Mercedes: And don't think for one second that I'm forgetting about Kayla Richards either. Oh no… Kayla might be hungry for redemption too, but unlike Andrea—or anyone else in this match—I don't need redemption because my legacy speaks for itself.

She smirks again and raises an eyebrow at the booing crowd.

Mercedes: Kayla, Andrea, Cassie — and whoever steps into that Chamber with me, just know this: You can bring your redemption arcs and comeback stories—but at Blaze of Glory? It's game over for all of you. I'm not here to play; I'm here to crush every last one of you and take my rightful place as champion.

With those final words, Mercedes drops the mic with a smirk as "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" hits again. The crowd continues to boo loudly as she exits the ring and makes her way up the ramp.

Simone: Mercedes certainly isn't lacking confidence—but with Kayla Richards, Andrea Hernandez, and others stepping into that Chamber, she may be in for a rude awakening.

Adams: Confidence or arrogance? Either way, she sent a message loud and clear—not just to Kayla Richards and Andrea Hernandez but to every woman stepping into that Chamber.

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We cut to the backstage area where we see Logan Hunter and his girlfriend Brooke Shields alongside another young woman, though this one is a brunette and seems to have some kind of relation to Brooke, Brooke herself is wearing a long jacket and the trio are approached by Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Logan, Brooke, first of all, who's she?

Brooke: She's my twin sister Marissa, or Mari for short.

Mari: Hey.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is she a Go Gym Student as well?

Brooke: Nah, she decided against enrolling but she is our guest for tonight's show.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well in any case, Logan tonight you take on Guy With A Cape in a Guy's Funhouse Match and……..

Brooke: Gonna stop you there.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay, why?

Brooke doesn't answer, instead unzipping her jacket to reveal a t-shirt with "I AM NOT FIFTY AND JASON ADAMS IS AN IDIOT" on the front in big bold gold letters, clearly a reference to the joke the commentator Jason Adams made about Brooke secretly being fifty during Logan's match with Miles Kasey the previous week.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Huh.

Brooke: You like it? Had it custom made while I was in Vegas.

Mari: Tried to talk her out of it but nope!

Brooke: And let that bullshit go unopposed? Puh-lease!

Logan then steps forward.

Logan: Tonight we deal with two fools! Jason Addams and Guy With A Cape! And LJ? Be ready for me because I have something in store for you as well.

The trio walk off as the scene fades.

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The cameras were starting to come back to the ringside area. It was time for the next scheduled contents of the night and everyone seemed more than excited for what was about to take place. Hope Castrated by Cage Fight hits the speakers and as soon as the opening scream is heard Logan emerges from the back, Brooke follows him out and has her back to the crowd while she does some sensual poses and her boyfriend glares at the ring.

Justin: The following contest will be contested under Guy Funhouse Rules. The only rules being that Guy can do whatever he needs to do to win. While his opponent will be held to traditional rules. Introducing first from Sydney, Australia and representing the Go Gym, being accompanied by Brooke Shields, LOGAN HUNTER!

As soon as Logan's name is called the two start making their way to the ring, Logan gets a running start before hopping on the apron and holding the middle rope down for Brooke as she enters the ring before he follows her in, they meet in the middle of the ring and while Logan remains standing broke drops to one knee and stretches her arms out with her head bowed.

Adams: All week long we have heard how unhappy Logan is with this match setting and while I am right there with him. It's the chance he's been waiting for to put Guy in his place.

Simone: Personally. I think Logan is acting like a big baby over this entire thing. Guy oversaw one of his matches. A match he didn't lose.

Adams: It's the principle of the whole thing Belinda. Guy had no right doing any of the things he did in that match. This has been a long time coming.

All eyes were on the ring where Logan was awaiting his opponent. When all of the sudden a very-very familiar theme song took over the speaker system. Not familiar music it was for a known wrestler but familiar because it was a natural treasure to some. "I'll Be There For You" by the Rembrandts was playing loudly. It wasn't but the first part of the course before the entire venue of fans was singing along. Not but a few seconds later the painted mystery man known as GUY came stepping out before the crowd. That wide smirk spread over those painted black lips. In his right hand he could be seen clutching a bag of some kind.

Justin:And now introducing his opponent, Ladies and gentlemen. Making his way to the ring at this time. A founding member of the Foot Clan. Firm believer of Nipple Twists and Dick Kicks. Coming all the way from the Sewers of New York. By the way of Angel Grove, California. Weighing in at two donuts shy of two hundred pounds. The Mysterious, The Lovable, the GUY WITH CAPE!

As soon as his name was announced. Guy threw both of his arms into the air in celebration shouting out at the top of his lungs: "Hu

ah!" Of course seeing the man in the flesh only added to the excitement from the fans in attendance. The theme song was just a bonus at this point. By that point Guy had pulled himself up on the ring apron and found himself attempting to get to the ring. Tripping on his cape in the process and doing a faceplant in the ring. Causing the crowd to gasp briefly until they all watched him kip up back to his feet with that grin still on his lips. He stepped into his corner, keeping his hand tightly around that bag in his hand, and smirked over at Logan.

Simone: Ooooh! I'm excited to see what's in that bag Guy has.

Adams: I'm not. Not even in the least bit. This entire concept of a match is unruly and should have never been considered for settling a grudge like this.

Simone: Oh stop you're complaining. The match hasn't even happened yet. You might end up enjoying it!

DING DING DING!

With the bell sounding Logan looked like he was ready to go. However Guy put out his hand real quick causing Jasmine to step between the two before anything could happen. With that bag that Guy had in his hand he opened it up and reached inside it for a brief moment. Finding himself pulling out his official referee shirt. Jasmine and Logan both looked confused as Guy slipped it on over his frame.

Adams: What is this idiot doing?!

Simone: Come on. Have a little respect here Jason.

Adams: Not when it comes to Guy. I have been looking forward to seeing him get what's coming to him all week long.

With the shirt snug against his frame. Guy was smirking ear to ear as he suddenly found himself pointing right at Brooke who was standing in Logan's corner. He then pointed right towards the entrance way implying he was sending her to the back. She instantly protested hopping on the apron. Logan shouting at Guy that he had no authority to do what he was doing. Guy just kept pointing towards the ramp with the crowd cheering him on.

Simone: Looks like Guy is sending Brooke to the back!

Adams: He can't do that! He's not the official of this match. Jasmine is!

Simone: But it is Guy's Funhouse Rules. He can technically do whatever he wants based on what we've heard about this match.

Adams: Christian should have been smarter when he agreed to let this be the stipulation!

Simone: Not so sure if implying that the man who signs your checks should be smarter. Don't think that will end up going well for you.

Jasmine looked at Guy then looked back over at Logan and Brooke. She simply shrugged her shoulders before pointing at Brooke and then pointing right to the back holding up Guy's decision. Brooke was livid stomping on the ring apron while Logan instantly got in Jasmine's face trying to get her to change her mind, but it wasn't working. Brooke hopped down from the apron screaming as she started to stomp back up the ramp. Guy made matters worse as he trolled while waving to her. That taking his eyes off of Logan turned out to be a mistake.

Because out of nowhere Logan just blasted Guy from behind and knocked him down to his knees. Logan was far from done as he started to stomp, kick, and even knee Guy wherever he could land an attack. From the man's rib cage, to his lower back, and even to the back of his neck. Finally there was a stiff kick to the ribs that caused Guy to groan in agony as he rolled all the way over favoring his ribs. The crowd was booing heavily, but it didn't seem to make a difference. Logan ignored their boos as his furiousness continued to shine through.

Reaching down at that point and grabbing the referee shirt Guy had put on only moments ago. He ripped it right off the man's body. Tearing it to shreds in the process. With no regards at all. He was throwing pieces of that ripped shirt out of the ring and into the audience. The crowd was not letting up with their boos. Letting it be clear who they were going to stay sided with. Even if their boos were not getting the response they wanted from Logan.

Adams: Look. I am all for the fans being in support of who they want to support. It's their right to do so. After all, they spend their hard earned cash to be at our events. But they're wrong for this. In this situation Logan isn't the bad guy. It's all Guy's fault that things have come to this.

Simone: All Guy's fault? He was the ref of one match Logan was in. Just one time. Logan won by the way. It's not like Guy cost him anything. Maybe Logan shouldn't have such thin skin!

Adams: Or maybe just maybe Guy should have never been hired as a referee in the first place. Then none of this stuff would even be happening.

Inside the ring Guy was crawling towards the corner as he reached out and grabbed the ropes to help pull himself up. Only for Logan to blast him in the back of the head once again knocking him down to his knees in the corner. Logan grabbed a hold of Guy's head and started to slam it into the turnbuckle pad. Over and over again. Prompting Jasmine to insert herself and start a five count.

As she got to three Logan slammed Guy's head into the pad one final time. Only to hook him around his waist and pull him to his feet. He spun Guy around quickly by his arm to land a Ripcord Knee Strike right under the chin of Guy sending the man in a cape crumbling to the mat. Logan was satisfied with the damage he had done so far as he dropped down to make the cover.

ONE!

KICK OUT RIGHT AWAY FROM GUY!

Simone: It's going to take a lot more than that Logan!

Adams: No need to worry there Belinda. Logan is firmly in the driver's seat.

Simone: For now anyway...

Logan looked more annoyed than anything that Guy was able to kick out. He just grabbed a handful of Guy's hair starting to yank him up by it. He landed a stiff elbow right to Guy's jaw the moment he had him up to his feet. That elbow had Guy stumbling backwards and onto his back again. Logan turned towards the bag that Guy had brought down to the ring with him and walked right up to it. Snatching it off the ground and reaching inside of it.

Adams: Who knows what that idiot stuffed inside there. I'd be afraid to even inspect it.

Simone: I would just like to point out here. If there is a weapon inside that. Logan can not use it. It's against the rules for him.

Adams: We get it Belinda. We get it. Guy made sure to screw Logan over tonight! God, it's still so frustrating.

Logan's hand reached inside of the bag and pulled out what looked like a cream pie in his hand. His facial expressions showed nothing but confusion. As he turned around with the pie in his hand. Guy was right there to slam his hands up under Logan's and force the pie to come slamming right into Logan's face making a massive mess. Guy stepped back to admire his work while grinning from ear to ear. Logan was doing his best to get the cream filling and pie crust off his face with his hands. He could be seen fuming over it.

Simone: Looks like someone doesn't like the flavor.

Adams: It has nothing to do with the flavor. Let me smash a pie in your face and see how you react.

Simone: I'll pass on that Jason. No thank you.

Logan finally got the pie out of his face and he couldn't help but explode towards Guy in anger. However Guy was quick to cut him off with a knee right to the gut. It doubled Logan over for the second. Long enough for Guy to come behind him and set Logan up for what appeared to be the Pump Handle Slam, but as he lifted Logan up. Logan was able to avoid it by pushing off Guy's shoulders and landing right behind him. Guy turned around and was met with a huge forearm smash that rocked him.

It sent Guy stumbling across the ring but he caught himself with the ropes. Logan rushed right in for a clothesline, but at the last second Guy ducked under it and sent Logan over the top of him and out of the ring. Luckily for Logan though, he was able to swing himself down and land with both feet on the apron. Guy went to make a move, but Logan blocked it with a forearm to the jaw to send him back towards the middle of the ring.

Logan then used the ropes to springboard into the ring. Guy diving under his legs to make Logan miss. Again being able to land himself on both feet, but this time he wasn't as quick. Guy landed a dropkick that sent Logan flying forward and through the middle rope. Crashing right into the guardrail at ringside. The crowd really started to get back into the match now that Guy had some momentum. Guy could be seen reaching down into his tights for a brief second. Only to pull out two small water gun pistols. That trademark grin started to take over Guy's expression.

Adams: This is what I'm talking about. This is why Christian should have looked into this a little more. He's about to start cheating with the use of weapons!

Simone: It's not really cheating. If it's allowed for him.

Adams: But it isn't allowed for Logan! That's cheating. I don't care what you or anyone else says on the matter. It's unfair.

Outside of the ring Logan was leaning against that guardrail where he had just collided with it. Guy rolled out of the ring as he waited patiently for Logan to turn around. As soon as he did, Logan was stopped right in his tracks when Guy squeezed both of the triggers to those pistols. A stream of water shooting from both guns in a spraying pattern catching Logan all in the face. Logan tossed his hands in front of his face to try and protect himself but it was really no use.

In a matter of seconds both of those water pistols were out of ammo so to speak. Logan dropped his hands and looked at himself realizing he was just completely drenched in water. His face turned bright red with anger as he attempted to charge Guy. However the moment he did he was met with one of those plastic water guns right to the forehead. Guy just fling it forward in desperation. He stunned Logan for a second. Long enough for Guy to throw the second one and hit him in the forehead again.

Logan fell back against the guardrail. Guy saw the perfect opportunity as he charged at his opponent and used the ring steps as an extra boost to leap off of them landing a Kesagiri Chop right to the top of Logan's head and sending him tumbling over the guardrail. Based on the response from the crowd it was clear they were loving the up close and personal interaction that was spilling right into their laps.

Simone: Our fans are about to get what they paid for! Action is spilling out around them!

On the other side of that guardrail Logan was trying to push himself up. Guy reached over it and grabbed both of his arms before holding them back. Guy looking right at a young fan in the front row and encouraged the fan to give Logan a chop. That fan taking their tiny hand and lining it up to slap it against the chest of Logan. Right away Logan stomped his feet and shouted as Guy kept a hold of him. Turning Logan towards another fan right there in the front row. Starting to encourage them to do the exact same thing. That fan stood right up out of their chair and proceeded to chop Logan right across his chest getting the same response. Causing him to shout again as Guy let go of him and he slumped to his knees.

Adams: Guy is literally encouraging our fans to engage in assault!

Logan sat on his knees holding his chest that was a little on the red side from those chops. Guy once again reached over the guardrail and grabbed a handful of that long hair of his opponent. As soon as he did though Logan landed a back elbow right into Guy's jaw and forced him to let go as he stumbled backwards. Logan was quick to then hop up on the guardrail. Spinning himself around and then leaping backwards connecting with a standing Moonsault on Guy taking him to the ground.

Adams: Now that's some real athleticism right there!

Simone: No one has ever denied that Logan has some great potential as a wrestler. That was impressive, but it still doesn't change the fact he has a horrible attitude.

Logan wasted no time at all getting right back to his feet. He reached down and grabbed Guy by his head lifting him right back up to his feet. It wasn't for very long. Just long enough to turn Guy and then throw him into the ring under the bottom rope. Guy rolled to the center of the ring with Logan pulling himself back up on the apron. He taunted for his opponent to get back to his feet. Guy slowly rolled over to do so.

With him getting his feet under him. He stood up and turned around just as Logan used the ropes to springboard into the ring a second time but this time clobbering Guy with a Flying Elbow to the jaw. Guy's eyes rolled back as he hit the mat. Logan makes the cover right away forcing Jasmine to drop down quickly to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

STRONG KICK OUT FROM GUY!

Simone: As much as we are impressed by Logan's athleticism. We should be equally impressed by Guy's ability to keep fighting.

Adams: It's not impressive. Not even in the least bit. Guy should just stay down. All he's doing is pissing Logan off and endangering himself in the process.

Simone: Hate to break it to you Jason. I don't think we'll ever see a situation where Guy just stays down.

Adams: Well, we may never see him wrestle again if Logan has his way with things!

Logan was giving a death glare in Guy's direction as he stood himself up. Reaching down to grab a hold of Guy again yanking him to his feet. Landing a stiff shot to the face. Another stiff shot to the gut. Then whipping Guy across the ring sending him into the ropes. Guy came right off the ropes and right into a Superkick. Guy crumbled to the mat once again but saved himself from possibly being covered when he hit the mat and then rolled out of the ring to the floor.

Adams: Look at this coward running for the hills.

Simone: One day. I want to really get to the source of your deeply rooted hatred for Guy. It's very unhealthy.

By the time that Logan was able to get out of the ring. Guy was seen starting to crawl climbing under the ring. He was almost completely gone until Logan grabbed his feet and dragged him back out. Only for Guy to reveal he had a fire extinguisher in his hands. He pulled the pin and immediately begun to blast Logan in his face. Blinding Logan for the time being as he dropped to his knees struggling to see. With having the upper hand Guy tossed that extinguisher and then turned back to looking under the ring.

Logan was scooping the leftover remains out of his eyes from the fire extinguisher. Before reaching out and using the ring apron to help stand himself up. About then Guy came back out from under the reach keeping something hidden behind him for a split second. With that smirk plastered across his lips he tapped Logan on the shoulder forcing the man to turn around.

Guy: Hey stop being a dickhead!

Before Logan could even realize what was happening. Guy swung his hand forward and cracked the man right over the top of the head with a rainbow colored Dildo. The force dropped Logan back to his knees. Only for Guy to take the object in hand and crack Logan with it a second time right across the jaw putting the man all the way back down on the ground. Guy quickly flinging it behind him like it was no big deal with the crowd seemingly having a field day with what they just witnessed.

Simone: Wait a minute! Did he just hit him with a...

Adams: Yes! Yes he did!

Simone: Oh my goodness! I can say that I have seen it all now.

Adams: We didn't need to see that. No one needed to see that at all. I hope that comes with a fine and a suspension!

Cameras just happened to be catching Guy at that point at ringside grabbing a hold of the down and dazed Logan. He lifted him back into a sitting position and propped him up against the ring. Guy then turned and started sprinting up the ramp. Taking off into the backstage area for a second leaving everyone confused. A few seconds later Guy came back pushing a shopping cart and holding his signature cape over his shoulder. Guy took the shopping cart and lined it up perfectly at the top of the ramp where it was now facing the dazed Logan at the end of the ramp.

Reaching up and taking the cape off of his shoulder. Before swinging it around him and making sure to tie it onto him. The second it was secured, Guy took a single leap into the shopping cart and forced it to roll forward while pointing down at where Logan was sitting. That cart picked up some speed quickly and hurled the man down the ramp with quickness. At the very last second Logan managed to dodge out of the way of the shopping cart. Causing it to smack the ring with force and sending Guy flying out of the cart. Up and over the ring ropes where he crashed and burned in the middle of the ring.

Adams: Ahahahaha! That's exactly what he gets!

Simone: You're just taking things too far now, Jason. Guy could be seriously hurt here!

Logan had managed to get his feet under him and saw Guy as a sitting duck as he rolled around in the ring favoring his knee. Logan slid right on in and quickly grabbed a hold of Guy by his hair yanking him to his feet. Stuffing Guy's head under his arm and then started to lift him up. All signs pointing towards "DIVINE RIGHT OF K-NOOOO!" As he lifted Guy up, Guy used his momentum to his favor as he swung himself back down and caught Logan with a Small Package inside the middle of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

LOGAN POWERS OUT!

With a strong kick out. Guy got to his feet first as he reached inside his tights to pull out a wad of $100 bills folded up. Before he had a chance to do anything Logan took a swing and caught Guy right on the chin for a second. Dazing him long enough for Logan to turn and run towards the ropes. He hit them with force and came back, but as he did so. Guy clobbered Logan with a spinning backfist, but in this case a spinning wad of hundred to the chin. The cash spilled everywhere but it did its damage spinning Logan around in a daze. Guy wasted no time at all scooping up onto his shoulders in a reverse torture rack position starting to spin around the ring for the UFO.

Simone: Guys it out here taking Logan on a one way ticket to Area 51 with that UFO spin!

Adams: All this is doing is making them both dizzy! I don't think it's a smart move at all!

Guy was in his tenth spin when he suddenly lowered Logan off his shoulders and onto his feet. Both men felt the effects of the spin as they stumbled around the ring. Guy somehow had the worst of it as he fell backwards into the ropes but used it to his advantage to pop back up for a Rebound Lari-No! Logan completely cut Guy off with a stiff Lariat of his own, flipping Guy inside out as he landed harshly on his face. Logan himself fell to the mat as well. Both of them down and out for the time being as Jasmine looked on, not sure if a ten count was acceptable or not in this situation.

All of the sudden the crowd could be heard coming alive with excitement. That was all thanks to two little orange men that came crawling out from under the ring. One of those orange men had two black nylon bags in their hand and took them to one of the nearest corners. The other one had what appeared to be a sword made from a balloon. He was trying to climb his tiny self up on the ring apron to extend it in Guy's direction. Finally just tossing it over to Guy where he was able to get his hand on it. The job was completed as both of those orange men retracted themselves back under the ring.

Adams: We have a full on circus out here!

Simone: And do you not hear the crowd?! They're loving every second of it!

Inside the ring both men were starting to stir and get to their feet. Guy being the first one to completely get his feet under him and turn around. Just as Logan finished pushing himself up. With that balloon Sword in his hand. Guy attempted to stab Logan. Once. Then twice. Then a third time. Of course nothing happened as Logan looked at Guy annoyed and then caught him with a headbutt that dropped Guy to his knees. Logan snatched that balloon Sword right out of Guy's hands and then popped it causing the entire crowd to erupt in massive boos.

Logan takes the remains of the balloon and then starts to cram it into the mouth of Guy. Once he was satisfied he lifted Guy up by his head and neck holding him up in the air. He took just a couple of steps towards the center of the ring. Before dropping down and driving Guy right onto his head in the middle of the ring with a Brainbuster. Guy's neck folded up under itself before Logan forced his body to sprawl out on the mat allowing him to make the cover again.

Simone: That brainbuster looked brutal!

ONE!

Adams: It looked like it snapped Guy's neck like a twig. There's no way this clown is getting up from that!

TWO!

Simone: I would never count Guy out, but that might truly be too much.

TH-NOOOO!

GUY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Adams: Why? Why won't he just stay down?!

Logan was starting to look like he was about to come unglued. Everything he was doing didn't seem to work at all. Slamming his hands to the mat in frustration. He stood up on his feet and just happened to look towards the corner. That's when his focus locked on the two nylon black bags that were placed there moments ago. He instantly marched right over to the corner and grabbed one of them. As soon as he did Jasmine was right there to tell him to put it down. To which he ignored her as he poured the bag out on the mat to reveal thumbtacks had been in the bag.

With them pouring out onto the mat. The crowd let out a gasp. Logan let a sinister smirk cross his lips as he tossed the bag out of the ring. He grabbed the second bag to untie it and then poured it out onto the mat right next to the tacks. Only thing was this bag was filled with hundreds and hundreds of tiny lego pieces. Again gasp coming from the crowd, but this didn't seem to amuse Logan nearly as much as the tacks did. He tossed that bag as well as he turned back around to see Guy using the ropes to start getting himself up. Once Guy let go of the ropes and turned around Logan kicked him in the gut to double him over. Then took a look back at the tacks.

Adams: Do it! Do it Logan! Who cares what the outcome is. Teach him a lesson!

Simone: It's just going to disqualify him. Guy gets his name in the record books for a win. You really think Logan is going to want that?!

Logan shoved Guy's head right between his legs and then lifted him up into the powerbomb position. Turning himself around as he took a few steps towards those tacks with clear intentions. At the last second Guy pushed himself against Logan's shoulders and was able to leap out of his grip landing on his feet behind Logan. This caused Logan to turn around but Guy was already waiting as he reached out and grabbed a hold of both of Logan's nipples giving them a nasty twist. Logan screamed out in agony as Guy then tugged harshly on his nipples to pull him forward and land a knee right into Logan's face.

The knee was so brutal that it knocked him off his feet and sent Logan back fist into the legos. Instantly the man could be seen writhing in pain as he rolled over arching his back feeling every bit of where those legs had landed. However when he rolled over he put himself in an even dangerous spot where the tacks were. Guy, taking no chances sprinted forward and leaped up driving his foot into the back of Logan's head for "THE FOOT CLAN" while slamming Logan's face right into the tacks. Logan went completely limp as Guy dropped down and rolled him into his back to make the cover.

Simone: Oh My God!

Adams: ... Guy is a twisted sick son of ...

Simone: Watch it!

ONE!

Adams: Kick out Logan! Kick out!

Simone: Guy is about to pick up his first win in 2025 and in convincing fashion!

Adams: We can not live in a world where Guy has a win over Logan! I don't care how bad Logan may or may not be. Guy is worse!

TWO!

Simone: You're the only one with that mindset Jason! People love Guy!

Adams: And they're allowed to be wrong.

Simone: A vast majority of them are wrong? Let's get real!

THRE-NOOOOOOO!

LOGAN KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Adams: Oh thank goodness!

Simone: So close! Guy was a half second away from picking up that win!

Adams: Well, you're not going to be seeing it. No one is. This is the start of Logan's heroic comeback!

Guy sat there for a second realizing that it wasn't enough to get the win. However he wasn't one to lose composure. He found himself instantly rolling away from Logan and out of the ring. He dropped down to his knees and started to search under the ring. As he was searching under the ring loud boos could be heard and that was thanks to Brooke Shields sprinting right back down the ramp. She ran right over to the corner where Logan was lying. Tacks sticking out of his face and blood dripping onto the mat. She could be seen handing him something. Logan took it and tucked it under him.

That's when Jasmine turned around and saw her back at ringside. She went right over to Brooke and started to tell her to get back to the back as she had been ejected. Brooke is still trying to be argumentative over it. On the other side of the ring Guy was pulling out a kiddie pool that seemed to be filled with some kind of white liquid. It almost looked like glue. What he didn't realize is now Brooke was starting to sprint around the side of the ring where he was. Still ignoring what Jasmine was telling her. Brooke screamed as she rounded the corner. Guy quickly dodged whatever attack was coming as Brooke tripped over the edge of the kiddie pool and went face first into the white gooey substance.

Guy stood back as Brooke sat up on her knees just covered in it from head to toe. She screamed again in frustration of being embarrassed. This only prompted Guy along with the SCW fans to start laughing and pointing out the woman. Jasmine finds herself hopping out of the ring at that point to take care of the Brooke situation.

Simone: You know for someone that calls herself the chaos sl...

Adams: Don't even say it. Don't say it at all. Belinda. We are professionals. We're not going to lower ourselves to taking stabs at the roster.

Simone: You've been doing it all night with Guy. All I was going to say is Brooke should be used to something like that!

Brooke was climbing out of the pool just leaving a mess everywhere as she did so. Jasmine right there by her side and told her to head back up the ramp. Guy found himself turning back to the ring and sliding back in where he could see Logan getting to his knees. Guy grabbed a hold of Logan, but as soon as he did. Logan spun around and clobbered Guy with the "RIGHT HAND OF GOD" catching the man in a cape on the chin. Guy's eyes rolled back as he hit the mat. Logan with tacks still sticking into his skin on his face.

Stood over him for a second revealing those brass knuckles on his hand. That's what Brooke had handed him. The crowd booing the man with everything they had. Knowing he had just cheated and there was nothing they could do about it because it wasn't seen. Quickly, he pulled them off his fist and tucked them inside his tights before dropping down to make the cover. Jasmin turned around to see the cover in the ring and started to sprint back towards it. Sliding into the ring to make the cover.

Adams: Guy is out! He is out cold!

ONE!

Simone: Not like this! Not like this! It's wrong and you know it Jason!

TWO!

Adams: All fair game! Jasmine didn't see it!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOO!

GUY KICKS OUT! GUY KICKS OUT! GUY KICKS OUT!

Simone: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss! He's still in this thing!

Logan's eyes were about ready to bug out of his skull. As he shot the nastiest look in Jasmine's direction. He could not believe it. No one could believe it. Somehow someway Guy was able to get that shoulder up and save himself from what should have been a for sure loss. Logan sat to his knees and started to scream at Jasmine telling her should have counted faster. He was coming unglued as he rose to his feet. Walking right towards her. Jasmine wasn't one to back down as she started to point towards her referee shirt but it didn't seem to matter to Logan. He kept walking towards her in a fit of rage.

Simone: Logan better learn to control his temper here.

Adams: It's not Jasmine's fault. You're taking it out on the wrong person, Logan!

While Logan was distracted and screaming at Jasmine. One of the little orange men could be seen popping out from under the ring again. This time with a steel trash can in hand. He lifted it up with those tiny arms and rolled it into the ring. Guy was just starting to try and get up when he caught the trash can as it was rolling towards him. Guy giving a dazed and loopy looking thumbs up to the orange man who dropped down and went back under the ring. Guy using the trashcan to his favor to finish getting up to his feet. Jasmine stood there with Logan right in front of her telling him to put his attention back on the action, but he just kept screaming that she needed to do a better job.

That's when Logan turned away from her, but as soon as he did. Guy met him by forcing the trashcan all the way over the top of Logan, trapping his upper body and arms inside of it. Guy could be heard screaming at the crowd "Time to take out the trash" before lifting Logan onto his shoulders inside that trash can. Guy turned himself around and pointed right to the corner where the crowd found themselves cheering with everything they had in them. They couldn't be more behind the man in a cape if they tried. Guy took Logan right towards that corner and dangled the man upside down. Trapping his legs under the top turnbuckle as he hung upside down in the trash can.

Adams: Now what! Now what could he be possibly thinking!

Simone: You know with your distaste for Guy, Jason. I think the last thing you ever want to know is what that man is thinking. Don't think you'd enjoy being inside his head.

Guy found himself turning to the corner that was right across from where he had hung Logan up. Taking no time at all being sure to climb the top rope on the other side of the ring. He steady himself and looked over at where Logan was. All of the sudden Guy made a cross motion with his hands across his chest and then blew a kiss in the air. Only for him to launch himself across the ring head first to land a coast to coast "THE HOLY GUYVER" Slamming his own head into the steel of the trash can causing it to cave in around the head of Logan. Guy rolled around on the mat in pain while holding his head. All while Logan fell out of the upside down position still stuck in that trash can that was over the top of him.

Simone: I'm a major Guy fan! But I don't think he thought that one through at all. That was not the brightest move to do. Put himself at just as much risk.

Adams: Why are you even surprised, Belinda? Nothing that Guy does is smart.

Simone: That's not something I will agree with. This wasn't smart, sure, but he does a lot of other smart things.

Adams: Care to name one for me?

Simone: Don't have the time right now.

Adams: That's what I thought.

Finally, Guy was able to sit up in the ring shaking his head. Still feeling the daze from the headbutt to the trash can. But he crawled over to Logan that was just a few inches away. Rolling him on his back while he was still trapped in the trash can. Guy put his back on Logan's shoulders and hooked one of his legs for the pin. Jasmine dropping herself down right away to make the count.

ONE!

Adams: He's going to win. He's going to win and we're never going to hear the end of it!

TWO!

Simone: You act like Guy winning means that the world is coming to an end.

Adams: It might as well be!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOO!

LOGAN LIFTS HIS LEG UP AND PUTS IT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Simone: Jasmine saw his leg! Jasmine saw his leg! The match continues!

Adams: You see! This is what a damn good referee looks like!

Guy was in complete shock. A true state of confusion and couldn't understand why Jasmine stopped the count. She was quick to point to the foot of Logan, but it still didn't seem to register or make sense to Guy. He was just shaking his head. Implying that she was wrong. In what was a demonstration Guy dropped to the mat and started to count three. Showing Jasmine what she was supposed to do.

Simone: Uh... Guy. She's been our senior official for a good while now. She knows what she is doing!

Adams: And what was that about you saying he was smart earlier?!

Simone: I'm not even going to get into it with you.

Jasmine stood there with his hands on her hips looking rather unimpressed to say the very least. However little did Guy realize that taking all this time away from the match was working against him. On the other side of the ring Logan had rolled away and pulled the trash can off his head. Looking in rough shape as he started to stumble towards Guy with that angry glare in his eyes.

Guy stood right back up and was still telling Jasmine about the three count. Not realizing what was coming. All of the sudden Logan blasted Guy from behind and dropped the man in a cape to the mat. He wasted no time at all grabbing Guy's head and spinning him around to face him. He hooked him by his arms and head. Right away Logan lifts Guy up for "HOPE E-NOOOO!"

At the last second Guy completely spun out of the hold and landed on his feet just a couple inches away. Logan was quick to respond as he tried to take Guy's head off, but as he came in. Guy ducked down and quickly popped Logan onto his shoulders. Just to pop him right back off and bring his knee up into Logan's face for "GUY'S LULLABY"! That knee caught Logan right on the nose as he crumbled forward on his knees and face. Guy dropping down and flipping him over to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

With the bell sounding Guy rolled himself off of Logan and laid there on the mat breathing heavily. The man looked completely exhausted, but it was all worth it. Based on that crowd response along with every single one of them on their feet and cheering him on.

Justin: Here is your winner. GUUUUUUUYYYYY WIIIITH CAAAAPPPEEEEE!

Jasmine had dropped down to check on the both of them. By then Logan had rolled away a little bit and was just looking in horrible shape with the tacks in his face. Blood stains all over him. Guy was crawling over to the ropes where he used them to help pull himself to his feet. Jasmine stood right back up as Guy stumbled towards her. She gripped a hold of his hand and lifted it into the air to another massive response from the crowd.

Adams: This might be the worst thing I have ever seen in all my years sitting at this commentator's booth.

Simone: You know that's not true. I can easily name five other things worse than this match or Guy winning.

Adams: Logan deserves better. I get that he gets in his own way. I get that he has a lot of enemies. I get that he has crossed a line. But he deserves better.

Simone: Matter of opinion. I think Logan got everything he deserves tonight and then some.

Logan could be seen rolling out of the ring and just falling to the floor on the outside. Before the cameras cut back over to Guy. He had rushed the corner and leaped up onto the ropes. Holding his hands in the air to keep the crowd cheering for him. This was a lasting image for only a couple more seconds before the cameras found themselves cutting to the backstage area.

ELIMINATION CHAMBER - #1 CHALLENGER WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Miles Kasey vs "Unbreakable" Eddie Lyons vs Bill Barnhart vs TBD vs TBD vs TBD

We cut to the backstage area where we see Harper Mason watching the matches on a monitor.

Harper: So I'm not booked for two weeks in a row even though I won at Inception.

Josh: I told you that you have to be patient with these things.

Harper glances at Josh before shaking her head.

Harper: I've been patient for most of my SCW Career Josh! It was three months before I got my first title match in SCW, I've been grinding away at SCW's Bombshell Division longer than Cass yet she got a chamber qualifier match last week.

Josh: Which she won.

Harper: After Victoria decided to help out! I don't know, I feel like I've been playing second fiddle to Cass since she joined SCW even though I've been in SCW longer.

Josh: You'll get your chance, don't worry.

Harper: Yeah, maybe, but until then? I may as well watch the matches.

Haper adds before turning her attention back to the monitor as the scene fades.

With the cameras cutting to the back. The first thing they are able to see is a very exhausted looking Guy. He is limping through one of the locker room doors. As soon as he was able to clear the doorway. He flopped down in a chair and reached down below him. To reveal a gallon of Banana flavored Milk from his bag. Untwisting the cap and beginning to chug it. Gulp after gulp took place. Before he felt satisfied pulling the jug away to reveal that milk stained mustache on his upper lip.

Guy: Huzzah! Guy's favorite. Warm banana milk. So refreshing!

He wiped that upper lip of his and then placed the jug back down in his bag. At that moment there was a light knock on the door. Guy bringing his head up to see Scott Oliver poking his head in the room.

Guy: Funny Smelling Scottie!

Scott Oliver: Bad time?

Guy: No... no... come talk to Guy. You have many questions yiiis?!

Scott Oliver: Well a few. If you don't mind.

Guy: Go for it. Ask your King many great wonders of the world.

Following those words. Scott took a couple of steps inside the locker room. Guy patting the top of his thigh for the interviewer to take a seat. Scott just lifted his eyebrow up in an unsure manner. Yet, Guy didn't give him much of a choice. Gripping his arm and making him sit down on his lap.

Scott Oliver: Uh...

Guy: Ask away! Don't keep Guy waiting!

Scott Oliver: Well... uhm... This was your return to the wrestling ring. First time in the year 2025 for SCW. You had one hell of a match with Logan Hunter. Under Guy's Funhouse Rules. First question I have is: How does it feel to get your toes wet as a wrestler again? And how does picking up the win feel?

Guy: Wonderful! Guy feels wonderful!

He stood up in such an excited manner that it just sent Scott to the floor. Guy found himself pacing around the locker room a bit. All while Scott pushed himself up off the floor and back to his feet. Making sure to get the microphone in position to hear what Guy was saying.

Guy: First of all. Guy just wants to say. It was indeed a heck of a match. Guy's Funhouse Rules should be an official sanctioned match here in Sin City Wrestling. It got people to buy tickets. It got people to be engaged. You heard Guy's minions out there tonight. They were loud and they were loving every minute of it. And of course it made SCW as well as King Guy lots and lots of monies!

Scott Oliver: I did hear that Guy's Funhouse did make a significant amount of sales go up when it was announced last week.

Guy: Duh! That's why Guy is saying. Now, it wasn't a hell of a match because of Logan by any means. Everyone knows he's doo-doo ca-ca. Couldn't wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag with a pre-hole cut in it for him. And he wasn't even focused on that at all. Instead his real foes are commentators. Like your big genius plan tonight was to get into with commentators? Commentators?! Grrr. That's really going to make you a tough bad guy.

He was clenching his teeth together and shaking his fists about in a mocking manner.

Guy: You got beef with Miles Kasey Jr and Ally. Guy understands that, but starting random beef with commentators? Instead of focusing on the match. Focusing on Guy. Focusing on being a better wrestler than what you are. That's just silly nonsense. But you can't tell Logan anything. This is a fella that thinks he's effective at what he does. Failing to realize no one is booing you because you're good at being a bad guy. They're booing you because you are terrible at everything and want you to go away forever. Oh well it's not Guy's problem anymore. He owned you, Logan. Go on the Twitter machine and cry about it!

That dark painted smile overcomes his lips again. Seemingly back to being his unbothered goofy self.

Scott Oliver: With the match now out of the way. Is that it for you as a wrestler? Going back to being a referee or?

Guy: That's a very good question. Look at you using your noggin. And to think Guy always hears them say Scotty Doesn't Know. But you do. You do know! But to answer your question. Guy can do both. He's great at both. Great wrestler. Maybe even the best wrestler ever. Did you see all that out there?! You got High Flying Guy. You got Big Move Guy. You got Comedic Relief Guy.

Scott Oliver: Don't we get that all the time though?

Guy: Whatcha talking bout Willis?!

Scott Oliver: It's just... nevermind. Just nevermind.

For a second Scott just shook his head some. Guy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Before quickly continuing on.

Guy: Simply put Guy is such a great wrestler. He breaks the entire Star Measuring System for matches. But he's also really good at being a referee. Guy had to teach Jasmine a thing or two out there tonight. ANd people say she's the senior official? Pfft, not even close. Not if she is still making rookie mistakes and Guy has to put on his coaching hat. Whatever they need Guy to do. He's going to do it. Do it with style. Provide for his minions. But let this be a lesson. Don't go complaining to the Holy Christian about Guy's referee skills. He'll embarrass you if you do!

Guy kept that smirk plastered all across his expression. As far as he was concerned it was a night well done. Even if there was a chance others wouldn't feel the same.

Scott Oliver: Thank you for your time, Guy.

Guy: Wait. Wait!

Scott Oliver: Hm?

Guy: Join Guy in a shot of celebration.

Scott Oliver: Oh? What's the shot of? Cause if its that warm milk you were drinking when I walked in here. That's not my thing. Neither is anything Banana flavored honestly.

Guy: Wow. Banana Milk warm is delicious thank you very much! But no it's somehow even better than Banana Milk!

Scott Oliver: You got some good-good stuff then? Well break it out. I'll engage in a shot for celebration purposes. Just don't tell on me!

For a second Guy dropped out of the camera frame. When he came right back up he had his ring worn sock off dangling in his hand. He turned the sock tight real tight as sweat just poured from the cotton material.

Guy: Where Guy is from. Sweat shots after a match are a great to help replenish the body. On top of being good for celebrations!

Scott Oliver: ... I think I'll pass.

Guy: But...

Before Guy could even finish what he was saying. Scott covered his mouth with both of his hands looking like he was about to get sick. He went rushing out of the locker room door leaving Guy standing alone with the sock in hand.

Guy: How rude!

He folded his arms up and over his chest. Glaring a little in the direction where Scott had run off in. From there though the cameras found themselves leaving the locker room area and heading elsewhere.

Pussy Willow: Ladies and gents, we are just a few weeks removed from Inception and at that event we saw both of the SCW Internet Championships change hands. Joining me right now is the now TWO time SCW Bombshell Champion, Bella Madison!

Bella steps into the shot, her long blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail, cradling the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship in her arms with a sweet smile on her face. She gives a quick hug to Pussy Willow, which catches Ms. Willow off guard for a moment but she quickly recovers and we get to business.

Pussy Willow: Bella, first of all congratulations on your win at Inception over Aleesha and once again becoming the Bombshell Internet Champion. This is now your second reign with this title and your third title overall.

Bella Madison: Thank you. And yes, it feels amazing to once again hold on to this beautiful title. I will say that I am a little sad that Carter didn't retain but I know he is going to bounce back in no time.

Pussy Willow: Well I think one of the most obvious questions I have for you is, do you feel like this reign is going to be different from your first?

Bella Madison: Absolute, Pussy and you wanna know why?

Pussy Willow: Sure.

Bella Madison: Because I know it will be. I want to take the SCW Internet Championship to new heights, as to what those are yet I don't know but I am not about to rest on my laurels now that I have regained the title. Nothing against Aleesha, she is fantastic and her story was fulfilled. Now, it's my turn. I have asked, not demanded like some, for me to defend my championship as soon as possible. Next week if all works right, because I want to be a defending champion. If there are bombshells in the locker room that want to try their luck, they are more than welcome to do so.

Pussy Willow: That's awesome.

Bella Madison: BUT, here's the thing, I'm not about to roll over and play dead. I'm not that same girl because now that I have this back with me once again, I refuse to let some just skip their way in and think that it's going to be an easy win. I don't play that game anymore. I proved that at Inception, I want to have a nice long reign and each lady that steps in my way better be ready for it.

Bella's attention turns directly to the camera, her blue eyes turning stone cold.

Bella Madison: So to whomever decides they are ready? Be ready for the fight of your life.

Pussy Willow: Well Bella we do wish you a long and thriving reign and we can't wait to see who is the first to step up.

Bella steps back and takes a deep breath, shaking her head before she smiles sweetly at Ms. Willow once again..

Bella Madison: Thanks Pussy! Til next week!

Bella spins on her heels and skips away, leaving Ms. Willow standing there.

Pussy Willow: Alright, back to you guys!

We cut to the backstage area where we see Cassie Wolfe standing by the Aussie wrestler qualified for the Elimination Chamber Match last week and clearly has a bit on her mind.

Cassie: Let's just get one thing out of the way. Alright? Am I glad that I'm officially in the Chamber Match? Hell yes!

Cassie states before shaking her head.

Cassie: But I would've preferred winning without outside help but I guess Victoria Lyons couldn't help herself, could she? All because Alexandra passed on a Roulette Title Match with her because she saw the chamber match as a bigger opportunity, and well, look at where that got her!

Cassie lets out a deep breath.

Cassie: But at the same time? I wasn't about to pass up on an opportunity to put myself in the biggest match of my professional wrestling career to date! Sure, the win wasn't clean but sometimes? You gotta grab an opportunity by the horns! Now Seleana and Song were going to have a qualifier match tonight but that got cancelled meaning that it's a total sausage fest when it comes to the chamber qualifiers tonight! But next week? I'll be watching to see who else joins me and Mercedes!

Cassie walks off the scene fades.

Justin Decent: The following match is scheduled for one fall….introducing first…

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston begins to blast all across the speakers and as it does we are able to see Ruby Steele emerging from the curtain. She is clad in a sparkling ruby glow in the dark jacket. She isn't alone as her wife Courtney Pierce emerges through the curtain with her. The jacket shines brightly and she excitedly sprints to the ring slapping the hands of the roaring fans. She does some cartwheels before finishing up with one massive backflip. She giggles before she slowly slides into the ring. She nips up to her feet and blows kisses to the crowd before she bounces about waiting for the match to begin. Meanwhile Courtney stands out of the ring grabbing Ruby's jacket as she waits for her wife to wrestle..

Justin Decent: Standing 5'3 and coming from London England……PRUDENCE PIERCE

The lights down in the arena as a scratching record plays over the arena's speakers, followed by a clapping sound filled with music backing behind it as "EAT SPIT!" by Slush Puppy with Royal & The Serpent begins to play over the speakers. Blue and pink lights flash at the stage as the Zion crowd begins to boo loudly to voice their displeasure.

"Misfit, misfit in trouble.
Queen shit, queen shit, level."

The lyrics repeat as "The Transglobal Spectacle" Aaron Asphyxia steps out into the limelight, placing a hand under her chin with a grin that dismisses literally everyone in that ring. She stops in the center, plants both feet in the ground, and then grabs the end of her hair and twirls on one foot in a singular circle just so everyone gets a glance at her. She keeps her fingers twirling her hair as she makes her way down to the ring, pursing her lips and quite literally judging various fans. At the ring itself, heads to the front camera and lifts herself up to sit on the apron, crossing her legs, singing along with her entrance song. She looks at the crowd and then shakes her head, wrinkling her nose.

She pulls herself upwards and leaps over the top rope to show off her ability to get some height, and then steps into the center of the ring, raising both arms to her sides and showing her pearly whites once more as she grins at the crowd, basking in the boos that she's hearing..

Justin Decent: And her opponent, making her SCW debut, standing 4'10 from Colorado Springs Colorado….AARON ASPHYXIA!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings signalling the start of the match. The fans seem confused on who to go for since both women aren't exactly liked by the fans in attendance. Aaron asphyxia having made an impact in recent weeks with her attitude and Prudence Pierce being, well, Prudence Pierce. The two women move around each other, they step forward and Pierce goes to lock up with asphyxia. But asphyxia ducks under the collar and elbow tie up attempt and as he turns around as Your throws her arm out and slaps her right across the face. Asphyxia laughs and Pierce wiped her lip before slowly looking back at her opponent. Pierce then charges at asphyxia who backs up leaning against the ropes grabbing it causing the referee to get in between them both to stop Pierced from going after

Adams: Well Aaron is definitely showing her attitude

Simone: I like her

Adams: You would

The referee counts and gets to 4 causing Erin to let go of the ropes and come out into the centre of the ring. She and Pierce look each other up and down before locking up. This time Aaron grabs hold of Pierce and pulls her into a side headlock. Pierce hits Aaron a few times in the ribs backing her up into the ropes and shooting her off across the ring, as Erin comes back Pierce ducks down and hooks her arm around Aaron throwing her up and over with a Japanese arm drag. Both women land on the mat and pop back up again and as they do Pierce goes for another arm drag, this time Aaron jumps flips over the top lands behind Pierce and grabs hold of her head, slamming her down with a bulldog. Aaron stays in control of the match mounting Pierce and raining down hard right hands

After a few hard shots Pierced shoves Erin off and rolls to her feet, she gets to the corner and Erin comes flying in jumping up off the middle rope and hitting a step up in curry using the rope as added momentum. Peace takes the shot across the side of her face and drops down before rolling from the ring and standing at ringside, Aaron pops to her feet and throws her arms out to the side making the fan boot her wildly. Pierce shaped her head before sliding back in the ring, Aaron turns and goes for a hard right hand but Pierce docs spins up and around Aaron before hitting a Standing dropkick sending Aaron down. As she does, Pierce runs to the corner popping up onto the second turnbuckle and as Aaron gets up Pierce jumps off hitting a meteor taking her down.

Simone: A meteora! Aaron was in control of this match but Pierce is fighting back. She's doing everything she can here.

Adams: Aaron asphyxia is a veteran of many different companies and was employed at Alex Jones's gym. Wolfslair. And she has had a hand in training one of the brightest young stars who has also performed in SCW Kallie Reznik

Pierce measures asphyxia up and as Aaron gets to one knee she runs forward going for a shining wizard, asphyxia docs causing Pierce to miss the move and as she starts to get to her feet Aaron runs forward, jumps up and hits a Thesz press. As they land as fixture hits harder right hands. Peers shoves asphyxia away and gets to her feet but Aaron runs forward jumping up grabbing piece by the head and pulling her down with a double knee face breaker. Pierce goes down and Aaron covers her

ONE!

TWO!

Pierce kicks out. Aaron gets to her feet and starts to climb the top rope before waiting for peers to get to her feet as she leaps off going for the queen shit, the twisting Corkscrew. Peace though is able to move out of the way, Aaron lands heart and holds her stomach as Prudence hits the ropes and comes back jumping up and hitting a sling blade. She folds Aaron up and Aaron holds the back of her head as Pierce tries to get the fans behind her, she then calls for The Ruby Tuesday. She grabs a hold of Aaron and goes to lift her up but Aaron shoves her away and hits another step up in theory, Prudence drops to her knees and Aaron pops up hits the ropes and jumps up and over with the revolution. Aaron goes for another pin attempt

ONE!

TWO!

Pierce kicks out

Simone: Peace keeps fighting over and over again to stay in this match but she just seems like she is struggling, and with the kind of woman that Aaron is you have to be on top of your game.

Adams: Yeah she really does, but anything can happen and while Aaron is currently in charge of this match there's nothing saying that Pierce can't come back and get the win.

Aaron measures up Prudence and wraps her arms around herself before trying to pull her into the asphyxiate, Pierce though drops down pulls her arms forward and causes Aaron to jump and roll over her body. Aaron gets to her feet and Prudence steps forward hitting a shining wizard stepping up and connecting with her knee to the side of Erin's face. Aaron goes down and Pierce tries to shake off the cobwebs from being attacked. she then grabs hold of Aaron and goes for yet another Ruby Tuesday. Aaron throws her arm to the side hitting Pierce in the side of the head over and over again, Pierce steps back and Aaron gets into position, grabbing peace by the arm and running up the ropes before jumping off spinning in the air grabbing hold of Pierce and hitting her superstylistic DDT. Aaron covers Pierce and hooks the leg

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner.... Aaron Asphyxia!

Simone: And Aaron has fixed your wins her debut.

Adams: Prudence. Pierce tried everything she could but in the end Aaron was just too good. We may have a new star in the bombshells division and you can tender for the top championship

Following the match, Aaron looks over at Pierce with a laugh. She hovers over the top of Prudence and starts running her mouth. As she gets closer, the fans all start to stand up and look towards the entrance way as Kayla Richards comes flying out from the backstage area running towards the ring.

Simone: Kayla Richards?

Adams: She has major issues with Aaron asphyxia.

Simone: These two hate each other

Aaron looks over and tells Kayla to get in the ring and as Kayla slides under the bottom rope and goes for Aaron she moves backward and rolls from the ring to the floor, shaking her head and pointing at her wrist to indicate that they will do this on Aaron's time. Kayla paces back-and-forth in the ring telling her to get back in there.

BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
Victoria Lyons (c) vs Alexandra Calaway

As soon as the match in the ring came to a close. The cameras cut to the backstage area and there was an instant chaotic scene being played out there in the parking lot area. Senior official Jasmine was kneeled down beside someone that was down. With the cameras getting closer, it was revealed that the person down and out was the Internet Champion, Kevin Carter.

Simone: Oh my!

Adams: Good lord. Someone has done a number on our Internet Champion!

Carter laid there on the parking garage floor. He was busted wide open. Blood gushing from that open wound onto the concrete floor. Glass all around him. In a dazed state he was trying to get himself up. Clearly not in the right state of mind. Jasmine put her hand on his chest to keep him down.

Jasmine St. John: No. Stay down Kevin. We've got help on the way.

Stubborn to his core, he pushed her hand away and tried to get up. Using his hands to reach up and grab a hold of a nearby car. Revealing that car was missing the driver's side window. The dots connected that he had been put through it, but he couldn't pull himself up all the way before falling to the ground again. As about that time a couple of EMTs were seen rushing over. Allowing Jasmine to step back so they could do their job.

Adams: You think that woman he was talking to earlier in the night had anything to do with this, Belinda?!

Simone: That's a tiny woman. I don't know that she has it in her to do this kind of damage, but I guess anything is possible. She did say he was going to regret having her thrown out of his locker room earlier in the night.

Adams: Well whomever it was. They definitely made sure they sent a message to the Internet Champion.

Simone: You know I shouldn't be this way. But for all the times Kevin has attacked someone from behind. Looks like karma has finally caught up to him.

Kevin, still as stubborn as he was, was able to get himself to a seated position. Slumped against the side of that vehicle. One of the EMTS was applying pressure with gauze to that open wound. His bloody hate-filled expression said all it needed to. From there the cameras were cutting right back out to the ring for the next bit of action.

Cameras cut to the back with SCW backstage interviewer, Pussy Willow.

Pussy Willow: Hello, SCW! I'm standing here with longtime SCW legend, a former Women's Bombshell Champion… you guys might remember the time she filled in as interim general manager. You know her, you love her… please welcome CANDY!

Candy excitedly jumped into the scene next to her. She was wearing blue jeans and an obnoxiously bright pink top. Her hair was down and wavy, cascading down her shoulders. The smile on her face was unmatched.

Candy: HI MISS WILLOW!

Pussy Willow: We've been over this, you can call me Pussy.

Candy: Uh… no…

Pussy Willow: Anyways… what brings you by tonight?

Candy: Well, I was in the area and I got a call that Mark and Christian wanted to talk to me about something super fun and suuuuuuper important so I said "why not! It'll be fun to see everyone again!

Pussy Willow: What did they want?

Candy: Well, I guess I can let the cat out of the bag. Oh geez that is a horrible phrase. Who put the cat in the bag? Why was the cat in the bag? How long was it in there? Could it breathe????

Pussy Willow: Candy… what's the news?

Candy: Right! SO… As of 5 minutes ago… I just signed a brand new SCW contract!

The fans in the arena went nuts at the announcement!

Pussy Willow: So that means…

Candy: It means that I'm back! And SCW just got an extra dose of sweetness!

Pussy Willow: Like back in the ring?

Candy: YUP!!! It's all signed and done! I'm an SCW Bombshell again! YAY!!!!

She clapped happily before bouncing out of the scene as quickly as she entered.

The cameras find Victoria Lyons backstage with her Bombshell Roulette Championship slung over her shoulder. Behind her, her twin brother Vincent Lyons Jr. lingers in the shadows with his arms crossed a silent but ominous presence.

Victoria Lyons: So tonight is our Champions Showcase, Andrea Hernandez the new Bombshell World clChampion faces me, the most dominant Bombshell Roulette Champion in SCW history. The brand new champion versus the unshakable queen. A nice little headline isn't it?.

She pauses for a moment adjusting her championship.

Victoria Lyons: Now you may be the world champion Andrea but you have to understand what it takes to stand against me I define this championship I don't just hold it, I own it. I made this division mine through my own dominance, my own brutality, and making people break under the pressure, and tonight that isn't going to change.

She pauses again her gaze lingering onto the camera.

Victoria Lyons: You want to prove that you really are the top champion then you better be ready to fight for it, because that's what I'm going to do. When that bell rings, I'm not shaking hands and I'm not bowing to anybody. I'm coming to remind you, I'm coming to remind Alexandra Calaway, and I'm coming to remind every Bombshell in that locker room that I am the most dangerous woman in SCW.

Vincent Lyons Jr: The Queen reigns supreme.

Victoria Lyons: So let's see what sort of champion you are Andrea. Because now you have the ultimate test before you. Are you simply holding a championship? Or are you owning it? Tonight we will find out exactly which type of champion you are.

The scene fades out as it focuses on the twins.

Justin: This match is your Champion VS. Champion match and will be decided by ONE FALL. Please welcome from Charlotte, North Carolina.. She is "The Head Lyoness" and current reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion, Victoria Lyonnnsssss!!!!

The arena lights dim as Hey You by Nova Rockafeller 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. 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.

Adams: Victoria looks poised tonight.

Simone: She looks creepy as always.

Before Simone can comment, Justin steps back into the center of the ring, after Victoria's creepy entrance and raises the microphone to his lips.

Justin: At this time, please welcome our SCW BOMBSHELL WORLD CHAMPION, Andrea Hernandezzzzzzzz!!!

Summertime Sadness hits the venue's soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. Andrea acknowledges the crowd and completely focuses on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, acknowledging the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next.

Simone: Andrea is all about heart and passion.

The referee checks both competitors and signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Victoria and Andrea circle each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, each woman waiting for the other to make the first move. They lunge into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, muscles straining as they jockey for control. Victoria, the stronger of the two, quickly asserts dominance, forcing Andrea back against the ropes before delivering a swift knee to the midsection. Andrea winces as Victoria follows up with a thunderous forearm smash that echoes through the arena.

Adams: She's not playing around tonight!

Victoria whips Andrea into the opposite ropes, looking to take her head off with a clothesline. But Andrea ducks under, rebounds, and comes flying back with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, sending Victoria tumbling across the ring. The crowd pops as Andrea kips up, her energy electric as she motions for her opponent to rise.

Simone: Speed versus power, and right now, Andrea is using that speed advantage perfectly.

Victoria, visibly frustrated, charges forward. Andrea evades her and delivers a precise dropkick to the knee. Victoria stumbles, and Andrea capitalizes, darting across the ring before launching into a Busaiku Knee, flattening Victoria onto the mat.

Adams: She got all of that knee strike! This could be it!

Andrea quickly hooks the leg for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Victoria kicks out!

Rolling to the outside, Victoria clutches her jaw as Andrea stays inside, feeding off the crowd's energy. Seeing an opportunity, Andrea sprints toward the ropes and launches herself into a somersault suicide dive, colliding with Victoria and sending both women sprawling onto the floor.

Simone: That's the risk-taking side of Andrea. She'll do whatever it takes to keep the advantage!

Andrea gets to her feet first, adrenaline surging. She quickly rolls Victoria back inside, then climbs onto the apron, lying in wait. As Victoria stands, Andrea springboards off the ropes, soaring into a crossbody—BUT VICTORIA COUNTERS!

The Lyoness catches Andrea midair and twists into a belly-to-belly suplex, slamming her hard onto the canvas. The momentum shifts instantly as Victoria rolls Andrea onto her stomach and delivers a stiff axe kick to her back.

Adams: There's that mean streak coming out. Victoria doesn't just want to win—she wants to punish Andrea.

Victoria yanks Andrea up and hoists her into a stalling suplex, holding her in the air for several seconds before sending her crashing down. She floats over for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Andrea kicks out!

Adams: Kickout from Andrea!

The crowd rallies behind Andrea, chanting her name as she struggles to sit up. Victoria stays relentless, yanking Andrea into a seated position and driving her knee into Andrea's spine, locking in a vicious abdominal stretch.

Simone: Smart strategy by Victoria. She's slowing Andrea down, neutralizing that speed advantage.

Andrea grimaces, reaching out desperately for the ropes. She fights against the hold, delivering sharp elbows to Victoria's midsection until she finally breaks free. Andrea sprints to the ropes

BUT VICTORIA CUTS HER OFF WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

The impact sends Andrea flipping onto her back. Victoria wastes no time, dragging Andrea up and setting her in position for The Cleansing!

Adams: She's going for that Tiger Thunder Driver! If she hits this, it's over!

Victoria lifts Andrea up, but at the last second, Andrea twists free and counters into a hurricanrana! The crowd erupts as Victoria is sent flying across the ring.

Simone: Andrea refuses to stay down! She's got more fight in her than Victoria expected!

Victoria staggers up, but Andrea is already in motion. She sprints to the corner, springboards off the middle rope, and nails a springboard bulldog!

Andrea quickly rolls out onto the apron, signaling to the crowd. She grips the ropes and slingshots herself up for a springboard seated senton—THE SEDONA SPLASH!

SHE HITS IT!

Adams: She's got her! Andrea could win it right here!

Andrea scrambles for the cover, but Victoria, ever the impressive and knowledgeable wrestler, instinctively rolls to the outside before she can capitalize. The fans groan in disappointment, and Andrea slaps the mat in frustration.

Simone: That was pure ring awareness by Victoria. She knew she was in trouble and bailed out just in time.

Andrea isn't about to let her opponent escape. She climbs out onto the apron, her eyes locked on Victoria. As Victoria slowly gets to her feet, Andrea launches off with a diving crossbody—BUT VICTORIA COUNTERS!

Victoria catches Andrea in midair and drives her back-first into the barricade!

Adams: Oh my god! That was brutal! Andrea might be out!

Andrea writhes in pain on the floor as Victoria regains her composure, shaking the cobwebs loose. She stalks over, yanking Andrea up and rolling her back into the ring. Sliding in after her, Victoria wastes no time, grabbing Andrea's arm and transitioning into a Fujiwara armbar!

Simone: She's got her locked in! Andrea is in serious trouble here!

Andrea screams in agony, her free hand clawing at the mat. The referee checks on her, asking if she wants to submit, but she shakes her head furiously. Slowly, she inches toward the ropes. The fans clap in unison, willing her forward as she stretches out

AND SHE GETS THE ROPES!

The referee forces the break, but Victoria takes full advantage of the count, wrenching the armbar until the last possible second before releasing. She stands, a smug grin of satisfaction as Andrea clutches her arm, pain etched across her face.

Adams: She's softening up that arm. That could affect Andrea's ability to hit her high-impact moves later on.

Victoria pulls Andrea to her feet, looking to finish things off. She hooks Andrea's head, setting up for the Lyoness Roar DDT.

Simone: She's going for the kill! This could be it!

Victoria lifts Andrea

BUT ANDREA COUNTERS!

She spins out, twisting into a float-over DDT! The impact plants Victoria headfirst into the mat, leaving both women sprawled out as the crowd erupts in sheer excitement.

Adams: This match is insane! Both women are giving everything they've got!

Andrea slowly stirs, blinking up at the lights, while Victoria remains motionless. The crowd is electric, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as Andrea and Victoria battle it out in the center of the ring. Both women are exhausted, sweat glistening on their skin under the harsh arena lights. Andrea sees an opening and charges forward, looking to hit something big

CRASH!

Adams: Andrea was really trying to get that hit in there, but just when she thought she did the Referee got in the way.

Simone: PAY ATTENTION REF!!

She collides with the referee, who had stepped into her path at the worst possible moment. The official goes down hard, rolling to the mat, clutching his head. Andrea stumbles, momentarily disoriented. That's all the opening Victoria needs.

With a wicked grin, Victoria capitalizes, grabbing Andrea and slamming her down with a devastating move. Andrea hits the mat with a sickening thud. Victoria wastes no time, dropping into the cover, hooking the leg, nodding along with the invisible count in her head.

But there's no referee.

She slaps the mat herself in frustration, then glares at the downed official before standing up. Her eyes flick toward the timekeeper's table—her championship belt resting there like a golden promise. A wicked idea sparks in her mind.

Victoria rolls out of the ring, pushing past the ring apron and making a beeline for the title. The crowd starts to stir, and suddenly

Alexandra Calaway appears.

Adams: Wait, that's Alexandra. We heard from her earlier tonight, but I didn't think she would go this far.

Simone: She did say she had a plan and for no one to worry about it.

Like a ghost from the shadows, Alexandra springs up from ringside, stepping between Victoria and her prize. The two stare each other down for a moment, tension crackling in the air. Then, it explodes.

A flurry of punches. A wild exchange of forearms. The crowd roars as the two women brawl at ringside. Victoria, caught off guard, swings wildly, but Alexandra ducks. Before Victoria can react—

Simone: These two women are far from done with their feud.

WHAM!

Alexandra blasts Victoria in the skull with the very championship she was trying to retrieve. Victoria's body goes limp, her legs buckling as she collapses against the apron. The audience erupts in shock and delight.

Alexandra wastes no time. She grabs Victoria by the gear, yanking her up and tossing her back into the ring like a discarded rag doll. Inside, Andrea has made it to her feet, shaking off the earlier assault. She sees Victoria sprawled on the canvas and scoops her up with ease.

The crowd knows what's coming.

With a surge of adrenaline, Andrea hoists Victoria high and drives her into the mat with her signature finisher. The impact rattles the ring. Victoria's body lies motionless.

The referee, still groggy, finally stirs. Blinking, dazed, he crawls toward the action just as Andrea drops into the cover. The fans count along

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Your winner by Pinfall, Andrea Hernandez!!!!!!

The arena erupts. Andrea rolls off Victoria, breathless, as her music blasts through the speakers. Alexandra slides into the ring and nods at Andrea who rolls out of the ring, taking her title and walks backwards up the ramp. Alexandra grabs Victoria's title and stands over her looking down at the fallen woman beneath her feet. She looks at the title as she slowly leans down to Victoria. She uses her free hand to pull a knocked out Victoria into her embrace, before she looks into the camera and licks the now bloody forehead of her attacker from last week. She whispers something inaudible to Victoria before dropping her back to the mat and throwing the title down at her side.

Adams: Alexandra was sending a very clear message here.

Simone: She's out of the Chamber, thanks to Victoria's action and so now what? Alexandra's taking something from Victoria, but what?

Adams: I think it's very clear, she's coming for that title.

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Candy continues skipping down the hall, smiling and waving at everyone she passes when suddenly she is slammed into from behind by Necra Octavian Kane! The shove sends Candy stumbling hard against the table against the wall!

Simone: What the hell!?

Adams: It's Necra! Necra is attacking Candy!

Necra grabs her by the hair and back of her jeans and wheels her around and sends her right against the wall! Candy's body hits the wall hard and she slowly sinks down to a single knee, allowing Necra to grab a mirror that is hanging up and she brings it down on top of poor Candy's skull, shattering it into a million pieces!

Adams: Oh NO!

Candy rolls on the floor, holding her head with both hands as security quickly intervenes! They place themselves between Necra and her victim and force her back as the medical staff check on Candy!

Simone: What was THAT all about!?

With the cameras right back at ringside. Based on the crowd's reaction it seemed like they were already for the next scheduled contest of the night. All of the sudden "Lights Out" by P.O.D could be heard starting to fill the arena's speakers. The moment the crowd was able to register that iconic theme to Sin City Wrestling. Their boos began to ring out with everything they had. Almost as if they believed if they booed hard enough it would curve the man from making his appearance. That was not the case as the legend himself, J2H came stepping out before those people.

Simone: Depending on how you look at it. We're being blessed with a rare appearance from J2H.

Adams: I don't think anyone here in Bakersfield considers this a blessing by any means.

Simone: And I am sure J2H doesn't care for them too much either. We know when he's here though. There's a reason for it!

By that point J2H had made his way from the entranceway to the ring. Walking up the steps ignoring the boos that were surrounding him. He placed one leg over the middle rope, ducked down, and then brought his other leg in. He walked right across the ring motioning with his hand for a microphone. Right away Justin was seen getting up from his chair to bring one over. About then the theme music was dying down. J2H took the microphone and approached the ring. Looking out at the crowd with that signature scowl all over his expression.

J2H: I really do not have time to do this with you people tonight. So shut up!

Boos instantly ringing out in his direction. Doing the exact opposite of what he had asked of them.

J2H: I am going to make this short and sweet. In the little vacation time I took away from this place. It seems like every single one of you. From those in the seats to those in the back. You have all forgotten about who is really in charge around here. How things work around here. Who calls the shots. It's me. It's always been me!

J2H pointed right to himself after making that statement. Allowing his expression to narrow some.

J2H: And based on how everyone is acting. It's clear that I need to put you all back in your place. I need to wrap my hand around the throat of SCW and put it in the chokehold it's always been in. Basically what I am telling you is I'm officially back for the time being and I want my World Heavyweight Championship!

J2H's lips curled into that confident smirk of his.

J2H: I could very easily just tell Alex Jones to step aside. Take a number and head to the back of the line. I could very easily just snap my fingers and next week. You'd see me taking the championship back from Finn. Because that's how this works. J2H is above and beyond everyone. Not to mention we always knew this was going to happen didn't we, Finn? We knew we'd always be seeing each other for my championship. You've had a good run at pretending to be champion. But you were always going to have to meet me.

J2H nodded his head.

J2H: Now for the sake of Alex. For the sake of you, Finn. At least for right now. I'm not going to be that selfish. No. Instead I am choosing to entertain the masses. That's why I am letting it be known. I'm going to be one of the men in that Elimination Chamber at Blaze of Glory.

There was a mixed reaction from the crowd. Boos because of who he was. Cheers because it was only adding to the experience of the chamber. Keeping those eyes of his locked forward.

J2H: I'm not going to do what the rest of these people are doing. There will be no qualifying match for J2H. I'm simply walking into the chamber. I'm putting myself in one of those pods. I'm going to watch you all beat each other senseless.And when the time is right. I'll pick you all apart. One by one. Until I'm the last man standing and then. Then is when this dream you've been living in Finn comes to an end.

J2H flipped the microphone out of his hand. Letting it hit the mat with a bang. Those boos back to being loud. As he stepped forward with the intention of getting out of the ring, but before he could. "Midnight/Tornado" by Skid Row could be heard hitting the airwaves. Stopping J2H in his tracks and sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Adams: Business is picking up!

Simone: Now if you want to talk about a blessing. Mr. Ward coming out here right now. That's a true blessing.

Adams: His presence is always something the people love to see!

Stepping through the curtain in a sharp suit. 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward had a pu