The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants.
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers as Amanda struts out in a black lace halter top, mini skirt bottom and high heels with heavy makeup and a bee hive wig ala Marge Simpson. Amanda has her microphone up and the song begins.
Amanda: I didn't realize how dead this club would be
I live for truth and beauty but there's room for change
You claim you stole my heart
I swear that I have
Is beauty just skin deep?
And now I finally
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
I don't make frequent trips out here to BFE
But you found my weakness:
Drinks for free
I hope nobody sees you leave this place with me
It's shameless but it's true
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
I'm faithful to myself but I could use some strange
And strange is precisely
The term for you
You'll be a two at ten but you're a ten at two
Congratulations, dude
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
There's a crime but it isn't theft
I guess tonight you're Mr. Right
'Cause everyone else has Left
Never been a sellout for an easy score
Unless you count last weekend or the week before
I don't want beer goggles
Those still see
Instead I need a full tequilabotomy
And you should get one too
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
Well, your skin destroys that myth
How much Patron makes me think you're hot?
I'll have to plead the fifth
Understand why hookups all occur at night
It's easier to find a place devoid of light
Don't take it personal
When I ask
Would you please put on this Freddy Krueger mask?
It helps improve my view
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
The song comes to an end and Amanda 'curtsies' and blows kisses to the cheering crowd before she heads backstage and vanishes behind the curtains.
The camera transitions to the ringside area with Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the broadcast table.
Simone: Helo everyoine and welcome to Reno, Nevada for SCW Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone!
Adams: And I always wondered why the Marines are the only members of the Armed Forces named after themselves. I mean, you never say there goes an Airforce or a Navy but you do say there goes a Marine!
Simone: You're also Jason Adams.
Adams: I am also Jason Adams!
Simone: Tonight the Road to High Stakes XIV continues and we will find out just who will join LJ Kasey and Alicia Lukas in their respective championship opportunities in Tucson! But tonight we kick the night's action off when the Hardcore Icon Justin Smith goes up against Felix 'the Cat' Hernandez!
Adams: Then it's the second of three Last Man Standing Toughman Battles, where Aiden Reynolds faces off against "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart! The winner joins LJ Kasey in the finals!
Simone: Bella Madison gets back into the swing of things, asking herself not what's next but WHO - as she goes up against former multi-time champion Diamond Steele!
Adams: Then it's the second of three Belle of the Brawl Hardcore matches! Matches like this are just made for Alexandra Calaway but she's up against multi-time champion Seleana Zdunich! The winner joins Alicia Lukas in the finals!
Simone: Kris Ryans is set to challenge Helluva Bottom Carter at High Stakes XIV for the Internet Championship but tonight he faces another champion in non-title action, namely Alexander Raven!
Adams: And in the Main Event! Mercedes Vargas won a big Triple Threat match at Violent Conduct X and earned a shot at the Queen Victoria Lyons for the Bombshell Roulette title! And that big title match is TONIGHT!
Simone: All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
Adams: W00t! W00t!
By the time the cameras had cut over to the ring from the opening of the show. There was a wide shot of the Reno, Nevada crowd being shown. Rest assured every seat in the Reno-Sparks Convention Center had been filled. That crowd was alive and electric. Couldn't wait for the action to begin. All of the sudden the arena lights began to dim down a little bit. Red, white, and gray strobe lights began to flash a bit. Matter of seconds later the opening riff to "No One Cares" by Atreyu began to overtake the venue's sound system. With the crowd finding themselves drawing the connection as their cheers of excitement could be heard.
Adams: Well... well... well. Look who is in the building tonight, Belinda.
Simone: I think everyone knew that Michael was going to be here tonight. They may not have known last week. That was one hell of a surprise, but tonight people knew and they can't wait to hear from him.
Adams: I can name at least three men that do not want to hear from him.
Simone: And they're just going to have to suck it up. Or they can try to do something about it. I'd love to see them get dismantled two weeks in a row.
Adams: We're meant to remain unbiased here, but I can't say I disagree with that statement.
By that time the cameras could be seen cutting to the entrance area. Stepping out from behind that curtain was none other than the Immortal himself. Harris dressed in a leather jacket, black jeans, and what appeared to be the newest t-shirt to back up his return. Taking a stand at the center, he looked around the crowd with those red and black sunglasses that covered his eyes. The cheers were getting a little louder as he reached up and took the shades off. Allowing himself to take in the crowd. As this was a reaction that he didn't get very often.
Simone: This is quite the reaction from our fans tonight!
Adams: Who thought we'd see the day that Michael Harris was a fan favorite?!
Simone: It is a crazy thought to think about but we're seeing it in the flesh right now. However, is he really the fan favorite or just happens to be the lesser of two evils?!
Adams: Good point to make. You can certainly see it in his eyes right now. Even he looks a little surprised by the reaction.
Simone: I bet it is a surprise. When you spend twenty five plus years being scum of the earth and getting nothing but boos. This has to be a culture shock for the man.
Harris took those sunglasses and just tossed them into the crowd. Before starting to march his way down to the ring. Within seconds he had approached the ring. Reaching up and grabbing the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron. Once he stood up, he swung one leg over the middle rope and then ducked under the bottom to climb into the ring. Making a quick motion with his hand to his throat as he walked across the ring. Once the music started to die down. Harris was handed a microphone. Allowing the man to turn back to the center of the ring to address those in attendance.
Michael Harris: I wish I could give a proper response to whatever this is that you people are showing me right now. But that's not important. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. And you know exactly who you are!
His eyes narrowed a bit while looking directly at the camera before him.
Michael Harris: Last week James, you looked like you saw a ghost. If the pale skin in your face didn't send that message home. The yellow piss stain that covered your jeans as you ran out here like a bitch definitely made it clear.. I don't think I have ever seen a man run so goddamn fast in their life. You'd give Usain Bolt a run for his money if the man was still an active competitor. You got some speed on you, but by this point. You should know the old saying. You can run, but you can't hide. Real soon, we're going to find ourselves having another confrontation. This time you aren't getting away.
Harris stood there shaking his head a little bit. Finding himself starting to take a couple paces around the ring while bringing the microphone back up.
Michael Harris: Though, I do have to admit. I do find it funny how you decided to make the same mistake twice with me. You see a year ago at Summer XXXTreme. You did what no one else could do at the time. You defeated me. You took my title and I was content with walking away then. But you couldn't let that be. You mocked me. You ran your mouth about me. You baited me into coming back and then I beat the holy piss out of you to take my title back. Making it clear that you weren't nearly as good as you thought you were. I made the big bad legend look frail and weak. All because you didn't leave me the hell alone and take your cheap win.
More frustration came out of the man as he spoke loud and clear. Clearly aiming his frustration at one person in particular.
Michael Harris: Shortly after that you wanted your rematch. To which I was forced into giving it to you. Even if I didn't think you deserved it. But at that time there was a much bigger battle I was dealing with outside of these four walls. That battle being addiction, and that addiction cost me everything. It cost me my championship. It cost me my job. It cost me my reputation -- not that it was very good to begin with. But it was the wake up call I needed and effectively after getting the help I needed. I retired. All of this was left behind. I was at peace with it. Even if I didn't end things how I wanted. I was still at peace with it, it was time for the next chapter of my life.
Bringing himself up off those ropes. Harris again found himself circling around the ring a little bit. Seemingly trying to get his thoughts in order.
Adams: I know there are quite a few people that were glad this man went into retirement. I can admit to being one of them.
Simone: But boy were you one of the loud ones cheering for him last week.
Adams: Don't get me wrong Belinda. Something tells me Michael is still rotten to his core, but I am all for seeing those three jackasses get what's coming to them.
With the cameras zooming in on the man in the middle of the ring, he could be heard speaking up once again. His eyes went right to that hard cam.
Michael Harris: Then a few months ago. I was offered a chance to be the host of Summer XXXTreme. I accepted it. But I let it be known then. I wasn't taking the host as a way to get my foot back in the door. I wasn't using it to come in and trash people. I wasn't going to be involved in anything physically. All I intended to do was host, enjoy the show, and give one final moment to the Sin City Wrestling fans. I felt like they deserved it. In a weird way I deserved it too. To have my career here end on a positive note instead of being dragged out of the arena and my championship taken from me. And of course, I expected people to not be happy with me being host. Course none of them had the balls to say anything to my face. They hid behind their subtle jabs and what not. Cause they knew if they said it to my face. They'd gotten punched in theirs.
Offering a small shrug. Keeping a tight grip on that microphone.
Michael Harris: People like that never mattered to begin with. But no matter what, I remained a man of my word. I didn't slander anyone. I didn't use the host spot to get any kind of gain. I simply showed up and did what I promised. That was until you and the other two jackasses decided to jump my kid. Now don't get it twisted. Jayden is a grown man. He doesn't need me to fight his battles for him. But as a father, I am not going to stand in the back and let three men just beat the hell out of him why I watched. I don't care how old he is, how good he is in the ring, and where our relationship stood at that time. Not to mention I'm at fault for the bad blood between you and Jayden anyway. If I had never involved him in our issues, it wouldn't have turned out the way it did. That's my fault, but you see James. I admit I should have been smarter in this. I knew getting involved would trigger you. Which then triggered them but I didn't embrace myself for the outcome. I made myself vulnerable to that three on one attack that came. However it became far more serious than anything ever before when it came to us. Didn't it?!
The look in his eyes had a change to them. Unlike any look he had given before. That bitterness and that hatred for J2H coming out a whole lot more.
Michael Harris: You left me for dead. There is no other way to put that and that crossed a line. Which honestly for me to say, it crossed a line after everything I've done in my career. That's truly saying something! But the moment you crossed that line. That's when you made the grave mistake a second time. You should have never made yourself visual in my crosshairs. Not again. You should have never made yourself my public enemy number one. Not again. You should have never made this as personal as you did. Because now I don't stop until I end you. I don't stop until I am covered in your blood. I do not stop until your family is weeping over your lifeless body. That's the only way this stops. And you are going to find out that karma will end up being my sweetest revenge!
With that stone cold expression in his eyes. Harris simply nodded his head a little bit.
Michael Harris: Now unfortunately for you, James. You didn't finish the job. Or rather you didn't make sure the job was finished. I survived. All while you turned your attention as well. Proving to make a mistake in a mistake. Fast forward a little bit more. You doubled up with a mistake in a mistake by having a hand in ending my son's young career. You couldn't stand that another Harris was better than you. You couldn't stand that Jayden stood out. None of you could. So you hit him in the head with a cinder block?! Cowards. Every last one of you are cowards! But I can't say that I am surprised at this point. You three have been very welling of yourselves for a long time. And that is going to turn out to be the worst thing for you. You see, I may be a retired professional wrestler. However, take away the wrestler aspect of things. I'm still a man at my core and men have that uncontrollable urge deep down inside them to want to fight. Especially when someone disrespects them or crosses a line that cannot be uncrossed. Screw the wrestling aspect of things. I want to beat the hell out of you. So Fight me, James. The challenge is being laid out right here. Right now. For you and the world to see. Fucking fight me!
The man was practically screaming into the microphone. His face was as red as it could get with emotion, most of it being anger and rage.
Michael Harris: Based on what I saw a week ago. I know you're scared. I know that piss stain is still clear. I'm willing to be a generous man. Even though I shouldn't be. I am willing to jump through whatever silly hoops you want me to. I'm willing to bend over backwards and give you what you want -- within reason of course. I am willing to give you the next couple of weeks to get your head together. Get in the gym. Work on those scrawny arms of yours. Take whatever performance enhancers you need to take. Do whatever it is you need to do to get ready for a true fight and then meet me at High Stakes so we can handle this. Nothing is goi8ng to stop me from making this happen James. Might as well just get it over with for your sake and mine!
As soon as that very event had been mentioned by the former two-time Heavyweight Champion. The crowd went into a frenzy of excitement. There was something about a high profile fight like that on the biggest event of the year that got the adrenaline pumping.
Simone: Wow! What a challenge for High Stakes!
Adams: We were meant to get Harris versus J2H III last year before he got himself canned.
Simone: I'll settle for getting it this year. I'm not terribly picky. Not when it has the potential to be explosive and jaw dropping.
Adams: Eh, I don't think it's going to be so easy with getting James to exist.
Simone: If he doesn't. I'm sure Michael could do something to force James' hand. Don't think he really wants to go far. James wouldn't be bright if he did.
Harris was standing his ground in the middle of the ring. His gaze focused right on the entrance way. Using his right hand to motion towards him.
Michael Harris: Don't be a pussy now James. It's time to show the world what kind of man you are. Get your ass and accept!
Lowering the microphone. He continued to make that motion with his hand. Waiting for the man to show what he was made of after all.
Adams: Well, over to you J2H...
The crowd boo as security team members start to flood the ramp, eight, ten, twelve eventually make their way on to the stage area. Seconds later, a smirking J2H walks out on to the ramp, quickly followed by Kevin Carter and Alexander Raven.
Simone: We knew he wouldn't come alone, but this much security?
That entire security team had formed a wall around the three men in a matter of seconds. Harris couldn't help but shake his hand. As he quickly brought the microphone back up.
Michael Harris: What is all of this? Are you really wanting the world to see you're more afraid of me than you've already led on?!
He glared up at them. However, he didn't get what he wanted. Instead everyone watched as Kevin took a microphone and stepped up with the protection of the security still in front of him. Allowing himself to address the man in the ring.
Kevin Carter: First and foremost. Let's make one thing perfectly clear. No one here is afraid of you. Not myself. Not Alexander. Certainly not James. You can stop inflating your ego before everyone now.
Carter had an arrogant smirk spread across his lips. Continuing to glare down the former two-time champion.
Kevin Carter: And secondly. All these men out here are for our protection. You see over a year ago. You made it clear to everyone that worked for this company that you are an unhinged violent man that is willing to put his hands on an official -- a female official at that. And then last week you went on to prove that nothing about you has changed when you put hands on myself and Alexander. Completely unprovoked might I add!
The boos were ringing in pretty heavily. Not a single fan was going to let Kevin get away with any picture he was trying to paint, but he continued on to try and drown them out.
Kevin Carter: And lastly...
Michael Harris: Excuse me for a second. But who in the hell are you?!
Kevin Carter: Oh real funny!
Michael Harris: Not trying to be funny. It's a legitimate question. I mean I get that you were someone like eleven or twelve years ago and you've been trying to reclaim some type of glory, but that doesn't really tell me who the hell you are and why you thought I was talking to your bitch ass in the first place!
Carter found himself really glaring at Harris over those remarks. The crowd seemingly getting a kick out of the response.
Michael Harris: Now that you know I'm not interested in hearing you talk. Now that you know none of these other people are interested in listening to your talk. Your shot at fifteen minutes of fame tonight. So stop running your cocksucker. Give the microphone to James and let the man speak for himself. Because this show doesn't continue nor am I leaving here until you accept my challenge!
Harris pointed right at James when making his remarks. Carter took a few steps back in line by his teammates but his facial expressions still said it all he wasn't pleased.
Alexander Raven: You know for a man who spent his whole fucking time here as champion, actively dodging me? You've got a whole lot of fucking moxie to think anyone wants to see you here. You've got a whole lot of balls to think anyone gives a flying fucking damn what you want or believe. Here's something for you to think about Michael, in what universe do you think any of this is being done for your benefit? Mark threw your boy to us and we ended his entire career in one sweep. We were willing to leave you dead to the fishes, and here you are, making demands.
Harris stood there running his hands over his face. Becoming more and more visibly annoyed with the remarks of the SCW Roulette Champion.
Michael Harris: Do me a favor will you, Alexander?
Alexander Raven: No, no! I will not do you any fucking favours. You stand there and listen like the stupid son of a---
Michael Harris: Shut the hell up. Before I end up shoving my hand up your ass and using you like a fucking puppet much like those two have for the last couple of months. Only difference is I don't plan to be gentle about it!
As one might have expected the crowd came alive once again for the crude remarks. Cheering on a man that one year ago would have been crucified for a remark like that by them. Harris found himself pacing around the ring for a second.
Michael Harris: Clearly everyone standing up there is hard of hearing. and I am becoming very impatient. So, it sounds like I just have to go up there and beat the acceptable out of you eh James?!
That's when he stopped pacing and made a quick dash towards the ropes. All the security guards seemed to be on edge waiting for what was coming. However before he got out of the ring the voice of the Living Legend could finally be heard.
J2H: It's the simple things in life Michael, those little simple things that make me smile and right now, there's no one simplier in the world then you.
An arrogant smirk crosses his face.
J2H: I just thought that Jayden was dropped on his head a lot as a child, maybe had himself a little brain bleed long before we helped him on his way to working at McDonalds, but it seems like stupid runs in the family. Do you want us to run back and show you our greatest hits on your little boy? The cinder block will always be one of my favourites.
Adams: Not smart to poke an angry bear.
J2H: You've come out here, on your own, trying your hardest to get me in a ring with you, when a little while ago, you ran like a little bitch, got yourself kicked out of this place, forcing me to beat five others for a championship because your bitch ass didn't wanna face me, your bitch ass couldn't handle the thought that I was going to fuck you up and now here you are crying, pleading, begging for me to do what I should have done years ago.
J2H taps his chin.
J2H: This is J2H season, it's the run to High Stakes, this is my time of the year, but should I give you what you want?
The crowd cheer in hope.
J2H: Should I give Michael Harris one more run in my spotlight? Even though he is clearly only doing this for himself. You know to be remembered for one more great match. Do you really want this fight Michael?
The crowd was booing the man all along, but when he proposed the question. It made them all fall silent. Harris leaned against those ropes and looked the man in the eyes.
Michael Harris: Yes. A thousand fucking times yes. I want this fight. I want it so bad I can taste it. So just accept it already!
J2H: You want this one so bad, I think you should get on your knees and beg like the little bitch you are! You've got three seconds to do it.
The crowd boo loudly as J2H smirks as Michael shakes his head.
J2H: Oh look at that, times up. Fuck you Harris, you're not getting what you want, because we run this place. We're the ones people talk about, not a hack like you. We decide what's going on and you, you're just an irrelevant little bitch just trying to live on past glories so again, fuck you!
The cameras cut right back over to Harris whose eyes were about ready to pop out of his head after being denied. As the trio started to leave the stage Harris found himself climbing out of the ring with every intention of going after them.
Adams: I told you Belinda. I told you! There was no way it was going to be that easy.
Simone: Well clearly James has no problem looking like a coward to everyone then!
Adams: At this point. We all know that James has never cared about what we or anyone else has thought about him.
Simone: He will if it starts affecting his legacy!
Adams: Nothing will ever affect his legacy. Not even if it involves Michael Harris!
By the time the man's feet hit the floor outside of the ring. The security guards had all started to step forward and keep that wall built up. Harris attempted to walk past them but one of the guards reached out and put their hand on his chest to stop him in his tracks. The look in Harris' eyes said it all. As he quickly followed up with a HEADBUTT to the very guard that touched him, sending him back into some of those that stood before him. Right away the others started to swarm the icon and push him up against the ring barricade to trap him.
Simone: Not so sure that was smart on his behalf. There's like fifteen of these guys!
Adams: He's literally proving Kevin to be right. He's unhinged and violent!
Simone: And now you're against him again?!
Adams: I said I was for Kevin, Alexander, and James to get what was coming to them. But Harris has no right touching these security guards; they're innocent in the matter!
Simone: Not quite sure Harris sees it that way himself!
Harris was quick to catch one of those guards trying to grab his arm with an elbow to the side of the head. Before swinging with his right hand and connecting with a knockout punch to another one. Again the guards attempted to rush him, but he used the ring apron to his advantage leaning back against it and throwing his feet out to take a few down with a double kick to their chest. Once he was back at vertical basis a guard rushed in and he ducked under their arm before grabbing them and tossing them head first into the steel ring post. The crowd seemingly loved the brutality that was coming from the former two time champion.
All of the sudden one of the guards leaped onto the man's back from behind and wrapped both of their arms around his neck trying to choke out the legendary wrestler. Harris had none of it as he reached up with both of his hands and then YANKED the guard off his shoulders forcing the man to hit the floor with a thud causing him to scream out in agony as he grabbed his back in pain. Harris tried to keep his distance from the others still standing as he slid himself back into the ring. Two guards got the bright idea to slide in the ring and follow behind. Harris was already bouncing off the ropes as he connected with "THE HARRIS EFFECT" on both guards slamming them into the mat. Another loud response from the reno crowd could be heard.
Adams: Good lord! Someone has to stop this man!
Simone: But who?! Who is going to stop him Jason?! He's out there being a one man wrecking crew!
Adams: And this is exactly why James wants nothing to do with him!
Simone: Maybe if he had been a man. This would have been avoided!
Adams: I highly doubt that. It would have likely been even worse!
Harris was back on his feet in a terrorizing manner. Standing over the two guards that he had just turned inside out as he screamed at the top of his lungs. The other guards collecting themselves on the outside were backing off from the ring. With another close up shot of the two time champion just glaring at the cameras as he could be heard loud and clear.
Michael Harris: You're only making it worse for you in the end, James!
That evil glare consuming the legend's eyes. Pacing around that ring like the mad man he's been known for. From there the cameras found themselves cutting away from the ring where the man stood and heading to the back for the time being.
The feed cuts to the back with resident THC enthusiast and backstage interviewer Scott Oliver standing by. He misses the first cue, staring blankly at the screen for a moment before snapping to life.
Stoner: I've been waiting a couple months to be able to do this, but welcome my guest at this time Sin City Grand Slam Champion, Kris Ryans!
The frame widens to show Kris Ryans coming through one of the doors in the backstage area, coming from the parking area. He is still dressed in street clothes, with his bag full of gear over his shoulder. Without having heard his intro, Kris extends a hand to the only interviewer that he ever gave the time of day and the complicated handshake that followed was more of a blur than anything decipherable.
Kris: Long time no see, Stoner. How's it going? Still rocking the essentially herbage?
Kris asks it with a smile, but Scott looked more confused than anything.
Stoner: Essential… what?
It is Kris' turn to be confused. He claps a sarcastically sympathetic hand down on Stoner's shoulder.
Kris: Don't worry about it, man. What can I do for you? But keep it short. I have a match to prepare for.
Stoner has trouble coming up with an immediate response for him, but does try to put the interview back on track.
Stoner: Sure, Alexander Raven tonight but everyone knows that your focus is actually on Carter and the Internet Championship.
Kris sighs, and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
Kris: Nah. I keep hearing that, but there's nothing to it. I don't book matches. I don't call shots. I don't demand things, and I really don't throw my weight around back here. I was asked what I'd be interested in doing for High Stakes. I gave an answer. Nothing more or less than that.
He shakes his head and bites down on the inside of his cheek.
Kris: It is still a month away. Anything can happen. The only thing I am actually sure of is that I am locking up with Alexander Raven tonight.
Stoner is completely lost at this point.
Stoner: …so you aren't chasing after the Internet Champ--
Kris cuts him off before he can finish, and changes the subject.
Kris: Alexander Raven had a whole lot to say about me, and about my wife. That's where my focus is currently.
Scott struggles to find a way to get back to the subject of the Internet Championship, but Kris' blank expression is no help at all.
Stoner: But… what.. I mean, two-time Grand Slam---
Again, Kris cuts him off before he can even finish the name.
Kris: You know what Scott? I know what you are looking for. I know what they want me to do, but I can't right now. Everyone is saying I shouldn't have come back… People accusing me of stealing opportunities away from others… Raven trying to accuse me of line jumping….
Scott tries to get back on the same page with the Grand Slam Champion, but is confused by all of the words Kris was putting in his mouth.
Stoner:Line jumping?
Kris snaps his fingers and points at Stoner.
Kris: That's an excellent point you were about to make, Stoner. You're absolutely right. I pinned the World Heavyweight Champion. I am about to go drop the Roulette Champion like the bitch he is. After that, what else could I do but take on Carter? I appreciate that.
Kris offers a wide smile and pats Stoner on the shoulder.
Kris: We should do this more often. You're always so helpful.
Stoner is now at a total loss for words.
Stoner: ...but what about---
Kris does not even let him get a syllable out this time.
Kris: Me? I'll be fine. Don't worry. I know J2H and Kevin Carter are lingering about. I guess I just have to get the job done before they make an appearance, right?
With a laugh, Kris starts to walk away and disappears around a corner and into another hallway. The camera comes back to the confused look on Stoner's face before cutting away.
Justin: This opening contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
The opening riffs of Madness by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin "Tarrytown Tormenter" Smith comes out to the stage, looking smug. He stands there as the crowd gives him boos. The New York Smasher walks from one side of the stage to the other with a swag in his step. He looks around the crowd, and starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head with his nose in the air to look at the crowd, their faces showing that they do not like the way he is looking down upon them.
Justin: From Tarrytown, New York! Weighing two hundred and fifty pounds! -- The Tarrytown Tormenter!!!!
The Tarrytown Tormenter lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Smith climbs up to the apron and steps between the top rope and the middle rope, looking around at the fans as they continue to boo him.
Justin: and his opponent… hailing from Athen, Georgia…
The Felix The Cat theme song hits the speakers as Felix Hernandez, who has the nickname THE CAT, steps out from the backstage area carrying his trademark stainless-steel briefcase he calls his Magic Bag of Tricks. He stops at the middle of the landing while the Felix The Cat theme song plays.
When the song ends Felix Hernandez starts to walk down the ramp to the ring. When he arrives at ringside he walks up the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. After playing up the crowd for a short time Felix walks to a corner where he slides his stainless-steel briefcase under the ropes onto the ring apron. Felix then leans back into the corner to await the arrival of his opponent OR IF HIS OPPONENT MAKES THEIR ENTRY FIRST then: Felix glares at his opponent on the opposite side of the ring.
The ref moves in and check both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Smith and Hernandez take their time, as they circle the ring before slowly moving inching towards each other, as Smith tries to intimidate Hernandez but Hernandez steps back, as Smith continues to move and watching Hernandez with Hernandez taking steps, as they touch fingers before hesitating some more before finally linking them and Smith locks in tight as Hernandez grabs at Smith's hand, as he tries break his grip but Smith shoves a hand into Hernandez's face, before grabbing his free hand before pulling him into close and locks in a headlock on Hernandez.
Simone: Circling the ring, Hernandez looks a little nervous here. Big size different between Smith and Hernandez.
Adams: It won't put him off though, as they take baby steps before linking fingers but Smith tightens his grip on Hernandez's hand and Hernandez grimaces and looks for a way out but soon finds himself in a headlock.
Hernandez right away struggles and drops to a knee briefly, as he seeks a way out of the move, as he gets back to vertical, but Smith drags him towards the ropes and pushes him against them and breaks his grip and then back off before the ref can move in to count. Hernandez quickly moves away from the ropes before pacing the ring a little as Smith watches him carefully, as Smith takes steps forward toward Hernandez, as Hernanez gets low and offers a hand out to Smith and Smith goes to take it but Hernandez fires in a kick to his thigh. Smith takes a step back, as he glares at Hernandez.
Simone: Hernandez quickly looks for a way out of the move but Smith pushes him against the ropes and quickly backs off before the ref can move in.
Adams: Hernandez quickly scuttles away, as they circle the ring once again, as Hernandez offers up a test of strength again but fires in a cheeky kick to the thigh, which Smith doesn't seem too appreciative about.
Hernandez takes a step backward and smiles, as both take a moment before circling the ring once more before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, but Smith quick overpowers Hernandez and lock him into a headlock, which Hernandez drives Smith backwards and up against the ropes, which Hernandez pushes Smith away, Smith bounces off the ropes and shoulder blocks Hernandez down to the mat.
Simone: Hernandez just smirks, before they circle the ring once more, as they lock up but Smith overpowers Hernandez as expected and then breaks and locks in a headlock, however, Hernandez pushes Smith back into the ropes before pushes him away, but doesn't work out well for Hernandez as he is met with a shoulder block.
Hernandez lays on the mat shocked, as Smith rushes forwards to the ropes, which Hernandez responds by adjusting his position and lays flat, as Smith leaps over him and bounces off the ropes and Hernandez gets back to his feet as Smith looks for a boot, but Hernandez grabs it and then pushes his legs away before grabbing Smith by the head and hits a snapmare. He pulls him up into a seated position and then moves into the corner, before rushing forward looking for a boot but Smith dodges and Hernandez ends up the opposite side of the ring with a foot on the ropes as he watches Smith. Smith moves in looking for a discus clothesline, but Hernandez uses his size and weight difference to dive out of the way.
Adams: Hernandez stays down for a moment, as Smith turns and bounces off the ropes, which Hernandez quickly adjusts his position and Smith leaps overs Hernandez and Hernandez gets to his feet and Smith looks for a boot, but Hernandez catches his foot.
Simone: Hernandez unbalance Smith and then hits a snapmare. He then looks for a running knee but Smith dodges. Smith gets back to his feet and tries for a discus clothesline but Hernandez dodges that.
Hernandez sits on the mat and smirks and brags, as Smith looks down at him. Hernandez slowly makes his way to his feet, before moving around the ring once more, as Smith offers a hand again, which Hernandez takes as he has a think about his next move but Smith twists and turns and locks in a wrist lock on Hernandez and right away Hernandez drops and rolls reducing the pressure on the wrist lock, but it not enough and Smith drives Hernandez backwards and down onto the mat as Smith keeps the wristlock in place and Hernandez holds his head. Hernandez then grabs at Smith's hand before kicking his legs forward giving him momentum to get to his feet and where he brings his leg over Smith's arms and breaks the grip, where he then boots Smith in the stomach and follows up with a knee to Smith's face.
Adams: Hernandez takes a moment and brags a little, but Smith just stares at him with little emotion, as Hernandez makes his way back to his feet, where they look for a test of strength again, but it turns into a wrist lock on Hernandez.
Simone: Hernandez grimaces in pain, as he looks for a way out of the move but Smith add extra pressure before Hernandez rolls forward trying to reduce the pressure, but Smith simply responds with driving Hernandez backwards against the mat.
Adams: Hernandez battles back as he gets to his feet and breaks the grip, where he boots Smith in the stomach before following up with a knee to the face.
Smith stumbles backwards holding his face and Hernandez follows him and then hits a standing dropkick, which Smith goes down and Hernandez climbs back to his feet and then proceeds to stomp on Smith and Smith tries to cover up the best he can before Hernandez stops before dropping down with a knee to Smith's torso. Hernandez than grabs Smith and sits him up and locks in a sleeper hold. Hernandez squeezes as hard as possible as Smith grabs at Hernandez's arm as he shouts at the ref to check him!
Simone: Somehow Hernandez gets Smith into a sleeper hold. As he demands the ref to check him to.
The checks on Smith who is still with it, which the ref informs Hernandez that Smith isn't fading and Hernandez briefly releases and fires in a forearm to the Smith head before locking the sleeper hold in again and again Smith grabs at Hernandez arm as he tries to break the hold, but can't as he kicks his legs about but begins to fade, as the ref moves back in and he takes Smith arm and raises it once and it falls…
Adams: He doesn't fade at first, as Hernandez fires in a forearm before locking in the hold again and this time Smith does fade.
ONE!
The ref turns back to Smith and raises his arm again and this time stays up, and Smith begins to twist and shuffles his legs around, which forces Hernandez to move and Smith gets to a knee and then slowly back to his feet, where he grabs Hernandez and lifts him up before adjusting and brings him down across his knee for a backbreaker. Hernandez rolls away holding his back, as Smith rubs his neck and then his knee before making his way to his feet, where he approaches Hernandez and grabs him and pulls him up and roughly shoves him into the corner, where he fires in a chop to Hernandez's chest.
Simone: His arm drops the once and Smith battle back, as he gets to his feet and then hits a single knee backbreaker on Hernandez. Hernandez now in trouble here.
Hernandez grimaces in pain, as Smith hits another chop before grabbing Hernandez around the neck and pulls him from the corner and hits a chokeslam before going for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
TH…kickout!
Adams: Smith goes for a pin, but Hernandez kicks out.
Hernandez gets his shoulder up, as Smith mounts Hernandez and fires in some punches before climbing to his feet and pulls Hernandez up and then hits a snap suplex, Smith gets back to his feet and stomps on Hernandez a couple of times, which Hernandez rolls away to escape the stomps. Smith approaches Hernandez grabs him and pulls him up, which Henandez shoves Smith away and turns to turnbuckle and goes to mess around with that. The ref quickly moves in and admonishes Hernandez for it and checks the turnbuckle. Smith charges at Hernandez and Hernandez dodges and he grabs his silver briefcase.
Simone: Hernandez is struggling here, as Smith hits a snap suplex and stomps.
Adams: Hernandez shoves Smith away and turns and leans against the turnbuckle to rest for a moment and messes with the turnbuckle.
Simone: It's all a ruse, as Hernandez grabs his briefcase and whacks Smith.
Smith turns his attention back to Hernandez and Hernandez swings the briefcase and connects to the side of Smith's head and Smith drops and Hernandez throws the briefcase away and then drops and covers Smith and the ref turns and sees the pin…
Adams: Smith is out.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Hernandez wins.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Felix 'The Cat' Hernandez.
Hernandez stays down, as Smith rolls away from him and out of the ring. The ref moves to Hernandez and helps him up, and Hernandez moves to the ropes and leans against them as the ref raises his arm in victory.
Scene switches out to the parking area behind the Reno-Sparks Convention Center as we see a Sky Blue Jeep Rubicon pulling up with Miles Kasey sitting behind the wheel with SCW Internet Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter sitting in the passenger seat. Miles throws it into park and turns it off and both men get out of the vehicle.
As they come around, Miles throws his arm around his husband and they walk into the building.
Miles: You really didn't have to come with me, you know.
HBCarter: Yes I did. You're not the only one that has business tonight.
Miles: So it's not to make sure you don't have to scrape me off the pavement?
HBCarter: That's part of it, but I need to find out what the hell is going on and see why once again I wasn't booked tonight.
Miles: Well we can find Christian and see what can be done about that. But I have one thing in mind tonight and it's giving Finn Whelan the one thing he wants.
HBCarter: He's not even booked though, are you sure he's even here?
Miles stops and thinks for a moment before he shrugs and opens the door for Carter with a smirk.
Miles: Not a clue, love. But we will find out.
LIVE! November 24, 2024! From the TCC Arena in Tucson, Arizona!
It's....!!!
The titantron suddenly flashes the logo for "Young Justice News" before it cuts to Cassie and Harper sitting in a custom newsroom.
Cassie: Hello and welcome to the Young Justice News Bulletin, I'm the hottest twenty one year old half Italian Bombshell Cassie Wolfe.
Harper: You realize that you're the only one who fits that description, right Cass?
Cassie: Harper……..
Harper: Right, right, I'm Harper Mason and tonight, Mercedes Vargas gets her ten millionth title shot this year as she takes on Victoria Lyons in a match she earned by winning a match that wasn't a contenders match.
Cassie: Meanwhile the winner of my match at Violent Conduct which was a contenders match has to wait a bit longer, I'll tell you Harp, if I had won that match I'd be livid!
Harper: Agreed! In other words, both me and Cass aren't in action this week because certain overrated bombshells needed opportunities to lose another match, not naming names off course.
Cassie: Didn't that get you in trouble when you were left off the Violent Conduct card?
Harper: How was I supposed to know that every other Bombshell over the age of thirty would take exception to me calling then over the hill! And Amy Santino I guess.
Cassie: And Myra Rivers.
Harper: I clarified that I was talking about Mercedes, didn't I?
Cassie: Yeah but you know how this roster has selective hearing! In other news, Young Justice, that is the team of me and Harp will soon be making our SCW debut as a team! How soon? I don't know but Joshua Acquin will be managing us and myself in singles action to boot!
Harper: See you then!
The logo appears on screen again as the scene fades.
Justin: The following contest is a Toughman Battle that will be a Last Man Standing match! Introducing first...
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his English Bulldog Iris leading her by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar.
Justin: Introducing first, being led to the ring by Bea Barnhart and Iris...he hails from Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart!
When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The two make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to a ring attendant to hold onto until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Justin: And his opponent...
The opening riff of Parkway Drive's "Vice grip" hits. The high speed gives way to Aiden Reynolds stepping out onto the stage, a fist in the air and a black leather jacket with "The Aussie Wolf" spray painted on the back. He moves his way down to the ring and as the refrain of the song hits he throws his arms out to the side as he and the crowd both chant.
"YEAAAH YEAH YEAH"
Justin: Representing Wolfslair...hailing from Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is "The Aussie Wolf" Aiden Reynolds!
He leaps onto the apron and takes a few steps backwards before sling shooting himself into the ring and spinning around, he then stops and drops to one knee slamming his fist into the mat.
Simone: The rules are simple: incapacitate your opponent until they cannot answer the referee's 10-count.
Adams: Can I ask ONE question though.
Simone: I may live to regret this but sure...
Adams: Does anyone still believe that "The Bulldog" is actually 240 pounds with a gut like that?
Simone: Short answer, no. But we don't body shame...much.
The Referee signals for the bell, and the match begins!
DING DING DING!
Aiden approaches cautiously, darting in and out with quick jabs, testing Barnhart's defense. Bill barely acknowledges the strikes, absorbing them with a smirk. When they finally lock up, Barnhart's strength is overwhelming as he shoves Aiden to the mat effortlessly. Aiden rolls to his feet, clearly frustrated but not deterred.
Barnhart immediately asserts his dominance, catching Aiden with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex and slamming him to the mat with authority. The referee begins counting
ONE!
TWO!
TH
Aiden scrambles to his feet at 3, showing his resilience early in the match.
Simone: It's gonna take more than that to keep Aiden down.
Bill Barnhart seizes control, hitting Aiden with a sequence of brutal moves. He lands a Swinging Neckbreaker, then quickly transitions into a Bulldog Slam, driving Aiden into the canvas. The referee starts another count,
ONE!
TWO!
THREE...Aiden is already stirring and starts to roll over to the ropes
FOUR!
FIVE!
SI- Aiden uses the ropes to pull himself up by 6.
Barnhart, growing methodical, targets Aiden's arm and neck, setting up for his devastating submission holds later. He hoists Aiden into the air and drops him with a Barnhart Shoulder Breaker, focusing on wearing Aiden down. The pain is evident on Aiden's face as Barnhart continues the assault, but the scrappy Australian manages to roll out of reach, avoiding further damage.
Adams: Aiden is having his hands full with the Bulldog! And at a so-called 240 pounds, who can blame him???
Simone: Jason! A little tact and decorum!
Sensing an opening, Barnhart slams Aiden down to the mat and looks to lock in his Camel Clutch. He drags Aiden to the center of the ring and applies the hold, pulling back viciously. The crowd gasps as Barnhart wrenches Aiden's spine, but Aiden, with pure grit, wriggles out of the hold just before Barnhart can drop down and apply maximum pressure. He escapes under the bottom rope, gasping for air as the referee starts counting again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
At the count of 7, Aiden pulls himself up using the barricade. Barnhart charges forward, looking to crush him, but Aiden side steps at the last moment, sending Barnhart crashing shoulder-first into the steel steps! The momentum shifts as Barnhart writhes in pain.
Simone: Excellent awareness by Reynolds and a HUGE mistake by Barnhart!
Adams: That collision with the steps was nasty! Barnhart may have dislocated his shoulder for being so rash.
Aiden, sensing his opportunity, wastes no time. He slides into the ring, runs off the ropes and dives over the top with a spectacular Diving Somersault Plancha, crashing into Barnhart on the outside. The crowd erupts! Both men lie on the arena floor,
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!... Aiden is the first to stir, pulling himself up and gets the fans riled up
FOUR!
FIVE!... Barnhart starts to stir, rolling over to his stomach and crawling to the ringside apron
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!- Barnhart reaches his feet at the count of 8.
Adams: Still some life left in the ol' Bulldog!
Aiden follows up with his signature high-impact moves to keep Barnhart reeling. He nails a Springboard Clothesline, then hits the ropes again and giving Barnhard no room to breath hits a Running Knee that sends Barnhart sprawling to the mat. The referee begins another count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Sev- Barnhart, forces himself up by 7, showing his resilience.
Adams: Aiden is hitting him with everything but the kitchen sink at this point and Bill just manages to find a way back up.
Simone: Aiden may NEED a kitchen sink at this point.
Bill, now furious, catches Aiden mid-run and drives him into the mat with a punishing Piledriver. The impact is brutal as Aiden's head spikes into the canvas. The crowd gasps as Aiden lies motionless, and the referee begins the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE! ... The crowd chants for Aiden to get up as the count reaches
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!… and somehow, Aiden rises to his feet, barely standing but still in the fight.
Barnhart, seeing red, locks in his Sweet Dreams Sleeper Hold, wrapping his massive arms around Aiden's neck and cutting off his air supply. Aiden struggles, his face turning crimson, as Barnhart squeezes with everything he has. The crowd roars for Aiden, and in a final act of desperation, Aiden delivers sharp elbows to Barnhart's ribs, forcing the bigger man to release the hold just before Aiden passes out.
Gasping for breath, Aiden staggers backward as Barnhart shakes off the blows, but keeps ahold of Aiden and pulls him into the ropes but Aiden manages to reverse it and as Barnhart comes off Aiden with all his might hits a HUGE Double-A Spinebuster and continuing the momentum and seeing his chance, Aiden connects with a thunderous Stubby Kick to the kneeling Barnhart, knocking him flat on the mat. The referee starts the count, and the crowd is on its feet as Aiden collapses in the corner holding himself up, watching Barnhart struggle.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!... Somehow Barnhart begins to come to and Aiden's eyes grow frustrated and he rolls outside of the the ring and gets under the ring
FIVE!... And produces a roll of duct tape. Barnhart has moved himself into a corner.
SIX!
The count reaches 7…
Then 8…
Barnhart is sitting up at this point and Aiden jumps up onto the top rope and jumps and hits a Cannonball on a seated Bulldog knocking the man back down to the mat and Referee Jasmine St. Clair begins her count once again
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!...Aiden grabs the duct tape and quickly slides out of the ring and reaches in and grabs Bill by the ankles and pulls him closer
FOUR!...and Aiden uses the duct tape and wraps it around Barnhart's ankles, binding them together and securing them tightly to the bottom ring post.
FIVE!...Barnhart, still groggy from the Stubby Kick and the cannon ball to follow, doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late.
SIX!
SEVEN!....He thrashes, trying to free himself, but Aiden has expertly taped his legs so he can't move.
EIGHT!...The referee begins the final count as Barnhart struggles in vain to break the tape. He claws at the ropes and tries to power through, but his legs are stuck.
NINE!
TEN!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of this match, AIDEN REYNOLDS!
The bell rings, and Aiden collapses in the center of the ring, exhausted but victorious. The referee raises his arm in triumph, and the crowd explodes in cheers. Aiden has done it—he has outsmarted and outlasted the powerhouse Bill Barnhart.
Simone: Yes it was unconventional but you gotta admire the smarts used in this match by Aiden!
Adams: Ya gotta give it to him, if there was anyway to keep Barnhart down, he found it and he's gonna leave Reno with that W and a step closer to High Stakes!
Bill, finally freed from the duct tape by the referee, glares at Aiden from outside the ring. He's furious at how the match ended, his pride wounded, but the victory belongs to Aiden tonight.
The match ends with Aiden standing tall, albeit battered, as Bill Barnhart fumes.
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Finn Whelan (c) vs Miles Kasey
The roar of a lion is heard just as The Emptiness Machine by Linkin Park plays and the mixed tag team champions of Eddie Lyons and Victoria Lyons come out on stage to a bit of a mixed reaction. They continue on down to the ring with Victoria ignoring the fans while Eddie embraces them and tags their hands before getting in the ring where Victoria requests and is given a mic.
Victoria Lyons: What you see before you is a family unit the bonds that tie family can never be broken and now you have new mixed tag team champions and you have me, your queen as your dual roulette and mixed tag champion.
Victoria casts look over to Eddie with a smirk.
Victoria Lyons: And for his efforts in helping to bring his Queen another championship I hereby declare Eddie Lyons as the first honorary member of my Queensguard. Miles Kasey I see you as well. You're finally learning what I was trying to instill in you all those months ago. Keep up the good work sir and maybe you'll find a place in my Queensguard one day as well.
The crowd starts booing at Victoria and We Want Eddie chants begin to start, prompting him to request a microphone of his own.
Eddie Lyons: I think what my cousin is trying to say is we are proud to be your tag team champions we are proud to be the ones that ended the legendary reign of the Wolves of Gehrmmoriah?. We may not be the most traditional team, but we don't have to like each other we just have to work towards the common goal of being your mixed tag team champions.
Victoria Lyons: Oh Eddie you need to stop sucking up to them. We are their leaders, we are who they look to to feel better about themselves. We don't need to cater to them we just need to worry about the future of our family and prove the dominance of The Lyons Den over Wolfslair and definitely over those rejects from Jet City. You put down the WORLD CHAMPION thanks to my leadership, and I'm thinking maybe it's time you finish the job and make a dual champion out of yourself. Then you can be like me!
She raises both her championships up, standing right in front of Eddies face. Eddie takes a step back and claps a few times before speaking again.
Eddie Lyons: Look Victoria, I take nothing from you. I know better than anyone else here how hard you do actually work. I've seen you train back at The Lyons Den. But if we're going to do this, then we're going to do it the right way. We're going to be fighting champions, and we're going to show our opponents the respect they deserve, and we're going to act like proper champions.
Victoria Lyons: You want to see a proper champion? You're already looking at her. In fact as my tag team partner you will be standing in my corner tonight when I defeat Mercedes Vargas right? You are going to be there supporting your tag team partner right? Cause it's the right thing to do isn't it?
Eddie Lyons: You know what? Fine. You want me out there in your corner tonight? I will be out there but you're doing this on your own. I'm going to be out there as a supportive teammate, but I'm not going to get involved. I'm not going to try to help you.
Victoria Lyons: No you will sit out there and watch me and watch how to properly get the job done. So in the future you can stand beside me as a dual champion. That's what you're going to do, you're going to stand, watch, and learn. Pay attention, and I might even one day name you Hand of the Queen.
Eddie Lyons: Or I'll watch and make sure you don't go and do anything too excessive or just take it too far.
Victoria Lyons: It's the Roulette Championship Eddie. It's violent. I'm going to do what I need to do to put Mercedes Vargas down and remain a dual champion.
Victoria raises both championships in the air, as the crowd boos.
Eddie looks around and raises his title high in the air to cheers from the crowd and an annoyed look on Victoria's face.
They go back and forth like this for a few moments with the crowd reaction changing depending who has their belt raised.
Crowd: Boooo! Yaaaaay! Booooo! Yaaay!! Boooo!! Yaaaay!!
Victoria scowls at the crowd after they keep booing her.
Victoria Lyons: Worthless swine. I don't need this disrespect. I have a match to get ready for.
Victoria exits the ring, drawing more jeers and boos from the crowd, after she disappears behind the curtain, Eddie shrugs and shakes his head.
Eddie Lyons: Thanks everyone.
He is holds his championship once more drawing some cheers from the crowd before he too walked off backstage presumably to talk to Victoria.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match, Bella Madison fell short in her quest to dethrone Victoria Lyons at Violent Conduct but tonight she gets a chance to bounce back as she takes on former Bombshell Roulette Champion Diamond Steele in singles action.
Adams: Bella has had quite the year in SCW but while she still searches for first singles title she might rebound from this, meanwhile Diamond wasn't even on the Violent Conduct card but still looks to get back in the drivers seat!
Simone: This should be a great match, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day's "Shut up" begins to blare. The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.
Justin: Introducing first, from New York, New York BELLA MADISON!
The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with a ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.
Simone: Bella's match against Victoria Lyons at Violent Conduct was a brutal affair but now she has a chance to bounce back from that loss.
Adams: She's up against a former Roulette Champion though and Diamond is no push over.
Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.
Justin: And her opponent!
Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand.
Justin: From London, England, DIAMOND STEELE!
She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers. Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin.
Simone: Diamond looks ready to fight tonight.
Adams: And with the question lingering about who will challenge Juliana DiMaria at High Stakes, any win at this point is important in the Bombshell Division.
Dawn goes over the rules with both women and once they nod to confirm that they understand the rules she calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And this matchup is underway.
Adams: Both women are looking for momentum heading into our biggest show of the year so this should be good.
Once the bell rings Bella and Diamond lock up in the middle of the ring, Diamond takes the advantage with an arm drag which she follows up with a dropkick, Bella gets back to her feet and Diamond backs her up to the ropes before whipping her off the ropes, Diamond goes for another dropkick but Bella puts the brakes on causing Diamond to crash to the matt and once she gets back to her feet Bella hits a sunset flip for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Diamond gets the shoulder up!
Simone: So far the action has been fast and furious between them and neither Diamond or Bella have been able to maintain the advantage for long.
Adams: Something will break eventually!
Both women get back to their feet but Diamond lays into Bella with a stiff forearm to the face but Bella returns the favour with a roundhouse kick! Diamond drops but she rolls out of the ring before Bella con continue the advantage so Diamond can regroup, however Bella isn't about to let her get away that easily as she hypes up the crowd before going for a Suicide Dive but when Bella dives through the ropes Diamond ducks out of the way causing her to crash into the barricade chest first.
Simone: And just like that, Diamond has the advantage.
Adams: Even if she wins the match Bella will be feeling that crash into the barricade in the morning.
Diamond takes full advantage of this by repeatedly ramming Bella chest and back first into the barricade only throwing Bella back into the ring when she realizes that she's dangerously close to a double count out, Diamond follows Bella back into the ring and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella kicks out! Diamond doesn't let up though as she picks up Bella and locks in an abdominal stretch on Bella.
Simone: Diamond now has a target and that's Bella's torso.
Adams: Bella's a high flyer so the targeted attacks are going to make her high impact moves hurt that much more.
Dawn gets into position and checks to see if Bella wants to tap out but the New Yorker refuses to give up to Diamond's hold, Diamond notices that they are close to the ring ropes and quickly grabs onto the top rope to increase the pressure, letting go right before Drawn catches her, she does this two more times but gets cocky and overdoes it, causing Diamond to get caught in the act by Dawn! While Diamond protests her innocence to Dawn Bella gets out of Diamond's submission hold with an arm drag which she follows up with a Hurricanrana! Bella goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Diamond kicks out! Both women get back to their feet but before Bella to mount an advantage she gets cut in half by way of a spear from Diamond! Diamond then heads to the top rope to try for a moonsault but Bella rolls out of the way, causing Diamond to crash to the matt! Both women are down though and Dawn starts her ten count.
Simone: Bella is out of Diamond's hold but now both women are down.
Adams: I've said it before and I'll say it again, whoever gets up first will get a huge advantage!
Dawn's count reaches seven before Bella gets back to her feet as does Diamond, Diamond pounces first by going for her signature Float Over DDT and connects! Diamond goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bella gets the shoulder up! Bella shakes her head before she starts measuring up Bella for the Diamond Cutter but Bella counters it with a backslide!
ONE!
TWO!
And Diamond rolls through it and connects with a Shining Wizard! Feeling victory at hand Diamond starts signalling for the Diamond Cutter again as Bella starts getting to her feet.
Simone: Diamond's going for her cutter, can she hit it?
Adams: She's won many matches with it before.
Diamond goes for the move but Bella counters it with the Neuro-Mutilation!
Simone: Neuro-Mutilation! Bella nails the tribute to her dad Nick Madison!
Adams: Diamond is out, stick a fork in her, she's done!
Bella goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here's your winner, Bella Madison!
Simone: Bella has bounced back from her loss to Victoria at Violent Conduct!
Adams: And it's back to the drawing board for Diamond.
Bella celebrates her win while Dawn checks on Diamond.
Later on the night, Miles is now by his lonesome, making his way through the hall, occasionally stopping at a door here and there to look inside.
Miles: Ya kiddin' me, right? World Champ ain't nowhere to be found.
He comes across a few stage hands.
Miles: OI! You guys see Finn Whelan anywhere?
The guys look around at one another and just shake their heads all at once sayin, "No, man." and "Sorry, no".
Miles: Of course, all good. Thanks.
He takes several more strides before he slows his steps and comes across a familiar face, Laura Phoenix.
Miles: Well hello.
Laura: Miles. You're looking well.
Miles: Yeah, well Finn hasn't gotten his hands on me yet. Jaw is still a little tender from last week but it was worth it.
Laura just shakes her head and laughs a bit.
Laura: Yeah, it sounds oddly familiar with how I did things back in the day. Look, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but I haven't see Finn around at all today. I don't even know if he's in Reno.
Miles drops his head and scratches his head a bit.
Miles: It's all good, Laur. I think I'm just gonna see. He says he wants to do things face to face and here I am. So we'll see what happens. If he shows, he shows. If not then I guess we'll see what happens next week.
Laura: Have fun hunting.
Miles gives her a quick hug and continues his trek down the hall.
Miles: Come out, come out wherever you are.
INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Helluva Bottom Carter (c) vs Kris Ryans
The camera cuts backstage to see Mikah stepping out of a room and closing the door behind her with her trademark smirk present on her face. She begins to walk a little ways down the hallway and is suddenly surprised when she literally runs into her husband, Kris as he turns the corner to go down the same hallway she was trying to leave and grabs onto his arms to prevent herself from falling. The two stumble for a few steps, but he finds his footing and manages to hang onto her. At first he seems annoyed, before realizing who it was that accosted him.
Mikah: Shit…hi?
She says as she looks at him. She gives him a small smile as she adjusts her dress she was wearing just a little bit.
Kris: Strange running into you here. Is it 2017 again already?
He helps her find her balance and get back on her own two feet without his assistance. Fans had seen him enter the arena alone earlier, so his confusion made sense to everyone watching.
Kris: You're dressed awfully nice, and a few thousand miles away from where you are supposed to be. What's up with that?
He looks past her, down the hallway that she had been coming from in order to get some kind of hint of what she had been up to. She sort of steps in front of him as if she is trying to shield him from viewing the general direction in which she came from.
Mikah: I didn't realize that this was extra nice.
She points to the simple red dress she was wearing before looking at him with a smile on her face.
Mikah: And I had business to attend to in Vegas, so I figured I'd come down to Reno to support you.
She gives him another smile and gives him a small little shrug of her shoulders.
Mikah: It's not that out of character for me.
It doesn't look like he is entirely sold on the excuse that she gives him, but he also doesn't have a whole lot of extra time in order to get to the bottom of it.
Kris: I thought we agreed to worry about Vegas when I got back….
He sighs, and shakes his head for a moment before the suddenness of their meeting fades away. Now that he was thinking again, it didn't make sense for her to be showing up alone. This wasn't 2017 anymore. Everywhere that they went together, an entourage of children followed.
Kris: Wait… if you're here, where are all of the children?
She makes a waving motion with her hand, waving off his concern before a mischievous glint passes through her eyes as she looks up at him.
Mikah: You might have thought we agreed to worry about that when you got back, but I think it's better that it's already done.
She wrinkles her nose a little bit as she delays in answering the last and most pressing question. If they were both here and the children weren't buzzing around them, where were they?
Mikah: Oh…right, the children.
Another mischievous look passes through her eyes.
Mikah: Despy volunteered to watch them so I could do a few things. I figured you wouldn't mind.
She scrunches her nose up at him. He takes a deep, shaky breath, clearly slightly annoyed at the mention of the bear lover's name. Despy had always managed to get one over on Kris at every turn, something that frustrated him long into their friendship.
Kris: Well, at least they are in equally childlike hands.
All at once, he seems to snap out of the distraction that the conversation had been. He was on his way to the stage before running into Mikah, and was running out of time before his match was starting.
Kris: I can't really think about any of that right now. I have to go. Maybe make yourself scarce back here. No telling what J2H, and Kevin Carter might cook up with you in the arena to give Raven an edge.
She frowns a little bit.
Mikah: Cook up with me?
She changes the confused look with a look of concern.
Mikah: I don't think that you have to worry about me. I will be fine, you need to make sure you're on alert out there.
She points in the direction of the ring.
Mikah: And I doubt JDouble H or Kevin Carter even know that I'm in the building. Let alone the uneducated moron you're facing.
She makes a waving motion again with her hand, waving the thought off.
Mikah: Just…be careful, okay?
The concerned look is back on her face as she looks up at her husband. He shakes his head with a smile.
Kris: Never. Not even once.
Adams: Who's ready for more violence!?!
Simone: Alexandra Calaway and Seleana Zdunich are no strangers to one another, but this time a possible shot at Kayla Richards and the Bombshell World Championship are on the line!
The lights go down and Mine by Halestorm 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.. 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 as she waits for her opponent.
Adams: Alexandra looks like she is confident that she has this one locked down already.
Simone: She sounded excited that this one was going to be held under Hardcore rules so that she could do whatever she wanted to Seleana.
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5
4
3
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat's roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson's "Black Cat" blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.
Justin: ….and her opponent, Seleana Zdunich!!!!!
Seleana gets down to ringside, and slides under the bottom rope, but that is as far as Alexandra allows her to get without intervention. Before Seleana can even get up to her feet, Alexandra sprints across the ring and starts throwing left and right hands in a flurry that her opponent wasn't prepared for.
Adams: Alexandra isn't even going to wait for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Simone: There it is! This one is officially underway now!
Adams: I bet Seleana wishes she got to start this one on her feet.
Jasmine St. John does what she can to separate the two ladies as the sound of the bell chiming three times is heard and the show instantly gets on the road. Alexandra tries to push her way around the official to get back at her opponent, but Jasmine makes sure that Seleana gets up to her feet before allowing the fight to continue. Wanting to stay on offense, Alexandra lunges at her competitor once more, thinking she may have caught her off-guard with her quickness. However, Seleana Zdunich catches her with a nicely placed knee to the abdomen, causing Alexandra to stop and bend over, groaning and moaning audaciously as she wraps her arms around the affected area, coughing a couple of times. She's in a vulnerable position now, which allows Seleana to take advantage in the early going. She stands Alexandra up so that she's vertical and cheeses a sadistic smile before snapping in motion, shooting her arm up and having her fists connect with the lower jaw. The European uppercut, is executed so powerfully that Alexandra loses balance and tries to catch herself, staggering backwards into the ring ropes. Alexandra hangs there on the top rope for a bit, a bit woozy after that hard shot.
Simone: Seleana didn't take any off of that one!
Adams: I don't think that Alexandra was prepared to get rocked like that.
Simone: Well, Alexandra has been a bit hasty in the early going. Seleana had to do something to create some space.
Seleana takes her time here dealing with Alexandra. Alexandra attempts to fire a shot back but it's blocked by Seleana and then she fires a fist into the face of her opponent, a shot that causes her to do circles, doing a 180-style transition from the ropes to the corner. Zdunich then takes a stance holding the top rope and issues her opponent a solid kick in the gut. She then repeats the act again, leaving Alexandra with no other option but to cringe in the corner. Seleana straightens her opponent up again and kicks her in the abdomen AGAIN, these repeated blows proving to be a success in the early going. After that last kick, Seleana takes Alexandra by the arm and pulls her out of the corner, giving those that are watching the impression that she may be looking to Irish whip her opponent into the other corner. Sadly for Alexandra , that's not the case here as she starts running, but Seleana keeps a hold on her arm, pulling her back towards her into a perfectly placed knee that gets driven into the already-hurting abdomen of her adversary that sends her down to one knee. Seleana, still with the arm in the grasp, wrings it around, twisting up and over her head. Before she does anything else, however, Alexandra rolls frontwards through her, managing to un-wring her arm. She stands up on her own two feet after the escape, staring at the beady eyes of her opponent before using her free arm to catch her in the jaw with a forearm shot. Seleana lets go of the arm and Alexandra turns around and goes darting towards the ropes. Coming off the ropes, Seleana moves forward and shoots a low dropkick to Alexandra's knee that sends her flipping forward onto the mat.
Adams: Alexandra has been a little overzealous in the early going and Seleana is just standing back and countering her offense.
Simone: That's not going to work for the duration of this one though. Seleana is going to have to build some real momentum if she wants to emerge victorious.
Adams: Plus, we haven't seen either of them capitalize on the fact that this one has no rules!
Seleana drops down over Alexandra, and the referee uses her quick reflexes to drop down on her torso for the count, but she doesn't even get to slam her hand on the mat as Alexandra instantly shoots her body up off the canvas before Seleana can even hook the leg. However, Alexandra doesn't get to escape as her captor locks in a submission maneuver, craning Alexandra's neck back as she places her in a kneeling variation of the Dragon Sleeper. The sleeper appears to be locked in tight as Alexandra begins to writhe. Alexandra then seemingly attempts to get out of there, using every ounce of flexibility that she has to bring her leg up and catch Seleana in the forehead with a hard kick. Zdunich is dazed a bit, but doesn't let go. Alexandra musters up the strength to kick her again. This time, the kick proves to be effective enough as Seleana Zdunich releases the hold. However, she takes Alexandra by the head and slams it down onto the canvas, the back of the head receiving most of the impact. It's here where Seleana mounts her opponent and begins raining down left and right handed shots aimed at the downed woman's face. The referee has no other option than to sit idly by and watch the beatdown though. Alexandra tries to cover up and defend the repeated shots from the assault to no avail. As soon as she manages to bludgeon her way through Alexandra's defenses and land a stiff forearm shot to her temple, Seleana stands, and looks to the outside of the ring.
Simone: Seleana sees her opening to grab a weapon now!
Adams: …but that is just going to give Alexandra a chance to pull herself together.
Simone: High risk, but high reward.
Seleana quickly rolls out of the ring, and lifts the ring skirt. She doesn't have to search for long before coming out with a kendo stick that she rotates around in her hands a couple of times before sliding back into the ring. She stalks behind Alexandra for a moment, wanting to pick the perfect spot. Alexandra makes it back up to her feet, and turns back towards her opponent, who takes a calculated swing, but misses. Alexandra ducks under the shot, and moves behind her adversary. When Seleana pivots on her foot, and takes another swing. Alexandra spins on her heel, and raises a leg to kick the kendo stick out of her opponent's hands. Seleana looks shocked before she eats a knee to the stomach, before falling to her knees on the mat. Seleana hobbles away from the assault towards the ropes, but Alexandra doesn't follow. Instead, she sprints to the opposite side of the ring, and when she rebounds, picks up momentum before driving a knee into the side of Seleana's head.
Adams: V-Trigger!
Simone: Alexandra has gotten things turned around in this one, and all because Seleana let off the pressure to introduce weapons into the mix.
Alexandra pulls her opponent away from the ropes and drops down over Seleana Zdunich before hooking her leg for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Seleana kicks out before the count of two can be reached, and shoves her opponent away. Alexandra is back to her feet quickly though, grabbing the kendo stick as she goes. As Seleana sits up Alexandra swings away, connecting with Seleana's spine which causes her face to twist as her back arches from the blow.
Adams: No mercy from Alexandra!
Without hesitation, Alexandra swings again at her spine, and then a third. She then repositions and sends one final shot to Seleana's chest that sends her back down to the mat. Quickly, Alexandra drops the weapon and throws herself on top of her for a second attempt at a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Seleana rolls her shoulder up, her back arched in pain now. Clearly kicking out was less painful than being pressed onto her back after those shots.
Adams: Seleana knows what is at stake in this match. It's going to take more than that to put her away.
Simone: Alexandra will happily inflict more pain if that is what she has to do. These pins feel like her giving Seleana an easy way out.
Adams: The smile on her face just keeps getting bigger every time she fails to get the three count.
Alexandra Calaway steps away and plays to the crowd, who give her a mixed reaction. The official makes no move to check on Seleana Zdunich either. Alexandra, sensing that she has bought herself some time, slides under the bottom rope, and starts searching under the ring. After a few moments, Seleana pushes herself up off the mat and up to her knees before attempting to use the ropes to get her feet under her. Alexandra finally finds what she is looking for and pulls a trash can full of fun stuff out from under the ring before carrying it up the stairs. She drops it into the ring over the top rope before stepping through herself. Seeing her opponent rising through, Alexandra Calaway pulls a stop sign out of the trash can, and approaches Seleana, waiting for her to turn. Again, the official doesn't intervene, and Alexandra swings for the feces, but Seleana drops to her rear on the mat to avoid the strike. The stop sign misses wildly and bounces off of the top rope before rebounding and hitting Alexandra in the center of the forehead. Seleana pushes Alexandra away in the confusion and starts to scramble to her feet before her opponent can regain her composure.
Simone: I don't know how Alexandra managed to stay on her feet. I was pretty sure she knocked herself out with that one.
Adams: I don't know if she is just that tough, or just that determined to obliterate Seleana.
Alexandra wobbles on her feet, but takes a step forward. She drops the weapon, and instead catches Seleana's unprotected face with a boot between the eyes that sends her down to her falling backwards, between the ropes and outside of the ring.
Simone: Seleana crashes hard to the ringside floor!
Alexandra watches as Seleana attempts to pick herself up off of the floor, but doesn't follow under the bottom rope. Instead, she steps turns to the trash can and reaches into it before pulling out a sledgehammer from it. She steps out onto the apron as Seleana is trying to use the ring skirt to pull herself up from the ground. Alexandra jumps off, attempting to drive the hammer into the base of Seleana's skull, but Zdunich moves at the last possible second, narrowly avoiding catastrophe. Alexandra instead drives the hammer into the ringside stairs on the way down, causing the vibration to travel all the way up her hands. She drops the hammer and takes a step back, trying to shake the pain out of her hands, but by the time that she brings her attention back to Seleana, the former champion has acquired a fire extinguisher that she bludgeons Alexandra with to create space. She follows it up by aiming the nozzle at her adversary and blinding her with a cloud of mist that sends Alexandra falling back into the ring steps, upending them.
Simone: Alexandra has been blinded!
Adams: This is Seleana's chance to get back in this thing!
Alexandra stumbles back into the barricade, trying to wipe the chemicals from her eyes. Seleana doesn't want to make the mistake she made earlier, and allow her opponent to recover, so she charges in. However, possibly based on instinct alone, Alexandra is able to slide out of the way of the incoming shoulder tackle, and send Seleana herself slamming into the barricade instead.
Simone: Alexandra must have a sixth sense for danger or something!
Adams: That's not going to matter if she can't see though.
Alexandra falls down and crawls to the ring skirt before using it to wipe at her eyes. Luckily, Seleana seems mostly motionless from going face-first into the barricade, allowing Alexandra the time she needed to get her eyes back. Once she can see once again, Alexandra turns to see the damage done. She looks from her opponent, to the steel ring stairs, and the smile returns to her face. She takes the smaller top set of stairs and discards them before pushing the bigger bottom stair closer to Seleana. Fans in the arena seem to recognize what she is thinking as she lifts Seleana from the ground. She powers her up onto her shoulders, and then lifts her higher into the air before powering her down onto the stairs.
Simone: Apocalypse from Alexandra Calaway!
Adams: She may have broken Seleana in half!
Seleana's middle-back hits on the stairs, while her head bounces off the steel platform. She lays motionless on the ground while Alexandra stands there for a moment, proud of the destruction that she has brought. She doesn't bask in the moment for too long though, as she grabs Seleana by the hair, and drags her dead weight up enough to roll her under the bottom rope. Alexandra follows, and moves to put each of Seleana's feet on her shoulders before stacking her up and rolling her back onto her shoulders to prevent her reaching out for a rope break. Unnecessarily, Alexandra puts both ankles up on the middle rope for extra leverage just because she can.
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Seleana's out…
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Alexandra Calaway's music starts to play as she pulls her feet off of the ropes and gets to her feet to allow the official to raise her hand, smiling and clearly proud of her actions.
Justin: The winner of the match via pinfall, Alexandra Calaway!!!!
The SCW-Tron above the stage comes to life and the crowd ignites into a frenzy of cheers as we find the reigning SCW Internet Champion Helluva Bottom Carter being joined by roving reporter, Ms Rocky Mountains against a backdrop of the official High Stakes XIV banner.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Fans, I am joined here tonight by none other than the reigning Internet Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter! Carter, we heard earlier tonight some rumblings of none other than the Hall of Famer Kris Ryans targeting your title for High Stakes XIV, and earlier, we discover it has been made official!
The ncrowd cheers as Carter nods in affirmation.
Ms Rocky Mountains: I was wondering how you were feeling about what's transpired?
Carter sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
HBCarter: I guess you could say I'm on something of an emotional roller coaster right about now. As far as Kris challenging me for the title at High Stakes XIV?
Carter purses his lips and lets loose a slow whistle. Shaking his head.
HBCarter: I could not have asked for a bigger challenge at the biggest show of the year! Kris has done it all. held every championship available as a Grand Slam Champion. Now, he's on his way to doing that twice over and the only thing standing in his way is...
Carter twirls a finger around in the air and points it at himself.
HBCarter: Li'l ol' me. I've come up against a number of great guys who think they can use me as a stepping stone, and I am sorry to say but Kris is not going to become a two-time Grand Slam Champion at my expense. Still, the idea of being able to defend my title is at least SOMETHING!
Ms Rocky Mountains: What do you mean?
HBCarter: Well that's the low part of this emotional roller coaster. Violent Conduct was weeks ago, and I haven't defended my title since I defended it against LJ. If they're giving me time off to recup, I appreciate the thought but how am I going to do anything to elevate this championship if I'm not allowed to defend it!? A champion shouldn't have to beg to be able to defend his title and yet here I am, practically begging Mark and Christian to let me wrestle, let alone defend the title!
Ms Rocky Mountains: Well they say all good things come to those who wait.
Carter bites his bottom lip and nods.
HBCarter: Yeah. Last time they told me that, I defended against Justin Smith.
Carter and Rocky share a wide eyed look and he turns and takes his leave, walking off camera.
Cameras had left the ringside area and found them in the office of Mark Ward. Sitting across from each other were none other than Mark himself and Michael Harris. The energy that Harris was bringing hadn't changed any from what they had seen earlier in the night. His volume at a pretty high level despite their enclosed space.
Michael Harris: Fine me if you fucking have to for what I did to the security team. They were just casualties anyway. I don't give a damn.
He had those eyes narrowed on the man that sat across from him.
Michael Harris: I made it clear to you a few weeks ago when we talked. I made it clear last week and I made it clear tonight. All I care about is getting my hands on that prick. Nothing and no one is going to stop me. I'm not going to rest until this is a thing. It needs to happen! Do you understand that?!
Hot Stuff puts his hand up.
HS: Relax, you'll probably live longer, or at least stop ya doing crazy shit. I wasn't just playing with my phone while that was going on, I was watching and I just so happened to be waiting for that twink lookalike as soon as he wandered back through looking like he'd just won a pissing contest. I heard him say he runs this place, when we all know who really runs this place.
Hot Stuff points to himself.
HS: A year ago, this match was going to be my crowning moment, the thing that brought months of work together and the way I see it, that crowning moment is right there. What he did to Jayden, it doesn't go unpunished.
As soon as those words came out of the boss's mouth. Harris was quick to have something to say about the matter at hand.
Michael Harris: Good! It's about damn time the little prick understands he doesn't run the show like he's thought for all these years. With that being said. It's official then right?
Arching his eyebrow some as he made eye contact with Mark. The facial expressions on Mark's face at that very second was a telling sign. One that wasn't going to make Harris any happier.
HS: Here's the thing Michael, I want this to happen, I want justice to be served and yeah, I run the show but it seems like that little devil on my shoulder is on happy pills lately and got a long memory. A year ago, things were meant to be magical, yet bridges got burned, trust got dented and my little partner in crime isn't the most trusting. A year ago, you got fired, we tried to make it work again, but then you got your gold watch, and a thank you for your effort retirement cake and he's not sure on that mental state of yours. He knows how unpredicatable you are so he's resisting a hell of a lot.
Instantly the former two-time champion found himself slamming his hands down on the desk before him. Before getting up in that angered manner, pretty much playing right into what was being said about him. Harris pacing around the room a bit.
Michael Harris: This is bullshit! This is complete and utter bullshit. Christian is a fucking snake and always has been!
His hands raked through his short hair.
Michael Harris: I gave that man my word I wouldn't do shit at Summer XXXTreme. I held to my word. I thought the hatchet was buried. But of course I should have known I couldn't trust him. More importantly, I should have known he'd have his lips surgically glued to James' ass!
Finally the pacing had stopped. Harris put his hands back down on the desk as he learned over glaring at Mark. He knew it wasn't his fault, but these emotions were hard to contain.
Michael Harris: I don't want a match. I've got no desire to wrestle. That shit is well behind me, but I do have it in me to fight. That's much-much different than a wrestling match. Even you have to agree with that and you have to see where I am coming from!
HS: I see things have change, not exactly Stevie Wonder here so I know it's different, I know you're different but I see where Christian is trying to protect the biggest show of the year, but I do have an idea, something to convince Christian that you want this non wrestling match so badly, but it would take you to have an actual wrestling match.
Hot Stuff watches Michael grit his teeth but the boss raises one finger.
HS: Rat boy J2H believes in Heckle and Jekyll so much, he believes they can beat you and it seems like those two will jump through hoops for him, so I'm thinking come out of retirement for one more proper match, show Christian you mean business and you kick the hell out of Alexander Raven.You beat him as he defends J2H's honor and I'll get Christian on board and I'll even sweeten it for you. You win, you get to choose what match type you have with J2H. The match will be signed any way you want it, but if you lose, you fall on your sword and it's over.
The stunning silence that overcame the room. Harris just stood there looking at Mark. All of the words that were said registered, but this isn't anything that the man wanted. Not by a long shot. Harris finally found himself shaking his head.
Michael Harris: I am literally being bullied into a situation. I've only got two choices. It's wrestle a match and win -- when I have no desire to wrestle. And I damn sure don't want my last WRESTLING match to be against someone that couldn't lace my boots with a head start provided for them. That man couldn't compete at the same level as me if his entire life depended on it. Look at who the hell we are talking about for crying out loud. Take away the two assholes that have been keeping him a float and mmaking him relevant.. Take that shit away and then he'd be right back to being a rambling wannbe tough guy with a barely better win loss record than Bill Barnhart!
The thought of it all just made Harris shake his head a little more. Getting more and more annoyed with the situation being presented to him.
Michael Harris:Just the thought of knowing that if I come out of retirement for this one wrestling match that Alexander is going to be the last opponent I'll ever have. It makes me just wanna go head and keep wrestling for the next thirty years. To get rid of the stench that is that man even having anything to do with my career. It's just down right insane to even think about.
Again his hands washed over his face in frustration.
Michael Harris: It's either do that or I don't get the fight I want at all. Flat out being bullied into this bullshit, but you know what Mark? I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here and believe you are really going to bat for me here. I'll take the stupid fucking match. But you better tell Christian, he's got no one to blame but himself when he doesn't have a SCW Roulette Champion for High Stakes. Alexander isn't walking out of the arena next week. Matter of fact, I see a very long hospital stay for him in the near future!
HS: Oh I'm going to bat for you, all you gotta do is win, all you need to be is Michael Harris again. Pretty sure you haven't forgot how to be that monster.
About that time Mark stood up from his side of the desk. Harris reached out with his right hand extending it in the direction of the boss. A very brief handshake took place amongst the two men. The moment it was broken Harris turned and found himself walking right out the office door. The door had no sooner than closed shut behind him and he was about to walk off when someone speaking caught his attention.
"This isn't a war you want."
Those very words caused the man to stop in his tracks. Harris slowly turned himself around and about that time he made eye contact with none other than Kevin Carter. He had leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, but the moment he realized he had Harris's attention. He pushed himself off the wall with the two of them coming face to face.
Michael Harris: You clearly have no idea who I am if you think I don't want this war and everything that comes with it. And aren't you the one that called me unhinged? Violent? Off my rocker? Pretty brave of you to be standing here right now without the other two or all that security. Which great job on finding them by the way. They couldn't stop a toddler.
Kevin Carter: We told your kid the same damn thing, but we get it now. We definitely get where your kid got his sarcasm, his boldness, and all that anger that consumed him. We get why he didn't take the best advice he was even given. But all of the wrong things you taught him. All the wrong values you embedded into him. None of it was a benefit to young Jayden. It didn't get him anywhere other than a hospital bed and a career ended. You really think you're about to be any different?
Michael Harris: I sure do!
Harris stood there with those intense narrowed eyes. Not once taking them off the man that stood directly in his face.
Michael Harris: I took your best shot. I survived a situation where I wasn't meant to survive. I made you. I made Alexander. I made J2H look like amateurs. I'm still standing and I know that eats alive at the three of you. There's nothing you can do to stop me now. Mark my words.
Kevin Carter: Delusional people exist and it doesn't look like there is ever going to be a time where they don't. If this is the route you want to go down then by all means Michael. Go ahead, but like I said this isn't a war you want. All you're doing is putting your family in another situation where they are going to have to experience more grief.
Michael Harris: That's the line you want to cross? That's the low hanging fruit that makes you feel like you got the upper hand?
Kevin Carter: It clearly has you rattle.
Michael Harris: Not even close, but you know you shouldn't be taking shots at me or my family. Didn't you cause your own family grief when you bailed on them because you couldn't handle a couple of losses?
Kevin Carter: Shut up while you're ahead...
Michael Harris: As a matter of fact if you want to talk about grief and your family. Didn't you cause them even more when you allowed your wife and your son to go through the death of your young daughter all on their own? Because your ego was too bruised over this stupid business?!
Kevin Carter: You son of a bitch!
The words that came from Harris did exactly what he wanted them to do. They got right under the skin of Carter forcing the man they called the Entity to swing that heavy right hand of his, but Harris ducked right under the hand. As he was ducking the office door was coming open with Mark walking right out of the door and finding himself in the line of fire of that right hand.
Carter accidentally strikes the boss right in the mouth knocking Mark backwards a couple of inches. He instantly grabbed his lip and found himself looking up to the shocked expression of Carter. He simply just wiped his limp off with a bit of a smug look. Taking that punch in stride, rather it was on purpose or not. Harris stood there smirking from ear to ear. Carter finally tried to explain himself.
Kevin Carter: Woah woah woah!
Michael Harris: Looks like someone fucked up.
Kevin Carter: Listen Mark! That was an accident I swear!
Hot Stuff can't help but smile and wag his finger.
HS: Well that has made my day. Looks like I really need to get back in the gym.
Carter was still riddled with a shocked expression. Finding himself quickly backing away from the two men not giving a response at all. Harris tilted his head a little bit as he watched Carter scurry himself down the hall. Placing a hand on the boss's shoulder with that smirk of his is still evident.
Michael Harris: Looks like High Stakes just got a little more interesting for you.
Chuckling a little bit. Mark gave a little bit of a smirk of his own. Before the cameras found themselves cutting away from the two men and heading back out to the ring for the next scheduled contest of the night
The lights shut off leaving the entire arena pitch black. The screen at the top of the ramp flashes to life with the words: DO YOU BELIEVE? Knowing what is coming the fans roar to life just as the PA blasts out the opening lyrics to the theme in the most booming fashion. Two spotlights shine down on the stage as a remixed version of 30 Seconds to Mars "Walk on Water" plays through the PA system. Standing in the middle of the stage where the lights intersect is Kristopher Ryans with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist, albeit upside down so that when he looks down it faces him.
Justin: From Jet City, your SCW World Heavyweight Champion!!!! KRISTOPHER RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYANS!
The fans erupt with applause as he makes his way down the ramp. The white club symbol appears on the screen behind him. As he gets down to the bottom of the ramp, the camera passes him, circling around his side to see the orange letters on his white shorts reading MIRACLE down his right leg. We get behind him as he ascends the stairs, seeing that the back of his jacket displays the KR logo in the same shade of orange. He walks one side of the ring before stepping between the ropes before posing for the crowd.
Simone: Look at this crowd! They absolutely adore Kristopher Ryans! The Miracle has arrived, and you can feel the electricity in the air, Adams.
Adams: He's been on an unstoppable roll, and every time he steps into this ring, you can tell the fans truly believe in him. This place is going nuts right now!
The camera fades back to the entranceway, as Justin brings the microphone to his lips.
Justin: Introducing his opponent! The reigning Roulette Champion!! Alexander Raven!!!
The lights begin to dim as the opening melody of Watch The World Burn plays through the speakers. Alexander Raven slowly steps out onto the stage, metal pipe in one hand. He comes to a stop at the centre of the top of the ramp, and looks over the crowd. A cacophony of boos raining down on him. A smile spreading across his face, as he taps the pipe against his temple lightly.
'Yeah I got voices in my head again, tread carefully.'
As the song kicks into gear, he slowly begins to walk down the ramp. A slow, measured stride taking his time. As he walks down he swings the pipe towards the outstretched hands of the fans at ringside. Threatening to take their heads off if they get too close. As he gets to the step he stops and bounces from side to side. Further boos and disdain from the raucous crowd.
'I'll brandish a weapon, teach all you motherfuckers a lesson.'
He slams the pipe down several times on the steps, before throwing it down right next to them, climbing the steps rapidly. Walking the length of the apron to his right, he wipes his feet aggressively on the apron, before stepping between the top and middle ropes. The crowd roaring their displeasure as he runs to the opposite ropes, throwing his arms out wide to his sides bathing in the vitriol. He checks the buttons at his wrists on his shirt and begins to slowly pace the rampside of the ring.
Simone: This crowd can't stand Alexander Raven, and I can't say I blame them. He thrives on their hate, though, and it only seems to fuel him more.
Adams: He's dangerous, Simone. That metal pipe isn't just a prop—it's a warning. Raven's sending a message that he's willing to do whatever it takes to win tonight.
The arena buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed, casting a moody haze over the ring. The fans, a sea of chaos and color, roared in excitement. In the center of the squared circle stood Kris Ryans, his confidence shining as brightly as the arena's spotlights. Opposite him, Alexander Raven's intense gaze pierced through the gloom, every muscle in his body coiled like a serpent ready to strike. The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy filling the space between them. It wasn't just about victory tonight—it was about survival, supremacy, and pride.
Simone: Listen to that crowd, Adams, you can feel the electricity in the air! Kris Ryans and Alexander Raven are ready to go, and this isn't just about a win tonight—this is about pride, about survival!
Adams: You can cut the tension with a knife, Simone! Look at Raven—he's like a coiled snake, ready to strike. And Ryans? Cool, confident... he knows what's at stake tonight.
DING DING DING!
The bell rang, and both men surged forward, locking up in the center of the ring. Ryans, the more athletic of the two, quickly gained the upper hand with a sharp Arm Drag that sent Raven sprawling. With practiced precision, Ryans followed up with a Leg Drop across Raven's arm, snapping it down with authority.
Simone: What a start! Ryans with the Arm Drag, and now a vicious Leg Drop across Raven's arm—he's showing that speed advantage right out of the gate!
Adams: Ryans knows he's got to keep Raven on the defensive! That athleticism, those quick transitions—it's all working in his favor so far!
Raven grunted but rolled out of it, shaking off the sting. His eyes narrowed, and he charged at Ryans, only to be met with a quick Shoulder Tackle that took him off his feet. Ryans was quick, keeping the pace fast as he darted around the ring. Raven was a powerhouse, but Ryans knew that keeping him grounded was his best shot at victory.
Simone: Raven's charging in—oh! Shoulder Tackle from Ryans! He's staying in control, keeping Raven off his feet.
Adams: Smart strategy from Ryans. He knows if Raven starts using that power, it could be over. Keep him down, keep him off-balance—that's the key.
Ryans hit the ropes, looking for a Running Wheel Kick, but Raven ducked at the last moment. Before Ryans could recover, Raven wrapped his arms around his waist and executed a flawless Belly-to-Back Suplex, slamming Ryans into the mat with brutal force. The crowd erupted, the impact shaking the ring.
Simone: Ryans went for the Wheel Kick—but Raven ducks! Belly-to-Back Suplex! Oh, my God, the power of Raven!
Adams: That's the danger with Raven, Simone! All it takes is one big move, and he's back in the driver's seat! Look at the force behind that suplex—the ring is still shaking!
Alexander Raven took a moment, stalking around his downed opponent, soaking in the jeers from the crowd. He picked Ryans up by the hair, only to throw him back down with a thunderous German Suplex, arching his back and bridging for the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: And Raven's not done yet! German Suplex—beautiful bridge for the pin!
Adams: ONE! TWO!—No! Ryans kicks out just in time, but you can see the tide's starting to turn, Simone!
The referee counted, but Ryans powered out, his body twisting to break the pin just before the three-count.
Raven smirked, pulling Ryans up to his feet. This time, he whipped him into the ropes and met him with a Slingblade on the rebound, sending Ryans crashing to the mat once again. The methodical pace of Raven's offense was wearing down the faster Ryans, and the crowd could feel the momentum shifting in Raven's favor.
Simone: Slingblade! Raven's offense is just grinding Ryans down—he's slowing this match to his own brutal pace.
Adams: Ryans needs to find an opening fast. He's being outmuscled here, and Raven smells blood in the water.
Not wanting to lose his grip, Raven hoisted Ryans up and planted him back down with an Exploder Suplex, the move snapping Ryans' body like a ragdoll. The impact left him clutching his lower back, clearly in pain. Raven saw his opening and went for a Springboard Elbow, but Ryans rolled out of the way at the last second!
Simone: Exploder Suplex! Raven's absolutely dominating now—Ryans is in serious trouble!
Adams: Wait—Ryans moves! He dodges the Springboard Elbow! This could be the opening he needs!
The missed elbow gave Ryans just enough time to recover. As Raven staggered back to his feet, Ryans sprang into action, nailing a Spinning Back Kick that caught Raven square in the midsection. He followed up with a European Uppercut, the strike landing with a sickening thud. Raven staggered, dazed, but still on his feet.
Simone: Spinning Back Kick from Ryans! European Uppercut—he's rallying now!
Adams: He's not done yet! Raven's still standing, but you can see he's reeling from those strikes!
Ryans wasted no time, springboarding off the ropes and catching Raven with a Tornado DDT! The crowd popped as Raven's head spiked into the mat. Ryans went for the cover.
Simone: Tornado DDT! Ryans with the cover! This could be it!
ONE!
TWO!
The crowd held its breath. Raven kicked out just in time.
Adams: ONE! TWO!—No! Raven kicks out! What resilience from Raven!
Ryans shook his head, frustration creeping in, but he wasn't done yet. He climbed the ropes, positioning himself on the top turnbuckle. The crowd rose to their feet, knowing what was coming next. Ryans launched himself into the air, looking for his signature SmackShot Diving Somersault Leg Drop. But Raven rolled out of the way!
Simone: Ryans is going for the 'SmackShot'! He's up top—here we go!—No! Raven moves! Ryans crashes hard!
Adams: That was his moment, Simone! Ryans hit the mat, and he's in agony! Can he recover?
Ryans hit the mat hard, clutching his lower back in pain. Raven, sensing the tide turning once again, pulled Ryans to his feet. He hooked both of Ryans' arms in a double underhook, setting up for his signature Double Hammerlock DDT, The Kingslayer. With a sudden snap, he drove Ryans' head into the mat with brutal precision. The impact left Ryans motionless, and Raven quickly went for the cover.
Simone: The Kingslayer! Raven's got him! He's going for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No! Ryans kicked out, barely lifting his shoulder off the mat at the last possible second.
Adams: ONE! TWO! THRE—No! Ryans kicks out! How did he do that?!
The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and disbelief. Raven's eyes flickered with frustration. He climbed back to his feet, pacing around Ryans like a predator stalking his prey. He grabbed Ryans, pulling him to his feet, but Ryans broke free with a Sit-Down Jawbreaker! Raven stumbled back, clutching his jaw as Ryans found his second wind.
Simone: Jawbreaker! Ryans isn't done yet! He's digging deep, Adams!
Adams: He's got that second wind, Simone! But can he turn this around in time?
Ryans whipped Raven into the corner and charged in with a Crossbody that crushed Raven against the turnbuckles. As Raven staggered out of the corner, Ryans followed up with a Running Wheel Kick that sent Raven sprawling to the mat. Ryans pointed to the top turnbuckle, and the crowd roared in anticipation. This time, Ryans climbed the ropes without hesitation, leaping off for his SmackShot once again.
Simone: Crossbody! Wheel Kick! Ryans has the momentum now—he's going back up top!
Adams: The crowd's on their feet, Simone! He's going for the SmackShot again—can he hit it this time?
The heavy brace on his leg connected with Raven's throat, and the impact was devastating. Ryans scrambled for the pin, hooking both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No!
Simone: He hits it! SmackShot! Here's the cover—this could be it!
Adams: ONE! TWO! THREE—No! Raven kicks out at the last second! What a match!
The referee signaled two. Raven had kicked out at the last possible second, and the crowd was on its feet, the energy in the arena electric.
Simone: Ryans can't believe it, Adams! He's thrown everything at Raven, but the man just won't stay down!
Adams: You can see the desperation creeping in, Simone. Ryans wants to finish this, but Raven keeps finding a way to survive!
Ryans was in disbelief. He had thrown everything he had at Raven, but the man just wouldn't stay down. Desperation started to creep in. Ryans stood up and motioned for his finisher. He wanted to end this now. As Raven struggled to his feet, Ryans charged forward, looking for the Godspeed single-leg front dropkick. But Raven ducked under it!
As Ryans spun around, Raven blasted him with a Shining Wizard that caught him square in the temple, dropping him to the mat. Wasting no time, Raven grabbed Ryans, lifting him onto his shoulders, setting him up for his devastating finisher, Raven's Spine. With a running start, Raven executed the Vertebreaker, driving Ryans' head and neck into the mat with sickening impact. The crowd gasped, the brutality of the move silencing them for a split second.
But just as Raven went for the pin, chaos erupted.
J2H appeared at ringside, jumping onto the apron and yelling at the referee. The ref turned his attention to J2H, distracted by the commotion. Raven, clearly frustrated, screamed at the referee to turn around and make the count.
Simone: What the hell?
Adams: That's J2H, he's distracting the referee.. Wait.. who's that?
But then, from the other side of the ring, Kevin Carter slid into the ring behind Ryans, unnoticed by both the referee and Raven. The crowd's boos reached a fever pitch as Carter grabbed Ryans, who was barely conscious from the Vertebreaker, and pulled him to his feet.
Simone: What is Kevin Carter doing out here?
Adams: Fucking over Kris Ryans it looks like.
Carter grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. In one fluid motion, he hooked Ryans' arms, spun, and delivered his finisher, The Main Attraction—a perfectly executed Canadian Destroyer. Ryans' body flipped through the air before crashing into the mat headfirst. The impact was brutal, leaving Ryans completely motionless.
Carter quickly rolled out of the ring and disappeared into the crowd, his work done. J2H, satisfied with the distraction, hopped off the apron, allowing the referee to turn back to the action.
Raven, confused for a moment, realized what had happened. He saw Ryans laid out, completely vulnerable. The crowd's boos echoed through the arena, but Raven didn't care. This was his moment. He dropped to his knees and hooked both of Ryans' legs, going for the pin.
The referee slid into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Simone: What the hell just happened here?
Adams: It looks like Alexander Raven just beat Kris Ryans.
Simone: Yeah, with help.
Justin: Here is your winner... ALEXANDER RAVEN!!!
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Alexander Raven had won, but the victory came under a dark cloud of controversy. The crowd erupted into boos, disgusted by the interference, but Raven didn't care. He stood up, his arm raised in victory by the referee, a smirk playing on his lips. He glanced down at Kris Ryans, who was still motionless on the mat, and then at J2H and Kevin Carter, who stood at the entrance ramp, grinning like hyenas.
The camera zoomed in on Raven, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as the commentators questioned the integrity of the win. But for Raven, it didn't matter how he had won—only that he had. As he exited the ring, the image of Ryans' broken body in the center of the ring lingered, a symbol of a hard-fought battle, marred by betrayal. In the end, Alexander Raven had his victory, but it came at a price—a tainted triumph that left a bitter taste in the mouths of everyone watching.
We are once again in the backstage area and yes, Miles is still on the look for the elusive SCW World Champion.
Miles: How big is this damn place anyways. PAGING FINN WHELAN! I appreciate you letting me get my steps in, bruv but this is overkill! Ya wanted to do this face to face, where da fuck are ya?
Male Voice: I think it's obvious he's not here tonight, Kasey.
The voice makes Miles stop dead in his tracks and he turns to see Alex Jones step into the shot.
Miles: Well, I saw you came back last week, mate. Welcome back.
Alex: Thanks. I'm sure you heard what I said as well.
Miles tilts his head to the side and nods.
Miles: That I did, are you here to give me that slap?
Alex just shakes his head and looks at Miles.
Alex: Not at the particular moment. And like I said, I get the urge to want to punch Finn in the face. Hell, I've had that feeling myself several times myself.
Miles: I am aware. Nothing will ever change between the two of you.
Alex smirks, and shakes his head.
Alex: That it won't, for sure. But Miles, you really need to ask yourself if what you did at Violent Conduct was worth it. All you could have done was ask Finn for a shot, and I'm sure he was happy to oblige.
Miles: You are right, sir. I could have asked but when has asking got me anywhere? I mean, I did ask Carter to marry my dumbass and he agreed. But I'm talking in the world of professional wrestling, when has asking ever got me anywhere? Do I feel like shite for doing it to a man that opened his door to me when I had the crazy bitch stalkin' me? Yes. Do I feel llike shite for doing what I did to the man that welcomed me back to the gym? Of course. But when it comes down to it, I just felt like I couldn't let him see me coming. Even though I have a feeling he did.
Miles just throws his arms out.
Miles: What's crazier is even though he says that he knew that I was going to do it, he still let himself get distracted last week by my dumbass antics and now he and Kayla are no longer the tag champs. He may not like my tactics and hell you may not either...hell even I am questioning it myself at times, but I've done it. It's done and it's either going to pay off or it's not. And I'm not about to ask the gym to pick one side or the other because fuck knows a lot of them have already made their opinions known. I'm not out to make it a civil war within the Wolfslair gym. And if you asked me right now to step away from Wolfslair, I would because I'm not about to do that to you, who accepted me back. But I need to finally do what everyone has been wanting me to do....
Alex: And what is that?
Miles: Finally step the fuck up where you all know I belong.
Alex just stands there for a moment before slapping Miles on the shoulder.
Alex: Well then do it. Just no more behind the back shit.
Miles laughs and shrugs.
Miles: Hey, why do you think I'm here tonight? For someone who wants face to face to badly...
Alex: Yeah, he's not here. Like not even in the same timezone.
Miles just sighs and looks around.
Miles: Figures, I guess I'll just go find my husband then. And Alex, I meant what I said. I did it to get his attention, I'm a shithead and above all else, I'm a pirate but no more behind the back. I want him at his best at High Stakes.
Alex: Then you better be ready to be at your best at High Stakes if not more. You asked for this Miles.
Miles nods and holds out his hand for Alex to shake. Alex looks at it for a moment before he reaches out and shakes Miles head and Miles walks away.
Alex: Just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, kid.
The scene opens backstage where we see the reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion (and one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions) Victoria Lyons and her challenger tonight Mercedes Vargas standing beside the Roulette Wheel, Victoria is carrying the Roulette Title over her shoulder while wearing her half of the Mixed Tag Team Titles around her waist.
Simone: It's almost time for the Main Event! Victoria Lyons did what many couldn't last week when she defeated The Wolves to win the Mixed Tag Titles with Eddie, albeit with a little help from Milles Kasey! And now she defends her singles title against Mercedes Vargas.
Adams: We saw one shocking title change last week will we go two for two?
Ms Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?
The wheel spins and both women watch intently, and it stops on………..
Simone: Special Guest Referee?
Adams: Oh this could be good.
Ms Rocky Mountains: And I'm being told that that the ref has been picked already.
Victoria Lyons: Who?
Luna Pasilno: You called?
Luna Pasilno steps into view wearing a refs outfit with the zebra stop modified to show off her midriff.
Victoria Lyons: You've gotta be kidding me?!
Luna Pasilno: Nope!
Ms Rocky Mountains: Err, good luck!
The three women walk off as the scene fades.
BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
Victoria Lyons OR Mercedes Vargas (c) vs Luna Pasilno
Simone: Folks if you thought last week's Main Event Title Match was full of controversy, wait until you hear this! In tonight's Main Event Victoria Lyons defends the Bombshell Roulette Title against Mercedes Vargas and thanks to the Roulette Wheel, Luna Pasilno is the special guest ref!
Adams: Luna earned a shot at Victoria by winning a #1 Contenders Match at Violent Conduct overcoming Seleana Zdunich, Cassie Wolfe and Alexandra Callaway in the process! And yet Mercedes earned this shot by beating Bobbie Dahl and Diamond Steele in a Triple Threat Submission Match that wasn't advertised as a #1 Contenders Match, there are more than a few wrestlers questioning this in the back!
Simone: This should be a great match, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS A BOMBSHELL ROULETTE TITLE MATCH! AND THANKS TO A SPIN OF THE WHEEL, WE KNOW THAT IT'LL BE A SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE MATCH!
The lights begin to dull, going to almost complete black. The opening chime, a single spotlight appearing above Luna Pasilno. A large smile plastered across her face, hands raising to her sides, palms downwards, hands bent somewhat. 'Cause I'm a King, plays out as blue lights begin to pulse across the arena in time with the music. Her hands thrust down rapidly, striding forth. Rolling her hips heavily with each measured and purposeful step. The crowd roaring with boos and dissent, vitriol flowing from them. She comes to a stop at the base of the ramp, eyes fixed on the centre of the ring.
Justin: Introducing the Special Guest Referee, Luna Pasilno!
She bends at the knee slightly, turning side on and throwing her head back. One hand pressing the back of her wrist against her head, hand hanging flaccidly, the other still resting on her hip. There is a god, and she is me, she bounces up slightly, bringing her hand from her hip up in full flourish and 'shows herself off', taking a few quick steps before swinging one leg up onto the apron. Hooking her hands, she pulls herself up and under, bringing the other leg up in a momentary split as she slides beneath the bottom rope. She sits and turns, pulling herself up with the ropes, and slowly backing into the middle of the ring. Shimmying her jacket off in the process.
Simone: If that woman remains impartial I'll eat this announce desk!
Adams: And I'll provide the salt and pepper!
Justin: Introducing the challenger!
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: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes is considered past it by many but you can't deny that her win at Violent Conduct was impressive.
Adams: But again, it wasn't a contenders match, Luna's match was the contenders match, and you can see that Luna isn't thrilled about Mercedes getting a shot before her.
The arena lights dim as Sweet Dreams by Vin Jay plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, and makes her slow and haunting walk to the ring. She glares at some of the fans, and even bites at a few as she passes by.
Justin: And her opponent, from Seattle, Washington she is one half of the SCW Mixed Tag Team Champions and the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, "The Head Lyoness" VICTORIA LYONS!
As she gets in the ring, the lights go back on, as Victoria raises her arms in a V in the middle of the ring, as if looking for worship, and giving the camera a creepy smile.
Simone: I can't remember the last time a newcomer had as hot a start as Victoria!
Adams: Undefeated and Bombshell Roulette Champion within a month of debuting and now one half of the Mixed Tag Team champions with only one loss to her name at Luna's hand? If Victoria isn't in contention for Future Star of the Year when the award nominees are announced then I wouldn't know what to say!
Luna reaches into her ref's top and produces a scrolled up piece of paper before letting it drop to the floor revealing a long list of wrestling rules which she proceeds to read out "Town Crier" style, in truth it lasts a few minutes but it feels like an eternity before Victoria and Mercedes get bored and just start brawling (knocking the list out of Luna's hands in the process) and prompting her to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: Oh thank god! I thought we were going to be here until next year's High Stakes!
Adams: At which point both members of Young Justice would've been old enough to drink.
With the Main Event underway Luna retrieves Victoria's two belts (which she had discarded prior to the brawl) and passes them to the time keeper while Mercedes and Victoria trade blows in the middle of the ring after a while Mercedes drops Victoria with a DDT after faking a punch that causes her to duck on instinct! Mercedes goes for the first pin of the match and Luna gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria gets the shoulder up.
Simone: Wait, was that pin actually fair? I was expecting the usual guest ref shenanigans from Luna but she's calling it down the middle!
Adams: Maybe Luna doesn't care who she faces for the Roulette Title between Mercedes and Victoria?
While Mercedes rethinks things Luna suddenly rolls out of the ring and retrieves a trash can from underneath the ring after which she hops onto the apron and props the trash can on the tope rope, resting one arm atop the can and looking at her nails playfully with her other hand, Mercedes and Victoria though? Victoria has countered a Northern Lights Suplex attempt by Mercedes into a Belly to Belly Suplex and upon seeing the trash can? Promptly snatches it out of Luna's hands before caving it in over Mercedes's head, Luna turns around just in time to see it but rather than disqualify Victoria she pretends to act shocked that the champ did that.
Simone: Err, this isn't a No DQ Match, in fact we had one earlier, but I guess Luna doesn't care about this fact!
Adams: And like I said, I doubt she cares about facing either Victoria or Mercedes for the title.
Victoria screams at Luna to get back in the ring to count her pinfall and Luna does so without delay.
ONE!
TWO!
And Luna stops the count to do up her shoelace! Victoria glares at Luna who shakes her head innocently before Victoria tries another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes kicks out! Even though the pin fall was fair Victoria still gets up to confront Luna who acts innocent long enough for Mercedes to score a roll up on Victoria.
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria kicks out of the noticeably faster count!
Simone: I think it's clear that Luna wants Mercedes to win, at least I won't have to worry about eating our desk!
Adams: Perhaps she feels she has a much better chance at taking the title from Mercedes than Victoria?
While Victoria confronts Luna about her blatant bias Mercedes uses the opportunity to roll out of the ring and grab a chair from the timekeeper's area and the Roulette Title, sliding the chair into the ring and carrying the title in the ring herself! While Luna is quick to snatch the title out of Mercedes's hands Victoria picks up the chair and slams it against the matt once………and Mercedes immediately drops like a light.
Simone: Err, what is Mercedes doing?
Adams: I think I know!
When Luna turns around she sees Mercedes on her back clutching her head while Victoria is holding the chair! Victoria quickly catches on and protests her innocence to Luna who isn't having it! That is until Mercedes gets to her feet and surprises Victoria with a German Suplex as soon as Luna has snatched the chair from her hand and Luna drops down for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Victoria barely kicks out!
Simone: Mercedes was seconds away from winning her first singles title in years!
Adams: And I bet Victoria wouldn't have been happy about Luna's involvement in it, especially one week after she won the Mixed Tag Titles!
Luna scoots the chair out of the ring before either Victoria or Mercedes can use it but the two bombshells are clearly feeling the effects of the match as they are slow to get to their feet while Luna watches on, once they are back on their feet both women trade blows in the form of stiff forearms but when Mercedes goes for a Discuss Clothesline Victoria ducks it, runs to the ropes and hits the veteran with a shotgun dropkick! Neither woman is moving at this point and Luna starts her ten count.
Simone: Both women are down and to Luna's credit, she's applying the ten count as she should!
Adams: We'll see which side she chooses when either Victoria or Mercedes get up!
Victoria is the first to stir and crawls over to Mercedes before draping an arm across her chest.
ONE!
TWO!
And Mercedes gets the shoulder up! Victoria rolls away from Mercedes and uses the ring ropes to pull herself up while Mercedes gets up on her own power, Victoria tries to gain the advantage again but gets rocked with a lariat from Mercedes who calls for her finisher!
Simone: Mercedes just called for the Black Rose Overdrive!
Adams: Many Bombshells have been put away by that move over the years, will Victoria be the latest? Will this be the end of her reign?
Mercedes gets Victoria onto her shoulders but Victoria rakes Mercedes's eyes before slipping out the back, Victoria spins Mercedes around and gets her into a headlock before dropping the Argentinian Bombshell with the Lyons Roar!
Simone: And for the second week in a row, a Lyons is about to win a title match with the Lyons Roar!
Adams: No kidding, Mercedes is out, stick a fork in her, she's done!
Victoria goes for the pin while keeping eye contact with Luna.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPION, VICTORIA LYONS!
Simone: Victoria retains in impressive fashion but we both know who's next for her.
Adams: Yeah, the only women to date with a win over her!
Luna retrieves the Roulette and Mixed Tag Team Titles from the timekeeper and hands Victoria's half of the Mixed Tag Team Titles over, however she holds onto the Roulette Title and raises it above her head.
Simone: If that's not a message to Victoria, nothing is!
Adams: Luna's held the title before, hell she won it and her first match at the same time, can she go two for two?
Luna hands the title over and makes a belt motion around her waist before leaving.
Simone: And unfortunately, that also means that we are out of time! So as the so-called Queen of SCW continues to celebrate her win, join us next week as we arrive in Primm, Nevada!
Adams: Bye everybody!
The camera returns to the ring where the crowd continues to boo as Victoria insists her arm be raised once again as the scene fades out 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!