The camera shot opens immediately within the famous Royal Arena in Copenhagen, Denmark! The crowd is alive with energy, holding up signs of their favorite SCW superstars and bombshells and clamoring closer to wave to the camera and get their faces on this international webcast!
The SCW's six-sided ring is right at the forefront of the arena floor, and leading up to it, an aisle with a stage leading the entire way, and a barricade lined with bright, golden bulbs, separating the fans from the superstars who would be entering for any matches in the ring. Above the stage is a screen for action to be seen off location.
A spotlight then opens up inside of the ring and there stands ring announcer, Justin Decent! He is dressed in a sleek, black vest with no undershirt, matching latex pants and white boots.
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Royal Arena in Copenhagen, Denmark for the 2025 Viking Era tour and SCW Climax Control!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess with the Mostess, miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer as Amanda hobbles out, dressed much like Mama from the 80's sitcom, "Mama's Family", complete with stuffed dress for added padding and a gray wig and hose rolled down below the knee. The music starts and Amanda starts waving her cane about to begin her performance.
Amanda: I heard somewhere everyone's bisexual
It may sound strange but it made sense to me
I went to red lobster
I picked up a girl
When I went down on her
I thought I'd hurl
As she sat on my face
But I couldn't eat her
From below the waste
Just wasn't my kind
There's this stuff
Ewwwww!
I couldn't eat her
Big scary beaver
I thought maybe it was just the girl I picked
So I decided I should try again
Went to TGI Fridays
Picked up another chick
I took her back to my place
And I got sick
As she sat on my face
But I couldn't eat her
I took a breath and braced
For what I might find
I saw muff
Ewwww!
I couldn't eat her
Big hairy beaver if I tried
I went to a sports bar
Ignored the jocks and the hunks
Picked up a drunk ass bimbo
Then I blew chunks
As she sat on my face
But I couldn't eat her
It had a funny taste
Like fishy behind
I saw blood
Ewwww!
I couldn't eat her
Big bloody beaver if I tried
As she sat on my face
But I couldn't eat her
What a fucking waste
When we 69'd
Cuz there was no peter
So I couldn't eat her
No I couldn't eat her
Big dirty beaver
Ahh...shut your legs dear...thanx!
The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda waves her cane around and then makes her exit backstage, vanishing behind the curtains.
The camera transitions to the ringside area where we join Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the broadcaster's table.
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to this the latest step on our journey along the Road To Into the Void IX! I am Belinda Simone...
Adams: WHY does Amanda keep picking these songs we'll never be able to forget? ... Oh and I just so happen to be Jason Adams!
Simone: A fair question Jason, but tonight we are stacked from top to bottom...
Adams: Kinky!
Simone: .... *sighs* And then we have just one more show this next week in the Netherlands!
Adams: But tonight it's all about Copenhagen and the start of the Semi-Finals of the 2025 Blast From the Past!
Simone: Indeed so and we also have a former multi-time champion in the Bombshell division, making her return in tonight's opening contest as Joanne "the Jersey Devil Diva" Canelli faces off against Alexandra Calaway!
Adams: Then it's the first Semi-Final match of the night when we have the former World Champion Julianna DiMaria taking on Frankie Holliday!
Simone: Jayden Harris returns to the ring since the Elimination Chamber match, and prepares for his showdown against Vincent Lyons Junior by taking on the Troll!
Adams: And SPEAKING of Vincent Lyons Junior - Helluva Bottom Carter warned him after the Elimination Chamber to stay out of his business! And now tonight those two have a showdown of their own before Carter challenges Alex Jones for the World title in Paris!
Simone: In the next Blast From the Past Semi-Final match, two of the greatest Bombshells ever face off when it's Alicia Lukas taking on Mikah!
Adams: And in the last Semi-Final match of the night, J2H takes one more step to hopefully getting a World Championship match as he takes on Travis Levitt!
Simone: And in tonight's Main Event! A match between four of the top Superstars to see who will move on to challenge Kevin Carter for the Internet Championship at Into the Void IX!
Adams: The Clusterf**k Fatal Fourway!
Simone: I am NOT calling it that! Artie has the least experience out of all four men but he is stepping it up against his close friend Miles Kasey! Also in this match is former Tag Team Champion Connor Murphy and rounding things out - Felix "the Cat" Hernandez!
Adams: It's going to be a REAL cluster fu-
Simone: All this and more on Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
Adams: Well, Belinda, we have an interesting opening match for Climax Control 424. We have a new member to our Roster in the person of Joanne Canelli, with the nickname of THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA and I tend to support the new wrestler and see what they can accomplish.
Simone: Oh, Jason, you amuse so much. I have to stick with a tried and true and accomplished wrestler in Alexandra Callaway in this match.
Justin: Welcome everyone for our opening match here at Climax Control 424. First to make her way to the ring, she is five feet six inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds, and she hails from Dallas, Texas, please give a great Copenhagen, Denmark, welcome to ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!
The lights go down and "CRY LITTLE SISTER" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena fills with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. Callaway poses on the top of the ramp. When the beat drops Alexandra starts to make her way down the ramp to the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp Alexandra stops and looks out over the crowd before continuing to the ring. When Alexandra sees some of the signs people have made a cocky smirk crosses her face. Finishing her walk to the ring she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She then slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. Alexandra watches up the ramp while messing with her hair as she waits for the arrival of Joanne Canelli.
Adams: A typical classy and aggressive entrance by Alexandra Callaway.
Simone> Once the bell rings and Joann goes off on Alexandra it will be lights out for Callaway.
Justin: Next to make her way to the ring, she is five feet eleven inches and one hundred thirty-five pounds, she hails from Jersey Shore, New Jersey, please give a great Copenhagen, Denmark, welcome to "THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA" JOANNA CANELLI!!!
The house lights dim down as a spotlight scans around over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the entrance area "RUN THIS TOWN" by Jay Z and Rhianna Posthumus begins to play as an image of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I. over the flag and the words "FULL-BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It then changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from recent articles to the late 1900's but soon changes once again to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arenas from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Fude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind with them talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. Joanne removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring and then she turns to face toward where Alexandra is standing.
Simone: If I were a wrestler I would not want to be on the opposite side of the match from Joanne Canelli.
Adams: If you pay attention and research all the stuff that has taken place over the decades with the Mafia you will find out that not all of them were on the giving side of the deal and often they were on the receiving end of the deal.
Simone: I am looking forward to Alexandra being on the receiving end of the deal with Joanne.
The group of persons who attended Joanna Canelli to the ring exit the ring and hang around at ringside. Referee Holly Wood glares at them and he walks over and informs them that if they get involved in the match and interfere in the match he will quickly disqualify Canelli. He asks if they fully understand how he will officiate this match and they indicated they understand. Satisfied that they will not get involved in the match Referee Holly Wood walks to the center of the ring and he motions for Alexandra and Joanne to join him. He stands between the two wrestlers while giving them a run-down on this match and how he will officiate the match. When he is done with that item he asks them if they understand how he will officiate the match and both tell him they understand. Referee Holly Wood then checks Alexandra Callaway to ensure she does not have any weapons or foreign substances on her. Finding Callaway clean he turns and begins to check Canelli to ensure she does not have any weapons or foreign substances on her. As Referee Holly Wood reaches toward Joanna she refuses to allow him to touch her even though the check is a standard thing in the sport of wrestling. Referee Holly Wood is not going to accept that attitude from any wrestler so he tells Joanna Canelli again to allow him to pat her down to see if she has any weapons or foreign substances on her or he will disqualify her immediately and she will lose the match. Not wanting to lose a match in that manner Canelli allows the Referee to inspect her and finding her clean of foreign substances and weapons he give them the clearance for this match. Referee Holly Wood then tells the two to return to their corners and remain there until they hear the bell being rung by the Timekeeper. At that point in time they are free to come out of their corners and start their match.
DING DING DING!
Adams: Here we go!
Simone: Here starts the end of Joanne Canelli.
Both Callaway and Canelli run across the ring toward the other. Then slam into each other when the two get to the center of the ring. After they slam into each other both are still on their feet but it was apparent that the additional five inches of height and ten pounds of weight that Joanne has over Alexandra was enough to move Callaway back a few steps while Canelli managed to remain in place.
Adams: That first interaction of the match has already shown that Joanne Canelli has the advantage over Alexandra Callaway.
Simone: Do not get ahead of yourself in this match Jason. That was just one item where the two ran toward each other and slammed into each other. That is not the one item anyone should focus on concerning the remainder of this match.
Alexandra smiles at Joanne and this irritates Canelli as she felt she did more damage to Callaway than Alexandra is indicating. When Callaway flashes a huge grin at Canelli it is obvious that Joanne feels that Alexandra is mocking her. Both wrestler take steps toward the other then Joanne runs full-speed at Callaway but Alexandra reaches out and grabs the throat of Canelli and delivers her to the mat with a choke slam. Callaway drops on top of Canelli for a pin attempt but the attempt is broken when Joanne was able to roll to the side. Referee Holly Wood did not have enough time to get into position to begin a count on the attempted pin.
Adams: What just happened Belinda? It appears that Canelli was able to get out of an attempted pin by Callaway so quickly that the Referee did not even have a chance for a one count.
Simone: A one-time slip out of a possible pin is not a recipe for a win in this match.
Both wrestlers get to their feet and they start trading blows again. Canelli maneuvers Callaway into a corner then she starts landing blows on Alexandra who actively fights back against the blows. The two continue to mix it up and the two end up stepping a few feet out of the corner then continue landing blows on each other. Joanne places a head-lock on Alexandra and she takes off across the ring but when she leaps into the air to drop Callaway to the mat it is Alexandra who escapes the grasp and she lands hard onto the mat. Canelli is quick to get back on her feet and the two start trading blows again. After numerous back and forth blows and backhanded chops it is Alexandra who takes the advantage by grabbing Joanne in a headlock then she quickly runs across the ring dropping Canelli face-first into the mat with a nicely executed Bulldog. Alexandra quickly rolls Joanne over and goes for the cover with Referee Holly Wood diving quickly in place to make the pin count.
ONE!
TWO!
TH...
Before Referee Holly Wood can bring his hand down for the third count Joanne Canelli gets out of the pin attempt and rolls to the side while Referee Holly Wood raises two fingers into the air to show everyone it was only a two count.
Simone: Well, Jason, your favorite in this match does not seem to be able to get, and maintain, an advantage over Alexandra.
Adams: We are still very early in this match so anything might happen from here out.
Joanna quickly gets to her feet and she shakes her fist at Alexandra then she points a finger into her face poking Callaway in the fact with her finger. Alexandra slaps the hand of Joanne away from her and then Callaway charges at Canelli but she is hit with several hard punches by Joanne. Alexandra recovers from the blows but before she can take action on Joanne she has her head grabbed by the head and Canelli head butts her several times causing Alexandra to stagger back a few steps. Callaway recovers from the blows enough to land several debilitating blows on Canelli. Being a tough Sicilian Italian Joanna gets aggressive with a punch to the midsection of Alexandra then she grabs the head of Callaway and pulls her forward while landing a knee to the face of Alexandra. Joanne Canelli then grabs Alexandra Callaway and drags her by the head dropping the face of Alexandra to the mat. Canelli quickly turns Callaway on her back and goes for the pin while holding the legs of Callaway. Referee Holly Wood is quick to get into position to make the count on the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
After the two count is delivered Alexandra Callaway gets her shoulder off the mat to stop the count on the pin attempt by Referee Holly Wood.
Adams: Joanne had the win there but where she came up short was that in addition to holding the legs of Alexandra she failed to also figure a way to keep the shoulders of Callaway on the mat so she only got a two count on the attempt.
Simone: I will not be sarcastic or insulting to Joanne on that pin attempt as that type of thing happens to all wrestlers at times.
Joanne gets into the face of Holly Wood and complaining that he made too quick of a count on the pin attempt which caused her to lose the win. Holly Wood tells Joanne to stop with the accusations and to get back into the action of this match. Canelli takes offense as to the attitude of Holly Wood but he informs her that she is not in this match to insult his Referee credentials as she is in this match to wrestle against Alexandra Callaway. Holly Wood further states, for the benefit of both wrestlers that HE is in control of the officiating of this match and not them. Joanne and Alexandra realize they need to obey the Referee or they may end up losing this match on a Disqualification.
Simone: Good move on the part of Referee Holly Wood to warn both wrestlers that they need to obey the rules of the match and obey him with his directions on the match.
Adams: For once we agree with each other.
Referee Holly Wood motions for both wrestlers to get back into the action of their match. Joanne Canelli approaches Alexandra Callaway and we are surprised then Alexandra starts backing away from Joanne. Seeing this as a sign of weakness Canelli continues moving toward Callaway. This continues until Alexandra has backed into a corner. Joanne, feeling she has the match won now she approaches Alexandra.
Adams: Here comes the end of Alexandra Callaway in this match.
Simone: Oh, Jason, the match is not over until the Referee calls the match and tells us who the winner is.
Looking extremely confident, and appearing bold and aggressive, Joanne Canelli moves toward Alexandra Callaway who is still in the corner. As Joanne get closer to Alexandra she makes a charge at Callaway but she gets caught by a hard kick to her midsection. Canelli recovers from the kick and she again charges into the corner at Callaway but this time the delivers some chops and kicks and knees on Alexandra. Callaway shoves Canelli away from her which causes Joanne to be moved back quite a bit. Angry that Alexandra shoved her away hard Joanne charges Alexandra again. This time Callaway deflects Canelli to the side and when Joanne recovers she is thrown to the mat by Alexandra then Callaway stomps hard on her several times to keep her down on the mat. Satisfied that she has Canelli drained she drags Joanne to her feet and then she places Canelli into a Piledriver and drives her hard into the mat. Alexandra then quickly pins Joanne and wraps her arms and legs up tightly so that she cannot flail about and get out of the pin. Referee Holly Wood makes the count on the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Adams: Well. . .Darn!
Simone: I tried to warn you about being over-confident.
Referee Holly Wood tells Alexandra Callaway to get up off of Joanne Canelli and she is to stand next to him.
Justin: Here is the official decision, by Referee Holly Wood, in this match. The winner, by pinfall, is ALEXANDRA CALLAWAY!!!
Referee Holly Wood raises the hand of Alexandra Callaway for the win. After holding her hand up for a time he releases her hand and Alexandra Callaway exits the match and returns into the backstage area. We then see Joanne Canelli slowly getting to her feet and sliding out of the ring to the arena floor. Canelli slowly walks to the backstage area until she is out of camera range.
ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
Aiden Reynolds (c) vs Logan Hunter
The camera fades in as Ms. Rocky Mountains sits across from SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Bella Madison. Bella has the title resting over her lap, calm and confident, dressed in a simple but stylish black jacket and boots.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Bella Madison. Bella, thank you for joining me.
Bella Madison: Always a pleasure, Rocky.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: It's been made official—you'll be defending your title at Into The Void against a very familiar face, Mercedes Vargas. A name that certainly has history with you. How are you feeling?
Bella smiles, giving a small nod as she adjusts the title on her lap.
Bella Madison: You know, I'm actually… excited. Genuinely. Mercedes and I, we go way back. Way back. Before everything changed—before I became a mother, before I really grew into who I am now. We had a war once. Long, drawn-out, messy. And at the end of it? I walked away with the win. But that was years ago. We're not the same women we were back then—and that's what makes this so interesting.
She pauses briefly, tapping the title.
Bella Madison: This isn't about rehashing old drama. This is about two veterans meeting again with fresh eyes and a whole new perspective. I respect her. Always have. And if she's coming for this title, she better come right. Because I sure as hell will be.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Strong words, and it's great to see a champion excited about competition. Now, I'd be remiss if I didn't bring up the noise that's been coming from social media lately—specifically, Cassie Wolfe. She's had… let's just say, a lot to say, about her recent loss to Mercedes.
Bella rolls her eyes and chuckles, sitting back in her chair.
Bella Madison: Oh Cassie…
She shakes her head.
Bella Madison: Look, I get it. It sucks to lose, especially when you think you had it in the bag. And if you wanna be salty about a chair? Fine. Vent once, scream a little, punch a pillow, eat a pint of ice cream—do what you gotta do. But this girl's been screaming into the void for days now, acting like the world owes her a redo just because it didn't go her way.
Bella looks dead at the camera.
Bella Madison: And here's the plot twist, Cassie: No one's listening. You don't get to yell on Twitter and expect the universe to bend in your favor. You want a rematch? Earn it. You want respect? Stop whining and go take it. That's what the rest of us had to do.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Fair enough. So no concern that Cassie might try to insert herself into the match?
Bella Madison: She can try. But this is grown folks' business. Me and Mercedes? We have a legacy. We have unfinished business. I'm not about to let some tantrum-throwing baby in the comments section derail what could be a classic.
Bella leans forward slightly.
Bella Madison: Cassie's problem is she wants everything now. No patience. No grind. Just vibes and victimhood. Well, the Internet Title doesn't belong to the loudest person online—it belongs to the best in the ring. And right now? That's me.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Powerful words. Bella, thank you for your time, and best of luck heading into Into The Void.
Bella Madison: Thanks, Rocky. I'll be ready.
The camera fades out on Bella's confident smirk, the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship gleaming under the lights.
Justin: The following contest is a semi-final in the Bombshells Blast From The Past and is set for one fall!
The opening piano strokes of "Skeletons" by Wednesday 13 harbor the arrival of Frankie Holliday. As the guitar riffs begin to ramp up the song, Frankie parts the curtain. A sinister and knowing grin on her face as she doesn't acknowledge the response in any way, walking down to the ring.
Once she hits the ringside area, she simply rolls under the bottom rope and sits in the corner, still with the grin across her lips. She even chuckles to herself as she readies herself for the match.
Justin: Introducing first, weighing in at 149 pounds, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Frankie Holliday!
"Paranoid" hits the speakers as Julianna DiMaria appears on the stage, greeted by some boos from the fans in attendance. She ignores them and heads down to the ring with a confident, focused look on her face. Once she heads inside the ring, she cracks her knuckles, indicating she's ready to fight and afterward does the "talk to the hand" gesture toward all the fans that are booing her, displaying another touch of arrogance to get the fans against her even more.. She heads to her corner and scoffs at the reaction she's getting as the song fades and she waits for what's coming next.
Justin: And her opponent, weighing in at 125 pounds and hailing from San Diego, California… Julianna DiMaria
DING DING DING!
Frankie and Julianna circle each other, both clearly not trusting the other at all. Frankie coils back as she steps to meet the moving Juliana's feet step for step. Julianna takes another step, looking for the proper angle for a lock-up and grapple attack while Frankie matches her looking for an opening to turn this into a fight. The two move slightly another half step and then go for a lock-up. Julianna gets a deep arm drag and Frankie lands hard. Julianna takes a rear chinlock and leans in to impose her will and force Frankie to have to carry both competitors' weights simultaneously. Frankie looks to get loose but Julianna slips down Frankie's body and executes a deadlift German suplex. She looks to bridge into a pin attempt but Frankie uses her elbows to stop that. Julianna hooks for a front facelock and Frankie gets a northern lights suplex to finally get loose. Frankie mounts her and starts raining punches down.
Adams: Julianna seemed to have this well in hand but now looks like she's lost that advantage.
Simone: Frankie's a bad bitch when she gets going and he definitely found a way to get going here.
Adams: Julianna's usually a bad bitch herself.
Simone: Well now we'll see which one is the baddest bitch tonight.
Frankie keeps raining down shots and then changes to forearms to make the shoots heavier. Julianna tries to get her arms up to effectively clover but Frankie keeps hammering away. Julianna reaches up and rolls into a cradle just to try and play defense some.
ONE!
TWO!
FRANKIE KICKS OUT!
Julianna grabs her and goes for an O'Connor roll. Frankie grabs the ropes and shrugs her off. Julianna gets to her feet and Frankie nils her with a discus lariat that damn near takes Julianna's head off. Julianna goes down hard but rolls away clutching at her head before Frankie can grab fir a cover. Frankie tries to pull her back in and Julianna rolls her through the ropes out onto the apron. Frankmie jumps ion looking for a tornado DDT. Julianna dodges and avoids any contact at all. Frankie belly flops on the math and Julianna gets her for a l magistral cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
FRANKIE KICKS OUT!
Julianna gets up and looks for a victory roll. Frankie pushes her off. Julianna lands on her feet and jumps into an attempt at a sunset flip. Frankie catches her and reverses into an Alabama Slamma. Julianna hits hard. Frankie drops an elbow and then holds for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
JULIANNA KICKS OUT!
Frankie hammers away for forearm smashers. Julianna tries to get her hands up again. She rolls off to the side and Frankie follows her, not allowing Julianna to escape. Frankie picks her up into a belly to back suplex. Julianna hits hard and Frankie covers.
ONE!
TWO!
JULIANNA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
She goes to roll into a cradle again but Frankie thwarts the cradle and starts hammering away again. Julianna gets in a mule kick to get some space for herself and crawls away. Julianna uses the tropes to stand back up. Frankie runs into the corner and smashes Julianna against the turnbuckles. Julianna starts to crumble and Frankie grabs her for another German suplex. Julianna grabs the ropes to stop that and Frankie hits her with a back elbow smash to the back of the head. Julianna falls forward into the turnbuckles. Frankie hits two more times and then goes for the suplex. This time Julianna is unable to maintain her grasp and Frankie gets the bridging German suplex for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
JULIANNA JUST BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
Adams: How did she get out of that one?
Simone: She's got more inside her than people tend to give her credit for. That woman has the kind of intestinal fortitude that generally leads to "Legendary Status" and nobody wants to give her that.
Adams: I mean, when you've said and done some of the things she has, nobody is usually willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.
Simone: No but this isn't the benefit of the doubt, this is almost bordering on straight disrespect at times. That happens a lot in this sport so it's really not a shock at all.
Frankie pulls Julianna up and punches her in the mouth. Julianna goes down and rolls out to the floor. She pulls away from the ring and tries to shake the cobwebs loose as she looks for a breather to help herself stay in the fight. Frankie follows her out to the floor and stalks her like a predator stalking prey in the wild. Julianna slides towards the guardrail and starts to pull herself up to her feet. Frankie grabs her and bounces her violently against the railing. The crowd gasps at the impact as Julianna falls back to her knees. Frankie pulls her up and looks to drill her again. Julianna fires back. Frankie hits again and they start trading shots, Julianna, Frankia, Julianna, Frankie, Julianna, Frankia, Julianna, Frankie, Julianna, Frankia, Julianna, Frankie, Julianna, Frankia, Julianna, Frankie. Both women start bleeding as they fight, Julianna hooking Frankie in a front facelock and then kicking off the railing to make it a tornado DDT on the floor. Frfankie hits hard and is stunned into near unconsciousness. The crowd gaps as they hit, Julianna unable to get up either. The referee calls out to them and warns if they don't come in soon he'll have to start counting them out of the ring and that means they'd both be eliminated from the Blast From The Past. Neither woman moves much at all and the referee apologetically skates his head. He calls out to them again and then starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Julianna rolls over slightly while Frankie starts to move a little as well.
THREE!
FOUR!
Julianna stares up to her feet. Frankie grabs at her food to slow her down.
FIVE!
SIX!
Julianna tries to kick Frankie off but can't seem to get her leg loose. Frankie pulls harder and Julianna kicks wilder.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Frankie uses Julianna's leg to pull up and bounces her head first off the railing. Frankie dioves into the ring.
NINE!
Frankie kicks Julianna away as the referee finishes the count with Frankie the only one inside the ropes.
TEN!
DING DING DING!
The referee calls for the bell as Julianna looks on from the floor in angry astonishment. Frankie grins and revels in the reaction as the crowd calls bullshit on the whole thing.
Justin: The winner of this match via countout and advancing to the Blast From the Past Finals… Frankie Holliday!
Adams: Did that really just happen? Is this really how this ends?
Simone: It sure as hell looks it did and Frankie got herself a win by any means necessary!
Adams: What a travesty of justice! This is just wrong and I agree with the crowd right now! This is bullshit!
Simone: They might think so. You might think so. It might actually be, in fact, bullshit, but there's nothing anyone can do about it. Frankie won according to the rules, fair and square. Nobody has a real gripe here other than nobody wanted to see a count out.
The wrestling arena pulsed with energy, packed wall to wall with roaring fans. Bright lights swept across the crowd, reflecting off glittering signs and painted faces as chants thundered through the air. The scent of popcorn and sweat mingled, carried on waves of excitement as spectators surged to their feet with every entrance. Music blared from massive speakers suspended above, shaking the rafters as pyrotechnics lit up the night. Security and event staff moved through the aisles with practiced precision, trying to maintain order in the chaos of flashing cameras and chanting voices. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, a living, breathing force of its own.
At the center of this frenzy stood a striking six-sided wrestling ring, its unique geometry making it the focal point of every eye in the building. The canvas gleamed under the spotlight, framed by six taut ropes stretched between angular steel posts. Unlike the traditional square ring, this hexagonal structure offered more corners, more angles, and more unpredictability—inviting high-risk maneuvers and sudden reversals. Each side of the ring presented a new opportunity or danger, and the wrestlers inside adapted with speed and creativity. It was a battlefield tailored for spectacle, built to push performers to their physical and psychological limits in front of a wildly expectant audience.
And standing inside of that very ring, it's none other than the Co-Owner of Sin City Wrestling - namely Christian Underwood.
Christian: Alright everybody…!
Christian's words are drowned out, the fans in Copenhagen openly showing that the disdain for him is a worldwide recognition. Christian lowers the microphone in his hand, looking about the Royal Arena with a lazy expression as if he's all too used to this treatment. And truth be told, he is.
Christian: You all understand, of course, the longer you keep me from saying what I'm out here to say, the longer we have to tolerate one another?
There are indeed more boos, but they do not last as long as time. Christian's words cutting through the standing room only crowd as if some form of psychological blackmail.
Christian: Better! Anyway, as I was saying, in just three short weeks! On May 25th, Sin City Wrestling arrives in Paris, France for the conclusion of the 2025 Viking Era Tour! Into the Void IX is what it's all about! And on that historic night, my guest this evening will be defending her championship against an as of yet, unnamed challenger! Ladies and gentlemen! May I present to you the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion! Victoria! Lyons!
"Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller eruption the PA and there's even louder boos and disdain shown as Victoria Lyons makes her way out, alone, having left Vincent in the back. She proudly makes her way to the ring, and with a smirk at Christian, she requests a microphone from ringside.
Christian: Ladies and gentlemen! The Queen! … Well, for three more weeks that is.
Victoria: Three weeks?What are you on about now?
Christian: You DID know we're holding a new Queen For A Day event at Into the Void IX – didn't you?
That smirk is quickly turned upside down.
Victoria: Oh please. There will never be another queen like myself. They even throw a whole parade for me across Canada. Every Victoria day, they celebrate me. Queen Victoria!
The smirk is back, as well as a chorus of boos.
Victoria: We're not here to discuss the Queens crown anyway. This is about the Queens Gambit. You wanted three names right? Three names that the queen deems worthy enough to warrant a potential challenger. Well, the first name is easy. I name Harper Mason.
The crowd reacts positively to Harper's name.
Victoria: Harper deserves this more than anyone else. She's a fighter, and I hate seeing Cassie take her opportunities and continue to hold her back. She has so much untapped potential and she needs to be able to embrace it. As for the two…
She pauses as if thinking it over.
Victoria: Hard to say really. I mean who else is left? Harper should be the sole choice, but here you are forcing my hand. I hope you see what he's doing here Harper. He's making it more difficult on you as well. Anyway Song gave me a good fight earlier this year, so why not? She's always a solid choice. I deem Song as a worthy contender. Now choice three..
She thinks it over again.
Victoria: We should probably add a wildcard. Someone a bit unpredictable. Aaron Asphyxia is a solid choice, would probably make my coach flip though. Him and Aaron go back a long ways. But I actually have another in mind. Lilith Locke. She's just the right kind of crazy, and the perfect wildcard choice.
She nods to Christian.
Victoria: So what is it? These ladies going to battle it out for the opportunity? I very much would like to be in Harper's corner for that match if so…
Suddenly "New Divide" hits the speakers and Harper comes out, her manager Joshua Acquin right next to her, she is glaring daggers right at Victoria, clearly still angry over what happened last week and Harper takes a mic before entering the ring.
Harper: I told you I wouldn't be that far behind this little announcement, didn't I?
Harper says as she stares down Victoria.
Harper: After everything you put me through over the past few weeks and everything that happened with me, you and Cass last week? Nah, I'm not standing for this shit anymore.
Harper goes nose to nose with Victoria.
Harper: You're looking for your next challenger right? You've made that crystal clear over the past few weeks! Well guess what Victoria? You might have broken the record for longest reign with the Roulette Championship but me?
Harper grins confidently.
Harper: I'm out to make some history of my own as the youngest ever Bombshell Roulette Champion! So Christian? I know all too well that it's ultimately your decision but honestly? After all the shit I've put up with thanks to her since this tour began? How could you say no?
Before either Harper or Victoria can speak again. The arena is consumed by darkness. A low, distorted hum seeps through the speakers like a whisper slithering through the air. A deep purple strobe flickers erratically, casting eerie shadows across the stage. The tron screen glitches to life—flashes of crawling spiders, hollow-eyed skulls, and shattered, bleeding hearts. Then, a breathy, haunting voice crackles over the speakers:
"Do you feel it? That little shiver down your spine? … That's me."
Then—BOOM!
The opening riff of "Chaos in the Calm" rips through the speakers, sending a violent shockwave through the arena. A swirling, sickly violet mist floods the entrance ramp. From the haze, a shadow emerges—Lilith Locke. Her figure slowly becomes visible, clad in black and deep purple ring gear adorned with intricate spiderwebs and ominous skulls. She drags her fingers along her wristbands, the broken heart symbols catching the dim, flickering light as she twitches them with eerie anticipation.
Her lips curl into a sinister smirk as she drags a hand through her jet-black hair, streaked with deep violet highlights. Her piercing eyes, lined in smudged, dark makeup, lock onto the ring with a cold, predatory hunger. She moves down the ramp with an almost unnatural smoothness, her black knee-high Converse boots laced up tight, stomping methodically against the steel grating. Every step feels deliberate, like she's savoring the moment before the chaos begins.
At ringside, she stops abruptly. Her fingers curl into the ropes, and with a sudden, jarring movement, she hoists herself onto the apron. She drops into a crouch, her red-painted lips parting slightly as she glares into the ring, then, almost snake-like, she slithers under the bottom rope.
Now inside, she rises in one fluid, eerie motion and paces the ring, dragging her fingers along the ropes like she's feeling the energy coursing through them. She circles, eyes locked onto the others in the ring, her head tilting slightly in that unsettling way—as if she's studying them, deciding how much she wants to make them suffer. She reaches over the ropes and takes a microphone from the ring tech. She brings the mic to her lips, letting the crowd simmer in anticipation for a moment longer. The silence stretches—uneasy, uncomfortable—before she finally speaks, her voice low and laced with venom.
Lilith Locke: You stand here, all bravado and gold... talking about destiny, about who deserves a shot. But none of you know what it means to earn chaos... to bleed for it.
She slowly circles toward Victoria, never breaking eye contact.
Lilith Locke: Victoria... you're dominant, sure. Precise. Brutal. But you're a machine. Cold. Predictable. You calculate destruction. I become it.
A murmur ripples through the crowd.
Lilith Locke: And Harper, sweet Harper..." —she glances toward her with a sick smile— "you think chaos is something you can flirt with. That you can dance around the edge and not get burned. But I am the edge. I am the bite in the night, the whisper when you're alone, the thing in the mirror that smiles back when you scream.
She raises the mic slightly, her tone sharpens.
Lilith Locke: This isn't about wins. This isn't about rankings. This is about the truth no one wants to say out loud—" Her voice drops to a near growl. "The Bombshell Roulette Championship isn't a prize. It's a curse. A beacon for the broken, the damned, the dangerous. And there is no one more dangerous than me.
She steps closer to Victoria now, chest nearly touching, her smirk gone, her voice like frost.
Lilith Locke: You want a real fight? You want to see what happens when your control meets chaos incarnate? Then spin the wheel, sweetheart. Let's see how much blood it takes to prove I was born for this.
She drops the mic with a loud clack, the sound echoing like a coffin lid slamming shut.
Song's theme music fills the arena as Master Lilly steps onto the stage. The crowd erupts in cheers as she confidently makes her way down the ramp, her expression composed yet resolute. She ascends the steel steps, pauses for a moment on the apron, then ducks between the middle and top ropes to enter the ring. With a microphone in hand, she brings it close to her mouth and begins to speak.
Master Lilly: Now, as everyone knows Mr. Underwood, I have been managing wrestlers in SCW off and on for over seven years—maybe longer. But in all that time, I have never come out here and demanded, requested, or begged for anything. The Elders, the Foshan Bombshells, Jon and Eyes, Blasted Monk—when SCW wanted to book my clients, they got booked. No politics, no pleading. But now, times are different.
She paces slightly, letting her words settle before continuing.
Master Lilly: As you all know, Song's contract is up at Summer XXXTreme, and that isn't far down the road. If there was ever a time she deserved a title match, it's now. Whether people feel she 'deserves' it or not is irrelevant. SCW is a business at the end of the day. You want to tour in places like this? You want to draw bigger crowds? It takes money. And right now, the biggest profit would come from putting your only Chinese wrestler—who has just a handful of matches left with this company—in a high-profile match.
Master Lilly glances toward the crowd, gauging their reaction, before pressing on.
Master Lilly: It will bring in more eyes from China, more revenue, more attention. And it doesn't even have to be a singles match if you think she hasn't earned it. Let's not act like less-deserving wrestlers don't get title shots all the time. Why not book one that will actually increase your bottom line?
She lowers the mic slightly, allowing the weight of her words to linger. The crowd murmurs, some nodding in agreement, others watching intently to see how SCW management will respond. Master Lilly stands firm, making her stance crystal clear as the crowd start to chant Song's name.
Christian clears his throat.
Christian: Thank you, Master Lily. And thank you… ladies.
He waves a hand toward Harper, Lilith and finally, Victoria.
Christian: Now, in answer to the question posed by the Champion herself, Queen Victoria…
Victoria smiles smugly, her hand caressing her Roulette title belt.
Christian: … No. The Queen's Gambit was never meant to be a match to determine the Number One Contender to the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Victoria's smile slowly fades and her brow furrows as the other three women inside of the ring look on and listen curiously.
Christian: The Queen's Gambit Match is actually what I have scheduled for Into the Void IX, and I did not ask the champion out here to name three challengers to battle it out for the right to face her for the gold in Paris. I was actually …
He turns and smiles at Victoria.
Christian: I was actually asking the champion to pick three names of women w– who she would be defending the championship against in a Fatal Fourway match!
The crowd cheers!
Adams: WHOA!
Simone: A Fatal Fourway match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!
When the announcement is made, Lilith smirks, her eyes fixed on Victoria. Her head tilts a bit and she gives a smirk.
Harper listens to the announcement of the Fatal Four Way and nods after a few seconds.
Harper: You know what? It could be a Triple Threat like Victoria thought was going to happen, it could be, well, a Fatal Four Way, hell, it could be a match with all the Bombshells in the division!
Harper stares daggers at Victoria.
Harper: No matter what? Your ass is mine Victoria!
Upon hearing that Song will be placed in the Fatal Four-Way Championship match, Master Lilly gives a slight bow, satisfied with the result.
Victoria is angry with the result.
Victoria: See Harper. See how they always screw around? It should be you vs the queen. One on one. They're trying to mess with what YOU deserve.
Christian: Be that as it may, the title match in Paris is official! Oh, and just to spice things up? Your four ladies…? Next week!
He leans in and smiles.
Christian: Bombshell Tag Team match!
The crowd cheers again as the four women look between each other as "Unbelievable" by EMF pumps across the sound system and Christian Underwood takes his leave from the ring!
The cameras found themselves returning to the ringside area, Based on the reaction from the crowd. It's like they just knew there was a match that was set to take place next and a match they were seemingly looking forward to. That's when Denis Leary's "Im An Asshole" plays and the crowd boos as the rotund and hyperactive "know-it-all" of professional wrestling, the Troll, runs onto the stage as fast as he can (which altogether isn't that fast), accompanied by Kat Jones. He has an annoying, excited look on his face as he pumps his arms, greeted by the boos of the fans, while Kat smiles and politely claps her hands for him.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first at this time. Being accompanied to the ring by Kat Jones. From Parts Unknown. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds. THE TROLL!
The Troll points into the ring, taking offense at the "lies" about his grandiose weight being made public. He then "jogs" down to the ring, holding his hands out for high-fives but receives none while Kat casually strolls down to ringside behind him. While Kat remains ringside, the Troll struggles up onto the ring apron and climbs through the ropes, catching his shoe on the middle rope and face plants in the ring, much to the laughter of the crowd. The Troll then gets to his feet and pumps his arms again until he is herded back to his corner.
Simone: It's been a little while since we have seen Troll. Hasn't it, Jason?
Adams: Not nearly long enough Belinda. I would very much be pleased if this company released a statement that read 'We wish Troll the best of luck in all his future endeavors'. Might be one of the happiest days of my life if that happened.
Simone: Oh come on. Is he that bad? Sure he lacks no wrestling knowledge. Sure he happens to be very annoying. But he's kind of funny at times.
Adams: Funny looking all the time.
Simone: Ooh you're definitely going to have that man ranting about you later.
About that time is when the arena's lights dimmed down just a little bit, flashing orange and white strobe lights flashing to the beat of "Bad Man" by Polo G the second it hit the speaker system. As expected the entire arena erupted into loud cheers for the returning young sensation known as "The Brat". Only a few seconds had passed before Jayden could be seen pushing his way through the curtain and right onto the stage. Stopping to look around at those cheering fans.
Justin: And now introducing his opponent. Fighting out of Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds. They call him 'The Brat' JAYDEN HARRIS!
By that point Jayden had already made it to the ringside area. He was cracking his knuckles as he walked up the steel steps to the ring. Making his way to about the center of the apron before turning and looking out at the crowd of people. He slowly raised his arm into the air with that closed fist of his. Getting a massive response from the crowd. From there Jayden turned and swung his left leg over the middle rope. Ducking down to get inside the ring himself. As his music started to die down. Jayden began to back himself into his own corner. Looking over at Troll with this unimpressed look on his face.
Adams: You can see it in Jayden's eyes. He doesn't view Troll to be a threat at all.
Simone: I mean, we both knew that was coming. Trolls aren't exactly the threatening type.
Adams: My point exactly in why this match shouldn't be taking place and why Troll shouldn't even have a job here.
Simone: I don't know if I agree with someone not having a job. I will say that if anything at all. This match is going to be entertaining. Jayden is going to bulldoze Troll.
Adams: I'll be surprised if this match even goes five minutes!
DING DING DING!
The moment the bell rang, the match was officially underway. Something that Troll wasn't paying much attention to as he had his back turned and was telling people in the front row to quit booing him. All of the sudden Troll's eyes went wide. Like he knew he was in trouble. Then with ease he was lifted straight up into the air and dropped down on his neck with a thunderous German Suplex by Jayden! The crowd instantly went from boos for Troll to cheers for the second generation superstar.
Jayden still had his arms secured around the gut of Troll. Finding himself rotating his hips outward and started to get right up. Keeping a tight grip on Troll to pull him up with him. The sheer panic on Troll's face was enough to send a message. He scrambled to reach for the ropes to save himself, but it was no use. Jayden lifted him up a second time with just as much ease. Slamming him down over the top of him for a second German Suplex. Folding Troll's body up over his neck.
Simone: Troll is already in trouble and the match just started!
Adams: That's not the surprising part. We all knew what the outcome was going to be. What's surprising is how easily Jayden is manhandling his large...
Simone: Hey watch it Jason! We don't body shame!
The crowd was showing a little more excitement when they watched Jayden rotate his hips out a second time. Keeping that grip on Troll's gut as he got them both to their feet. As soon as they were up Jayden's hand positioning changed. Gripping around the head and neck area with Trol. Then in an effortless manner. He lifted Troll straight up and tossed him over head with a Half Nelson Suplex. Troll's head bounced off the mat with a huge thud as he remained folded up over himself in the worst angle for his neck as possible.
Right away Jayden rolled himself up to his feet with a little bit of a sinister smirk plastered across his lips. He seemed to be in a 'good' mood which was rare for the man they called the Brat. By the time he turned himself around, Troll was on his hands and knees. He was trying to crawl away. Clearly in pain by those slow movements. Jayden reached down and grabbed a handful of Troll's hair. He yanked with force putting the man onto his knees. Jayden then proceeded to start using his entire arm to strike the face of Troll. Swinging with everything he had. Connecting harder and harder with each strike.
On the fifth strike. Troll could be heard yelling out in pure agony as Jayden let go of his hair. Allowing the man to crumble back down on the mat. Right away Troll covered his face and rolled towards one of the sides of the ring. Jayden lifted his hands up in the middle of the ring to get a huge reaction from the crowd.
Adams: By no means am I a fan of Troll, but this is getting out of hand real quick. Jayden is flat out taking liberties with this man.
Simone: I don't see how you can see it as taking liberties. Troll is a professional wrestler. He knew what he was getting himself into when signing a contract.
Adams: He's barely a wrestler. You and I both know that/ The skill gap here is very clear. Jayden is flat out taking advantage of Troll. There's no way of denying that.
About the time Jayden turned around. He could see that Troll was starting to crawl out of the ring under the bottom rope. Jayden shook his head as he went right back on the chase. He found himself quickly stepping through the ring ropes and stomping right on the hand of Troll to prevent him from going anywhere else. Lying there on the ring apron Troll shouted and favored his hand. Jayden reached forward and grabbed a handful of Troll's hair. Yanking him back up to his feet. Both of them on the apron. A well placed kick to the gut from Jayden had Troll doubling over.
He wasted no time at all stuffing Troll's head under his right arm. Before using his left hand to grip the side of Troll's pants and lifted the massive man straight up into the air with ease. Jayden didn't waste time at all. Dropping himself down and delivering a Brainbuster onto the ring apron. Troll's head smacking off the hardest part of the ring with force. Before his heavy body flopped to the floor of the arena. Jayden sat himself up on the ring apron and just looked down at where Troll was lying on the floor. Keeping that smirk all across his lips.
Simone: Good lord! Troll might be done after that!
Adams: After that?! Belinda, Troll was done the moment the bell rang. This is like watching a former take a pig to the slaughterhouse!
Simone: Was that a weight joke aimed at Troll?
Adams: I mean if the shoe fits. So be it. But that's exactly what it is. Jayden is slaughtering this man!
Simone: Hey, being open minded here. There's still a chance to turn it around right?
Jayden hopped down off the ring apron and found himself reaching down to grab Troll once again. He lifted the man up by the roots of his hair. Turning around and tossing the man right back into the ring from under the bottom rope. Jayden turned to one of the younger fans in the front row and gave him a high five. Before turning back around and hopping up on the ring apron. Watching as Troll tried to crawl against the mat. To further keep the separation between the two of them. It just wasn't working out the way he would have hoped for.
Jayden turned there on the apron and ran towards the corner. With such a quickness Jayden was able to get himself to the top rope there in the corner. Jayden eyeballed Troll as he was trying to get up to his to his feet from his hands and knees. With seemingly no regard for the man's body. Jayden launched himself from the top rope. With an arm pump and stretching his body out. He came down with all his eight for a Frog Splash across the back of Troll. It forced the man to collapse as Jayden bounced right off Troll and got back to his feet. Again raising his hands in the air for a pose.
Adams: I'm not digging the arrogance right about now. Jayden knows this is lopsided and isn't even a true test to his talent. No point in acting like this.
Simone: Well, I'd rather see something like this. Then see someone like Logan Hunter act the same way, but never wins. Delusional at his best with that man.
Adams: ... I'm kind of mad that you're bringing up a valid point. But still, this isn't a time for Jayden to be gloating. Just pin the man and get it over with.
Troll was desperate to try to get to his feet after the onslaught that had taken place in the early goings of this match. He was using the ropes there in the corner to help pull himself up. He had no sooner got his feet under him, turned around, and fell back against the corner. That's when he was met with a massive clothesline right there in the corner thanks to Jayden. Nearly taking him off his feet, but the Brat didn't allow it. Instead he grabbed Troll's arms and wrapped them both around the top rope there in the corner to keep him at a vertical base.
Jayden proceeded to then grab the shirt material that Troll had on and yanked downward with all his might. Tearing the shirt in half and exposing the flesh of Troll. It seemed to be done by design because Jayden wasted no time at all. Connecting with a stiff knife-edge chop right across the chest of Troll. Hitting the man so hard that instantly his hand print was formed across the chest of Troll. An agonizing groan came from Troll, but it was clear that Jayden was far from done. Lining him up for a second chop. Just as stiff as the previous one. The sound was almost as loud as the fans.
Troll on the verge of falling to his knees after that second chop. Finding himself leaning forward. Jayden quickly grabbed the man by his jaw and forced him to stand straight back up. Only to deliver a third nasty sounding chop across the chest. That did it. Troll found himself falling out of the corner, dropping to his knees, and favoring his chest. Jayden kept that smirk spread across his lips. Taking several steps back towards the opposite corner. Taunting for the man to stand up on his feet.
Simone: It's looking like Jayden is setting up to end this thing.
Adams: Thank god. This isn't even a match at this point. It's just a massacre.
Simone: Wait a minute! Jayden, look out!
The panic on commentary had everything to do with what was taking place at ringside. Vincent Lyons could be seen leaping up on the ring apron. Instantly catching the attention of the second generation superstar. Jayden's expression changed as he glared in the direction of Vincent. The trash talk amongst the men started to fly. Leading to Jayden storming in Vincent's direction.
Adams: This is exactly what Vincent wants! He gets Jayden to strike him. There won't be a match at Into The Void!
Simone: Jayden has to know that. There's no way he's going to allow himself to get baited here!
Adams: You'd think that, but at the same time Jayden has no control of his emotions. We've experienced that far too many times.
Vincent was continuing to bait Jayden. Sticking his chin out in his direction and demanding that Jayden take a swing. It prompted Jayden to bring his fist up in irritation, but before anything could take place. Troll came right up behind Jayden. He grabbed a handful of his fights and rolled him up from behind for the cover. Drew finds himself quickly getting in position to make the count. With Drew out of the sight of Troll's hand positioning. He tugged on those tights a little harder of Jayden's for the extra leverage. Trying to steal the victory!
Simone: Troll is trying to steal the win!
ONE!
Adams: This is what Jayden gets for allowing himself to become distracted!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOO!
JAYDEN FORCES HIS WAY OUT OF THE COVER!
Simone: Yes! Yes! I could not have lived with hearing Troll brag about this victory!
Jayden managed to get those shoulders up just in time. Troll rolling backwards the best he could to try and get on his feet quickly. It was his only chance at survival. However as soon as he was able to get up to his feet. Jayden was already up on his own feet. Charging Troll and connecting with "EYE ROLL" square to the jaw of the man. Troll's eyes rolled back as he stumbled backwards and as he did so he slammed right into Vincent knocking him off the apron.
Troll still out on his feet stumbled forward. Right into the clutches of Jayden. He quickly wrapped his arms around the throat of Troll and dropped back onto his back. Tightly applying that "INTO THE LIGHT" submission hold. Right away Troll could be seen flailing his arms around in a panicked state. Trying to find a way out of the submission hold. Unfortunately for him there was nowhere to go. Jayden using his legs to now wrap around Troll to keep him secured.
Adams: Just tap Troll! Just tap out!
Simone: He's got nowhere to go. There's no way he gets out of this.
Adams: Survival is the best thing for him right now.
A small hint of blue was starting to form in the face of Troll due to the lack of oxygen. In a last ditch effort to get free. Troll dug his fingernails into the arm of Jayden trying to pull the arms away from his throat, but it was too tight. That's when Troll could be seen slapping his hand against Jayden's arns. Officially tapping out as Drew started calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner... JAAAAYYYDEEEENNNN HAAAAARRRRIIISSSSS!
As soon as Jayden heard the bell ring. He unhooked his arms from Troll's throat and shoved him off him. Troll rolled to his stomach and started to gasp for that air to reach his lungs again. Meanwhile, Jayden stood straight up and found himself glaring at Vincent who had now made it back to his feet after that collision with Troll. The tension between the two was as stiff as it could get.
Simone: I know we still have a few more weeks. Before this match takes place, but I don't know if they are going to make it to Into The Void before this all boils over.
Adams: I personally think we should just have the match next week. They clearly want to tear each other apart. It is going to boil over and we're not going to get the match. So just do it next week!
Simone: You and I both know that's not how this works. It would prevent it possibly being canceled, but a match like this deserves a spot on that Into The Void card. It's just a matter of how bad do they want it to keep their hands off each other.
Vincent was turning red in the face. The fact that his plan had backfired in his face and that Jayden was still able to come out the other side the winner. Clearly wasn't something that was settling well with him. Jayden took things one step further by trying to get under the man's skin when he held up his middle finger and aimed it right in Vincent's direction. There was a massive pop from the crowd with Jayden turning his back to the fuming Vincent. That's when Drew grabbed a hold of Jayden's hand and raised it high into the air. An even bigger response coming from the crowd. This image was seen for a few more seconds before the cameras cut back to the backstage area for some more action.
The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Necra standing with Pussy Willow. Necra seems almost calm, as if lost in thought waiting for the interview to begin.
Pussy: Hello there folks, I'm standing here with "The Goddess of the Dead" Necra Octavian Kane. Thank you for joining me Miss Kane.
Necra: I didn't have much of a choice. You kind of cornered me on my way through the hallway.
Pussy: The fans are wondering what you have against Candy? I mean she hasn't done anything to you.
Necra smirks and shakes her head.
Necra: My dear Miss Willow, that is where you are wrong. You don't steal the spotlight from a goddess and think you didn't do anything wrong. No matter where I go I am the center of attention at all times.
Pussy: But there are other Bombshells here that are champions and…
Necra: But that is not the point. When I came back it was meant to be a grand spectacle. It was meant to be remembered by EVERYONE! When Candy came back they all forgot about me and why I even came back!
Pussy: You don't play nice with others do you?
Necra: Not really… I mean unless they are family or very close friends.
Pussy: Somehow that doesn't surprise me. As for the match you challenged Candy to…
Necra: Ah, yes the Camelot Pit Fight. It's a dangerous match in every sense of the word. Only one will come out in the end at least the same way they went in. I plan on doing everything that I can to stop her and take back the spotlight where I belong. Now if you excuse me I have to go and see an old friend.
As Necra starts to walk off, she sees Candy walking toward her.
Candy: HI! I hope I didn't distract you too much while you were doing your interview. But I really wanted to talk to you… if you have time?
Candy noticed that Necra looked annoyed
Candy: I just wanted to know… why are you so mean to me? Did I do something wrong?
Necra looks her up and down and sighs.
Necra: I don't like you. I don't like the way you look, the way you laugh… I hate you. When I came back it was MY moment to shine, but then… Then YOU came in.
Candy thought for a moment, squishing up her face real good. Then, it clicked.
Candy: OH NO! I overshadowed your return with my own! I am so so sooooo sorry!!! I didn't mean to. I would never ever wanna do that. You deserve the spotlight, and I don't need it. If you want, I can step back?
Necra shakes her head as her eyes flash red before shifting back to their normal color.
Necra: You don't get it do you? You have been standing in my way since I've been back. You got picked first for the Bombshell match, and they decided to put me in. But I managed to get just a little further until I was pinned…
Candy: I'm really sorry… I never meant to hurt you. I didn't ask to get added to the Elimination Chamber.
Candy looked kind of sad
Candy: I would NEVER try to steal someone's spotlight. Ever.
Necra: You did. And this isn't over. I still want an answer about my challenge for a match at the next pay per view. What do you say? Willing to risk it all?
Candy's eyes lit up
Candy: Yay! That sounds like soooo much fun! I know we will be instant besties after!
Necra smirks.
Necra: If you live through it.
Necra turns and walks off as the scene fades to black.
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, looking uncharacteristically somber as she goes. She gets a microphone and steps to the middle of the ring to face the camera.
Seleana: Last Climax Control should have been sweet as, ja?
She nods sadly.
Seleana: We were in my home country, my family was there and I opened the show. My children were sitting with my parents. It should have been the greatest night of my career.
Shaking her head sadly, Seleana looks away, trying not to lose control of herself.
Seleana: But it wasn't…
She shakes her head again and appears to really want to slap herself.
Seleana: Det var inte det för att jag skiter i det blå skåpet!
She all but punches the air and looks away.
Seleana: I…
Suddenly "Wolf Within" hits the speakers and Cassie comes out, clearly fuming.
Simone: Oh boy, I don't think Cass is in a good mood.
Adams: She hasn't been in a good mood since she was eliminated from the Blast from the Past Tournament but last week's loss and the incident with Harper have only exacerbated things!
Josh runs down after his charge but Cassie reaches the ring before he can reach her and the Aussie takes a mic from a stagehand.
Cassie: Seriously? That's all you can say after you inserted yourself into my match?!
Cassie fumes as she stares down the taller Bombshell.
Cassie: That was supposed to be my chance to bounce back from my bullshit elimination from the tournament and instead? More bullshit happened! You cost me the match, that whole bullshit with Victoria happened and now I'm not even sure if I'm going to be on the Into the Void card.
Cassie glares at Seleana as the 21 year old stares her down.
Cassie: And since the bosses are too spineless to do anything about this? I'm taking matters into my own hands!
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: I know… like I say, I fucked up. I should not have let Mercedes get to me.
Cassie: Really?! Because from where I stand? You had no business being the ref in the first place!
Josh gets a mic from a stage hand and enters the ring, stepping in between the two women.
Joshua: Cassie, I know you're upset but this isn't the way!
Cassie: Then what is? Waiting for the bosses to stop kissing Mercedes's, Mikah's and Kris's asses and do their jobs?!
Seleana puts her hands up to try and calm the situation.
Seleana: It was not my idea to be a referee and I performed the job shitty as.
Josh shakes his head.
Joshua: We understand that but…………
Cassie: That just makes things worse! Because that means either of the bosses signed off on it!
Joshua: Well, yes, but I'm sure that was the first time that happened!
Seleana shakes her head.
Seleana: No, I have missed once before.
She looks down in shame.
Seleana: That time, I hit referee. Referee was my wife. I knock her out.
Cassie: ……….seriously?!
Joshua: Didn't you once break Christian's nose as well?
Cassie: OH YEAH! I need to rewatch that before Into the Void, and that moment Jessie gave Christian a nose guard!
Joshua: And the time she hit Teddy Warren.
Cassie blinks.
Cassie: ……….is there anyone you HAVEN'T attacked?!
Seleana looks back up, visibly uncomfortable.
Seleana: Ja, but I mean to hit Christian and Teddy. They deserve it then.
Cassie: Oh, so I deserved it then?!
Joshua: Cassie, I'm sure that's not……….
Cassie: What about your kids huh?
Simone: She's not going to go there, is she?
Adams: I get she's upset but this………
Cassie: Are you sure those children are safe with you? Or are we gonna hear they've gotten taken away from your family because you hurt them? You've shown you'll hit anyone... What's keeping Aurora and Elijah safe from you? How have you not been declared the world's most dangerous mother? How are you even a mother when you're clearly unfit?
Joshua: Cassie……..
Cassie: Don't Cassie me Josh! I'm just asking the right questions that no one else seems to want too………
As Cassie looks back at her, Seleana starts to have the tears flowing as she fires another punch that lands dead center on Cassie's face. Appalled at her own actions, Seleana steps back sobbing while Cassie steps back, bleeding all over the place as security rushes between them.
Cassie: You bitch!
Cassie tries to get free but the much bigger guards are holding her tightly and, talented as she is, she's still a petite woman.
Cassie: Let me go!
The two Bombshells are dragged away from each other and Josh follows Cassie up the ramp.
The camera returns to the ring to find Jasmine St. John entering the ring, ready to officiate the upcoming contest.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!
The lights dim, as a lions roar is heard, Vincent Lyons Jr appears on the stage in a black jacket as "Wretched and Divine" by Black Veil Brides starts, Vincent appears on stage, he looks around and makes a slow walk to the ring, looking at the fans cautiously. Once ringside, he rolls climbs into the ring and goes straight to a corner, where he sits and waits quietly
Justin: Currently in the ring! From Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds! "The Primal Prince" Vincent Lyons Junior!
The crowd boos as Vincent simply stares ahead at absolutely nothing, his face unreadable.
Justin: Introducing his opponent...!
5 Seconds of Summer's hit "No Shame" erupts over the sound system and the crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the Number One Contender to the World Heavyweight Championship! Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron and turns to face the crowd when Vincent attacks from behind, running into his with a clobbering forearm blow that sends Carter flying off of the ring apron!
Adams: Oh come on!
Simone: Vincent Lyons is getting an early start!
Jasmine calls for the bell as Vincent steps through the ropes to continue his pre-match attack!
DING DING DING!
Carter hits the ringside floor, his shades go flying and not even having the chance to take off his jacket! Jasmine is trying to regain control that she never had as Vincent drops to the floor, his eyes burning against Carter as the World title contender struggles to get back to his hands and knees!
Adams: I think Carter is about to pay for some of the things he said about Vincent and Victoria earlier this week!
Simone: And I think Vincent is looking to use Carter as a means to an end, sending out a message to Jayden Harris!
Vincent rears back and delivers a kick to Carter's exposed stomach, sending him rolling over. Vincent then grabs his jacket and literally tears it off of him and the loose cannon of the Lyons family dynasty wraps it around Carter's throat, choking him out with his own jacket!
Adams: Come ON Jasmine! Do something!
Indeed the senior referee of SCW ducks out of the ring to intervene directly, trying to get between the two as Vincent continues to choke the life out of Carter, using the jacket as a handle to thrash him from side to side! Carter gasps and chokes, tearing at the garment with his fingers but it is wound too tightly around his neck until Vincent drags him partially upright and uses the jacket to whip Carter around and into the steel ring steps! Vincent starts to step up after him when Jasmine steps right in his path!
Simone: Be careful Jasmine! I'm not sure that lunatic would be able to refrain from even striking an official!
Vincent stands rigid, maniacal, and even clenches a fist but his eyes follow the direction in which Jasmine is pointing and he complies, albeit reluctantly, and climbs back inside of the six-sided ring as Carter struggles to recover, still on the outside.
Adams: At least this gives Carter a breather.
Simone: Perhaps so, but for how long?
Jasmine turns to face Carter on the outside as he uses the ring steps to help steady himself and gain his footing. She starts to count against him...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Carter grabs the ropes and pulls himself back up onto the ring apron - and Vincent goes right on the attack, walking over and grabbing Carter over the ropes and Carter immediately starts fighting back, throwing fists at Vincent and taking him by surprise! The crowd starts rallying behind Carter as both men grab each other over the ropes, engaging in a precarious tug-of-war until Carter takes the lead, dragging Vincent over the ropes and flipping him out over the top and to the floor! The fans are cheering him on as Carter throws down, aiming shots at Vincent's head but Vincent plows forward, bulldozing Carter back against the ringside table!
Simone: Get away from here! Are you CRAZY!?
Adams: Is that supposed to be a trick question!?
Carter is on the table, flat on his back but still trying to fight Vincent off as Vincent grabs him by the hair and drags him off and slams his head onto the table, a resounding BOOM heard in the process!
Adams: I don't think it was intentional but Carter's head just hit the microphone!
Simone: And he's been busted open as a result!
Indeed a small but steady trickle of blood is seen in Carter's hairline and Vincent grabs his opponent and heaves him back inside of the ring, then follows in after him and breaking Jasmine's count at the six mark! Vincent rakes his nails down across Carter's back, and then grabs him and presses his throat over the middle rope and begins to choke him out once again, albeit under a different method! Jasmine counts against him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Vincent breaks and just sneers at the referee as she warns him about his use of illegal tactics. Vincent then drags Carter to his feet and fires him off into the ropes and charges forward, driving him to the mat with a shoulder tackle! Vincent pulls him right back up and hurls him into the far corner with an Irish whip. Vincent gets a running start and goes to deliver a big boot but Carter slides under the ropes and Vincent hangs himself in the process! Carter stands on the apron and grabs Vincent by the leg and drops down, hitting a Dragon Screw Leg Whip that sends Vincent falls back inside of the ring and clutching his leg!
Simone: Carter could have dislocated Vincent's knee with a move like that!
Carter climbs up to the top turnbuckle in the corner as Vincent hops up on one foot, favoring his bad leg and he turns around and Carter leaps off, connecting with a diving front dropkick! The move turns Vincent inside out and Carter dives over the back of his bended knees and Jasmine makes the count!
ONE!
Vincent kicks out fast!
Adams: Damn! Vincent is a beast!
Simone: Oh and would you LOOK at who just showed up!?
The crowd boos as the reigning World Heavyweight Champion - Alex Jones - strolls down to ringside for a close up view, casually munching from a bag of buttered popcorn. Carter starts to follow up when he spots the new arrival and he points out at Alex who feigns innocence. But this distraction is costly as Vincent strikes with a forearm blow to the back, knocking Carter against the ropes. Vincent turns him around and sets him up for a vertical suplex, lifting him up into the air but Carter starts kicking him legs and he shifts his weight, landing on his feet behind Lyons. Carter then jumps up and scissors Vincent's head, rolling back with a Poison-Rana and spiking Vincent's head into the mat! Carter then walks over to his feet and grabs Vincent by the legs, looking out to the cheering crowd!
Simone: I know you love your fans Carter but this is NOT the time to be playing up to them!
And Carter answers their cheers by beginning to spin around and around, lifting Vincent up off of the mat into a helicopter spin! Each turn has the fans counting right along!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Adams: Around and around he goes! Where he stops, only Carter knows!
Carter releases Vincent and Lyons crashes hard! Vincent tries to sit up but the dizzying effects of the move are too much! Carter is feeling the effects himself and falls back against the ropes. he shakes it off and then goes for a Big Splash but Vincent brings his knees up and Carter lands right on them, stomach-first! Vincent staggers back to his feet, steadying himself while dragging Carter back upright. Vincent then lets go and spins around and delivers a discus clothesline from behind, sending Carter sprawling face and chest first to the mat! Vincent peels him up off of the mat as Alex calls out encouragement from the outside, pointing and laughing at his challenger's predicament! Vincent goes for an Irish whip into the far corner but Carter holds on and reverses it, sending Vincent in instead! Carter then gets a running start and goes for a handspring clothesline but Vincent moves and Carter hits the turnbuckles, knocking the wind out of himself! Vincent grabs him around the waist from behind and hits a release snap German suplex!
Simone: What a fight we are seeing! You would think the stakes were higher than they are!
Adams: They are! Vincent is sending a message to Jayden Harris and Carter is teaching Vincent to stay out of his business!
Carter rolls over onto his back and Vincent goes for the cover, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Carter gets a shoulder up!
Simone: Carter is still in this one!
Adams: And Alex Jones is not happy about it!
"COME ON!" Alex shouts from the outside as Vincent glares dangerously at the official! Vincent slowly stands, dragging Carter up along with him, his hand gripping his hair. Vincent then scoops him up for a body slam but Carter slides up onto his shoulders and turns it into a Victory roll from out of nowhere! But rather than go for the pin, Carter rolls over onto his hands and uses his legs to bounce Vincent's head and face into the canvas! Once! twice! Three times!
Adams: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Simone: How HUMILIATING for Vincent Lyons!
Carter rolls off of Vincent who takes this moment to roll outside of the ring. Vincent drops to the floor and his hand blindly reaches beneath the ring as Carter tries to go outside after him but is stopped by Jasmine at every turn. Vincent then stands up, pulling out from underneath the ring a steel chair....
Simone: Put that down! You'll get yourself disqualified!
Adams: I don't think he cares at this point! Carter just embarrassed the hell out of him!
Seeing him up, Carter races off the far side of the ring and dives through the ropes -- AND VINCENT SWINGS THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO HIS SKULL WITH A SICKENING CRASH OF METAL MEETING BONE!!!
Adams: OH MY GOD!!!
Carter is left hanging over the middle rope, out cold and Jasmine calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match as a result of a disqualification! Helluva Bottom Carter!!
The crowd cheers the end result but boo the manner in which it was delivered! Vincent just stares at the "lifeless" form of Carter as he is left hanging there over the ropes and Jasmine is pointing to the back, ordering him away! That is when Alex Jones steps up, a wide smile on his face as he points and laughs at Carter's prone form!
Simone: Oh Alex Jones is just LOVING this!
Indeed so as Alex is right up there next to Vincent, yelling at the unconscious form of his challenger and laughing, flinging popcorn everywhere in the process!
Simone: What a disgusting human being Alex Jones is proving to be!
Alex leans in close, laughing when Vincent's head S-L-O-W-L-Y turns to look directly at the champion! The crowds's boos slowly draw in some cheers amazingly enough as the burning gaze of Vincent Lyons turns to the champion! Alex slowly notices this and returns the stare, wide eyed!
Adams: Uhhh ohhh!
Alex drops the popcorn, holding up his hands as he takes a step back, and then another - with Vincent following his steps and drawing closer!
Simone: Alex Jones! The only man who can cause the fans to cheer for Vincent Lyons!
Alex turns and hurriedly walks away just as the crowd erupts in wild cheers as the venomous stare of Vincent turns back to Carter!
Adams: IT'S MILES!
Simone: Carter's husband has seen enough!!!
Miles Kasey races down to the ringside area, a steel chair in his own hand! Miles races around the ring until he gets right in between Vincent and his husband, Miles wielding his chair like a weapon, daring Vincent to come one step closer! That is when Jasmine and the remaining SCW referees - not to mention a swarm of security personnel - swarm the area to separate the two men!
Simone: All I can say is thank god Miles came out otherwise who knows what further damage that deranged man might have inflicted on Carter!
Adams: All I can say is why couldn't Vincent have gotten in at least one shot on Alex!?
The security does their job and ushers Vincent to the back, allowing a team of paramedics to get to the ringside area in order to help Carter, bringing a gurney along with them...
Simone: I do not know what kind of shape Carter is going to be in, but he still has not regained consciousness!
Adams: Is he even going to be in any shape to be in Amsterdam next week?
Simone: Forget Amsterdam, Jason. I'm not even certain what sort of condition he'll be in for his championship match in Paris!
The camera closes out on Miles standing back, fearful, as the paramedics slowly move Carter from the ropes and gently to his back where they can begin working to secure him to the stretcher...
QUEEN FOR A DAY LADDER MATCH
Kat Jones vs Crystal Zdunich vs Alexandra Calaway vs TBD
The scene backstage in the medic's office where we see Cassie having her freshly broken nose checked out by the medic.
Medic: Okay, nose should heal well before Inro the Void, just take it easy okay?
Cassie: Yeah, yeah.
Cassie lets out a deep breath before looking at Josh who's standing nearby.
Cassie: Go on, say it.
Joshua: I'd rather hear it from you.
Cassie: Ugh! I went too far but what the hell did you expect?!
Cassie grunts as she folds her arms.
Cassie: I'm pissed at Seleana for costing me the match, I'm pissed at Mikah for cheating me out of my tournament spot, I'm pissed at Victoria for using me as a pawn in her…….whatever she's got going on with Harper and I'm pissed at Harper for taking her sweet ass time in saving me from Victoria!
Cassie lets out an aggravated breath.
Cassie: I was bound to lash out eventually and Seleana happened to be right in my sights!
Joshua: By going after her kids like that?!
Cassie: She brought her kids up first, and I wasn't exactly thinking straight when I said that! I'm not even sure if I'm going to have a job after tonight!
Joshua: Leave that to me, I'll talk to the bosses about taking a fine out of your paycheque, but you have a lot of rebuilding to do now Cass.
Cassie: I fucking know!
Cassie sighs.
Cassie: God I really fucked things up!
Joshua: Again, this is fixable, eventually.
Cassie nods before the scene fades.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next Blast from the Past Semi-Final Match! This one features two Hall of Famers and returning wrestlers as Alicia Lukas takes on Mikah!
Adams: Two former World Bombshell Champions and either would be a good challenger for Kayla, this will be good!
Simone: Let's not waste any time and take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is a Blast from the Past Semi-Final Match!
"I still wear this crown" By Kittie hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie.
Justin: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia she is a SCW Hall of Famer "The Strong Style Southern Belle" Alicia Lukas!
Simone: Alicia defeated Candy to earn her spot in this match but she's in for a tough match tonight!
Adams: And Mikah isn't exactly without controversy either!
The arena fades to black before a mash up of Shakin Hands by Nickelback, Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo, and Bad Bitch by Bebe Rexha feat. Ty $sign begins to play. The song plays a for about ten seconds before the lights start to flash and Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.
Justin: From New York, New York, MIKAH!
She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.
Simone: As Jason said, Mikah's opening round match was marred in controversy as she cheated to defeat Cassie Wolfe!
Adams: And Cassie hasn't exactly been happy about it, to put it mildly!
Jacob goes over the rules with both veterans and once they nod to confirm that they understand he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And the second of three Blast from the Past Semi-Final Matches is on!
Adams: And this one has Match of the Year Candidate written all over it!
Once the bell rings the two blonde bombshells go nose to nose in the middle of the ring, both Alicia and Mikah are the same height (5ft 8) and neither woman is backing down from this fight even with Jacob trying to get the two former World Bombshell Champions to back off, finally Alicia throws the first forearm to Mikah's jaw and the New Yorker returns fire with one of her own resulting in a big brawl between the veteran Bombshells.
Simone: There was only one way that standoff was going to end and Alicia and Mikah didn't disappoint.
Adams: Well, that or some cheap tactics from either woman.
Jacob tries to regain control of the match but it's clear that neither Alicia or Mikah are listening to the ref right now as the two veterans keep trading stiff shots and the fans in Copenhagen are eating it up! After a few seconds Alicia takes control and backs Mikah up to the ring ropes where she lays in a couple of more shots before whipping Mikah across the ring only for Mikah to reverse it, on the rebound Mikah goes for a clothesline but Alicia ducks it and nails her with a Snap German Suplex! Alicia bridges for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Mikah kicks out.
Simone: You wouldn't think it had been years since Mikah last stepped into a ring before she returned for the tournament based on her performance so far.
Adams: She's been living with Kris Ryans so maybe he trained her for the return, Alicia meanwhile has been back for just under a year!
Alicia doesn't bother to argue with Jacob because she knows it's too early in the match to get a decisive decision over someone like Mikah but before the Atlanta native can press the advantage Mikah rolls out of he ring for a breather and it looks like Jacob has finally regained control of the matchup! That doesn't last long though as Alicia hits the ropes and then hits Mikah with a suicide dive!
Simone: It's not often that we see a Bombshell with Alicia's height and weight take to the skies but that's just how much she wants to beat Mikah!
Adams: Usually we see such moves from smaller bombshells like Cassie Wolfe, Harper Mason or Bella Madison but Alicia can still fly!
Alicia and Mikah are down for a moment and when Alicia gets back to her feet Jacob's count reaches nine so she rolls in and out and of the ring to break the count, however on her return trip to the outside Mikah catches Alicia with an eye rake before ramming her back first into the ring apron and the barricade twice! Mikah then rolls Alicia back into the ring and takes her time getting back in the ring as she eggs on the jeering crowd.
Simone: Well, it was only a matter of time fore Mikah resorted to that.
Adams: Those kind of tactics re the only reason this match is between her and Alicia and not Cassie and Alicia!
When Mikah finally gets back in the ring she goes for a pin on Alicia.
ONE!
TWO!
And Alicia kicks out! Mikah gives Jacob a dirty look before putting more pressure on Alicia's lower back with a Boston Crab! Jacob gets into position to ask Alicia if she wants to tap out but Alicia refuses to give up the match that easily as she starts crawling her way over to the ring ropes! Alicia does manage to force the rope break but Mikah refuses to let go for four more seconds, when she does finally let go she struts to the middle of the ring and takes a mocking bow.
Simone: The way Mikah is acting you'd think she was wrestling a rookie like Cassie again!
Adams: To be fair it's not exactly often that we see Alicia on the backfoot like this!
However when Mikah turns around Alicia nearly takes her head off with a Running Lariat! The move turns Mikah inside out and Alicia goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Mikah BARELY KICKS OUT! Both women are slow to get back to their feet and when they di they resume the brawl that started the match, and again Alicia backs Mikah up to the ring ropes, this time though? Mikah throws Alicia throat first into the middle rope and catches her with a roll up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alicia kicks out! Both women get back to their feet and Alicia whips Mikah across the ring, on the rebound both women go for a clothesline and knock each other down!
Simone: And just like that? Both veterans are down!
Adams: Who will get up first? Alicia or Mikah?
Once Jacob's count reaches 7 Alicia is the first to stir and she lays an arm across Mikah's chest for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Mikah kicks out! Alicia slowly gets to her feet and calls for the Georgia Drop on Mikah!
Simone: Alicia's calling for the Georgia Drop!
Adams: That's how she put Candy away in her opening round match back in Iceland!
Alicia measures up Mikah for her version of the GTS but when Alicia gets Mikah onto her shoulders for the move Alicia doesn't drop Mikah right away, instead walking around with her for a bit, this combined with Mikah's long legs causes Jacob to be inadvertently kicked in the face when he gets to close and Alicia puts Mikah down to check on him, not realizing that Mikah has left the ring and taken a chair from the timekeeper's table.
Simone: Oh come on! Not again!
Adams: At least this time Jacob will have the "I was accidently kicked in the face by Mikah while she was on Alicia's shoulders" excuse!
Mikah returns to the ring and waits for Alicia to stand up, when she does? Mikah slams the chair into her back before dropping the chair, spinning Alicia around and dropping her with a DDT onto the chair! Seeing that Jacob is coming too Mikah quickly gets rid of the evidence by sliding the chair out of the ring and locks in the Cupid's Chokehold!
Simone: This is a joke! That's two bombshells that Mikah has robbed!
Adams: Stick a fork in Alicia, she's done!
When Jacob checks on Alicia while she's in Mikah's version of the Hell's Gate it's clear that Alicia isn't even in any shape to tap so he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, Alicia Lukas cannot continue the match, therefore your winner via technical submission, MIKAH!
Simone: Mikah is advancing to the finals but not without some cheap tactics!
Adams: The bosses won't be happy with her!
Mikah celebrates her win while Jacob checks on Alicia.
Artie is seen in a hallway backstage. He's pacing back and forth and he has his phone up to his ear. He runs his hand through his hair as he looks flustered listening to the person on the other end.
Artie: Bobbie…I don't….I haven't…Could you please…
He tries to get a word in edgewise but, as Bobbie is on the other end, he can't seem to get her to stop talking long enough. He stops pacing for a moment and takes in a deep breath.
Artie: Bobbie! Can you stop and take some deep breaths and let me talk?!
His eyes immediately widen, afraid that he may have made a bad decision in raising his voice to her. But she'd still be going on if he hadn't.
Artie: Look, I haven't decided anything. I haven't called her back or spoken to her since, so I don't know. This all will have to wait until this tour is over anyway.
He pauses again, letting her respond in hopefully a much calmer manner.
Artie: We'll talk more about this later. I really need to focus on my match coming up in a little while.
He pauses as she responds and he nods.
Artie: I know. I wish you could be here too, but I'll be fine. I'll call you later, okay?
He nods again.
Artie: I love you, too. Bye.
He ends the call as Bobbie hangs up and closes his eyes for a few moments. When he opens his eyes he nearly jumps out of his skin as Pussy Willow has approached him almost in stealth mode.
Artie: Geez! Warn a person that you're walking up to them!
Pussy: Well I am wearing heels so I just assumed you'd hear me approaching. But hello to you, too, Artie.
Artie sighs.
Artie: Sorry. Hello, Pussy. Good to see you as always.
Pussy: Likewise. I just want to start by saying I'm so sorry to hear about your and Bobbie's loss. Please tell her we're all thinking about her.
He nods, mustering up a grateful smile.
Artie: Thank you. I will be sure to let her know.
Pussy: How are you doing? I'm surprised you came all the way to Denmark. We all thought you'd still need some time to—
Artie shakes his head.
Artie: I'm fine. Really. Besides, I plan to use this match to let off some more steam and then walk away the winner.
Pussy: How confident are you that you can get past not only Felix "The Cat" Hernandez and Connor Murphy but your own friend Miles Kasey?
Artie: It's going to be a challenge, I'm not denying that, but I'm confident enough. No one else believes I can do it, but I know I can. And Bobbie knows I can. That's all that matters.
Pussy Willow smiles.
Pussy: is there anything else you'd like to say right now? Last chance to address your opponents.
Artie smiles and shrugs.
Artie: I mean, not really. Nothing else I say at this point will change the outcome. I'm coming for Kevin Carter and that Internet Championship.
Pussy: Well I'm sure you have a lot of people rooting for you. Good luck out there.
Artie: Thank you, Pussy.
Artie then turns and walks away, heading off to start getting ready for the main event.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Cassie Wolfe leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Cassie: You know what? While I'll admit that I said some fucked up shit to Seleana earlier? It's because of her incompetence as a ref that I'm making this challenge, Sel? You, me, Into the Void, let's do it.
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Semi Final match in the Blast from the past tournament… introducing first… hailing from Richmond, Virginia… he is 'the dragon' Travis Levitt.
The familiar riff kicks in and the crowd are instantly rising, even as yellow and orange strobe lights race around the stage. As the riff kicks into high gear from the back out runs 'The Dragon' ready for battle in his usual leather jacket and wrestling gear. Travis jogs a few steps to the left, pointing out at the crowd in appreciation and then turns and does the same on the opposite side, waving his arms to fire up the crowd before he heads back for the center of the ramp, kneeling down just as the lyrics start to crescendo.
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
THROUGH THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES, WE CARRY ON!
With a roar Travis throws his fist high, timing it right with two billowing pillars of flames either side of the stage before The Dragon races down the ramp, making sure to slap hands with fans along the way. As he reaches the ring, he bounces up the steps in two leaps, jumping upto the middle turnbuckle on the outside, and throwing a fist high again, posing for the fans before he leaps into the ring over the top rope, slipping off his jacket and dropping it to a roadie, and then focusing himself for his match.
Justin: and his opponent…
The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage with Austin Parker.
Justin: Being Accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker. From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is J2H!
Austin is wearing faded blue jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat, as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "J2H" written on the back of the shorts. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with, a confident look on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fan, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to his opponent, looking him up and down before the match starts.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
J2H and Levitt circle the ring, as J2H sizes up Levitt as the pause and Levitt charges in towards J2H, but J2H ducks under the wild swing and J2H lightly steps away before turning back to Levitt, where he has a few choice works for Levitt, which Levitt ignores him, as they go back to circling the ring once more. They then move in and lock up, but Levitt quickly overpowers J2H and breaks and forces J2H down and J2H face plants the mat. J2H gets back to his feet and holds his face, as Levitt grabs J2H and drags him into a corner.
Simone: This should be a good match between these two, as J2H looks Travis over, as they circle the ring before Levitt charges in, but J2H dodges before exchanging a few words with Levitt.
Adams: Levitt doesn't get into with J2H and they circle the ring before moving back in and lock up, with Levitt being the bigger and stronger man overpowers j2H and forces him down to the mat.
Simone: J2H is rocked but gets back to his feet and Levitt drags J2H into a corner.
Once in the corner, Levitt fires in a uppercut, which rocks J2H and he drops to the mat and rolls away, however, Levitt stays close and follows J2H, where he then gets close and grabs J2H's arm and then proceeds to grabs his hand and clamps on hard and bents his wrist, which J2H grimaces in pain as Levitt continue to bend his wrist back. Levitt then drags J2H up to his feet and then hits an arm drag.
Adams: Once in the corner, Levitt hits an uppercut, which again J2H is rocked and he drops to the mat and quickly crawls away to escape Levitt, but Levitt just follows him and grabs him and his arm and then works over his wrist.
Simone: Nice arm drag.
J2H rolls away and holds his hand, as Levitt makes his way to his feet, as J2H makes his way to his feet and Levitt approaches, and he grabs him and pushes him against the ropes before Irish whipping him across the ropes and J2H bounces off the ropes and Levitt grabs him and hits a hip toss. J2H quickly gets back to his feet holding his back and Levitt charges in and hits J2H with a shoulder charge and sends J2H back down to the mat.
Adams: J2H rolls away from Levitt once more but Levitt is back to his feet and moves to J2H and grabs him, pulls him up and Irish whips him across the ring. He Bounces off them and Levitt hits a hip toss.
Simone: J2H is quickly back to his feet but very quickly is sent back down to the mat with a shoulder charge.
J2H gets back to his feet but drops down and rolls himself from the ring as he crawls towards the barriers and stays there to get the best recovery. Levitt drops down and rolls from the ring, where he moves towards J2H, as J2H makes his way to his feet and backs away as Levitt follows him around the ring, as the ref demands them to get back into the ring before starting a count…
Adams: J2H bails from the ring to avoid any further attack, as Levitt then climbs from the ring himself, as he stalks J2H. J2H backs away and tries to get a big enough gap from Levitt.
ONE!
TWO!
They keep moving around, as J2H dives back in the ring before making his way back to his feet…
THREE!
FOUR!
Levitt momentarily is distracted by Austin Parker, which he threatens him and J2H grabs the ropes and leaps over with a plancha, but Levitt catches J2H and then places him onto his shoulder, but before he can do anything else, J2H wriggles free and drops down behind Levitt and shoves him forward. J2H quickly leaps onto the apron and Levitt turns and charges but J2H expects him and punt kicks Levitt in the chest.
Simone: J2H is back in the ring, as Levitt gets distracted by Austin Parker and this gives J2H an opening and J2H hits a plancha, but Levitt catches him. J2H wriggles free and shoves Levitt away.
Adams: oof… nice punt kick.
FIVE!
SIX!
Levitt leans against the apron as he holds his chest and J2H stomps on Levitt's arm and Levitt cries out from the stomp on his arm, where he climbs back into the ring to avoid J2H. J2H who sits still on the apron, he rises up and watches Levitt carefully and as he gets back to his feet, J2H grabs the top rope and as Levitt turns, J2H leaps onto the ropes and hits a springboard flying forearm smash and catches Levitt and drops him but J2H stays down holding his own arm for a moment.
Simone: oof?1? Anyway… J2H still on the apron stomps on Levitt's arm. Levitt backs off and climbs back into the ring, which allows J2H to go high risk and he hits springboard flying forearm smash and connects.
The ref moves in and checks on both before backing away, as J2H shakes his arm and before crawling over to Levitt and goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Adams: J2H goes for a cover, but Levitt kicks out.
Levitt powers out, as J2H sits up and then makes his way to his feet, where grabs Levitt's legs and he proceeds to tie up, flip Levitt onto his stomach and lock in the Texas cloverleaf. Levitt shakes his head, as J2H gets lower and puts more pressure on Levitt's back, as he yells at Levitt to give up. Levitt shakes his head as J2H leans back, as Levitt grits his teeth as he pushes him up and then drags himself and J2H towards the ropes. Levitt reaches out but is short by a couple of inches. Levitt dives forward and manages to grab the bottom rope as the ref moves in, but J2H refuses to release.
Simone: Levitt kicks out, as J2H sits up before getting back his feet and then grabs Levitt and sets up a Texas Cloverleaf and locks it in.
Adams: Levitt struggles at first before fighting to get the ropes, which he gets there and J2H eventually releases the hold.
The ref begins to count and gets to two and J2H then releases, and Levitt crawls up into a ball, as J2H makes his way to his feet and takes a few steps back before rushing in and hitting a baseball slide into the side of Levitt and Levitt disappears out of the ring and into the floor with a thud. J2H makes his way to his feet and brags and gets booed in the process. J2H climbs from the ring and grabs Levitt and drags him up and leans him against the apron, where he follows up with an eye gouge and then follows up with forearm arm shots to the side of Levitt's head.
Simone: Levitt balls himself up, as J2H doesn't waste any time and hits a baseball slide and evicts Levitt from the ring.
Adams: J2H climbs from the ring and moves to Levitt, where he does an eye gouge and then hits forearm shots.
He then takes a few steps back before leaping up and hits a monkey flip and Levitt lands with a thud as he arche his back in pain. J2H makes his way to his feet and grabs Levitt and pulls him up and rolls him back into the ring and goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
Th…kickout!
Simone: J2H hits a monkey flip with levitt's back hits the mat with a thud. J2H rolls Levitt back into the ring and goes for a pin, but Levitt kicks out.
J2H look to the ref and then argues with them, as Levitt rolls away from J2H. J2H shakes his head and them makes his way back to his feet, where he approaches Levitt and grabs him once more and drags him up and then Irish whips him into a corner, and J2H goes to follow up with a splash but Levitt gets his feet up and J2H runs into them and he stumbles back and he quickly shakes it off and charges in and Levitt this time catches J2H with an elbow and J2H stumbles away once more and as J2H turns back around, Levitt explodes from the corner and catches J2H with a vicious clothesline.
Adams: J2H argues with the ref, but soon makes his way back to his feet and grabs Levitt and pulls him up, where he irish whips him into the corner. J2H goes for a splash, but Levitt gets a foot up and J2H crashes into them.
Simone: J2H tries again, but is met with an elbow. J2H turns back towards Levitt and is hit with a clothesline sending him and Levitt down to the mat.
J2H drops to the mat stunned, while Levitt can't capitalise on it and stays down as well, as the ref moves in and checks both before backing off. Levitt crawls over to the ropes and sits up and rubs his eyes and checks his face before stretching and sucking in air, while J2H rolls to his side, as Levitt looks over to J2H a couple of times.
Adams: Both stay down, as they take their moment to recover the best they can.
Levitt turns and grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, where he stumbles over to J2H who is now crawling to the ropes and Levitt grabs J2H and pulls him up, where then boots him in the stomach and quickly follows up with a snap suplex. Levitt climbs back to his feet and grabs J2H and pulls him up, where he hits a European uppercut before spinning J2H around and grasps him around the waist and hits a German suplex. Levitt doesn't let go and he slowly makes his way to his feet and hits another German suplex. He releases and goes for a pin on j2H…
Simone: Levitt moves to his feet and moves towards J2H, where he grabs him and then this a snap suplex. But he isn't done and hits a European uppercut and follows up with two german suplexes.
ONE!
TWO!
Th…kickout!
Adams: J2H kicks out.
J2H kicks out, as Levitt slaps the mat in frustration, as he makes his way to his feet and grabs J2H, where he set up and prepares to hit the PILLAR OF FLAMES (Kneeling Belly-to-Back Piledriver). But Austin Parker leaps onto the apron and distracts the referee and they argue and Levitt lets go of J2H and Levitt glares at Austin Parker and threatens him. Levitt turns and bends down and grabs J2H and J2H grabs him and rolls him up into a tight package with a handful of tights…
Simone: J2H kicks out, as Levitt gets frustrated, as he makes his way to his feet and looks to finish off J2H, but Austin Parker makes his presence felt and leaps onto the apron.
Adams: Levitt falls for it, as he is distracted and threatens him before turning back to J2H, where he goes to grab J2H, but J2H grabs him and rolls him up into a tight package with a handful of tights.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Levitt kicks out a little too late, as J2H quickly rolls away from Levitt and out of the ring, as Austin Parker moves to him.
Simone: J2H advances, but in the cleanest of ways.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match and advancing to the final… J2H!
Austin Parker picks up J2H and raises his arm in victory, as Levitt argues with the ref and tells him that J2H had a handful of tights, but the ref shrugs, as J2H music hits over the p.a, as J2H and Austin Parker celebrate.
BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP - QUEEN'S GAMBIT
Victoria Lyons (c) vs Song vs Lilith Locke vs Harper Mason
We are taken to the dressing room of Felix Hernandez where he is accompanied by Bill and Bea Barnhart.
Bill: How are you feeling for your match Felix?
Bea: Confident you are going to win the match?
Felix: I am feeling fantastic and confident I will win the match.
Bea: Do you have any concerns about having Miles Kasey, Connor Murphy, and Artie in the match against you?
Felix: I have to look at this match as if I am facing off against Moe, Larry, and Curly, of The Three Stooges. Just like in every Three Stooges episode the Stooges ended up doing more harm to each other than inflicting harm on those who were chasing them and beating them down. To be honest, Bea, I could stand off to the side and watch Miles, Connor, and Artie, try to beat each other down into for the win but that is not as much fun as jumping in the mix with those three and winning the match.
Bea: Felix you know I am cheering you on and I want to see you get the win and move on to face Kevin Carter for the Internet Championship.
Felix: The way I look at things Bea is that a person either jumps into something and gives everything they have or they do not get involved in the first place.
Felix lets the camera person know he and Bea are done with pre-match comments. With that said the camera person leaves the dressing room and heads off down the hallway to find another wrestler to point their camera at.
The camera returns to ringside to find Dawn Barnes entering the ring. She shakes the hand of Justin Decent before taking her place in the corner as the crowd awaits the introductions.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control! And it is the Clusterf**k Fatal Fourway match where the winner will meet Kevin Carter for the Internet Championship at Inception IX!
The crowd cheers!
Adams: Christian was right. It really should have been called a WTFatal Fourway match!
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon hits the speakers—opening with the haunting keys before that first crashing riff. The Arena plunges into darkness.
A single spotlight beams down onto the stage as blue and gold lights begin to swirl like a storm forming. The opening instrumental kicks in heavier, and the fans immediately erupt, knowing who's coming. A slow roll of fog creeps along the ramp, and just as the beat drops—
BOOM!
A burst of golden pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, and Miles Kasey steps through the smoke, hood up, head down. His long jacket flows behind him, the blue and gold design of his gear catching flashes of light like armor under moonlight. The hood casts a slight shadow over his face, but the grin is unmistakable. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly raising his head.
Camera zooms in on his eyes.
The hook hits: "So you can throw me to the wolves…"
Miles throws his arms out in a wide, defiant pose as a wave of gold and blue pyro explodes behind him, illuminating the arena in heroic brilliance.
"…Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack!"
He rips the hood down, revealing that confident smirk. Fans are on their feet, feeding off his energy.
Justin: From Manchester, United Kingdom! Weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds! Miles KASEY!
Miles starts his slow, swagger-filled walk down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, points out some fans in the crowd, and gives a subtle nod to the camera like "Yeah, this is mine tonight."
At ringside, he climbs the apron with ease, wipes his boots, and leaps over the top rope in one smooth motion. He heads to the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. Miles raises a single fist into the air as a final golden spotlight hits him, the crowd roaring behind him.
Then he hops down, shrugging off his jacket like it weighs nothing. His eyes lock onto the stage—ready.
Justin: Introducing his opponent!
The lights lower in the venue as a throbbing riff of The Greatest Show by Peyton Parrish blares out and the crowd rumbles in wonder as the spotlight flashes to the stage but no one appears. A person gets to his feet and moves towards the barricade as some fans slap him on the back as he moves through the crowd. Getting to the divider, he leaps onto the top of it and looks over the venue, a cocky smile peeking out from the dark stubble that covers his chin. The man is dressed in dark pants, black boots, and a leather jacket over a tee that shows a somewhat familiar logo.
Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada, Connor MURPHY!
Connor jumps to the mats and then towards the announce table. He leans forward and offers Belinda a wink before clapping Jason on the shoulder. Turning to the ring, Connor leaps onto the apron and then slides between the ropes. Pacing to the middle of the ring, he raises his arms and waits as his theme fades.
Justin: Introducing their opponent!
The opening beats to "Eye of The Tiger" begin to play throughout the arena. The fans in attendance cheer and starting "drumming" along, as the music plays for several moments. A fog machine fills the backstage entrance up with fog and moments later, Artie bursts through the curtain to a round of cheers!
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada! ARTIE!
Artie punches at the air, pumping himself up for the fight ahead. After a few moments, he makes his way to the ring. Artie high fives the fans along the way, doing his best not to show his inexperience. He enters and skips to the center of the ring jumping up and down and continuing to punch at the air.
Justin: And finally...!
The Felix The Cat theme song hits the speakers as Felix Hernandez, who has the nickname THE CAT, steps out from the backstage area. He stops at the middle of the landing while the Felix The Cat theme song plays.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Bea Barnhart! From Athens, Georgia! Felix! "The Cat" HERNANDEZ!
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 and waves to the fans. Felix then leans back into the corner and glares at his opponents.
Dawn steps back, ensuring all four men are ready and she calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Adams: And here we go!
Simone: For the Number One Contendership to Kevin Carter's Internet Championship!
The crowd is completely alive for the anticipations and outcome of this match as Felix The Cat immediately goes after the "weakest link" of the match, tackling the much smaller Artie to the canvas and he starts to throw forearm blows into the trapped grappler's head and body as poor Artie tries to use his forearms to shield himself! Miles looks as if he is about to grab Felix and drag him off of his friend/opponent but Connor stops that from happening as he wheels Miles around and knocks him up against the ropes with a closed fist straight to the temple!
Adams: Miles was trying to help Artie. Do you think we're going to see any teamwork between them?
Simone: Even if we do, it's every man for himself in a match like this. Any team up will only last so long.
Artie manages to roll Felix off of him and scramble from the ring to get a breather and regain his composure, but Felix is not about to allow that to happen as he rolls right out after the most inexperienced wrestler in this match.
Simone: I am still so unused to seeing Artie out there, competing and not managing!
Adams: I think he's more than a little surprised himself!
Inside of the ring, Connor has bulldozed Miles into the corner where he weakens him with a flurry of exchanges between forearm blows and knees to the midsection! Connor then climbs the corner, standing on the second turnbuckle and pinning Miles in! Connor begins to unload on the wildly popular Superstar with closed fists to the head and the fans counting right along!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Connor drops down to the mat as Miles slowly sinks in the corner to his backside where Connor continues to further his attack, laying in the boots!
Simone: Miles's head is simply not in this match right now!
Adams: Of course not! Not after what Vincent did to his husband earlier! Carter was taken to the hospital and Miles wanted to go with him but he was pressed to stay!
Outside, Felix grabs poor Artie and head butts him right between the eyes, sending the smaller grappler falling back against the ringside. Felix then grabs him and drives a hard elbow down onto his head, causing Artie to stagger back and fall against the steel ring post. Felix then snarls and gets a running start - charging right at Artie but the smaller guy slips right out of the way and Felix hits the post instead! Felix staggers around, hurt and dazed, and Artie jumps on his back and holds on with one arm while using his free hand to waylay on him with rapid fists!
Adams: Go Artie! Get him! Get him!
Simone: Artie is like a little Chihuahua that sinks its teeth into an ankle and doesn't let go!
Inside of the ring, Connor grabs Miles and drags him upright. He Irish whips Miles off of the ropes and bends over for a back body drop but Miles turns around at the last moment and uses the moves momentum to land on his feet behind Murphy! Miles then races into the ropes and does a handstand ricochet off of them, flying back into a flying elbow smash! Connor goes down! Miles is now in control as he grabs Connor and brings him back to his feet! Miles goes for an Irish whip into the far corner but Connor reverses it and sends Miles in instead! Miles jumps up onto the turnbuckles and launches back, crashing into Connor with a high cross body!
ONE!
Connor quickly gets his shoulder up!
Simone: I believe Miles's head is back in the game!
Adams: Of course! He wants to finish this ASAP and get to the hospital!
On the outside, Felix is trying everything to pry Artie off of his back but Artie is stuck like glue! Felix then throws his body over at the waist, effectively snapmaring Artie off and throwing him to the ringside floor!
Inside, Miles has Connor on his feet and grabs him into a side headlock but Connor counters, lifting him up for a belly to back suplex but Miles shifts his wright and again lands behind him! Miles then jumps up and brings Connor's back down onto his knees with a Lung Blower! Miles quickly goes for the cover, this time hooking the inside leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Felix sees this from the outside and he quickly slides inside of the ring and breaks up the pin!
Simone: That is the most difficult thing being in these fatal Fourway matches! Its damn near impossible to win when you have to have eyes in the back of your head!
Felix throws Miles off of Connor and then he opts to try to pin Murphy himself!
ONE!
TWO!
Connor kicks out!
Felix brings Connor back to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes but Connor comes flying off with a roundhouse kick that lays "The Cat" out flat! Artie has now managed to pull himself up onto the ring apron and he grabs the top rope, readying himself.
Adams: What is Artie thinking?
Connor turns around and Artie uses the top rope to launch himself inside of the ring - awkwardly - for an aerial attack...
Simone: Are you KIDDING me!?
But Connor snatches hold of him in a front face lock right in midair, with Artie's boots caught on the top rope...!
Adams: Uh oh!
And Connor brings him crashing down to the mat with a swinging Hangman's neck breaker! The crowd gasps in shock at the impact!
Adams: Oh poor Artie!
Simone: That move could have broken his scrawny little neck!
Connor rolls Artie over onto his back and makes the cover, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Bea places Artie's boot on the bottom rope and Dawn catches it and breaks the pin!
Adams: Bea BARNHART just saved Artie from being pinned!?
Simone: Not a chance in hell! She just saved Felix's chances to continue this match and possibly win!
Holding his head and the back of his neck, Artie slowly rolls under the bottom rope and collapses to the ringside floor as the action inside of the ring continues!
Connor slowly stands up, staring out of the ring and at Bea in shock and he points a finger at her, igniting an exchange of words! But while he is distracted, Miles jumps into the ropes and then catapults himself off of them and over Connor's back with a surprise sunset flip from out of nowhere!
ONE!
TWO!
Connor rolls backwards and then folds Miles in half with a jackknife pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Felix Hernandez drags Connor off of Miles from behind and into a reverse cradle, grabbing a handful of tights!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Connor manages to escape the pin!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Simone: Indeed it is! This match has been non-stop action from the very start!
Felix scrapes Connor up off of the mat and lifts him up for a body slam but Connor counters, shifting his weight and dropping to Felix's side where he brings "the Cat" crashing back down with a Side Russian Leg sweep! Connor then brings Felix back up and he hurls him into the far corner where he comes racing in to strike fast with a slingshot corner dropkick! But before Felix could sink down in the corner, Connor picks him up and deposits him on the top of the corner. Connor then starts to climb up, as if to deliver a superplex from the top! He hooks Felix up and tries but Felix grabs the top rope, blocking it! Connor tries again but again the move is blocked!
Adams: Look out!
Miles Kasey races up the very same corner and jumps onto Connor's back, bringing him crashing all the way down with a Reverse Frankensteiner, bringing the crowd to its feet!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
But the moment Miles lands with his back on the canvas, Felix "the Cat" jumps from the top turnbuckle and drives a hard elbow down into his exposed chest cavity! Felix covers him for the pin as Bea screeches encouragement like a deranged banshee!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-ARTIE COMES OFF THE TOP OF THE CORNER WITH COUP DE GRACE ONTO Felix'S BACK!!!
Adams: Where the bloody hell did Artie come from!?
Simone: I can not believe that he is up after that neck breaker!
Artie with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Miles pulls Artie off by the boot!
Adams: So much for teamwork!
Simone: Close friendships will only take you so far in a match like this!
Artie stares in shock at Miles, holding his arms out imploringly as if to ask "WHY"! Miles gets to his feet as well and points to himself, and an exchange of words erupts between the two close friends! Miles and Artie get up in each others faces and Artie reacts by shoving Miles back!
Adams: Oh no!
Miles turns back to Artie and just head butts him, knocking Artie back into the corner! Miles charges right in after him but Artie catches him in a leg sweep, causing Miles to fall face-first into the turnbuckles! Artie gears up to come right in after him when Connor clotheslines him from behind, laying him out flat! Connor then grabs hold of Artie and pulls him up onto his shoulders, setting him up for the Falcon Arrow -- when Felix catches him from behind with a one-handed bulldog! Felix then grabs Artie and picks him up for a body slam but Artie counters, turning it into a Victory Roll where he hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!
Miles comes flying off the top of the corner with a Reverse 450 splash, crashing on top of both men! Artie is knocked off of Felix who Miles immediately pins!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner! And the Number One Contender to the Internet Championship! Miles KASEY!
The crowd cheers as Dawn raises Miles's arm in victory! But rather than continue to celebrate inside of the ring, Miles quickly ducks out to the outside and he races up the aisle as quickly as his legs can carry him while the aftermath remains! Bea is inside of the ring, checking on Felix! Connor is halfway back inside of the ring, just barely having missed breaking up the pin! And Artie sits against the ropes, forearms on his drawn up knees and looking thoroughly dejected!
Simone: What a match! And what a Main Event!
Adams: We have a brand new Number One contender to Kevin Carter's Internet Championship! Miles Kasey will meet him in Paris on May 2!
Simone: And Miles is wasting no time in getting out of here so he can go check on Carter!
The camera quickly cuts to the back to find Miles racing for the parking garage!
Simone: Fans, we are out of time! Please join us next week as we arrive in Amsterdam in the Netherlands at the world famous Ziggo Dome! On behalf of my colleague Jason Adams, I am Belinda Simone! So long everybody!
Adams: Bye!
The camera closes 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!