you return to your very charitable public service, do you have any final message for Ryan Keys and Zayvion Lyons?
Ciarán stands fully now, tossing the towel over one shoulder. He looks directly into the camera, water sparkling behind him and fans crowded around with phones raised.
Ciarán: Ryan. Zayvion. I respect the hell out of both of ye. I know what ye can do, I know what ye want, and I know neither of ye are comin’ to Summer XXXTreme to be anyone’s footnote.
He leans slightly closer to the camera, smile turning sharp and playful.
Ciarán: But I’m not comin’ to be yours either.
The crowd reacts, and Ciarán lets the moment hang just long enough before his expression shifts into something wickedly coy.
Ciarán: And for the record? Neither Ryan nor Zayvion can make me wet.
There is a beat of stunned silence before Ryan Keys walks onto the scene, the Roulette Championship over his shoulder and a twenty-dollar bill raised between two fingers. The pool deck immediately starts buzzing as Ryan gives the gathered fans a bright grin, then waves the bill toward the donation bucket.
Ryan: Hold up, hold up. I gotta object to that, because I’m pretty sure there’s still one more body shot to be had.
The fans howl as Ryan steps closer and drops the twenty into the bright plastic bucket. The cruise staff member lifts the bucket with a laugh, giving it a little shake as the crowd claps and whistles around them.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ciarán?
Ms. Rocky Mountains looks to Ciarán, who glances from her to Ryan and then back to the crowd with a helplessly amused shrug. He lets the moment breathe just long enough for the fans to start chanting louder, then turns his coy smile back toward Ryan.
Ciarán: Well, far be it from me to deny a champion the chance to put his mouth where his money is.
The pool deck erupts all over again as Ciarán lays back down across the table, folding one arm behind his head while the other rests casually at his side. Ryan hands the Roulette Championship to the cruise staff member for safekeeping, then steps in with exaggerated seriousness as the shot is carefully prepared.
Ryan: For charity, right?
Ciarán: Entirely noble. Practically saintly.
Ryan leans down and takes the body shot with lips and tongue, drawing a deafening reaction from the fans packed around the table. Ciarán keeps his composure for about half a second before laughing, while Ryan straightens with a victorious grin and throws both arms up like he just won a second championship.
Ryan: That’s another twenty for charity, and I’d call that money well spent!
The crowd is still howling with delight as Ms. Rocky Mountains fans herself with one hand, staring between Ryan and Ciarán like the interview has officially escaped all known production control.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is it hot out here for anyone else, or is that just me?
Upbeat summer house music pulses. Quick clips of colorful cruise ship decks, fans in Pride gear, and the glittering ocean.
Narrator: Ryan Keys is the SCW Roulette Champion… and right now, he’s making sure everyone on this ship knows what ‘The Life of the Party’ really means.
The footage cuts to the main atrium.
Ryan Keys, the Roulette Championship slung over his shoulder, beams as he waves over a group of fans.
Ryan: Yooo, come on! No hiding in the back! Get in here!
He pulls two shy fans into a big group photo, throwing up peace signs while the crowd cheers. Several phones flash at once.
Later that afternoon on the upper deck.
Ryan signs a fan’s custom tank top, laughing.
Ryan: This Pride fit is fire by the way, those colors are popping! You wore it better than I could.
He high-fives the fan, then spots a familiar face.
Ryan: Ay, you’re the one from the pool yesterday! Still got that energy? Let’s go!
Elsewhere on the ship, near the bar area.
Ryan briefly jumps into a small circle of fans dancing. He does a playful spin, holding the Roulette Championship high, then hands it to a fan for a quick pose, keeping one hand firmly on the plate.
Ryan: You hold it… but I’m not letting go just yet!
The footage cuts to sunset on the promenade.
Ryan walks through the crowd, fist-bumping fans, signing merchandise, and taking selfies.
Ryan: For real, thank you for spending your vacation with us. This is your party too!
Final shot: Poolside at golden hour.
Ryan stands by the pool edge, championship gleaming on his shoulder. The music dips slightly.
Ryan: Look at all of you! This is what Summer XXXTreme is supposed to feel like!
He turns back to the cheering fans, flashing a bright smile as the music swells again.
Ryan: We’re celebrating right now! Let’s gooo!
He jumps back into the dancing crowd as the segment fades out with quick cuts of laughter, title poses, and ocean views.
The cameras cut away from the main stage and out to the pool deck, where the fans are already packed around the barriers, along the rails, and up on the balconies overlooking the water. Suspended above the center of the pool is the familiar Ultimate X structure, the cables crossing high overhead with the Roulette Championship hanging from the center, glittering beneath the cruise ship lights.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Ultimate X Over the Pool match, and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship! In this contest, there are no pinfalls, no submissions, and no count-outs. The only way to win is to climb the structure, cross the cables, and retrieve the Roulette Championship suspended above the pool!
The opening of “Backyard Boogie” by Mack 10 hits, and the fans explode as Zayvion Lyons comes jogging through the crowd from the far side of the pool deck. He slaps hands with fans on both sides, points up at the championship, then springs onto the edge of a reinforced platform and throws both arms up as the crowd cheers even louder.
Justin: Introducing first, from Inglewood, California, weighing in at two hundred and fourteen pounds, Zayvion Lyons!
Simone: Zayvion Lyons walks into this match as a former Roulette Champion, and that makes him especially dangerous. He knows what it takes to win this championship, and tonight he has a chance to take it back in one of the wildest environments possible.
Lunam: Aye, and Zayvion’s got the speed, the confidence, and the nerve for a match like this! If he gets to those cables first, Ryan Keys may be watchin’ his championship disappear before he can stop him!
Antti Martikainen’s “Lords of Iron” thunders across the ship next, and Ciarán Doyle emerges from the upper deck stairway to a strong reaction from the fans. He pauses at the top, takes in the sight of the X hanging over the water, then descends toward the pool with a confident smile, rolling his wrists and shoulders as he sizes up every inch of the structure.
Justin: From Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-seven pounds, Ciarán Doyle!
Simone: Ciarán Doyle may be giving up some size in this match, but his combination of aerial ability and technical skill could serve him extremely well here.
Lunam: That’s right, Belinda! Ciarán’s quick, he’s crafty, and he’s not the sort to panic when things get messy. If he can keep his head while everyone else is flyin’ around like eejits, he could leave this pool deck with the gold!
The energy shifts as “I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?” by A Day to Remember blasts through the speakers. Ryan Keys appears from the opposite side of the ship with the Roulette Championship raised overhead, walking through a wall of cheering fans with a grin on his face and the swagger of a champion who knows exactly how dangerous this is going to be.
Justin: And finally, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, he is the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion, Ryan Keys!
Simone: Ryan Keys has embraced the chaos of the Roulette division, and tonight he has to defend that championship in a match where one mistake could cost him everything.
Lunam: Aye, but Ryan looks like he was made for this madness! He’s the champion, he’s fearless, and he already promised he’d dive into that pool to celebrate. The question is whether he’ll still have the championship when he does it!
Ryan hands the championship over to Dawn Barnes, who raises it for all sides of the crowd before passing it to the official crew member to secure at the center of the X. Dawn checks on all three competitors, points up to the title, then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And here we go! Ryan Keys defends the Roulette Championship against Ciarán Doyle and Zayvion Lyons in Ultimate X Over the Pool!
Lunam: Aye, and unlike the Bombshells earlier, there are no eliminations if ye hit the water in this one. But I promise ye, Belinda, nobody wants to go swimming unless they’ve already won the match!
The three men circle around the edge of the pool, each of them looking up at the championship and then back at each other. There is no cheap shot, no sneak attack, just three popular competitors sharing a quick nod before Zayvion breaks first and sprints toward the closest support beam!
Ryan and Ciarán move at the same time from opposite sides. Zayvion scales the structure fastest, but Ciarán catches him halfway up and grabs his ankle, forcing Zayvion to hop on one foot across the narrow platform before turning and catching Ciarán with a sharp kick to the shoulder.
Ryan climbs on the far side and grabs the cable first, swinging out over the pool as the fans rise to their feet. He starts moving hand over hand toward the center, but Zayvion launches himself from the support platform and catches the cable behind him, the whole structure shaking as both men hang over the water!
Simone: Ryan and Zayvion are already out over the pool! They are not wasting any time!
Lunam: That’s madness, Belinda! Beautiful madness, but madness all the same!
Ciarán climbs up behind them, using the support post and crossbar with smooth technical precision rather than speed. Ryan reaches back with one boot and catches Zayvion in the chest, but Zayvion swings with the blow, uses the momentum, and hooks his legs around the cable to hang upside down for a moment as the crowd roars.
Ryan shakes his head, almost laughing at the audacity, but Ciarán comes in from the side and catches Ryan with a boot to the ribs. Ryan loses one hand, swings dangerously over the pool, and the fans gasp as his lower body dips toward the water.
Simone: Ryan Keys almost went into the pool right there!
Lunam: He said he’d dive in to celebrate, but I don’t think he meant five minutes into the match!
Ryan manages to hook his arm back over the cable, but Zayvion reaches past him and grabs for the belt. Ciarán sees the danger, swings his legs up, and catches Zayvion around the head with a hanging headscissors, twisting just enough to pull Zayvion away from the center.
Zayvion drops to the deck instead of the pool, landing hard on the padded platform beside the water. Ciarán drops after him, rolling through the landing, but Ryan stays on the cable and starts inching toward the belt again.
The crowd chants for Ryan, but Zayvion pops up, runs along the poolside edge, and springboards off the lower platform into a wild dropkick that catches Ryan’s legs from underneath. Ryan swings like a pendulum and slams shoulder-first into the support cable before dropping onto the deck, thankfully rolling away from the water before he can splash down.
Simone: Zayvion Lyons just took the champion out of the sky!
Lunam: The athleticism of these three is unreal! They’re turning a cruise ship pool into a battlefield!
Ciarán grabs Zayvion from behind and takes him down with a quick technical takedown on the padded deck, floating over into a front facelock even though there are no submissions. Zayvion twists free, and the two exchange counters until Ryan comes back with a running senton that wipes both challengers out!
The fans applaud all three men as they scramble back up, and for one wild moment they trade fast shots in a triangle near the pool’s edge. Zayvion catches Ryan with a leaping forearm, Ciarán catches Zayvion with a European uppercut, and Ryan answers Ciarán with a spinning kick that sends him staggering backward toward the water.
Ciarán windmills his arms at the edge, barely saving himself from falling in. Ryan reaches out to steady him without thinking, and Ciarán nods in thanks before immediately sweeping Ryan’s legs and dropping him onto the deck.
Simone: There is respect here, but there is still a championship at stake!
Lunam: Aye, friendship is grand until there’s gold above your head!
Zayvion climbs again, this time moving like a blur up the support beam and onto the cable. Ciarán follows from the opposite end while Ryan pushes himself up, sees both challengers above him, and chooses the most Ryan Keys option possible.
He climbs onto a nearby lifeguard platform, measures the distance, and jumps!
Ryan catches the cable between both men, and the crowd loses its mind as the champion swings wildly over the pool. Ciarán reaches for him, but Ryan kicks off Ciarán’s chest and uses the momentum to swing toward Zayvion, catching him with both legs around the waist.
Zayvion refuses to let go of the cable. Ryan pulls himself up, Zayvion elbows backward, and Ciarán crawls closer to the belt while the two of them are busy fighting each other.
Simone: Ciarán Doyle may steal this! He is inches away!
Lunam: That Kerry lad is smart as a whip! Let the other two fly about like lunatics and take the prize!
Ciarán gets one hand on the championship strap, but Ryan sees it and lunges, grabbing Ciarán’s wrist before he can unhook the belt. Zayvion swings himself up and joins them at the center, and suddenly all three men are hanging from the X, fighting around the championship as the pool churns beneath them.
Ciarán kicks Ryan in the ribs. Zayvion grabs for the belt. Ryan blocks him with his shoulder, and the title swings loose enough that the fans scream, thinking it might fall into the water.
Dawn Barnes watches from below, eyes locked on the belt and the competitors as all three struggle above her. Ryan gets a leg hooked around the cable, freeing one hand long enough to hammer Zayvion with a forearm, but Zayvion fires back with one of his own.
Ciarán shifts position and nearly slips. His hand comes off the cable, and for one terrifying second, he is hanging only by the bend of one knee. Ryan grabs him by the wrist, stopping him from falling, but Zayvion uses the opening to go for the belt.
Simone: Ryan just saved Ciarán from hitting the pool, but it may cost him the championship!
Lunam: That’s the heart of a champion, but he’d better move fast or he’ll be a noble former champion!
Ryan yanks Ciarán back up and then swings his body hard, crashing shoulder-first into Zayvion before he can pull the belt free. Zayvion loses his grip and drops, landing on the padded deck with a thud that sends him rolling toward the pool.
The crowd gasps as Zayvion’s arm splashes into the water, but the rest of him stays on the deck. He pulls himself back with a grin, soaking one sleeve but avoiding the full plunge.
Ciarán and Ryan are alone at the center now. Ciarán reaches for the belt with his left hand while Ryan reaches with his right, and both men grab the championship at the same time.
The fans explode as they tug back and forth. Ciarán tries to twist the belt loose, but Ryan shifts his weight, hooks his legs tighter around the cable, and pulls himself higher. Ciarán lands one last forearm, Ryan answers with one of his own, and the champion suddenly wrenches the belt downward with everything he has.
The championship comes free!
DING DING DING!
Simone: Ryan Keys has done it! Ryan Keys retains the Roulette Championship!
Lunam: What a match! What a mad, brilliant, heart-stopping match!
Ryan clutches the title to his chest while hanging from the cable, breathing hard as the fans chant his name. Ciarán drops safely to the deck below, disappointed but smiling as he looks up at the champion, while Zayvion pulls himself to his feet and applauds from the poolside.
Ryan carefully lowers himself down to the deck, where Dawn Barnes raises his arm and hands the championship back to him. Justin Decent steps forward as the crowd continues cheering.
Justin: Here is your winner, and still SCW Roulette Champion, Ryan Keys!
Ryan raises the title high, then looks from Ciarán to Zayvion and offers both men a handshake. Ciarán takes it first, then pulls Ryan into a quick embrace, and Zayvion joins them with a grin, all three men earning another loud ovation from the fans around the pool.
Simone: That is what competition is supposed to look like! Three incredible athletes, three fan favorites, and Ryan Keys proving he deserves to remain Roulette Champion!
Lunam: Aye, and fair play to Ciarán Doyle and Zayvion Lyons as well! They came within inches of leaving this pool deck with the gold, but tonight belongs to Ryan Keys!
Ryan looks down at the pool, then back at the fans, and the grin spreads across his face as they realize what he is thinking. He hands the title to Dawn Barnes for safekeeping, backs up, points to the crowd, and takes a running leap straight into the pool!
The splash erupts high enough to soak the nearest fans, and the entire deck cheers as Ryan surfaces laughing, throwing both arms up in celebration. Dawn holds the Roulette Championship above the water as Ryan swims to the edge, still champion, still smiling, and very happily keeping the promise he made.
We cut to the backstage area at Summer XXXTreme where we see Cassie and her entourage leaning against a wall.
Cassie: How many times is Harper going to get a second chance at a title she couldn’t even defend on her first go around with it? Honestly! Are we sure she’s not Jessie Salco but taller and with dirty blonde hair? How long until she tries every trick in the book to insert herself in the World Bombshell Title Scene? And Harper should know about those tricks because Jesse was the one who invented them who she was a twenty something year old Bombshell!
Riley: Wasn’t that something like a decade ago?
Cassie: So?
Riley: I’m just saying, you and me were both twelve, Lexie was eight years old…………….
Krystal: On behalf of millennials everywhere? SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Simone: Thank you Krystal!
Lunam: My knees were in the process of turning to dust!
Lexie: That shit doesn’t matter anyway because Cassie’s about to win a title that Harper’s never held nor will she ever hold it!
Cassie: And unlike Harper? I have a decent reason for putting myself in the Bombshell Internet Title Scene because I scored a non title win over Alexandra!
Riley: Would’ve been better as a one on one rematch though!
Cassie: Not arguing that! And tonight? My five year title drought officially ends when I take the Bombshell Internet Title!
Cassie and her entourage walk off as the scene fades.
Holly Wood steps through the ropes in full flamboyant glory, strutting across the canvas with one hand raised and the other smoothing down the front of their referee shirt as the fan-filled ship erupts in cheers. Justin Decent stands ready at center ring, but Holly pauses just long enough to take him by the shoulders, plant a playful peck on his cheek, and leave Justin blinking while the crowd howls with laughter and applause.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Bombshell Internet Championship! In this match, there are no disqualifications and no count outs. The first Bombshell to score a pinfall or submission will be declared the winner and Bombshell Internet Champion!
Now The Walls Are Caving In, All The Lies You Said Are Resurfacing
Un Bon Souvenir by Cage Fight hits the speakers and Cassie walks out, vibing to the heavy riff, she is soon accompanied by Krystal and the half-sisters share a fist bump.
Justin: Introducing, from Grenock, South Australia and being accompanied by Krystal Wolfe, she is The Judas Wolfe CASSIE WOLFE!
Cassie marches down to the ring and rolls in stopping at the centre and assuming a kneeling pose while staring down her fans, she stands up straight as Krystal joins her and retreats to a corner.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe has been waiting for an opportunity like this, and with Krystal Wolfe at ringside, she may have an insurance policy built right into this match.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s the trouble, Belinda. In a Triple Threat, Krystal can stick her nose in far more than Holly Wood might like, and there’s precious little anyone can do about it!
“Release me”
The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones,, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JOONNEESS!!!
Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits .......... arrival.
Lunam: There’s a woman who does not care one bit if this crowd loves her, hates her, or fears her. Kat Jones walks into every fight like she’s already decided somebody is leaving hurt.
Simone: Kat is dangerous, focused, and she knows that she does not have to beat Alexandra Calaway to become champion. She can pin Cassie Wolfe and walk away with the Bombshell Internet Championship.
The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.
Justin: From DALLAS, TX.. she is the Bombshell Internet Champion! ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!"
Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair.
Simone: Alexandra Calaway walks into this match as champion, but she is at a serious disadvantage. She does not have to be pinned to lose the title tonight.
Lunam: True enough, but look at her, Belinda. That is not the face of a champion afraid of the odds. That is the face of a woman ready to drag both challengers into deep water and make them regret signing the contract!
Holly Wood steps between all three Bombshells and takes the Bombshell Internet Championship from Alexandra, lifting it high above their head while turning to every side of the ship so the fans can see exactly what is at stake. Alexandra keeps her eyes fixed on the title, Kat stares across the ring at the champion with a cold intensity, and Cassie glances from one opponent to the other with a sly little smile that says she already has something planned.
Holly hands the championship out to ringside, checks with each competitor, and then points toward the timekeeper with theatrical flair. The crowd rises as Alexandra rolls her shoulders, Kat lowers into a ready stance, and Cassie takes one look at both of them before casually stepping backward toward the ropes.
DING DING DING!
Cassie Wolfe immediately ducks through the ropes and drops to the floor, throwing her hands up as if she has decided this entire situation has nothing to do with her. Kat turns her head slowly, unimpressed by the escape, but Alexandra does not wait for Cassie to reconsider. The champion steps forward and meets Kat in the center of the ring, and the two collide with forearms that echo over the pool deck as the crowd comes alive.
Simone: Cassie Wolfe has just taken herself out of the opening exchange!
Lunam: Clever, cowardly, and completely legal! Let Kat and Alexandra batter each other senseless, then slither back in when there’s a prize to steal!
Kat drives a knee into Alexandra’s midsection and tries to whip her toward the ropes, but Alexandra reverses and catches Kat on the rebound with a sharp back elbow. Kat stumbles but does not go down, answering with a stiff kick to the thigh before grabbing Alexandra by the hair and pulling her into a clubbing forearm across the upper back. Alexandra grits her teeth, shoves Kat back, and blasts her with a lariat that finally takes WildKat off her feet.
Cassie watches from the floor with Krystal beside her, both of them clapping sarcastically as Alexandra covers Kat quickly. Holly Wood slides into position with dramatic urgency.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Kat powers the shoulder up, and Alexandra has no time to reset because Cassie suddenly darts back into the ring and catches the champion from behind with a running dropkick. Alexandra falls forward into the ropes, and Cassie immediately grabs her by the waist, rolling her backward into a quick pin attempt while Krystal pounds the apron and shouts encouragement from the outside.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Alexandra kicks free, and Cassie scrambles away before Kat can grab her. Kat gets back to her knees and reaches for Cassie, but Cassie slips between the ropes again, laughing as she drops to the floor for a second time. This time, however, Kat and Alexandra look at each other, and for one brief second, the champion and challenger come to the exact same conclusion.
Simone: Cassie tried it once and got away with it. She may not be so lucky twice!
Lunam: Ah, look at this now! Kat and Alexandra are thinking the same thing, and Cassie Wolfe just realized she’s out of room to run!
Kat rolls under the bottom rope while Alexandra steps out onto the apron, and Cassie suddenly backs away with both hands raised. Krystal tries to step between them, but Alexandra points at her with a warning glare while Kat circles from the other side. Cassie runs around the ring post and slides back inside, but Alexandra and Kat follow her in from opposite ends, trapping her in the middle as the crowd roars.
Cassie spins toward Kat and eats a forearm. She staggers backward into Alexandra, who hammers her with a shot of her own. Kat grabs Cassie by the wrist and sends her into Alexandra’s boot, then Alexandra feeds her right back into a snap suplex from Kat that rattles the canvas. Cassie rolls to her side, clutching her back, but the temporary alliance continues as Alexandra pulls her up and launches her into the corner.
Kat charges in first with a running knee to Cassie’s ribs, and Alexandra follows with a heavy corner splash that crushes the breath out of the challenger. Cassie drops to a seated position, gasping, and Alexandra steps back to let Kat drive a boot into Cassie’s chest. For a moment it looks like the champion and WildKat are going to keep picking Cassie apart, but Kat suddenly turns and cracks Alexandra with a forearm across the jaw.
Lunam: And there it is! Friendship over!
Simone: It was never friendship, Erik. It was temporary convenience, and Kat Jones just ended it before Alexandra could!
Kat grabs Alexandra and tries to pull her into a DDT, but Alexandra twists free and shoves Kat into the ropes. Kat rebounds and ducks a clothesline, then Cassie surges up from the corner and chop blocks Alexandra from behind. The champion drops to one knee, and Kat takes advantage with a running boot to the side of Alexandra’s head, sending her down hard.
Cassie and Kat both dive for the cover at the same time, each trying to shove the other away while Holly Wood crouches beside the tangled mess. Kat elbows Cassie in the ribs and hooks Alexandra’s leg, but Cassie yanks Kat backward by the hair before Holly can count. Kat turns furious, and Cassie answers with a slap across the face that shocks the crowd for half a second before Kat lunges at her.
Cassie flees toward the ropes, and Krystal reaches in from the floor, grabbing Kat’s ankle just long enough to trip her face-first onto the mat. The crowd boos loudly as Cassie springs off the ropes and hits a low dropkick to Kat’s head, then rolls her over for the pin while Krystal backs away with a grin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: Krystal Wolfe just tripped Kat Jones from the outside, and because this is Triple Threat rules, Holly Wood cannot call for a disqualification!
Lunam: It’s rotten, it’s sneaky, and it’s legal as rain in Galway! Cassie Wolfe came in with a plan, and Krystal Wolfe is a big part of it!
Cassie does not waste time arguing. She grabs Kat by the hair and pulls her up, but Alexandra recovers enough to catch Cassie with a stiff kick to the gut. Alexandra hooks Cassie and plants her with a vertical suplex, floating over into a cover before Kat can fully recover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Kat breaks it up with a stomp to Alexandra’s back, then pulls the champion up and drives her into the corner with shoulder after shoulder. Alexandra absorbs the impact and fires back with a headbutt that staggers Kat, but Cassie slips in behind both of them and climbs to the middle rope. She leaps off with a crossbody aimed at both women, but Alexandra catches her across the chest while Kat catches her legs, and the crowd surges as Cassie realizes she has been caught by both opponents.
Alexandra and Kat step forward together and dump Cassie over the top rope, sending her crashing down onto Krystal at ringside. The half-sisters collapse in a heap on the floor, and the fans explode as Alexandra and Kat stand side by side for one more second. Then Kat turns and drills Alexandra with a right hand, and the fight between them begins again with even more force than before.
Alexandra answers with a chop that cracks across Kat’s chest, then another, then a third that backs WildKat into the ropes. Kat snarls and reverses the pressure with a knee to the ribs, hooking Alexandra for a swinging neckbreaker that drops the champion flat. Kat covers immediately, pressing her forearm across Alexandra’s face.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Kat sits up with a glare, but before she can argue with Holly, Cassie is back on the apron. Kat charges, but Cassie drops down and snaps Kat throat-first across the top rope. Kat stumbles backward into Alexandra, who rolls her up from behind.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Kat kicks out and both women scramble up, but Cassie springboards back in with a missile dropkick that catches Alexandra in the chest and sends her rolling under the ropes to the apron. Cassie turns toward Kat and lands a quick kick to the knee, then a sharp kick to the side of the head. Kat drops to one knee, and Cassie hits the ropes, but Alexandra reaches from the apron and grabs Cassie by the hair, yanking her backward onto the mat.
Simone: Alexandra Calaway refuses to let this match slip away from her. Every time Cassie thinks she has the opening, the champion shuts it down!
Lunam: That’s championship instinct, Belinda. Alexandra knows one bad second can cost her the Internet Championship, so she’s fighting like every breath matters!
Krystal climbs onto the apron again, shouting at Holly Wood and pointing toward Kat as if Kat has done something wrong. Holly turns toward her, waving her off with exaggerated irritation, and Alexandra sees the distraction immediately. Cassie reaches toward the floor and Krystal slides something toward her, but Kat notices at the same time Alexandra does.
Kat grabs Cassie’s wrist before she can use the object, while Alexandra storms across the ring and catches Krystal with a right hand. Krystal wobbles on the apron but does not fall, and Kat releases Cassie long enough to step in and punch Krystal from the other side. Krystal staggers back toward Alexandra, who hits her again, then Kat hits her again, and the crowd counts along as Krystal is knocked back and forth like a human punching bag.
Finally Alexandra and Kat grab Krystal together, each taking an arm, and fling her off the apron to the floor below. Krystal crashes down in front of the announce position, leaving Cassie alone in the ring with two very angry women. Cassie’s eyes widen, and for the first time in the match, there is no clever escape waiting for her.
Lunam: Krystal Wolfe just got bounced from one fist to the other like a bad pub argument!
Simone: And now Cassie Wolfe has no backup! Alexandra and Kat have evened the odds, at least for the moment!
Cassie tries to beg off, but Kat grabs her first and drives a knee into her stomach. Alexandra follows with a stiff forearm, then the two women send Cassie into the ropes and flatten her with a double shoulder tackle. Cassie rolls away in pain, and Kat immediately turns on Alexandra again, throwing a wild shot that the champion ducks before catching Kat with a spinebuster in the center of the ring.
Alexandra covers Kat, hooking both legs as Holly drops down.
ONE!
TWO!
Cassie breaks it up!
Cassie throws herself onto Alexandra at the last second, hammering down desperate forearms before rolling toward the edge of the ring. She sees the Bombshell Internet Championship lying near the timekeeper’s area after the earlier chaos, and with Krystal still down, Cassie makes the choice herself. She slips out, snatches the title belt, and slides back in while Alexandra is still trying to rise and Kat is pushing herself up on unsteady arms.
Simone: Cassie has the championship!
Lunam: No disqualifications! Holly Wood can warn her all they want, but they can’t stop it unless they rip it out of her hands!
Kat gets to her feet first, dazed and angry, and Cassie swings the title with both hands. The belt cracks against Kat’s skull with a sickening impact, and WildKat collapses flat to the mat as the crowd erupts in boos. Cassie drops the belt and dives onto Kat, hooking the leg with both arms while Alexandra turns and sees the cover unfolding.
ONE!
TWO!
Alexandra snatches up the fallen title belt and blasts Cassie across the back of the head, knocking her clean off Kat before Holly’s hand can hit the mat a third time. Cassie rolls away in a heap, stunned by her own weapon being turned against her, and Alexandra drops the title beside her before crawling over to Kat. The champion drapes herself across WildKat, hooking the far leg as Holly Wood slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The crowd explodes as Alexandra rolls away from Kat and clutches at the mat, breathing hard after surviving the chaos, the interference, the temporary alliances, and Cassie’s final attempt to steal the championship. Holly Wood retrieves the Bombshell Internet Championship and presents it to Alexandra, who pulls it close against her chest before forcing herself up to one knee.
Justin: Here is your winner, and STILL Bombshell Internet Champion, ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!
Simone: What a chaotic Triple Threat match! Cassie Wolfe used every advantage available, Krystal Wolfe inserted herself again and again, Kat Jones fought like a woman possessed, but Alexandra Calaway survived it all!
Lunam: Aye, and she did more than survive it! Cassie tried to steal the title with the belt itself, but Alexandra turned the whole thing back on her and walked out still the champion. That was gritty, clever, and pure championship nerve!
Alexandra rises to her feet as Holly Wood raises her arm, the Bombshell Internet Championship lifted high in her other hand while the ship roars around her. Kat remains down, robbed of the final moment by Cassie’s belt shot, and Cassie lies near the ropes after being clobbered out of her own cover, but Alexandra Calaway stands tall in the center of the ring, battered, breathing heavily, and still champion.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome back to the deck of the Princess Cruise, the incomparable, the unforgettable, and quite possibly the reason security has had to update its glitter policy three times already this evening. Once again, Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd gathered across the deck erupts into cheers, whistles, and laughter as the lights around the open-air performance space dim to a soft ocean blue. The camera pans away from the ring area and toward the upper deck, where a small spotlight snaps on near the railing overlooking the water.
Amanda Hugginkiss steps back out onto the deck, one hand already raised in a royal pageant wave. This time she has changed into a white sequined sailor bodysuit with navy blue trim.
The music kicks in with a bright, brassy cruise-ship flourish, joined by a thumping dance beat that has the crowd clapping along almost immediately. Amanda lifts both arms, the wind catching her scarf at the exact perfect moment, and the new performance commences!
Amanda: I booked myself a cabin with an ocean view,
Then I saw a man in trunks yelling, “Brother, who are you?”
He had baby oil shining from his neck to his shoes,
And a folding chair packed with his formal cruise.
There were giants at the buffet stacking shrimp like bricks,
A luchador complaining that the salsa lacked kick.
One diva hit the hot tub with her entrance pose,
While three tag teams argued over who got the window.
The waves got rough, the ship went wide,
Somebody took a bump off the waterslide.
The captain said, “Please, no fighting by the pool,”
But the main event started over “one soft stool.”
Wrestlers on a cruise, honey, sound that bell,
The ocean got body-slammed and the seagulls can tell.
They’re flexing, they’re posing, they’re cutting a promo,
In flip-flops, spray tans, and questionable cologne.
Wrestlers on a cruise, better clear the deck,
Someone’s getting suplexed by the soft serve neck.
If the ship starts rocking, it isn’t the motion,
It’s a steel cage brunch in the middle of the ocean!
At karaoke night, things got out of hand,
When the heel grabbed the mic from a cover band.
He said, “This crowd is trash and the buffet is weak,”
Then got chopped so hard he lost color in his cheek.
A referee in sandals tried to keep things clean,
But he missed five low blows and a drag queen.
I said, “Sweetie, count faster, I’ve got bingo at nine,”
Then hit a death drop clean on the conga line.
The pool boys screamed, the toddlers cried,
A cruiserweight moonsaulted off the starboard side.
Poseidon came up with a shell in his hand,
And said, “Who booked this floating SummerSlam?”
Wrestlers on a cruise, honey, sound that bell,
The ocean got body-slammed and the seagulls can tell.
They’re flexing, they’re posing, they’re cutting a promo,
In flip-flops, spray tans, and questionable cologne.
Wrestlers on a cruise, better clear the deck,
Someone’s getting suplexed by the soft serve neck.
If the ship starts rocking, it isn’t the motion,
It’s a steel cage brunch in the middle of the ocean!
There’s a sleeper hold by the omelet tray,
A battle royal at the cabaret.
The champ got pinned near the towel exchange,
And the waiter said, “This is above my pay range.”
A manager screamed, “He was never legal!”
Then got dive-bombed by an angry seagull.
The lifeguard yelled, “No running, please!”
So they power-walked into DDTs.
Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall,
Or until we reach Cozumel, whichever comes first.
Introducing first, from Cabin 8B, weighing in at three checked bags,
The Queen of the Seven Seas, Miss Anita Lifevest!
Wrestlers on a cruise, honey, hold my wig,
The drama is small but the muscles are big.
They’re slamming, they’re jamming, they’re stealing the show,
While Grandma from Tampa yells, “That looked low!”
Wrestlers on a cruise, let the horn go toot,
There’s a masked man passed out in a sequined boot.
If we sink this ship with devotion and bruises,
Tell the world we went down with wrestlers on cruises!
So tip your queen and protect your plate,
The midnight buffet has a title match at eight.
From bow to stern, we’ve got nothing to lose,
When the ring meets the waves with wrestlers on a cruise!
The last of the song rings out across the deck of the Princess Cruise, and the crowd explodes into cheers, whistles, and applause, with several fans on the deck jumping to their feet. Amanda Hugginkiss then breaks into a delighted prance along the deck, her silver heels clicking against the floor as she bounces from one side of the performance area to the other. She blows kisses toward the fans gathered near the railing, then turns and sends another flurry of kisses toward the ring area, making sure not a single section of the cruise ship feels neglected by her affection.
With the applause still rolling across the deck, Amanda backs toward the entrance with a pageant wave that refuses to end. Just before disappearing, she leans back out one more time, blows one final kiss to the cameras and fans, then ducks backstage, leaving the deck buzzing, laughing, and cheering for more.
The camera cuts backstage to the upper deck of the Princess cruise ship. The Caribbean stretches endlessly behind them as passengers can be seen in the distance, completely unaware that a championship match will soon spill across the deck. LJ Kasey stands at the railing with an iced coffee in one hand while his law school friend Marcus leans beside him, taking in the atmosphere.
Marcus: ...Can I ask what might be the dumbest question I've asked all week?
LJ: Considering I've known you through an entire year of law school? That's a pretty competitive category.
Marcus: I'm being serious.
LJ: That's usually when I get worried.
Marcus points toward the row of lifeboats hanging off the side of the ship.
Marcus: Shouldn't they move those?
LJ looks where Marcus is pointing before looking back at him.
LJ: ...Why?
Marcus: So Brandon Hendrix can't climb back aboard.
LJ just stares at him for a second before breaking into laughter.
LJ: You've actually put thought into this.
Marcus: Dude, I'm serious! The entire match is about throwing people overboard.
LJ: Correct.
Marcus: Right. So if Hendrix lands in a perfectly good lifeboat....did you really throw him overboard?
LJ has to lean against the railing because he's laughing too hard.
LJ: I cannot believe your brain works like this.
Marcus: I'm asking legitimate safety questions.
LJ: Mate...the crew fishes them out. Nobody's drifting to the mainland because someone tossed Brandon Hendrix into the sea.
Marcus: Okay...that does make a lot more sense. Still think they should hide one.
LJ: I'll pass it along.
Marcus: You won't.
LJ: Absolutely not.
Simone: Welcome back to Summer XXXTreeme and our next match! At Into the Void Miles Kasey defeated Alexander Raven in the Winner Takes All Match for the Internet and World Heavyweight Championships but due to SCW’s long standing rule that no wrestler can hold two singles titles at the same time? He had to vacate one title and chose to vacate the Internet Championship! Now? The second annual Overboard Battle Royal will determine the new champion as Cyrus Riddle, Brandon Hendrix, Brayden Williams, LJ Kasey and the returning Mac Bane battle it out for the title.
Lunam: The rules are simple, the match will begin with two men fighting, every two minutes another man will enter the match, only way to eliminate an opponent is to throw the guy overboard and once there are two men remaining? They will take it to the six sided ring where the new champion will be crowned!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the Overboard Battle Royal! This match will determine the new SCW Internet Champion!
The crowd cheers but those cheers only go up as Mac Bane steps forward, the big Texan ready for a fight.
Justin: Introducing participant #1: from Fort Arthur, Texas, he stands 6ft 6ichs Tall and weighs in at 280ibs, he is a former SCW Roulette, Internet and World Heavyweight Champion, MAC BANE!
Simone: On paper you’d think someone like Mac would be the favourite to win.
Lunam: He’d certainly be the hardest guy to throw overboard with his size!
Then? The cheers grow louder as LJ Kasey steps forward.
Justin: Introducing participant #2: from Middleton, England, weighing in at 215ibs, LJ Kasey!
Simone: LJ is looking to win his first title in wrestling but I think it’s safe to say that he drew the short straw here!
Lunam: And LJ isn’t a small guy eighter, je’s two inches shorter than Mac, but Mac has the size and power on his side.
Mac and LJ share a handshake to start things off as Holly calls for the bell.
Simone: It should be noted that every SCW Referee has been assigned to this match and given how crazy it’s bound to get? I don’t blame management one bit!
Lunam: This should be good!
Once the match starts Mac tries to rely on his strength and power while LJ ducks and weaves around the larger athlete, targeting Mac’s legs in an attempt to cut down the big Texan, after a few minutes of this Mac manages to turn the tide, shoving LJ away and laying him out with a clothesline that knocks the Brit down, Mac then picks up LJ and starts dragging him over to the side of the ship.
Simone: We might have our first elimination already!
Lunam: And considering LJ recently got married to Alexandra Callaway I can already hear the jokes being made!
However LJ starts fighting back, scoring with a European Uppercut before holding his own in a brawl with Mac, while the two men do end up near the ship’s railing? It’s a much more even affair now that LJ is in the match, but then? The buzzer goes off.
Justin: Introducing entrant #3: from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 190ibs he is “The Future” BRAYDEN WILLIAMS!
Simone: Here comes the son of Todd Williams but based on his success, or lack thereof, in SCW, I have to wonder if he’s only gotten the job because of who his dad is!
Lunam: That is a very good point and what is that idiot doing?
Brayden enters he fray but rather than go straight for LJ who is a lot closer to his size? He jumps on Mac’s back and tries to wear down the big Texan with a sleeper hold, which only seems to irritate Max!
Simone: Why on earth did Brayden go straight for Mac when LJ is right there?!
Lunam: We might create a “Stupidest Idea” category for the Year End Awards at this rate!
Even though Mac is one of his opponents in the match? Even LJ is shaking his head at Brayden’s plan and eventually? Mac throws Brayden to the floor, deadlifts him into a Military Press, and walks over to the side of the ship.
Brayden: WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!
Simone: It seems to me that Brayden is regretting everything he’s done in the last ten seconds.
Lunam: Only ten?
Justin: Introducing participant #4............
As Brandon starts making a beeline for his old rival in LJ? Brayden is unceremoniously tossed overboard by Mac and Brayden let’s out a familiar sounding scream.
Justin: From Milan, Italy, weighing 266ibs BRANDON HENDRIX! Oh and Brayden Williams has been eliminated!
Simone: Did Brayden let out the Goofy scream as he was yeeted by Mac?!
Lunam: Yes, yes he did.
DING DING DING!
With Brayden disposed of Mac starts going after LJ and Brandon as the two old rivals exchange blows further along the ship with all three men knowing that’s only a matter of time before Cyrus enters the match! Mac catches up with his two smaller opponents and cracks their heads together, knocking them both down, Mac tries to go after LJ for an elimination next but LJ fights back.
Simone: He’s already taken out one of the smallest men in the match and now Mac has his eyes set on LJ once again!
Lunam: And that’s not good news for LJ!
LJ and Mac’s brawl lasts for a bit before Brandon rejoins the action with a cheapshit on Mac, LJ doesn’t seem all that happy about it but he realizes that this is his best chance at getting Mac out as he starts working with Brandon, this arrangement actually lasts a fair bit of time until……….
Justin: Introducing the final participant: from London, England, weighing 227ibs. CYRUS RIDDLE!
Simone: That’s everyone now and with Brayden already gone? We’re halfway through the field.
Lunam: And to the surprise of no one? Cyrus is going straight for Brandon!
Indeed? While LJ and Brandom try to throw Mac overboard Cyrus rushes onto the scene and blasts Brandon from behind with a forearm to the back, inadvertently saving Mac from being eliminated as the big Texan turns round and hits LJ with a knee lift, knocking the wind right out of the Brit in the process! Mac and LJ proceed to pick up where they left off at the start of the match while Brandon and Cyrus brawl in a separate area of the ship.
Simone: It could be anyone’s game at this point!
Lunam: LJ and Mac have Drew and Jacob watching them where Dawn and Holly are watching Brandon and Cyrus, one thing’s for sure? Nothing is being missed!
As the four men go at it it’s clear that exhaustion has set in for LJ and Mac due to them being the first two men in the match while Brandon and Cyrus, being the fresher men, still have plenty of fight in them, however over on Brandon and Cyrus’s side? Things have come to ahead as Cyrus leans Brandon against the railing and goes to charge in for a clothesline only for Brandon to counter with a backdrop! However as he is coming down on the wrong side of the railing? Cyrus manages to grab a hold of Brandon’s long hair forcing him to turn around.
Brandon: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Cyrus: TAKING YOU WITH ME!
Cyrus manages to get a foothold on the side of the ship before pulling Brandon over, sending both plummeting.
Justin: Brandon Hendrix and Cyrus Riddle have been eliminated! LJ Kasey and Mac Bane will now fight for the SCW Internet Championship!
Simone: We started with these two men and now we’re ending it with them.
Lunam: Meanwhile Brandon and Cyrus’s cycle has come full circle after they lost that tag team match to Miles and HB Carter via a double countout!
It takes a moment for LJ and Mac to realize what just happened as they both share a “wait, what?” look on their faces but they quickly start brawling towards the ring with Drew following closely and once they reach the ringside area LJ gets a surge of energy and runs onto the Ring Apron before ring for a Moonsault Press, however? Mac catches the Brit and hoists him up onto his shoulders before going to introduce LJ’s Face to the turnbuckle in this manner! However LJ skips out the back and shoves Mac into the turnbuckle face first before sliding into the ring with Drew.
Simone: Titles can’t be run on countouts so I don’t know what LJ’s thinking here!
Lunam: He’s trying to regroup while Mac recovers!
Mac returns to the ring and LJ starts kicking away at his legs before going for a Hurricanrana but Mac counters it into a Powerbomb before hoisting LJ up for a Lariat! Then? Mac grins the signal!
Simone: Smart as that may be LJ just got wiped out!
Lunam: And Mac’s calling for the Burnout!
Mac goes for the Spike DDT but LJ fights out of before hitting the ropes and hitting the Os Cutter!
Simone: BLAST FROM THE PAST! HE NAILED IT!
Lunam: Stick a fork in Mac, he’s done!
LJ goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW SCW INTERNET CHAMPION, LJ KASEY!
Simone: LJ HAS DONE IT! HE’S WON HIS FIRST TITLE IN SCW!
Lunam: WHAT A MATCH!
LJ celebrates with his newly won title while Drew checks on Mac and the ship’s crew looks for Brayden, Brandon and Cyrus!
Miles is standing off to the side of the backstage area with his phone to his ear while Carter and Kevin sit nearby on a pair of production cases. Kevin absentmindedly bounces one leg while scrolling through his phone as Carter watches people come and go down the hallway. Miles listens for a few seconds before finally nodding.
Miles: Perfect. That's all I needed to hear.
He smiles for the first time during the conversation.
Miles: So the bedroom's finished, the glass is in, the walls are painted and everything should be wrapped up before we get back tomorrow? Good. I appreciate you and the crew getting it done this quickly. I know it wasn't exactly a normal renovation. Trust me... I'd rather never need your services again. Thanks. We'll see you tomorrow.
Miles ends the call and slips the phone back into his pocket before letting out a slow breath. Carter immediately looks over.
HBCarter: Everything good?
Miles: They'll be finished before we get back to Vegas tomorrow afternoon. The balcony doors have already been replaced, the drywall's done, the bedroom's been repainted and they're putting everything back where it belongs this afternoon.
Kevin looks up from his phone.
Kevin: So... it'll actually look normal again?
Miles smiles at him.
Miles: That's the idea.
Kevin sits quietly for a moment before asking the question that's obviously been sitting in the back of his mind.
Kevin: You really think that'll help?
Miles doesn't answer immediately, instead, he walks over and leans against the production case beside him.
Miles: I don't know if anything's ever going to erase what happened. And honestly... I don't think it should. A large part of me thought about just calling a realtor, putting the condo on the market and finding somewhere else to live because for a while there all I could see every time I closed my eyes was broken glass, blood on the floor and police officers walking through what was supposed to be the safest place in the world for us.
HBCarter: Absolutely not. We've worked too hard to make that place our home. Lazarus doesn't get to decide where we live any more than he gets to decide how we live.
Miles points at Carter with a smile.
Miles: That. Besides... if it comes down to it, we'll redecorate. We'll repaint every wall if we have to. We'll move every piece of furniture. Hell, we'll schedule extra sessions with Dr. Delacore until she gets sick of looking at us.
Kevin: I... actually wouldn't mind repainting my room. I've got some regrets about that green I picked when I first moved in.
Carter's head immediately snaps toward Kevin as the biggest grin slowly spreads across his face.
Miles: ...Aw, hell.
Kevin: What?
Miles: You have absolutely no idea what you've just done.
HBCarter: He's right. You just gave me permission to remodel.
Kevin: I said repaint...
HBCarter: That's how it starts.
Miles: First it's paint. Then it's new furniture because the old furniture doesn't match the paint. Then it's curtains because they definitely don't match the furniture. Then somehow we've spent enough money to put a down payment on another condo.
HBCarter: You forgot lighting.
Miles: I intentionally forgot lighting.
HBCarter: Accent wall?
Miles: Don't you dare.
Kevin: I... feel like I should apologize.
Miles: Little late for that, kid.
Carter is already mentally designing the room.
Miles: Yep. I know that look. He's gone.
HBCarter: I'm thinking maybe a darker blue...
Miles: He's gone.
Kevin: Connor's probably waiting for me anyway.
Miles: Smart decision. Why don't you go find him while I attempt to stop this one from maxing out one of our credit cards before we even get back to Vegas?
Kevin: Deal.
Kevin stands, slipping his phone into his pocket before walking over to them. He wraps Miles in a quick hug, then does the same with Carter.
Kevin: Be safe out there... both of you.
Miles: Always.
HBCarter: We've got this.
Kevin starts walking away before stopping after only a couple of steps. He turns back toward them, almost as if he's about to say something else.
Kevin: ...Love you guys.
Miles: Love you too, kid.
HBCarter: Right back at you.
Kevin smiles, gives them one last nod and disappears back toward the crowd where Connor is waiting. Carter watches him go before slowly looking over at Miles.
HBCarter: That conversation's getting closer.
Miles lets out a quiet laugh.
Miles: Yeah...But it'll happen when he's ready, not because we think it should.
HBCarter: Fair enough.
Miles reaches up and adjusts the World Championship on his shoulder.
Miles: Until then...
He looks toward the Gorilla Position.
Miles: I've got Alexander Raven.
HBCarter: And I've got Logan Hunter.
Miles: Sounds like we've both got work to do.
Carter steps in, straightens the championship on Miles' shoulder, smooths the front of his shirt and steals a quick kiss.
HBCarter: Wish me luck?
Miles: You don't need luck but you've got mine anyway.
HBCarter: See you after, Champ.
Miles: You always do.
Senior referee Jasmine St. John enters the ring to a respectful cheer from the fans aboard the cruiseliner, her striped shirt crisp, her expression focused, and her eyes already locked on the responsibility waiting in front of her. Justin Decent stands in the center of the ring with the microphone in hand, and Jasmine steps to him first, offering a professional handshake before she turns toward the ropes and checks the ring one final time.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd roars as the lights shift, the excitement rolling across the cruise ship arena like thunder over open water.
As the opening rift of Kafka by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.
Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.
Justin: Coming down the aisle is the challenger! Accompanied by Luna Pasilno! Alexander RAVEN!
As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her. Waiting for the bell.
Simone: Alexander Raven walked into this rematch with questions hanging over him that go far beyond championship gold. There was a point where he was openly contemplating whether he had anything left to give, whether it was time to hang up his boots, and yet here he stands with the biggest opportunity in this sport in front of him.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s what makes him dangerous, Belinda. A man who’s looked at the end of the road and chosen to keep walkin’ is no ordinary challenger. Raven’s not comin’ in here just to win a title, he’s comin’ in to prove the fire’s still burnin’ in his bones.
Justin: And his opponent!
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!”
Justin: From Manchester, United Kingdom, currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds! He is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion! MILES KASEY!
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 Raven.
Simone: Miles Kasey has been everything a World Heavyweight Champion should be. Confident, fighting, resilient, and willing to defend that championship against the very best this company has to offer.
Lunam: He’s atop the mountain now, and that view changes a man. But there’s a former champion across from him who knows every loose stone on that climb, and Raven would love nothin’ more than to send Miles tumblin’ down it.
Jasmine St. John takes the World Heavyweight Championship from the timekeeper and steps between both men. She lifts the belt high overhead, turning slowly so the fans onboard the cruiseliner can see exactly what is at stake, the gold catching the arena lights as both champion and challenger stare past it and into each other. Jasmine then passes the title outside, checks with Miles, checks with Raven, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Miles and Raven circle quickly, neither man wasting time, both stepping into a collar-and-elbow tie-up that snaps into motion almost instantly. Raven tries to dig in with the weight advantage, using his catch background to twist Miles into a side headlock, but Miles slips a hand under the wrist, spins out, and takes Raven over with a crisp Japanese arm drag that sends the challenger rolling to a knee.
Raven rises fast and charges back in, only for Miles to catch the arm again with an arm wrench takedown, floating over into a wristlock while grinding the joint down with technical precision. Raven grimaces, rolls forward, kips up just enough to relieve the pressure, and counters into a hammerlock before trapping Miles in a cravate. He wrenches hard on the neck, but Miles uses the ropes for momentum, flips through, lands on his feet, and snaps Raven over with another arm drag.
The crowd applauds the speed as Raven backs into the ropes and comes forward again, this time ducking under a leapfrog and catching Miles off the rebound with a waistlock. He pops the hips for a German suplex, but Miles lands on his feet behind him, springs to the second rope, and fires back with a springboard arm drag that sends Raven skidding across the canvas. Raven rolls through, Miles charges, Raven drops low for a drop toe hold, and Miles twists mid-fall into a front facelock, only for Raven to roll through into a short arm scissors attempt.
Simone: This is exactly what we expected. Technical wrestling, counters, speed, and neither man willing to concede a single inch.
Lunam: It’s beautiful stuff, so it is. Raven’s tryin’ to make it a chess match, but Miles is movin’ like the board’s on fire.
Miles stacks Raven’s shoulders before the scissors can fully lock.
ONE!
Raven rolls out immediately, and both men scramble up at the same time. Raven shoots for a single leg, Miles sprawls, Raven transitions to the ankle, Miles cartwheels free, and Raven catches him with a fast arm drag of his own. Miles pops up, Raven swings with a thrust kick, Miles ducks, hooks the waist, and Raven blocks the backdrop suplex by grapevining the leg. Miles releases, Raven spins behind, Miles reaches back, snaps Raven forward with a head grip mat slam, and both men kip or roll back up before stopping chest-to-chest in the center.
The fans break into loud applause as both men stare each other down. Miles nods once with respect, breathing hard but smiling, while Raven’s expression stays guarded and intense. Luna watches from ringside with both hands clasped in front of her mouth, while Jasmine gives them space but keeps a close eye on every twitch.
Simone: That opening exchange ended dead even, and these fans know it.
Lunam: Aye, and that’s the sound of a crowd appreciatin’ two men who came to wrestle before they came to wound.
They lock up again, but Raven changes the rhythm with a sharp knee to the midsection and a snapmare into a seated chinlock. Miles fights up, elbows free, hits the ropes, and Raven catches him with a slingblade that turns the champion inside out. Raven covers tightly, hooking the near leg and pressing his forearm across Miles’ jaw.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven stays on him, dragging Miles up by the arm and hammering in a belly-to-back suplex that lands high on the shoulders. He floats over and tries to trap Miles in a crossface chickenwing variation, but Miles squirms toward the ropes before Raven can lace the second arm. Jasmine checks the position as Miles hooks the bottom rope with his boot.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven releases cleanly, though not happily, and steps back with his hands raised. Miles pulls himself up, shaking out his shoulder, but Raven charges with a facewasher boot that crushes Miles against the lower turnbuckle. Raven drags him out and hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven sits back for a moment, jaw tight, then pulls Miles into a grounded front facelock and starts grinding him down. Miles plants a knee, then a foot, lifting Raven just enough to drive him backward into the corner. Raven fires a forearm across the back, but Miles answers with a quick Irish Hammer to the chest, then another, and then a third that backs Raven into the ropes.
Miles whips Raven across, drops down, pops up, and catches him with a leaping calf kick that brings the champion’s speed back into play. Raven rolls to the apron to create distance, but Miles hits the far ropes, darts back, and launches through with a tope suicida that sends both men crashing into the padded ringside floor. The fans explode as Miles pops up first, firing both hands into the air before dragging Raven back toward the ring.
Simone: Miles Kasey just changed the temperature of this match in one heartbeat!
Lunam: That’s the champion’s gift. Give him half a breath, and he’ll turn defense into flight.
Miles rolls Raven inside and climbs to the top rope. Raven rises groggy, turning right into a diving crossbody from the champion, and Miles hooks both legs on impact.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Miles wastes no motion. He grabs Raven’s wrist, twists into another arm wrench, and leaps into a satellite headscissors takedown. Raven stumbles up near the ropes, and Miles springboards again, but Raven catches him out of the air with a brutal exploder suplex that throws him across the ring. Miles lands hard and clutches his ribs as the momentum swings again.
Raven crawls into the cover, pressing his weight down across the chest.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven’s eyes narrow. He drags Miles up, hooks him for a German suplex, and this time launches him cleanly, keeping the waistlock clasped. Raven rolls through, pulls Miles up, and hits a second German, the champion folding on impact. Raven keeps control, trying for a third, but Miles flips backward, lands behind him, and plants both feet into Raven’s back with a lung blower that leaves both men down.
Jasmine starts her count as the cruiseliner crowd pounds on the barricades and stomps in rhythm.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Miles crawls toward the corner while Raven pushes up on one forearm. The champion reaches the ropes first, pulling himself upright, and when Raven charges, Miles slips out to the apron, kicks him through the ropes, and springboards in with a missile dropkick that hits square in the chest. Raven staggers to the center, Miles charges, and the champion snaps off a standing Spanish Fly that draws a huge gasp from the crowd.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Simone: I thought that was it! Miles hit the Standing Spanish Fly out of nowhere!
Lunam: Raven kicked out on instinct alone, Belinda. There’s no plan in that, just stubbornness and spite keepin’ the shoulders alive.
Miles looks toward the top rope and the fans rise with him. He drags Raven into position, climbs fast, and twists through the air for a moonsault, but Raven rolls away. Miles lands on his feet, absorbing the shock in his knees, only for Raven to spring up and blast him with a Shining Wizard. Miles drops like a cut string, and Raven stacks him deep.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven slaps the mat once, not in protest but frustration, and then he turns Miles over into a Boston Crab. He sits down hard, pulling back on the legs while Miles claws toward the ropes, teeth gritted and face twisted in pain. Raven shifts his weight, trying to drag Miles back to center, but Miles twists his hips, reaches under, and kicks Raven away with both legs.
Raven rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a standing elbow drop, but Miles rolls aside and Raven hits canvas. Miles springs to the second rope, leaps backward, and drives both feet into Raven’s sternum with a double foot stomp. The challenger gasps for air, and Miles immediately covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Miles pulls Raven up, looking for a vertical suplex, but Raven blocks once, twice, and then reverses the grip into a suplex of his own. Miles floats over, hooks the head, and snaps Raven down with a reverse frankensteiner that spikes him badly. The crowd erupts as Raven folds to the mat, and Miles crawls over with urgency.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Miles cannot hide the shock, but he does not argue. He rises, dragging Raven toward the corner, and points to the top. The fans roar as he climbs, steadying himself on the turnbuckle and looking back for the Reverse 450. He launches, rotates beautifully, but Raven moves at the last possible instant, and Miles crashes hard into the canvas chest-first.
Raven stumbles up, dazed but aware enough to see Miles wounded. For one dangerous second, the old Alexander Raven flickers in his eyes. Miles is against the ropes, Jasmine is checking his condition, and Raven’s hand twitches as if he is about to cheap shot him from the blind side with a closed fist or worse, something cruel and familiar from older habits.
Luna leans forward at ringside, watching him closely. Raven’s fist tightens, then slowly opens. He steps back instead, letting Jasmine clear away before he grabs Miles legally by the wrist and pulls him into the center.
Simone: That was a moment, Erik. Raven had a chance to take the low road, and he chose not to.
Lunam: Aye, and don’t underestimate what that means. A man’s habits don’t die easy, especially when gold’s on the line.
Raven hauls Miles up and locks both arms behind him, hunting for The Kingslayer. The crowd rises in alarm as Raven tries to cinch the double hammerlock DDT, but Miles twists his body, drops to a knee, and rolls through. Raven follows, refusing to lose the grip, but Miles kicks him away, pops up, and catches him with a sharp thrust of his own knee before hoisting him into a backdrop suplex.
Miles bridges.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Both men scramble up exhausted. Raven lands a straight punch to the body, Miles fires back with a forearm, Raven answers with another, and suddenly the match becomes a hard-hitting exchange in the center of the ring. Raven’s brawling punches are heavier, thudding into Miles’ ribs and jaw, but Miles’ strikes are quicker, slicing through the openings Raven leaves behind.
Raven ducks a spinning kick and catches Miles with a Lou Thesz Press, raining down punches until Jasmine warns him about the closed fists.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven breaks, rolls away, and comes back in with a springboard elbow that catches Miles as he rises. He covers again, chest heaving.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out!
Raven drags Miles to the ropes and places a boot across his face, grinding him down. Jasmine moves in immediately.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Raven releases again, this time snapping his hands up as if to say he heard her. The crowd boos the aggression, but there is a restless admiration beneath it, because Raven is fighting hard without crossing the line that would cost him the match.
Miles staggers to the corner, and Raven charges, but the champion springs up and over him, lands behind, and hooks Raven from behind with sudden desperation. In one fluid motion, Miles wraps the arm across the throat and drags Raven backward into an Asuka Lock, legs clamping around the body as the crowd explodes.
Simone: Miles has him! Miles has Raven trapped in the Asuka Lock!
Lunam: He’s got the body scissors, he’s got the arm across the throat, and Raven’s in terrible trouble now!
Raven’s eyes widen as Miles squeezes, the champion pouring everything he has left into the hold. Raven reaches forward, fingers straining toward the ropes, but Miles rolls him backward and away from salvation. Luna is screaming from the floor, slapping the mat, urging Raven to move, to think, to fight.
Raven twists his hips, trying to create space, but Miles tightens the lock and pulls him back again. The challenger’s face reddens, his boots scraping against the canvas until he finally plants both feet against the bottom turnbuckle. With one last surge, Raven kicks off the corner with everything he has, throwing both bodies backward in a sudden reversal of leverage.
Miles’ shoulders slam to the mat beneath Raven’s weight. Raven hooks awkwardly, trapping Miles’ legs in the collision, and Jasmine drops into position as the crowd loses its mind.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The arena erupts in absolute shock. Miles releases immediately, rolling to his side with his eyes wide, stunned by how quickly the match slipped through his fingers. Raven lies on his back for a second, chest heaving, barely understanding it himself until Luna slides into the ring and throws herself beside him.
Justin: Here is your winner, and the new World Heavyweight Champion! Alexander RAVEN!
Jasmine St. John retrieves the World Heavyweight Championship and hands it to Raven, who sits up slowly as if the weight of the moment has only just reached him. Luna takes his face in both hands, laughing through emotion, and Raven clutches the championship against his chest before rising with her help. The crowd gives a mixed but thunderous reaction, surprise slowly giving way to respect for what they have just witnessed.
Simone: Alexander Raven has done it. After everything, after questioning his future, after wondering whether he still belonged in this ring, he has defeated Miles Kasey and become World Heavyweight Champion again.
Lunam: And he did it without takin’ the cheap way out. He had the chance, Belinda. We all saw it. But he beat Miles with instinct, leverage, and the kind of mat awareness that made him champion in the first place.
Miles pulls himself up in the corner, still visibly stunned. He looks at Jasmine, then at Raven, then down at the canvas as the replay runs through his mind. He had the hold. He had the champion’s answer. And in one desperate kick from the corner, Raven had stolen the match from underneath him.
Raven turns and sees Miles standing. The new champion’s expression tightens, uncertain for a moment, as Miles steps forward with the disappointment still written plainly across his face. Then, as promised, Miles offers his hand.
The crowd rises again, a wave of applause beginning before Raven has even moved. Raven looks at the hand, then at Luna, who gives the smallest nod. After a long pause, Alexander Raven accepts it.
The applause grows louder as Miles shakes his hand firmly, then lifts Raven’s arm high in the air. Raven stands beside him with the World Heavyweight Championship clutched in his other hand, breathing hard, his eyes shining with the knowledge that the road had not ended after all. Miles releases him, gives him the ring, and ducks out through the ropes to let the new champion have his moment.
Simone: That is sportsmanship at the highest level. Miles Kasey is shocked, he is hurt, but he still honored his word.
Lunam: That’s the measure of the man, right there. And for Raven, maybe that handshake matters nearly as much as the gold. He won the championship, aye, but he might have won back a piece of himself tonight too.
The final shot holds on Alexander Raven and Luna Pasilno in the center of the ring. Luna wraps her arms around him as Raven raises the World Heavyweight Championship overhead, the cruiseliner crowd roaring around them, the sea outside unseen but felt beneath everything, carrying the new champion into the next chapter of his reign.
The camera opens on the dark ocean, moonlight reflecting on the water. Mercedes Vargas stands at the railing, looking out for a moment. She exhales, almost a quiet laugh to herself, then turns toward the camera.
Mercedes: You know what’s funny...
She adjusts her stance, one shoulder leaning into the railing.
Mercedes: All week, it’s been the same question.
Slight shrug.
Mercedes: “How do you beat Victoria Lyons?”
She nods like she’s heard it a hundred times before. Not if. Not maybe. Just how. A small smirk forms, but it doesn’t last long.
Mercedes: And I get it.
She gestures loosely with one hand, casual.
Mercedes: She’s been on top long enough that people stopped imagining anything else. That’s what happens when you keep winning. People stop questioning it.
She glances back out at the ocean briefly.
Mercedes: You start to feel permanent.
She turns back, more focused now.
Mercedes: And look, everything she’s done? That’s real. The defenses, the spotlight, the pressure… she carried it. I’m not gonna stand here and pretend she didn’t earn that.
She nods once, firm.
Mercedes: She did.
A beat. The wind picks up slightly, pushing her hair back.
Mercedes: But what nobody talks about...
She pushes off the railing, now standing upright.
Mercedes: …is what happens when you’ve been on top too long.
She takes a few slow steps along the deck. The camera tracks with her.
Mercedes: You get used to it. You stop looking over your shoulder. You stop feeling that pressure creeping in from behind.
She glances at the camera.
Mercedes: You forget what it’s like to be hunted.
She stops walking.
Mercedes: I don’t have that problem.
Slight shake of her head.
Mercedes: I haven’t been comfortable in a long time.
She taps her chest lightly.
Mercedes: After my second reign ended, I’ve been chasing the World Bombshell Championship for years.
She looks down for a second, then back up.
Mercedes: Not a good month. Not a hot streak. Years of it. And yeah, that comes with some things.
She half-smiles, but it’s tired, honest.
Mercedes: Losses. Setbacks. Walking back into a locker room knowing you came up short again.
She leans back against the railing, more grounded now.
Mercedes: Having people tell you real confidently that you’re not the one.
A short pause.
Mercedes: They were wrong. Because when I hear that, I don’t get offended. I get motivated.
No emphasis. Just certainty.
Mercedes: See, that’s the part people miss when they compare us.
She gestures between herself and the lens, implying Victoria.
Mercedes: Victoria learned how to stay on top.
Slight nod.
Mercedes: I learned how to survive when people thought I was finished.
She looks out at the water again as a wave crashes loudly below.
Mercedes: And now we’re here….
She turns back.
Mercedes: Two out of three falls.
She lets that sit, then shakes her head slightly.
Mercedes: People say it like it’s just a stipulation. Like it’s trivia. Trust me, it’s not.
She steps closer to the camera.
Mercedes: Because one fall? That can be a bad moment. Bad timing. One mistake.
She raises a finger.
Mercedes: Two?
She lowers it slowly.
Mercedes: That’s not an accident anymore. That’s something else.
A faint grin creeps in.
Mercedes: That's a pattern. That’s a conversation.
She starts pacing again, slower now.
Mercedes: And honestly, that’s the part I’m interested in.
She glances sideways at the camera as she walks.
Mercedes: Not how confident she looks walking in. Not how long she’s been on top. I want the moment it all starts coming apart.
She stops again, turning fully toward camera.
Mercedes: What happens after something goes wrong.
She taps her chest again.
Mercedes: Because I know exactly who I am in that moment. I’ve been there. I've lived it.
She nods to herself.
Mercedes: You don’t learn much from winning too easily. You learn when it hurts. You learn when you have to claw your way back.
A longer pause this time. The ship horn sounds faintly in the distance.
Mercedes: And I’ve been around long enough to see how this goes.
She exhales through her nose, reflective.
Mercedes: New faces come in calling themselves the future. Champions swear they were untouchable.
She tilts her head slightly.
Mercedes: Some of them were incredible. Some of them should’ve lasted longer than they did. Mikah… Roxi… Alicia… Samantha… Crystal…
She nods with each name, respectful.
Mercedes: They mattered. They helped build this place. But so did the ones who outlasted them.
She steps closer again, voice tightening just a little.
Mercedes: And eventually, every conversation circles back to the same thing.
She taps her chest again, more deliberate now.
Mercedes: Who’s still here. You don’t last this long by accident. You don’t become the name people measure themselves against because you got lucky.
She leans slightly toward the lens.
Mercedes: You get there because nobody could get rid of you.
A beat.
Mercedes: And that’s where Victoria and I are different.
Softer, but sharper now.
Mercedes: She thinks this is another title defense. Another night where the world expects her to walk out the same as she walked in.
She shakes her head once.
Mercedes: It’s not. Not even close.
She steps in close. This is the closest she’s been to the camera.
Mercedes: I'm not trying to prove I belong. That part’s done.
Simple. Direct.
Mercedes: I’m here because I want what she has.
She eases back slightly, tension still there.
Mercedes: Maybe it takes two falls. Maybe it takes all three.
Slight shrug.
Mercedes: Maybe it gets ugly.
A quick, almost amused breath.
Mercedes: Good..
She shakes her head slowly.
Mercedes: What I can’t live with is leaving anything on the table.
She looks off for a second, then back, more personal now.
Mercedes: So tonight, Victoria gets everything.
The wind gusts again, louder this time.
Mercedes: You see pressure.
She gestures outward, toward the ship, the event, everything.
Mercedes: I see timing.
She taps her chest.
Mercedes: I see the moment I’ve been waiting on.
She steps forward one last time.
Mercedes: And when that bell rings...
She shakes her head slightly.
Mercedes: None of this follows us in there. No streaks. No headlines. No excuses. Just you and me, mamita.
A long pause. She doesn’t blink.
Mercedes: And when it’s over….
Softer now, but firm.
Mercedes: One of us walks off this cruise ship with the championship.
Another beat.
Mercedes: I plan on it being me.
She holds the stare, then finally breaks it. Mercedes turns, walking down the deck, slow and deliberate. The camera stays where it is as she moves away. After a few steps, she says her final words.
Mercedes: Enjoy it while you’ve got it, Victoria.
She doesn’t turn around.
Mercedes: Because after tonight...
A slight pause as she keeps walking into the distance.
Mercedes: ... it's going to feel very different.
The camera lingers on the empty railing, the ocean beyond. Fade to black.
Simone: It’s Main Event Time folks and we’ve got a rematch from Into the Void on our hands as Victoria Lyons takes on Mercedes Vargas in a Two out off Three Falls Match for the World Bombshell Championship!
Lunam: These two ladies put on an Instant Classic back in Japan but this match will be war of attrition between two women who have done it all in the Bombshell Division!
Simone: Let’s not waste any time and take it to Justin!
Justin: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING AND IT IS A TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH AND IT IS FOR THE SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin Decent: Introducing the challenger, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent(s) to arrive.
Simone: For years Mercedes was considered a spent force in SCW but since last year’s Viking Era Tour it’s like she’s had a fire lit under her ass!
Lunam: She won the Bombshell Internet Championship at last year’s Into the Void only to lose it at the Summer XXXTReme PPV that year, will this be a reversal of fortune?
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena lights dim as "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, Darian follows close behind, 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: Being accompanied by Darian, from Charlotte, North Carolina she is the reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion “The Head Lyoness” VICTORIA LYONS!
Simone: Victoria has only been in SCW for just over two years but what a two year run it’s been!
Lunam: Record breaking Bombshell Roulette Title Run, Queen for a Day and that was just her rookie year, who knows what she’ll achieve in the years to come?
Drew barely has time to go over the rules with the two Bombshells as Victoria shoves her title into his hands before the two women start brawling, prompting Drew to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And they are not wasting any time here!
Lunam: There’s obviously left over bad blood from Into the Voice between Victoria and Mercedes!
Drew can only watch on as the two women trade everything from punches to forearm to kicks with each other and the crowd is eating it up! Victoria eventually manages to duck under a wild right hand from Mercedes and backs up the Argentinian Bombshell to the ropes before sending Mercedes out of the ring with a running Clothesline! Darian applauds his wife from the outside the Victoria takes a bow.
Simone: Victoria being as humble as ever.
Lunam: Though Mercedes will punish her she keeps this up!
Drew starts counting out Mercedes on the on the outside before Victoria continues to taunt, after a few moments two things happen: one: Mercedes roils back into the ring to break Drew’s count at seven, two: Victoria doesn’t notice this as she and Darian are to busy kissing on while Darian’s on the apron, Mercedes sees this and charges in, sends Darian flying off the apron by charging Victoria right into him and connects with a bridging German Suplex.
ONE!
Simone: And thus, Darian’s continued roll as SCW’s punching bag lives on!
TWO!
Lunam: I hope the guy has decent health insurance!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Simone: WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WHAT?!
Lunam: MERCEDES JUST SCORED THE FIRST FALL ON VICTORIA!
Victoria sits up, clearly dismayed………until Drew reminds her of the Two Out of Three Falls stipulation.
Justin: First fall to Mercedes!
Simone: It’s a good thing this is two out of here falls because we’d have a LOT of angry customers!
Lunam: To say the least!
Darian looks mortified as well but when he remembers that it’s two out of three falls? He quickly recovers which is a good thing because Victora and Mercedes have resumed their brawl which takes them to the outside, Drew starts his count but when it becomes clear that they are moving away from the ring? He gives chase and so does Darian as his wife brawls Mercedes!
Simone: Is it me or are they heading towards the pool!
Lunam: As if that didn’t see enough action during the Ultimate X Matches earlier!
Indeed, they end up near the pool and Mercedes gets Victoria with her back facing the pool before she goes for the Beat Still My Heart Superkick only for Darian to take the bullet………………and a face first plunge into the pool.
Simone: Err. I don’t like the guy but can someone fish out Darian before this turns into a snuff film?
Lunam: Please!
Luckily for Darian? A lifeguard springs into action and gets him out of the water before things turn nasty.
Simone: OH THANK GOD!
Lunam: Or that lifeguard.
Indeed, while his wife and her challenger brawl their way back to the ring? A picture-in-picture shot shows Darian conscious and being checked over by a medic before he’s cleared but while that’s happening? Victoria and Mercedes have returned to the ring with Drew in tow and once all three are back in the ring and Mercedes goes for her Superkick again, this time? Victoria catches the leg and trips up Mercedes before locking in a Single leg Boston Crab!
Simone: Victoria is now attacking Mercedes’s base and given that Mercedes is the taller of the two women that isn’t good for……….
VICTORIA SITS BACK ON THE SUBMISSION HOLD AND MERCEDES IMMEDIATELY TAPS!
Justin: Second fall to Victoria!
Simone: And just like that? We’re at the final fall!
Lunam: Mercedes was clearly trying to keep her leg safe from further damage but it might backfire because Victoria’s under no obligation to break the hold!
Victoria seems to realize Erick’s point by herself because she doesn’t let go of the hold and Drew’s hands are tied for obvious reasons, Mercedes realizes her predicament and starts brawling towards the ring ropes in an attempt to force the rope break and get Victoria to let go of the hold, Victoria for her part does her best to stop it but Mercedes reaches the ring ropes, forcing Victoria to let go.
Simone: Victoria did exactly what you said Erick but Mercedes reaches the ring ropes this time!
Lunam: But how much damage was……………
MERECEDES, WHO HAD BEEN USING THE RING ROPES TO PULL HERSELF UP, NAILS VICTORIA WITH A BEAT STILL MY HEART FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!
Simone: WAIT, WAIT, WE MIGHT HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
Victoria lands near the ring ropes and Mercedes drops down for the pin
ONE!
TWO!
Lunam: VICTORIA GOT HER FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Simone: Victoria’s ring awareness saved her during her title match against Frankie Holiday at the beginning of the cycle and tonight it came full circle!
Mercedes looks up at Drew in shock but doesn’t realize that Victoria is now climbing the top rope, that is? Until Victoria scores with the Nova Burst (Eclipse) on Mercedes!
Simone: NOVA BURST! SHE CAUGHT MERCEDES FLUSH!
Lunam: IS VICTORIA ABOUT TO RETAIN?!
Mercedes does a backflip off the impact, landing near the ring ropes much like Victoria did moments before! Victoria doesn’t seem to notice as she hooks the outside leg for a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
MERCEDES GETs HER FOOT THE ROPES!
Simone: And now the shoe is on the other foot!
Lunam: What will it take at this point?!
While a thoroughly soaked but very much alive Darian finally returns to ringside Victoria is in disbelief before she drags Mercedes back to the entre of the ring to set the challenger up for her version of the Lyons Roar DDT only for Mercedes to fight her way out of it, Mercedes then goes for the Back Rose Overdrive but Victoria slips out the back and scores with a roll-up.
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes kicks out! But sensing vctory is at hand? Victoria calls for another shot at the Lyons Roar!
Simone: Victoria is looking to end it!
Lunam: Can she succeed?
Victoria goes for the DDT but Mercedes turns it into the Burning Hammer AKA The Black Rose Overdrive!
Simone: BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE!
Lunam: DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?!
Mercedes goes fort a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here’s your winner two falls to one and he NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! MERCEDES VARGAS!
Simone: MERCEDES HAS DONE IT! SHE IS ONCE AGAIN THE WORLD BOMBSJELL CHAMPION!
Lunam: WHAT A MATCH!
Mercedes celebrates with her newly won title while Drew and Darian check on Victoria.
Mercedes rises to her knees in the center of the ring, clutching the World Bombshell Championship tightly against her chest as the boos rain down from every corner of the cruise ship deck. She looks down at the title, almost in disbelief for one brief second, before that familiar smug smile spreads across her face.
She stands, lifting the championship high above her head as the referee raises her free hand. The crowd erupts again, not in celebration, but in anger, jeering the newly crowned champion as Mercedes turns in a slow circle and shows off the gold to every side of the audience.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas has done it! Whether these fans like it or not, whether anyone backstage likes it or not, Mercedes Vargas is once again the World Bombshell Champion!
Lunam: And listen to this crowd! They hate it, Simone! They absolutely hate it! But Mercedes Vargas thrives on moments like this, and tonight she proved once again why she is among the best of the best!
At ringside, Drew keeps a careful eye on Victoria Lyons, who is still down and visibly shaken after the grueling two out of three falls war. Darian kneels beside her, speaking to her calmly before helping her sit up.
Mercedes notices and smirks, raising the title again as Victoria looks on from the mat, exhausted and heartbroken. The new champion backs into the ropes, lifting the championship toward the sky as the crowd boos even louder.
Simone: Victoria Lyons gave everything she had tonight. She fought like a champion. She defended that title with every ounce of heart, grit, and pride she had left in her body.
Lunam: But tonight belonged to Mercedes Vargas. She found a way. She survived Victoria Lyons. She took two falls to one, and now Mercedes is back on top of the world!
Darian helps Victoria to her feet as Drew holds the ropes open for her. Victoria leans against Darian, still dazed, still trying to process the loss, as the fans give her a respectful ovation. She turns one last time toward the ring, watching Mercedes parade around with the championship that had been hers only moments before.
Mercedes blows her a mocking kiss before lifting the title again, drawing another furious reaction from the crowd.
Simone: What a night it has been here at Summer XXXTreme XIV. Championships decided, rivalries intensified, and moments that will be talked about for a long, long time.
Lunam: And the excitement does not stop here! In two weeks, SCW makes its debut in Norfolk, Virginia at the Chartway Arena as the Road To Violent Conduct XI officially kicks off!
Simone: A new World Bombshell Champion now sits on the throne, and you can only imagine what kind of chaos that is going to bring when SCW rolls into Norfolk!
Lunam: For Belinda Simone, I’m Jason Lunam, and thank you for joining us for Summer XXXTreme XIV! Good night, everybody!
Mercedes climbs to the second turnbuckle, holding the World Bombshell Championship high above her head as fireworks explode into the night sky over the ship. The crowd continues to boo as she laughs, soaking in every second of their hatred while gold and silver sparks rain overhead.
The final shot lingers on Mercedes Vargas, championship raised high, standing tall as the new World Bombshell Champion.
The screen fades to black as Summer XXXTreme XIV closes to credits.
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!