The camera cuts to a dim locker room bathed in flickering fluorescent light. A slow hum of the crowd filters through the walls. A single “SCW Live” logo glows on a monitor in the background.

Justin Smith sits on a wooden bench, black tape wrapped tight around his fists, the same sleeveless hoodie from the training montage draped over his shoulders. His head is bowed; he’s breathing slow, steady, deliberate.

The camera pans in close.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Justin, tonight you step into the ring with Anthrax and Liam Davis—two of the most unpredictable competitors in SCW. Last time we saw you, you promised to “turn chaos into silence.” Now that we’re minutes away, what’s going through your mind?

Justin looks up slowly, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Justin: What’s going through my mind? Noise. Pure noise. The roar of a thousand people waiting to see which of us breaks first. The sound of every bone I’ve cracked, every time I’ve been told “you’re finished.” That’s what fuels me.

He stands, tightening the tape around his wrist.

Justin: See, everyone loves to talk about momentum—about who’s hot, who’s rising, who’s got the crowd. But momentum means nothing when the bell rings. When the fists start flying, when the lights burn your eyes and you can taste the sweat and blood in the air—momentum dies. What lives is instinct. Mine’s sharper than it’s ever been.

Rocky nods, hesitating before asking the next question.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You’ve faced Anthrax before in multi-man chaos. You’ve crossed paths with Liam Davis in technical bouts. How do you prepare for both extremes at once?

Justin chuckles, low and rough.

Justin: Anthrax? He’s a bomb with no timer. He’ll swing until he explodes, and when he does, he takes himself down with him. Liam? He’s surgical, precise—so afraid to get messy that he’ll overthink himself right into a corner. And me? I’m the variable they can’t measure. I’m the guy who adapts, who endures. I’m the storm that rewrites the weather report.

He walks toward his locker, pulls out his worn-in leather jacket, and stares at the nameplate on the wall—“J. SMITH”, slightly crooked.

Justin: They call this a triple threat, but really, it’s two men and one reckoning. Anthrax brings chaos. Liam brings calculation. I bring consequence. And tonight, Santa Clara gets to witness what happens when madness finds focus.

He slams the locker door shut. The metallic echo reverberates.

Cut to hallway cam.?Justin walks down the corridor toward the gorilla position. SCW staff members step aside as the tension builds. The house lights dim; his entrance theme, “Madness” by Liliac, begins its haunting intro.

But before he steps through the curtain, he stops and turns toward the backstage camera one last time.

Justin: Anthrax—you think pain is art? Then consider me your final masterpiece. Liam—you think strategy wins wars? Then tonight, I’m rewriting your playbook with blood and broken pride. When the dust settles, when the smoke clears, when the fans are screaming my name under the Santa Clara lights… you’ll both understand that I’m not chasing glory anymore. I am glory.

He takes a deep breath, the arena roar swelling as the screen fades to black.

Lunam: We have an interesting match to open Climax Control 439. The three participants in this match are Justin Smith, Anthrax, and Liam Davis. I lean toward Liam Davis as I feel he is more innovative and focused on his wrestling.

Simone: I feel Anthrax will be the wrestler to pull a win in this match. When you have a wrestling match that is a Triple Threat with No Rules a wrestler like Anthrax is in their element and they are comfortable with this type of match.

Lunam: What are your thoughts on Justin Smith? He can be the wild card in this match.

Simone: Justin is okay but I feel with him having to watch two wrestlers at once during the match might be more of a distraction for Justin than a benefit.

Justin: Welcome to our first match of Climax Control 439. This match is a Triple Threat No Rules match. First to make their way to the ring, he is from Tarrytown, New York, he comes into this match at six feet four inches and two hundred fifty pounds, please give a great Santa Clara welcome for The Tarrytown Tormenter Justin Smith!!!

The opening riffs of Madness by Liliac hits the speakers as Justin Tarrytown Tormenter Smith comes out to the stage, looking smug. Justin stands there as the crowd gives him mostly boos. Justin struts from one side of the stage to the other with a swag in his step. He then looks around the crowd, and starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head with his nose in the air to look at the crowd, their faces showing that they do not like the way he is looking down upon them. The Tarrytown Tormenter lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring walking down towards the apron. When Justin arrives at the ring he walks up the steps then he walks along the ring apron then he steps between the top rope and the middle rope, looking around at the fans as they continue to boo him. Justin ignores the reaction from the crowd as he walks to a corner and leans back into the corner to await the arrival of his two opponents.

Justin: Next to make their way to the ring, they are from, well the information sheet says he is from THE ASYLUM, he comes into this match at six feet even and two hundred seven pounds, please give a great Santa Clara welcome for Anthrax!!!

The arena lights dim and Hollywood Undead's DAY OF THE DEAD erupts from the sound system. The crowd turns its attention to the entrance to see a figure crawling like an insect along the stage. Clad in an ankle-length leather jacket adorned in chains, Anthrax rises up into a crouched position, arms resting on his legs, as he looks from left to right and all over -- then breaks into a creepy smile, showing his teeth. Anthrax then slowly stands up and walks erratically down the ramp getting close to the barricades where the fans move back and away. Anthrax stops at ringside and stares at the fans near him before he crawls beneath the bottom rope to enter the ring. He remains on his knees and his body convulses with silent giggles with his eyes closed. After a moment, Anthrax suddenly lunges into the corner and massages the turnbuckles with his cheek, holding onto the ring ropes with both hands as he stares out at the crowd.

Lunam: I have seen some odd and creepy wrestlers over the years but Anthrax is one of the oddest and strange and creepy ones I have seen.

Simone: There is no way to know what Anthrax is likely to do to his opponents and possibly what he might do to the Referee, Timekeeper, and the Play by Play announcers.

Lunam: Huh? What? We are the Play by Play announcers.

Justin: Last to make their way to the ring, but not the least of them for this match, he is from Orlando, Florida, and he stands in at five feet ten inches and two hundred twenty pounds, please give a great Santa Clara, California welcome for LIAM DAVIS!!!

BREAKING THE LAW by Judas Priest plays over the speakers in the arena Liam Davis, wearing a Police Shield Chest protector and a black shirt with black trousers and black boots, also wearing gloves and elbow pads stamping his feet with his nightstick and a pair of handcuffs that is snapped to his belt loops in his pants, and he stomps his feet shaking his whole body around the ring. After pausing to take in the reaction from the crowd Liam slides into the ring and holds up his nightstick to the fans to see. After he does that Liam struts around the ring before standing in the middle of the ring taunting Justin Smith and Anthrax to come after him.

Lunam: I like the bragging attitude of Liam Davis. I like that he is motioning to Justin Smith and Anthrax to come out of their corners and confront him. However Liam knows that if he were to incite an attack by his opponents, or if he attacks them first, he is likely to be removed from the match. Once the bell rings then there is no Mister Nice Guy in the match.

Simone: I would have a hard time pre-selecting who I feel is likely to win this match but Anthrax would be my choice.

Referee Dawn Barnes walks to the center of the ring and she motions for Justin Smith, Anthrax, and Liam Davis, to join her. She presents the concept of this match in that although it is a Triple Threat Match is also a NO RULES match. Referee Barnes also informs the three wrestlers that since this is a No Rules Triple Threat Match there is not much more she can do as the Referee for their match than to watch the action and count a pinfall or submission if required. Referee Dawn Barnes asks Justin Smith, Anthrax, and Liam Davis, if they understand how the match will go and the three of them notify her they understand. Referee Barnes sends the three wrestlers back to their corners and she tells them to come out fighting when they hear the bell from the Timekeeper. The three wrestlers return to their corners and when the three of them are in place she motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell to officially start this match.

DING DING DING!

Lunam: Here we go! What a great way to open this edition of Climax Control. I wonder. . .

Erik Lunam stops in mid-sentence as we watch as Justin Smith charges on Anthrax and Liam Davis. Justin grabs Anthrax by the throat and he hurls Anthrax over the top rope where he lands hard on the arena floor and he tumbles and crashes into the table where Erik Lunam and Belinda Simone are doing the play-by-play announcing. Justin Smith quickly turns around and he grabs Liam Davis by the throat and he also tosses him over the rope to the arena floor. When Liam is coming down from being tossed out of the ring it just happens that Anthrax got to his feet and when Liam came down he landed hard on Anthrax and the two wrestlers slam into the table where Erik Lunam and Belinda Simone are commentating. There is nothing Referee Dawn Barnes can do since this match is NO RULES. The crowd gets excited seeing this type of action at the beginning of a match. They get more excited when they see Justin Smith climb the corner ropes where he stands up on the top of the corner ropes then he dives off and crashes into Liam Davis and Anthrax and the three men are incapacitated on the arena floor.

Lunam: I have seen some interesting things in my time involved in wrestling but the beginning of this match was over-the-top.

Simone: Great comment Erik when you consider that all three wrestlers went over-the-top ropes and onto the arena floor.

Lunam: None of them are able to get to their feet right now.

Simone: We will have to wait and see who can get to their feet and continue their attack on their opponents.

The three wrestlers are moving slowly and and we notice that Liam Davis and Anthrax are the two who have managed to get to their feet while Justin Smith is slower to try to get to his feet. Davis and Anthrax turn their attention away from Justin Smith and they start going off on each other. Anthrax is letting Davis have everything he has but it is not enough to bring Liam down. As Anthrax aggressively approaches Liam we see Davis reach over on the table the where Simone and Lunam are located and he picks up a hand-held microphone. He then whacks Anthrax hard in the head and then before he heads back to the ring he also whacks Justin Smith with the microphone. Liam tosses the microphone to the side then he runs to the ring and gets into the ring as he has the advantage in the match. Referee Dawn Barnes is standing at the side of the ring where Justin and Anthrax are still on the arena floor but they are moving slowly. Liam walks up to Referee Dawn Barnes and he demands that she declare him the winner of this match since Justin and Anthrax are not getting back into the ring.

Lunam: Great move on the part of Liam Davis.

Simone: Referee Barnes gets confronted by Liam Davis again because he wants her to call him the winner of this match. Referee Barnes refuses to call the match for Davis as the winner because even though Justin and Anthrax are on the outside of the ring they are moving which means they are still viable in the match. When Liam demands she call the match in his favor Referee Barnes tells him to back off and she is not going to call the match in his favor until she is totally certain that Justin and Anthrax are unable to continue in the match.

Lunam: Referee Barnes has rendered her decision to allow the match to continue until there is a clear winner.

Simone: She is in charge of the match as the Referee. Since both Anthrax and Justin Smith are still moving she states they are still involved in the match so the match continue much to the displeasure of Liam Davis.

While Liam is arguing with Referee Barnes, and Referee Barnes is telling Liam to back off or she will eliminate him from the match, Liam David backs off and backs away from Referee Barnes. On the outside of the ring both Justin Smith and Anthrax are on their feet and both make their way to the ring steps and both walk up the ring steps and both return inside the ring. Referee Barnes asks Justin and Anthrax if they are okay to continue in the match and both inform her that they will continue in the match. With that response from Anthrax and Justin Smith the Referee motions to the three wrestlers in this match to get back into the action of the match.

Lunam: I am excited to see Liam Davis win this match.

Simone: You are always thinking too far ahead Erik. That is the type of thing that causes wrestlers to lose matches and gamblers to lose money on bets they have made.

We are surprised when we see Anthrax and Justin Smith talk to each other and it appears they are striking up a deal to team up against Liam Davis. Both Anthrax and Smith walk across the ring toward where Davis is standing. It is apparent that Liam knows what the two are attempting to do so he keeps a keen eye on the two of them as they approach. The three get into the faces of the others and they start trading blows, punches, kicks, and other maneuvers. As Justin Smith and Anthrax continue to both land blows, etc., on Liam Davis, we watch as Liam maneuvers to where he is further away from the two. When Justin Smith charges to go after Liam Davis he ends up slamming into Anthrax instead of Liam and this angers Anthrax and he starts going off on Justin.

Simone: Oh no. A misunderstanding has distracted Justin and Anthrax away from Liam Davis.

Anthrax and Justin start trading hard blows, kicks, and punches, on each other and Liam Davis sees the opening for himself. He quickly runs over to where Anthrax and Justin are punching each other and he grabs Justin by the arm and strongly whips him into a corner. When Justin staggers out of the corner and leans against the ropes Liam takes the advantage by landing a hard drop kick to the chest of Justin which causes Smith to go over the ropes and land hard on the arena floor. It appears, for now anyway, that Justin Smith just got injured by getting shoved over the ropes to the arena floor.

Simone: It appears that Justin Smith suffered an injury after getting knocked over the the ring ropes and landing hard on the arena floor.

Lunam: That means the match is going to come down to Liam Davis and Anthrax.

Davis wastes no time in aggressively attacking Anthrax but Anthrax is able to fend off some of the attacks but not enough to gain the advantage against Davis. Anthrax manages to pull off a DDT on Davis slamming the face of Liam to the mat but as Anthrax approaches him to attempt a pin attempt Davis rolls to the side and that prevents a pin attempt against him. Anthrax is upset as he thought he had the win with the maneuver. While Anthrax is ranting and trying to get into position to take the advantage against Liam Davis we notice that Davis has just unclipped the pair of handcuffs he had clipped to his wrestling trunks. He has the handcuffs in his hand and they are open and ready to apply. When Anthrax charges at Liam Davis we watch as Davis side-steps the charge from Anthrax and when Anthrax turns around Liam Davis leaps up and lands an extremely hard kick to the side of the head of Anthrax. This causes Anthrax to stumble a step but he remains in his feet. When Anthrax tries to retaliate with a kick to the upper body and head of Davis he misses the attempted kick when Liam blocks the attempted blow.

Lunam: I think Anthrax is tiring.

Simone: I think he might be tiring of your comments about him tiring out in this match.

After blocking the attempted kick by Anthrax we watch as Liam Davis lands a hell of a hard kick to the head of Anthrax and Anthrax drops to the mat. Liam then turns Anthrax over so he is face down on the mat and then Davis pulls the arms of Anthrax behind the back of Anthrax and he locks the handcuffs to the wrists of Anthrax. Having Anthrax in this position Liam Davis picks Anthrax up and body slams him hard into the mat then goes for a pinfall for the win. Referee Barnes steps in and asks Anthrax if he wants to submit in the match and with no way out of the hold that Liam Davis has on him he has no choice but to concede the match to Davis. Referee Barnes then stands up and calls for the bell from the Timekeeper to officially end this match.

DING DING DING!

With the bell from the Timekeeper we watch as Referee Barnes orders Liam Davis to get up from Anthrax and stand off to the side. Justin Decent enters the ring and stands next to Referee Barnes.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, the official decision in this match, by Referee Dawn Barnes, is that the winner, by pinfall is LIAM DAVIS!!!

Referee Barnes raises the hand of Liam Davis for the win then she drops his hand and he walks around the ring to thank the fans for their support before sliding out of the ring and walking up the ramp to return to the backstage area. Back in the ring Anthrax, unfortunately for him, did not get released from the handcuffs by Liam Davis to the ring personnel bring out a pair of bolt cutters and cut the handcuffs off. Anthrax then slowly leaves the ring to return to the backstage area. At ringside Justin Smith has recovered from being tossed out of the ring by Liam earlier in the match but he is able to return into the backstage area without assistance.

Lunam: One good guy got over on two bad guys. Just like in the movies.

Simone: I often wonder if you have a few screws loose.

Lunam: I am okay Belinda. My screws are tight.

The door to the private dressing room of the World Heavyweight Champion is shut. The air is thick. Carter in his street clothes as he is not scheduled to compete tonight, pacing like a lion. Jaw locked. Eyes on fire. The World Championship is gone and the room FEELS it. Miles Kasey, calm as ever, stands against the wall, watching him with concern.

HBCarter: Do not tell me to calm down, Miles. Not when that bastard just stole my belt and is doing god knows WHAT with it!

Miles: Carter. Please do not raise your voice to me. I’m only trying to help.

Carter freezes mid-step.

HBCarter: … Sorry. I’m just so…!

Miles: I know what Alexander did. He jumped you. He jumped Alex. He’s a coward and he’s going to pay. And you will get your belt back. But right now, you need to breathe. You need to calm down.

HBCarter: (voice spikes, almost shouting) I am…!

He catches himself. Chest still heaving. His eyes flick sideways.

HBCarter: Why should I calm down after everything…?

He sees where Miles is pointing.

There on the sofa, legs tucked under him, hoodie on, headphones half-off, is sixteen-year-old Kevin Chapman, quietly scrolling through his phone. He glances up, gives them a small, soft smile…

And Carter’s fury shuts down like a switch.

He closes his eyes. Inhale...exhale.

Fade to black.

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, the Bombshell’s title held loosely in her left hand and microphone in her right hand. Her music cuts as she pulls up a chair, and sits down in the center of the entranceway.

Frankie: I must say this little tournament has been full of twists and turns. A little chaos. Yes, a little chaos. Just like me. I’ve been watching and I’ve been fascinated. This is the first part of my vision. The first part of my dream. And what a way to kick it off. Now, if you other losers who aren’t in the tournament anymore worked a little harder, dug a little deeper, fought dirty. Did SOMETHING to change things, you may still be in it. Let’s understand this. The woman who wins this tournament is not going to be the best wrestler. They won’t be the best athletes. It will be the woman who is willing to… do anything.

It will be the woman who will take that extra step. Maybe sacrifice a little bit more than anybody else. Who really fits that bill? Which of these 4 can really do that? And to think of all the fun matches we could have. Or boring ones, depending on your perspective.

We could have Victoria Lyons vs. Alexandra Calaway. The history, the drama, it all looks and feels like a movie. Two rivals settling their differences, it’s all very cinematic and dreamy. But you know, this feels like it doesn’t need me. No, these two need to tear each other apart. I don’t need that one.

We could have Victoria Lyons vs. Crystal Whoever. Ugh. I mean, I guess? The Queen thing is so played out, so maybe, just maybe we can get one of them to quit doing it if they face off. One can live and hope.

Then there’s Bella vs Crystal. The old overachiever vs the young underachiever. That’s interesting. Can Bella actually do something worthy of all her hype? Or will Crystal stamp out yet another young talent to feed her ego into believing whatever this interaction of her is doing is correct?

And then… Bella vs. Alexandra. You know, at least that one is different. That one is exactly what I’m talking about. Two new faces, trying to reach for the stars. That right there, is what we’ve needed. Change. Now, I’ve done what I needed to do and given you the change to actually earn this chance. Hopefully neither of you fail.

But I know that 2 of you will fail. You’ll let yourself down and probably the people who care about you. You must do everything you can to stay alive. Because the days of you getting a random title match are over. You have a chance to earn it right now. When you fail, you start all over again. Don’t disappoint. You’ll really regret it.

Trust me.

Frankie stands up, holds up the Bombshell’s title and takes the chair with her to the back.

The hum of the crowd filtered through the concrete walls, that restless, electric murmur that always seemed to hang in the air before a big match. The camera caught LJ Kasey standing near a stack of production crates, rolling the tape around his wrists with slow, practiced movements. The sound of the tape stretching and snapping into place was sharp against the low rumble behind them.

Ally stood just a few feet away, arms crossed but with that familiar half-smile that never quite masked her worry. She watched him for a long moment before speaking.

Ally: You’ve got that look again.

LJ: *smirking* Focused?

Ally: Trouble.

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. Maybe a little of both.

She stepped closer, reaching out to adjust the tape on his wrist, fingers brushing against the back of his hand. You’ve been through worse, I know. But this isn’t about surviving, okay? Go out there and own it. You’re not chasing anyone anymore.

He looked at her then, really looked — eyes steady, the kind of quiet before the chaos. That’s the plan. No waiting, no holding back. Tonight’s about showing everyone exactly who I am.

Ally smiled faintly, her voice softening.

Ally: Just… don’t forget to breathe out there, law boy.

He grinned.

LJ: Only if you promise to breathe out here.

For a moment, they just stood there — the camera catching the unspoken weight between them: trust, worry, and something fierce that ran deeper than both.

LJ tugged at his tape one last time, exhaled through his nose, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

LJ: See you after.

Ally: *nodding* I’ll be right here.

He turned and walked down the hallway toward the curtain, the distant roar of the crowd swelling as he disappeared from view.

The camera lingered on Ally, watching him go, her expression a mix of pride and quiet fire.

Ally: *under her breath* Go make ‘em remember you, Kasey.

The shot faded to black as the sound of the entrance theme hit in the distance.

The camera returns to the ringside area.

Justin: The following contest is a Semi-Final match in the Superstars High Stakes Tournament!

The opening riff of Parkway Drive's "Vice grip" hits. The high speed gives way to Aiden Reynolds stepping out onto the stage, a fist in the air and a black leather jacket with "The Aussie Wolf" spray painted on the back. He moves his way down to the ring and as the refrain of the song hits he throws his arms out to the side as he and the crowd both chant.

"YEAAAH YEAH YEAH"

Justin: Making his way down the aisle! From Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds! Aiden Reynolds!

He leaps onto the apron and takes a few steps backwards before sling shoting himself into the ring and spinning around, he then stops and drops to one knee slamming his fist into the mat.

Simone: Aiden Reynolds showcased exactly what he was capable of at Violent Conduct X when he took the reigning World Heavyweight Champion to the absolute limit in an I Quit match!

Lunam: And he might not have won that match, Belinda, but he walked away with the respect of the whole SCW Universe!

Simone: And tonight he looks to get one step closer to that rematch he so desperately wants!

Justin: And his opponent...!

The arena plunges into darkness, leaving only the pulsating glow of neon lights that flicker in sync with the opening notes of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon (feat. BABYMETAL). A single spotlight pierces the shadows, illuminating the stage as smoke billows out like an ominous tide.

L.J. Kasey emerges, his long black-and-gold jacket flaring out like wings as the hood obscures his face. The camera zooms in, capturing a glint of determination in his shadowed eyes. The crowd roars in recognition of the young, daring British sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal a smirk that borders on defiance.

Justin: From Middleton, United Kingdom, weighing two hundred and ten pounds! LJ Kasey!

The song's tempo shifts, and Kasey matches its energy, striding down the ramp with an unshakable confidence. He slaps a few outstretched hands from fans but never breaks his piercing stare aimed directly at (opponent), who stands waiting in the ring.

Kasey reaches the base of the ramp, unbuckling his jacket with one fluid motion. He tosses it to the side, revealing his gear: a sleek, gold-accented ensemble that gleams under the lights. He takes a step back and then sprints forward, launching himself onto the apron with a flawless leap.

He grabs the top rope, his eyes never leaving (opponents name), and in one smooth motion, slingshots himself into the ring. Landing in a crouch, Kasey slowly rises to his feet, spreading his arms wide to soak in the electric energy of the crowd.

Lunam: LJ isn’t a stranger to the spotlight. He’s been in high profile matches before!

Simone: Yes and he even once challenged his own brother-in-law Helluva Bottom Carter for the Internet Championship in a Ladder match!

Lunam: If LJ walks away with the win here tonight, he could be fighting Carter on a bigger stage for an even bigger prize!

Jasmine St. John calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and both men step out from their corners. Aiden Reynolds, eyes sharp and body coiled like a spring, and LJ Kasey, taller, leaner, but every bit as intense. There’s no animosity here. This is about pride and competition. They meet in the center of the ring, eyes locked. The fans applaud as they shake hands … firm, respectful, professional.

The crowd roars its approval.

Simone: That’s what I like to see! A grand gesture of good sportsmanship. You don’t see that often enough.

Lunam: But how long is that ‘good sportsmanship’ going to last when we’re talking about a possible World title shot?

The handshake breaks, and both men circle the ring, sizing one another up. Aiden shoots low for a single-leg takedown, but LJ pivots into a standing switch, wrapping an arm around Reynolds’ waist and pushing him toward the ropes. Jasmine calls for a clean break, and LJ obliges immediately … a small nod, no cheap shots.

They lock up again, this time with Reynolds snapping into a tight side headlock. He grinds it in, muscling the taller Kasey down to a knee. LJ pops back up, tries to push Aiden off, but Reynolds wrenches the hold tighter. LJ transitions, rolling through into a wristlock, twisting Aiden’s arm behind him. Reynolds grimaces, rolls forward, flips to his feet, and counters into a hammerlock, ducking behind LJ.

Simone: Well, so far we are seeing a pretty straightforward scientific match between these two young men.

Lunam: ‘So far’.

Kasey spins out, catches Reynolds in a front facelock, and drives a knee to the chest before floating over with a hiptoss into a grounded headlock of his own. The crowd applauds the pure wrestling. Reynolds bridges up, swings his hips, and breaks the hold. He grabs at LJ’s extended arm and wrestles him into a hammerlock again, transitions to a waistlock, and takes LJ down with a technical mat throw. He tries to secure control, but Kasey slips free, rolling away and popping up to his feet. Both men square up again … no advantage gained, just a mutual nod of respect. The crowd applauds.

Lunam: I am here for this but how long can this kind of respect last?

Simone: Even if they lose their tempers, it doesn’t mean they lose their respect for one another.

Lunam: Fair point.

They go again. A collar-and-elbow tie-up turns into an Irish whip on LJ’s behalf! Reynolds ducks a lariat and catches Kasey on the rebound with a kitchen sink knee lift that folds LJ in half, spinning him around where he hits the canvas. Reynolds goes for a quick cover!

ONE!

Kasey kicks out with authority!

Lunam: Too soon!

Reynolds keeps the pace deliberate, working his style. He hooks Kasey up and hits a crisp snap suplex, floating into another quick pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Another quick kick out by Kasey!

He keeps the pressure on, dragging LJ up and throwing him into the corner. He unloads with reverse elbows in the corner, snapping off four in succession before whipping Kasey across the ring. Reynolds charges for the follow-up but LJ leap frogs back over him, landing behind and scooping Aiden up across his shoulder and striking hard and fast with a running snake eyes into the top turnbuckle! Reynolds stumbles back, and Kasey springs off the ropes for a roundhouse kick! Kasey covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Reynolds kicks out!

LJ pulls his opponent to his feet and Irish whips Reynolds to the ropes, leapfrogs, drops down, and catches him on the return with a snap arm drag. Reynolds rolls through and pops right back up, only for Kasey to hit another! Aiden kips up and he leaves his feet, striking LJ down with a standing dropkick! Both men roll aside and get to their feet, both men breathing hard, and the crowd breaks into applause again!

Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING! THIS IS WRESTLING! THIS IS WRESTLING!

The two men extend hands once again for a handshake, but this time when LJ steps back, Aiden does not let go of his hand. Instead, He drags Kasey right into his grip where he lifts him back with a belly to back suplex, dumping Kasey on the back of his head!

Lunam: I knew that things had to speed up between these two, sooner or later!

Simone: Aiden has always been intense inside of that ring. More so now ever since his match against Carter.

Reynolds doesn’t go for the pin. He wants to break Kasey down systematically. He locks in a grounded chinlock, leaning his weight across LJ’s back, forcing him to expend energy. Jasmine checks, but Kasey shakes his head, refusing to quit. He fights to his knees, elbowing free, repeatedly driving the pointed digit into Reynolds’s midsection. Aiden answers back with a European uppercut that staggers LJ. Aiden then goes for an Irish whip but LJ holds on and reverses it, throwing Reynolds into the ropes instead. LJ catches him on the rebound with a drop toehold and transitions seamlessly into a half crab!

Simone: LJ is working that knee and lower back! He could pick up the win by submission right here!

Reynolds claws for the ropes, but as he nears them, extending his hand, Kasey drags him back toward the center! The torque on the spine and leg has Aiden gritting his teeth! LJ then transitions fluidly, locking his free arm under Aiden’s chin, turning the Half Crab into an STF!

Lunam: Now LJ really has Aiden all wrapped up!

Reynolds strains, fingertips just inches from the bottom rope but he’s fading fast! Jasmine hovers and Kasey wrenches back! Aiden reaches … inches closer … and gets the rope! The crowd cheers and breathes a sigh of relief!

Simone: LJ thought he had him but now he has to break!

LJ does it cleanly, though the frustration is visible in his eyes. Both men drag themselves up to their feet and the contest continues. The sportsmanship begins to fray now with competition overtaking respect. LJ slaps Aiden’s chest with a thunderous knife edge chop. Aiden responds with one of his own! LJ hits another!

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Simone: I was wondering when that would happen.

Reynolds fires back harder, faster, throwing repeated forearms relentlessly against LJ’s head, driving Kasey into the corner! He Irish whips Kasey across into the far corner, charges in and hits a running high knee to the face! Kasey staggers out, and Reynolds hits the AA Spinebuster! The crowd explodes as Aiden jackkifes LJ for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kasey kicks out!

Lunam: Ohhh! That was TOO close!

Simone: Neither one of these men is finished with the other!

Reynolds sits up, shaking his head, but there’s no hesitation. He lifts Kasey to his feet, hooks him up for a German Suplex but Kasey flips back and lands on his feet! Reynolds turns around and LJ scoops him up off of his feet and nails a reverse-spin Michinoku Driver! LJ hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Aiden kicks out!

Both men lie side by side on the mat, chest heaving, sweat pouring! Jasmine begins her count against both men!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Slowly, they rise. Reynolds throws a forearm to the head but LJ fires back! They exchange again and again, the strikes echoing, each one rocking the other backa step until they seem almost out on their feet! Aiden attempts a discus lariat but LJ leaves his feet and strikes Reynolds down with an Enzugari! LJ then makes for the corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle with his back to the fans. Aiden slowly rises and turns around and LJ dives with a Meteora, hooking both legs under his arms!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out by Aiden!

Lunam: I thought he had him!

Simone: I think EVERYONE thought LJ had Aiden then and there!

LJ wipes his face, pushes up, and signals for the end. He drags Aiden up, hooks him for the Brainbuster, but Aiden blocks it! A forearm to the ribs and another! LJ fights back with a knee to the midsection. LJ picks him up for the Brainbuster but Reynolds shifts his weight and drops to his feet behind LJ! Aiden grabs him by the shoulders, jumps up and brings him back down hard with a Backstabber! Aiden with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

LJ gets a shoulder up!

Reynolds doesn’t waste time. He bounces off the ropes and hits a sliding forearm that rocks Kasey! Aiden looks up at the lights and slaps his chest, signaling to the crowd that it’s time to finish this. He pulls LJ up and goes for an Irish whip but Kasey reverses! Reynolds ducks a roundhouse kick, bounces off the ropes, and hits the High Standing Dropkick! LJ goes down hard, rolls to his knees and Aiden seizes the moment! He hooks him up, pulling him onto his shoulders into a Fireman’s Carry position! Kasey throws elbows, fighting desperately, but Aiden adjusts his grip and spins out, hitting the Gold Coast Cutter!

Lunam: Oh it’s over! It HAS to be!

LJ crashes to the mat and Aiden hooks the far leg, the crowd counting along…!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner! Advancing to the High Stakes Finals! Aiden REYNOLDS!

Jasmine St. John raises Aiden Reynolds’ hand as the crowd gives both men a standing ovation! No boos, no split crowd, just pure respect for what they witnessed! Reynolds kneels beside Kasey, still catching his breath, and pats his shoulder. LJ stirs, blinking the stars away. When he realizes what happened, he nods … no excuses, no bitterness.

Aiden extends a hand and LJ takes it. The two stand center ring, exhausted warriors, and the crowd erupts again!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Reynolds mouths, “Finals,” and LJ gives him a shove to the chest and a grin, acknowledging that Reynolds earned it. As LJ exits, Aiden climbs the turnbuckles, raising an arm high to the roaring fans!

We cut to GM Evelynn’s office in the backstage area where she is going over some paperwork ahead of the upcoming High Stakes PPV.

Evelyn Hall: My first High Stakes and the Internet Champion goes and issues an open challenge, should I make it clear that it only applies to those without a match?

Evelynn shakes her head.

Evelyn Hall: No, they’ll understand………….

At that exact moment Logan Hunter kicks the door open.

Evelyn Hall: There’s a doorknob Mr. Hunter.

Logan: Silence woman!

Brooke enters the office with her boyfriend while Brooke’s twin sister is seen facepalming in the background.

Marissa: Sorry, I tried to tell him…………….

Logan: I DEMAND THAT I BE ALLOWED TO ANSWER MILES’S OPEN CHALLENGE AT HIGH STAKES! MY THRONE HAS BEEN DENIELD FOR TOO LONG AND…………

Evelyn Hall: No.

Brooke: What do you mean no?!

Evelyn Hall: Miles’s open challenge is for those who aren’t already booked!

Brooke: PUH-LEASE! That was never said!

Evelyn Hall: Because it went without saying! Unless of course, you want to forfeit the match against Justin Smith instead!

Logan seethes!

Logan: FINE! But Justin will suffer! You said that I can name any stipulation!

Evelyn Hall: Correct!

Logan: NO DQ! FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!

Evelyn Hall: Done!

Logan kicks the door on his way out!

Evelyn Hall: And stop kicking doors!

Evelynn shakes her head.

Evelyn Hall: How he graduated from the Go Gym I’ll never know!

Evelyn mutters as the scene fades.

The camera fades in backstage, where the hum of the arena can be heard behind the walls. Bella Madison is sitting on a crate near her locker room door, tightening the laces on her boots. She’s focused, hoodie half-zipped, her expression calm but clearly carrying that pre-match intensity.

Sound of small sneakers slapping the concrete.

Máire: *off-camera* Mommy!!

Bella’s head immediately lifts, a grin breaking through her composure as her two-year-old daughter, Máire, comes sprinting down the hall clutching her stuffed husky toy.

Bella: Hey, baby girl! What are you doing back here?

Máire launches herself into Bella’s lap, giggling as Bella catches her easily.

Máire: Luka say good luck!

The little 2-year-old holds up the plush dog that looks exactly like their dog back home.

Bella: *laughs* Oh, yeah? You tell Luka I said thank you, my good luck charm.

Malachi appears a few feet behind, looking amused as ever, arms crossed.

Mal: Apparently she wouldn’t leave the house without that thing, she snuck it in her bag for the weekend. When I found it this morning she said it’s “for Mommy’s fight.”

Bella: Smart girl.

Laura Phoenix enters frame, headset around her neck and clipboard in hand, looking all business but with that unmistakable “mom look.”

Laura: She’s not the only smart one. You look ready, Bells.

Bella: I gotta be. Victoria’s a beast. Always has been.

Laura: True. But we’ve been over this, you’re not the same fighter she faced before. You’ve earned every scar you’ve got and you’ve learned how to use them.

Bella nods quietly. Mal gives her a little nudge with his elbow.

Mal: That’s right. You’ve earned that “Hardcore Queen of SCW” nickname for a reason.

Máire claps her little hands together.

Máire: Mommy’s queen!

Bella laughs and kisses the top of her daughter’s head.

Bella: That’s right, baby. Mommy’s gonna go fight really hard tonight, okay?

Máire: *serious now* No boo-boos.

Bella’s smile softens. That hits her right in the chest.

Bella: I’ll try, sweetheart. Promise.

Laura crouches down beside them, resting a hand on Bella’s knee.

Laura: You know what we always said wrestle smart, hit hard, don’t stop till the bell rings.

Bella: *nods* Yeah...time to remind everyone who I am.

Mal: Go out there and make ‘em remember.

Bella sets Máire down, gives her one last squeeze, and stands up. Laura and Mal step aside as a production assistant calls out from the gorilla position.

PA: Bella, you’re up in ninety seconds!

Bella rolls her shoulders, exhales, and gives one last look to her family, Máire waving her stuffed husky, Mal’s proud grin, Laura’s calm steadiness.

Bella: *to herself, low* Time for the Hardcore Queen to earn her crown.

She walks off toward the gorilla position as the crowd’s roar swells in the background. The camera lingers briefly on Laura, Mal, and Máire watching her go before fading to black.

The camera cuts backstage to the interview area, though there is no formal interview in progress. Instead, Ryan Keys is casually leaning against a production crate, spinning a kendo stick in his hand. Beside him stands Ms. Rocky Mountains, clearly entertained as they chat off the record.

The kendo stick is worn from use, covered in dents and scuffs. A bold silver autograph reading “Ryan Keys” runs along the shaft.

Ryan: Best party favor I ever got.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You’re calling a weapon a party favor?

Ryan: Hey, a fan handed it to me during the match. I used it, signed it, thanked ‘em. Fair trade.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Only you would turn a weapon into a souvenir.

Ryan: Life of the Party, right?

Ms. Rocky Mountains smirks, folding her arms and leaning in just a bit closer.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You know… after what you did with that thing last week, people are already talking.

Ryan: About what?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: About you being the perfect guy to answer Milo’s Internet Championship open challenge at High Stakes XV.

Ryan stops spinning the kendo stick. His expression shifts—interested now.

Ryan: Milo, huh?

A slow grin spreads across his face.

Ryan: Vegas boys stay busy.

He taps the kendo stick against his shoulder. Ms. Rocky Mountains watches him carefully.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So… is that you saying you’re interested?

Ryan doesn’t answer with words. He just flashes a sly, confident smile—somewhere between playful and dangerous—before turning and walking away, kendo stick resting over his shoulder.

Ms. Rocky Mountains watches him go, eyes wide.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: …Oh, I just started something.

The camera lingers on her expression before cutting to ringside.

Simone: Did you hear that?! Ms. Rocky Mountains may have just planted the idea of answering Milo’s open challenge right into Ryan Keys’ head!

Lunam: And the way he reacted to Milo’s name—he knows him. Or at least, he knows of him. Two Vegas boys? That could get real interesting, real fast.

Simone: But let’s think big picture. Ryan Keys has been very clear since returning—he wants the Roulette Championship back. He’s a former champion. That’s the title he’s chasing.

Lunam: And if he accepts the Internet Title challenge at High Stakes XV and wins… he locks himself out of going for the Roulette Title!

Simone: So what’s the plan? Is he changing course? Testing Milo? Stirring up both divisions?

Lunam: All I know is this—Ryan Keys walked off with a kendo stick in one hand and a dangerous idea in his head.

Simone: On the road to High Stakes XV… Ryan Keys might be the biggest wildcard in SCW.

Lunam: And I am dying to see what he does next.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a High Stakes semi final match… Introducing first… hailing form Charlotte, North Carolina… ‘The head Lyoness’ Victoria Lyons…

The arena lights dim as "Hey You" by Nova Rockafeller plays, and Victoria Lyons appears onstage, she has her "pet" Darian on a leash as they make their way to ringside, where Darian hops up to hold the ropes open for his queen, she makes her way to pose in the center of the ring, as Darian kneels beside her caressing her waist/thigh area. Once her music fades, she sends Darian to the corner and prepares for the match to start.

Justin: and her opponent…

The arena lights crash into total black.

A sharp crackle of red-and-silver static flickers across the video screen.

“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”

Addie Nicole’s voice cuts through the darkness — raw, haunting.

A single red spotlight slashes across the stage.

Fog rolls in across the ramp.

Bella Madison steps into the light.

Her hood is up. Her head down. Arms at her sides. Her silhouette is sharp — black matte leather gear with crimson trim and silver-glitched detailing. No theatrics. Just presence.

On the screen behind her, her name glitches to life:

BELLA MADISON
BITE. YOUR. TONGUE.

Justin: Hailing from Manhattan, New York, representing Wolfslair, weighing in at 125 pounds, this is BELLA MADISON!

“Metallic tranquility… the pain gets buried beneath…”

She begins her walk down the ramp. Controlled. Heavy with purpose. Every step deliberate — this isn’t performance. It’s confrontation.

She stops halfway down, head tilting up just slightly.

The beat drops. The lights shift — strobe pulses echoing like warning shots.

“I could destroy you with one line…”

At ringside, Bella circles the ring once, staring up at it like a battlefield.

She slides under the bottom rope, staying on one knee for a second — grounded, still, gathering the storm.

Then she stands.

“Just be human, fuck your pride… you’re addicted to the fight…”

She pulls back the hood. Her hair falls loose around her face.

Eyes fixed dead on the hard cam.

“I’ll bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds…”

She mouths the words with steady conviction — a vow, not a lyric.

As the chorus fades, she steps to the center of the ring and raises three fingers.

No smile.

No pose.

No compromise.

Just Bella.

Exactly as she is now.

The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…

DING DING DING!

As soon as the bell ring, Madison and Lyons circle the ring before stopping and then move in and lock up in the centre of the ring, where they briefly jockey for position before Lyons breaks and grabs Madison’s head and pulls her down, which Madison face plants the mat. Madison sits up holding her face, as Lyons moves in and grabs Madison and locks in a headlock. Madison quickly hunts for a way out of the headlock, as Lyons cranks on her head and she makes sure that Madison doesn’t escape.

Simone: We have the usual lock up in the centre of the ring to kick things off before Lyons breaks and forces Madison down to the mat. Madison reels from it, as Lyons grabs Madison and locks in a headlock.

Lunam: Right away Madison hunts for a way out of it.

However, Madison battles back to her feet and forces the break and pushes Lyons away and she bounces off the ropes and as she comes back at Madison, she shoulder blocks Madison down to the mat. Madison sits up and holds the back of her head, as Lyons looks down at her before rushing forward and bounces off the ropes, which Madison rises to her feet only to drop back down as Lyons leaps over her and bounces off the ropes as Madison this time climbs back to her feet and leaps over the returning Lyons and Lyons bounces off the ropes, as Madison follows and grabs the ropes and use them for momentum and as Lyons turns, Madison grabs hold of Lyons and hits a arm drag.

Lunam: Lyons blocks the attempts, but Madison gets back to her feet, where she forces the break and she pushes Lyons away. Lyons bounces off the ropes and shoulder blocks her down.

Simone: Madison sits up, as Lyons turns and bounces off the ropes, as Madison dodges the first return before making her way back up to her feet, where she leaps over Lyons and Lyons bounces off the ropes as Madison follows and then uses the momentum and hits an arm drag.

Madison and Lyons make their way back to their feet with Lyons unsure and unsteady, as Madison approaches and grabs Lyons and then leaps onto the ropes and leaps onto Lyons and hits a hurricanrana. Madison makes her way back to her feet and Lyons scrambles back to her feet holding her back and as Lyons moves towards her, Madison hits a standing dropkick and drops Lyons but Lyons rolls to the ropes and grabs then scrambles to get to her feet, as she moves to a corner as Madison smirks.

Lunam: Impressive. As they both get back to her feet, and Madison grabs Lyons and then leaps onto the ropes and hits a hurricanrana. Madison isn’t done and she catches Lyons with a standing dropkick. Lyons is reeling here.

Madison takes a moment before moving in with a handspring elbow and catches Lyons, Madison turns and takes a few steps out of the corner before rushing back in and she leaps up but Lyons catches her and then turns and places her onto the top turnbuckle and then fires in a slap and then a forearm shot, which knocks Madison off the turnbuckle, who then tumbles off the apron and then onto the mat.

Simone: Madison with a handspring elbow, which she catches Lyons. Madison moves back out and she tries for something else but she is caught by Lyons and she places her on the top turnbuckle, where she first in a slap and then forearm shot, which is hard enough to rock Madison and send her tumbling.

Madison lays on the mat shaken, as Lyons climbs through the ropes and jumps off the apron, where she moves to Madison and grab her by the hair and drags her up, where she then drives her backwards into the apron, Madison drops to a knee as she holds her back as Lyons takes a few steps backwards, as she looks up at the ref, who tells her to bring the action back onto the ring, which she nods before rushing in and hits a running knee strike and catches Madison.

Lunam: Ouch! That had to hurt.

Simone: Lyons climbs from the ring and approaches Madison and grabs her and drives her into the apron. She then takes a few steps back and then fire in a running knee strike and rocks Madison.

Madison drops down, as the ref gives up demanding and begins a count…

ONE!

TWO!

Lyons grabs Madison by the hair and pulls her up, where she rolls her back into the ring…

Lunam: The ref did warn Lyons and start a count, but Lyons rolls Madison back into the ring and she follows.

THREE!

FOUR!

Lyons follows close behind, as Madison tries to get to her hands and knee, but Lyons moves in and delivers a soccer kick to the Madison’s ribs, as she rolls away holding her torso, but Lyons isn’t done and she moves after Madison and hits another soccer kicks before grabbing Madison by the hair and drags her towards the ropes and pushes her up against them. Lyons then takes a few steps backwards before rushing in and leaps onto her back before climbing off and then proceeds to choke Madison against the ropes.

The ref moves in and gets to three, which Lyons then backs off, and Madison removes herself off the ropes, as Lyons moves in and grabs Madison’s foot and drags her away from the ropes and goes for a cover…

Simone: Lyons gets to her feet and moves to Madison and delivers a couple of kicks to Madison’s side before grabbing her and pushes her up against the ropes and Lyons drives her knees into Madison’s back and then chokes her.

Lunam: The ref quickly moves in and forces Lyons to back off and she does and then she grabs Madison’s foot and drags her away from the ropes and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out!

Madison kicks out, as Lyons shakes her head and looks to the ref before trying for another pin…

Lunam: Madison kicks out.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Madison kicks out again, as Lyons slaps the mat before making her way to her feet, where she grabs Madison and drags her up and then Irish whips her into the corner before Lyons rushes in and looks for a handspring back elbow, but Madison gets her knees up and Lyons lands against Madison’s knee. Lyons stumbles forward holding her back, as Madison takes several deep breaths before rushing forward and grabs Lyons by the head and hits a running bulldog.

Simone: Another kick out from Madison, which frustrates Lyons. Lyons drags Madison up and sends her into the corner. She tries her own handspring back elbow, but Madison blocks it, and this gives Madison an open and she hits a running bulldog.

Madison stays down as she crawls to the ropes, while Lyons rolls onto her back and looks up wondering what had just happened. Madison grabs the ropes and pulls herself up and then gets to her feet and then rushes the ropes, where she leaps on them and hits a springboard moonsault onto Lyons and instead of going for a pin, Madison climbs to her feet, where she sits Lyons up and then takes a step back and then fires in a shining wizard.

Lunam: Madison makes her way back to feet, where she hits springboard moonsault onto Lyons before following up with a shining wizard.

Lyons drops to the side, but Madison grabs her and pulls her up, where she sets up and hits the Whiplash (sitout OR pancaked out Edge-O-Matic). But she isn’t done and she then sets up and hits the Ashes to Ashes (Pancaked out DDT) and goes for a cover…

Simone: Lyons can’t fight back and she is done.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Lunam: Madison advances.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Bella Madison.

Madison’s music hits over the p.a, as she climbs off Lyons and to her feet, where the ref raises her arm in victory.

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INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Miles Kasey © vs Ryan Keys

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The arena lights begin FLICKERING violently. Orange wildfire pulse ? dead black ? strobe white. Fans murmur. The tron snaps to life with a distorted signal…*

Static…

A slow zoom on an abandoned children’s playroom.

Dust. Cobwebs. A lone music box playing “Twinkle Twinkle” … warped, backwards.

The camera pans and sitting perfectly still in two vintage rocking chairs…

Chucky and Tiffany!

Chairs creaking on their own. Chucky’s head jerks sideways, suddenly looking directly into the lens with that hateful rictus grin.

Chucky: Hi! Miss us?

Tiffany slowly tilts her head, smiling. She blinks once.

Tiffany: Surprise, SCW. You didn’t think Halloween was gonna happen without us did you?

The lights in the arena cut entirely! Only the screen glows.

Chucky: Next week Climax Control is OURS! You thought Sin City was scary? HA! You’ve never been to our kind of party!

Tiffany: Children of SCW. Light your pumpkins. Whisper your last prayers. Because next week… We are your hosts! The Halloween Special of Climax Control belongs to Chucky and Tiffany.

She blows a kiss. The lights in the arena burst back to life in a flash of pumpkin-orange pyro on the stage in a jack-o’-lantern grin formation.

Both dolls now sit directly nose-to-lens. Somehow closer than physically possible. They smile. Inhuman. Perfectly still.

Chucky: Don’t be late!

The feed cuts and the crowd goes bananas!

Crowd: CHUCKY! CHUCKY! CHUCKY!

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We cut to the backstage area where we see the Special Guest Ref for the second Bombshell High Stakes Tournament Match Harper Mason trying on her ref’s uniform.

Harper: I bet everyone’s expecting me to show bias towards Alexandra tonight.

Cassie: I mean, I would!

Harper glances up as her partner in crime Cassie Wolfe walks up.

Cassie: But what do I know? I don’t even know what I’m up to at High Stakes!

Harper: You’ll figure something out Cass but I need to focus tonight, I plan on calling the match between Alexandra and Crystal down the middle but Mercedes will be out there too.

Cassie: Any ideas for dealing with her?

Harper: A few, but I’m keeping those close to my chest, besides! I need to send a clear message to Mercedes after last week!

Cassie: I hear that! Good luck.

Cassie walks off as the scene fades.

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And back to ringside!

Justin: The following contest is a Semi-Final match in the Superstars High Stakes Tournament!

As Clouds by NF begins A fog fills the stage area, as Eddie Lyons appears in the middle, hoodie up, and arms folded. He stands there looking down at the ring for a few moments. Shooting a fist into the air, Eddie pulls his hoodie down, and makes his way down the ramp.

Justin: Introducing first! From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds! "Unbreakable" Eddie Lyons!

Eddie is tagging the hands of a few fans along the way before climbing the stairs into the ring. Eddie extends his arms to both sides then drops to a knee, and punches the mat, he then moves to his corner to await the start of the match.

Simone: For Eddie, it seems to be a case of ‘always the bridesmaid, never the bride’.

Lunam: Gotta hand it to the Workhorse though! He doesn’t give up!

Simone: In fact, he does far more. He swore he’d get Carter’s championship back from Raven.

Justin: And his opponent!

As the opening rift of 'Kafka' by Jinjer begins to play out the lights change to a darkish blue, filling the area with a hazy blue. Smoke billows from the entrance way, covering the ramp and creating a cloud big enough for a person to stand in at the entrance curtain.

'Hardly in the spirit of the era. Dedicate and thin skinned. One appeared in front of the jury. Face uncovered in front of the jury.'

Alexander bursts from the smoke cloud, eyes open wide as he slowly casts his gaze over the crowd. His face drawn and stoic, the slight flaring of his nostrils as he nods a little to himself. His hand extends out to his side, as Luna Pasilno steps through the smoke, taking his hand in hers. The two of them slowly beginning to make their way down the ramp, hand in hand.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Luna Pasilno! From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds! "The False Prophet"! Alexander Raven!

'Beauty of looks, beauty of faults. Frightened and offhand. Deaf to a command.'

As they reach the ring apron, they let go each others hands, Alexander stepping up onto the ring apron, and turns to look back at Luna. The two of them locking eyes as he slowly steps backwards through the ropes, never breaking gaze from her. An unspoken acknowledgement as he slowly steps backwards toward the centre of the ring, Luna making her way around the ringside area taking up place nearby. Alexander coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, eyes still locked on her. Waiting for the bell.

The fans are still roaring, the commentators — Belinda Simone and Erik Lunam — hyping the importance of this match: one of these two men will move on to the High Stakes Tournament Finals next week. Eddie Lyons stands in the corner, bouncing on the balls of his feet, feeding off the cheers, eyes locked on Raven across the ring. Raven paces with that familiar, predatory calm — Luna Pasilno at ringside watching closely, whispering dark encouragements.

Simone: I can not believe the gall of this man! Literally stealing the World Heavyweight title belt from the rightful champion, Helluva Bottom Carter!

Lunam: Not just stealing it, but imagine the things Raven has said he and Luna have been doing to that belt.

Simone: I’d rather not. I’d prefer to keep my dinner down.

Jasmine checks both men, then steps to call for the bell … WHAM!

Before the sound even echoes, Raven lunges forward with a straight right hand that connects squarely on Eddie’s jaw!

Simone: What a cheap shot artist! The match hasn’t even begun!

DING DING DING!

Lunam: NOW it has!

Lyons stumbles, caught completely off-guard as Raven rains down a barrage of fists, clubbing forearms, and boots into his ribs, driving him into the corner!

Simone: Oh, come on! Raven jumping Lyons before the bell!

Lunam: He’s not waiting for the formalities! This is about survival! This is the High Stakes Tournament, Belinda!

Raven continues the ambush, stomping Eddie down in the corner, choking him with his boot while Luna claps from ringside. Jasmine shouts at him to back off, but Raven ignores her so she begins a count against him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Raven finally breaks at the count of four before raising his hands innocently, smirking at the jeering crowd!

Crowd: BOOOOO!

Eddie drags himself up and Raven’s right back on him, belly-to-back suplex! He bridges it cradling the inside leg for an early pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Eddie kicks out!

Eddie powers out and rolls to the ropes, clutching his neck. Raven snarls and grabs him by the wrist, twisting into an armbar takedown! Eddie grits his teeth, bridging to relieve pressure. Raven transitions, wrenching the hold tighter and then stomps down onto his arm, wearing him down bit by bit. Raven taunts the jeering fans, arms out and a cocky smile on his face! Alexander then turns around and makes a move against Lyons but Eddie manages to sweep his legs out from under him, then falls back and sends Raven catapulting face-first into the corner - Raven’s face smashing into the top turnbuckle! Eddie stands up and grabs Raven by the back of the head and he begins slamming his face into the corner, with the fans counting along with each strike!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

Eddie lets go and Raven staggers back, only to have Eddie grab him again and spin his around and with a boot to the midsection, Alexander falls back into the corner. Eddie then moves in and mounts the middle turnbuckle, pinning him in as Eddie starts unloading right hands to the skull with the crowd again counting along!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

Raven staggers out of the corner and right into a Pendulum Lariat! Eddie snaps his arm forward, drilling Raven to the mat! The crowd comes alive, firmly behind Eddie Lyons! Eddie shakes off the cobwebs and fires up the fans with a guttural shout, pounding his chest. Raven scrambles to the apron, clutching his jaw and Eddie charges for an Apron Shotgun Dropkick! Raven’s knocked off the apron and crashes against the guardrail! The audience explodes in cheers!

Simone: That’s the Eddie Lyons we know! ‘Unbreakable’ fighting back from the cheap shot!

Eddie slides out, dragging Raven up by the hair and unleashing knife-edge chops that echo through the arena! He Irish whips Raven toward the steel steps but Raven reverses and Eddie crashes knee-first into the steps and goes down clutching his leg! Raven grins cruelly, smelling blood. He stomps Eddie’s leg repeatedly, then grabs his ankle and slams it into the steel steps!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!...

The referee’s count reaches five as Raven does it again before sliding back into the ring!

Lunam: Brilliant strategy by Raven! Take away Lyons’s base, you take away his power and those explosive suplexes.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!...

And Eddie just barely gets back inside before losing on a technicality! Raven’s on him instantly, dragging him to the center and locking in a Boston Crab! Eddie hollers in pain as Raven leans back, intending on breaking Lyons’s spirit by forcing him to tap! Jasmine is right there, checking on him but Eddie is shaking his head, refusing to give Alexander the satisfaction!

Simone: How much longer can Eddie Lyons hold out!?

Eddie claws toward the ropes, sweat pouring down his face, his leg trembling but he finally lunges forward, grasping the bottom rope! The crowd cheers again as Raven holds on and refuses to break!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Raven finally breaks!

Eddie pulls himself up, and Raven meets him with a facewasher boot! Eddie slumps to the mat and Raven drops a standing elbow across his sternum! Another quick pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Eddie kicks out!

Lunam: Eddie Lyons is not giving up! That’s why HE’S the Workhorse of SCW!

Frustration flashes across Raven’s face. He stands, stomping at Eddie’s ribs, then signals for the Kingslayer! He yanks Eddie up by both arms, trying to double hammerlock him but Eddie twists out, drives a martial arts kick into Raven’s side, then another to the chest! He sweeps Raven’s legs and Alexander goes down hard and fast!

Simone: Where is this coming from!?

Lunam: Eddie Lyons is just Unbreakable!

Eddie backs into the corner, limping slightly, and motions for Raven to stand! The moment Alexander does so, Eddie springboards off the middle rope and strikes with a Springboard Lariat! Both men crash down and Eddie hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Raven gets the shoulder up!

The crowd groans, so close to three! Eddie pushes himself up, slapping the mat in frustration. He hauls Raven to his feet, applies a hammerlock for a Hammerlock Cradle Suplex! Eddie bridges for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NO!

Luna Pasilno screams from ringside, pounding the mat!

Lunam: I think even Luna thought it was over!

Simone: Whatever you do, don’t let Alexander hear you say that!

Jasmine warns Luna, but Raven uses the moment to roll under the bottom rope, buying time! Eddie follows but Raven grabs his waistband and yanks him face-first into the ring post! The crowd boos viciously!

Simone: Oh come on! That’s blatant cheating!

Lunam: I know I’m the new guy but that does seem to be obvious where Alexander Raven is concerned.

Raven throws Eddie back inside, springboards off the ropes and hits a Springboard Elbow! He covers again!

ONE!

TWO!

Eddie kicks out HARD!

Raven slaps the mat in frustration! Raven grabs Eddie by the arm, and sets up again for the Kingslayer but Eddie drops to one knee, spins out, and counters into the Deadlift Regal-Plex! The crowd erupts as Eddie bridges!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NO! Raven just barely rolls the shoulder!

Simone: I thought he had him! I swear that was three!

Both men lie on the mat, gasping for air. The referee checks on them as Luna looks nervous now, pacing ringside! Eddie slowly gets to his feet first, pulling down his knee pad. The crowd recognizes what’s coming! He waits. Raven stumbles to his knees, dazed and Eddie charges for a Mane kick but Raven ducks! He spins Eddie around, kicks him in the gut, and hooks both arms … The Kingslayer!

Lunam: It’s over!

He spikes Eddie’s head into the canvas! Raven scrambles for the cover, hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-EDDIE KICKS OUT!!!

The arena explodes. Raven sits back in disbelief, his eyes wide! Luna screams! Raven drags himself up, pulls Eddie by the hair, slapping him across the face! Raven swings a punch but Eddie blocks and answers with a right hand! Another! Another! Eddie attempts a Irish whip but it's reversed! Eddie ducks under a lariat, hooks Raven up and throws him over with a Pumphandle Exploder Suplex!

Simone: What does Raven have to do!?

Lunam: Eddie seems unstoppable as well as Unbreakable!

Raven’s down! Eddie screams to the fans and signals Pridelock! He turns Raven over, locks in the Dragon Sleeper! The crowd’s going wild as Raven thrashes, Luna screaming frantically! Eddie wrenches back! Raven’s fading! He’s almost out! Suddenly the crowd erupts with confusion! Alex Jones comes sprinting down the ramp!

Simone: What the hell is Alex Jones doing here!?

Jones slides into the ring and soccer kicks Raven right in the skull! Jasmine calls for the bell immediately!

DING DING DING!

Lunam: He just got Eddie Lyons disqualified! What in the world!?

Eddie stands there shocked, having had the match won!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a disqualification! Therefore, your winner and advancing to the finals … Alexander Raven!

The crowd boos deafeningly!

Simone: Oh come ON!

Alex and Raven roll, throwing wild punches at each other! Luna screams as Alex rains blows down on Raven’s head! The referee calls for security, but chaos reigns! Raven manages to roll away and crawl to the corner where the stolen SCW World Title belt rests! Raven grabs it but Alex snatches it too! The two struggle over it in a violent tug-of-war until Eddie grabs Alex by the shoulder and spins him around!

Simone: Eddie’s furious! Alex just cost him the match!

Eddie shouts in Alex’s face but Alex fires back, pointing at Raven! The tension explodes, both men nose-to-nose, shouting over the crowd’s roar! Raven slips out under the ropes, clutching the title. Luna helps him retreat up the ramp but suddenly the crowd erupts in cheers!

Lunam: It’s Carter! The champ is here!

Carter charges out from behind the curtain, full sprint!

Simone: Carter wants his belt back!

Carter clobbers Raven from behind, sending him sprawling down the ramp! The title skitters across the floor! Carter pounces, fists flying, Raven fighting back desperately! Luna screams in panic as officials rush down to break it up! Carter snatches the belt but Raven yanks it back, ripping it from his hands! Security swarms in, trying to pull them apart! Raven elbows one guard in the face, grabs the belt, and in a flash he hops the guardrail!

The audience erupts in chaos as Raven staggers through the crowd, holding the title high like a stolen trophy while Carter shouts after him furiously, held back by officials!

Lunam: Raven’s escaping again! He’s taking the World Title through the audience!

Simone: He’s a thief and a coward, but somehow he’s also heading to the High Stakes Finals!

In the ring, Eddie leans on the ropes, seething! Alex looks frustrated, realizing what he’s done! The two lock eyes again the crowd chanting Eddie’s name as he shoves Alex away and rolls out of the ring! Eddie backs up the ramp, shaking his head in disbelief. Alex glares after him, tension thick between them. Meanwhile, Carter stands on the ramp, security restraining him, yelling after Raven who disappears into the stands, the title glinting in his hands!

The camera closes on Carter’s furious face, Eddie’s disappointment, and Luna’s twisted smirk.

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Camera cuts to pitch dark with only a flickering utility light way down the hall. We hear faint humming. The kind children do. Before they burn things. Twisted Sister is seated cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, deep in the shadows. She cradles her collection of macabre dolls made of mismatched limbs, missing eyes, Victorian dresses slashed open and matted with who knows what. She’s rearranging them gently, whispering.

Twisted Sister: No no no… She doesn’t get the knife yet. Bad girls don’t get the knife unless they beg for it…

The sound of plastic and leather scraping the floor. Chucky and Tiffany, living dolls, stroll into frame from the shadows like they belong there. They walk right in front of her. Twisted Sister stops. Blinks. Slowly raises her head with comically wide, fascinated eyes.

The killer dolls stop too. A silent three-way stare-off. No movement. No breathing. Just three types of unstable.

Then Chucky casually side-eyes Tiffany and jerks a thumb back toward Twisted Sister.

Chucky: And I’m the one people call insane.

Tiffany doesn’t break eye contact with Twisted Sister. A smile. Almost maternal.

Tiffany: I think she’s sweet.

They nod once, approvingly, and continue on into the dark without another word. Twisted Sister watches after them intensely. Absolutely transfixed. Like she just saw a unicorn mangle a bishop. Anthrax enters from the opposite side. He looks down at her.

She slowly points in the direction Chucky & Tiffany disappeared. Then looks up at Anthrax and points again. Anthrax leans slightly and squints into the darkness and whatever he sees, causes him to break into a fit of giggles.

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The camera cuts to chaos. Alexander Raven is tearing through the corridor at full sprint, the stolen SCW World Heavyweight Championship wrapped in his arms like he’s cradling forbidden treasure. Luna Pasilno is right on his heels, clearing the path violently.

CRASH!

Luna shoves aside a pair of production assistants, nearly flipping a catering table in the process. Raven clips a tower of folding chairs that scatter like dominoes.

Alexander: Keep up if you can, Carter!

And here he comes behind them! Helluva Bottom Carter, raging, sprinting harder than ever before … murder-speed!

HBCarter: GET BACK HERE WITH MY GODDAMN TITLE!

Workers scatter. A makeup station topples. Someone screams. Raven and Luna burst out the emergency doors and into the parking garage! They don’t stop. Raven practically dives into the driver’s seat of a blacked-out sedan. Luna vaults into the passenger door as it slams shut! He reaches the car JUST as it fishtails, tires screaming! The rear bumper misses him by INCHES! Raven peels out like a thief under gunfire!

Carter SLAMS both fists onto the concrete barrier, chest heaving, enraged beyond measure. That’s when Evelyn Hall arrives with two security guards.

Evelyn Hall: Carter … CARTER! Stop. Stop right now.

He spins on her like a storm barely leashed.

HBCarter: Don’t you “Carter” me! It was YOUR security holding me back! Instead of taking the title off that freak before he escaped!

Security flinches. Evelyn stays calm.

Evelyn Hall: We will recover the championship…

HBCarter: NO! *I* will recover it! I don’t need *your* security slowing me down! They touch me again… They’ll be the ones on the floor!

Carter storms back into the building before she can reply, furious boots echoing through the hall. Evelyn exhales and looks skyward with the patience of a saint tested.

Evelyn Hall: his job sounded far better on paper.

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WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Helluva Bottom Carter © vs TBD

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Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next match is not only the semi-main event but it’s the final semi-final match of the High Stakes Tournament! This one will see Crystal Caldwell take on Alexandra Callaway but there’s more as the woman Crystal and Mercedes cheated to advance in the tournament Harper Mason will serve as the guest ref!

Lunam: There’s rumours abound that Harper will be Mercedes’s next challenger at High Stakes but nothing’s been confirmed as of yet! However this match, as well as the obvious tournament ramifications, could play a big part in that!

Simone: Either way, let’s take it to Justin for the introductions.

Justin: The following is a Special Guest Referee Match, scheduled for one fall and it is a High Stakes Tournament Semi-Final Match!

Jonathon Young’s cover of “New Divide” by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat as her manager Joshua Acquin watches on with approval, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns, she has swapped out her ring attire in favour of a female referee’s attire but is just as focussed as ever.

Justin Decent: Introducing the Special Guest Referee, from Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by Joshua Acquin, she is the “Slaytanic Avenger” HARPER MASON!

Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent, Josh applauds his charge from the outside as they wait her opponent.

Simone: I’m sure Harper will say otherwise but I have my doubts about whether she can call this down the middle given what happened last week.

Lunam: Either way she has Josh at ringside to counteract Mercedes’s interference!

The lights go down and "Cry Little Sister" by Lyric Noel starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made a cocky smirk crosses her face.

Justin: Introducing first, from DALLAS, TX.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!

Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair as she waits for her opponent, Alexandra briefly glances over at Harper and they share a respectful nod.

Simone: Those two have locked up a few times so the respect is clearly there!

Lunam: And probably a mutual hatred for Alexandra’s opponent!

The arena fades to black and as it does we are treated to an old school vintage black and white Hollywood movie countdown.

5

4

3

2

1

As soon as it hits zero that’s the moment that two spotlights land on the curtain and we can see a red carpet being rolled to the ring and at the same time Mo Money Mo Problems by Notorious BIG begins to blast across the speakers.

A gathering of paparazzi stand in front of the curtains and they begin to snap photo after photo as they wait in anticipation for the star to come through the curtains. It isn’t that long until we see Crystal Caldwell along with her manager Mercredes Vargas walking through the curtain. Mercedes smirks as he points at Crystal who strikes a pose as flashes from the cameras go off one after the other. The fans begin to roar with boos and she smiles as Vargas begins to clap her hands for friend and they slowly walk their way to the ring. The crowd showers her with boos but money with Crystal’s face on the bills begin to fall from the sky. Crystal finally reaches the ring where she runs up the steps. She walks to the side of the apron before she throws a pose and jumps landing in a perfect split to enter into the ring. Vargas smirks as he claps for her friend as she screams at the audience.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Hollywood California, representing Mexico City, Mexico, being accompanied by Mercedes Vargas, she is the "THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN" Crystal Caldwell!

Crystal nods her head with a wicked grin as she bounces about and blows a kiss to Todd who smirks. She moves her arms about as Mercedes jumps onto the apron to exchange words with friendt. They wait for the match to begin.

Simone: Crystal has often been called a leech for latching onto Mercedes after the latter won the Internet Title but you can’t deny that it’s been an effective pairing!

Lunam: For all the wrong reasons!

Harper warns Mercedes to stay out of the match before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And our semi-main event is on!

Lunam: This will be good!

Once the bell rings Crystal and Alexandra circle each other before they lock up in the middle of the ring with Harper watching on as the guest ref and Mercedes watching on from ringside, Alexandra takes control in the early going with an armbar though Crystal breaks it by grabbing onto Alexandra’s hair, Harper gives her a harsh warning but Alexandra then fires some closed fists, earning herself a warning from Harper.

Simone: Huh, Harper’s actually calling this down the middle.

Lunam: She’s showing a lot more character than most would in this situation.

Even Alexandra and Mercedes seem shocked that Harper is calling this straight but the first test comes fast as Crystal uses the distraction to score with a small package.

ONE!

TWO!

And Alexandra kicks out and once again, Harper called it fair by applying a normal count, Crystal shakes her head before picking up Alexandra but the Texan scores with a jawbreaker that sends her stumbling back and while Harper checks on Crystal? Alexandra goes for a running Lariat….only for Mercedes to trip her up from the ringside area.

Simone: And here comes the schennigans, this time from Mercedes!

Lunam: Not surprising considering Mercedes is the whole reason Harper is out of the tournament.

Mercedes proceeds to yank Alexandra out of the ring but before Mercedes can do anything else? Josh steps around the ring! Josh is easily bigger than any of the women in this match by a country mile and while he doesn’t get physically involved? He does warn Mercedes to back off while Alexandra returns to the ring and levels Crystal with a running lariat! Alexandra quickly goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

And Crystal kicks out.

Simone: And now we know why Josh came out with Harper, the guy’s 6ft 4, 240ibs and towers over Harper, Mercedes less so since she’s one of the taller women on the roster!

Lunam: I’m just impressed by how long Crystal milked that jawbreaker from Alexandra, it was like she was going for an Oscar!

Josh backs off from Mercedes at ringside and she likewise moves to a different part of the ringside area, meanwhile back in the ring Crystal and Alexandra are trading blows in the middle of the ring while Harper keeps an eye out for any underhanded tactics from either woman, eventually? Crystal bails from the ring after raking Alexandra’s eyes and she regroups in the ringside area where she is joined by Mercedes, this lasts roughly five seconds before Alexandra hits them both with a Suicide Dive! Harper seemingly gets caught up in the moment as she starts hyping up the crowd for a dive of her own but stops mid run when she looks down at her outfit, gives a sheepish shrug to the crowd and starts her count.

Simone: Harper was clearly on cruise control there but she caught herself faster than I can say flyzing zebras!

Lunam: Is it bad that I want to see Jasmine St. John do a Suicide Dive now?

Josh chuckles to himself at ringside but Harper’s count (once she remembers her role) reaches five before Alexandra picks up Crystal and goes for a body slam but Crystal slips out the back and hits a back Suplex! Alexandra’s legs land near the ring ropes conveniently right as Mercedes is getting back to her feet and Crystal goes for a pin!

ONE!

MERCEDES GRABS ONTO ALEXANDRA’S LEGS AND HOLDS THEM DOWN!

TWO!

Harper: HEY! HEY!

Simone: Oh, oh!

Lunam: Mercedes just got caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar!

Mercedes protests her innocence as Harper stops her count upon seeing Mercedes blatantly trying to cheat Alexandra out of her tournament spot the same way she did the week before but Harper’s having none of it and she milks her decision to eject Mercedes from the ringside area for everything it’s worth, clearly enjoying every moment of it! Mercedes and Crystal protest this but Harper stands her ground.

Crowd: Nananana, nananana, hey, hey, hey, goodbye!

Simone: Harper may be impartial but you can tell she enjoyed ejecting Mercedes from the ringside area!

Lunam: And I don’t blame her!

Josh takes it upon himself to march Mercedes up the ramp for good measure but back in the ring Alexandra takes advantage of Crystal’s distraction to scire with a school girl roll-up!

ONE!

TWO!

And Crystal BARELY kicks out! Both women get back to their feet but Alexandra scores with a an uppercut before whipping Crystal across the ring, Crystal reverses and Alexandra goes for a lariat at the same time as Crystal, knocking both woman down!

Simone: And now both Alexandra and Crystal are down!

Lunam: Whoever gets up first will have a huge advantage!

Harper’s restarted count reaches seven before Alexandra stirs and drapes an arm across Crystal’s chest for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Crystal kicks out! But Alexandra gets back to her feet and calls for her finisher!

Simone: Alexandra just called for the Apocalypse!

Lunam: If she can hit this it’s all over!

Alexandra sets Crystal up for her version of the Last Ride but Crystal slips out the back and goes for a roll up.

ONE!

CRYSTAL GRABS THE TIGHTS!

TWO!

AND HARPER CATCHES HER, STOPPING THE COUNT! Crystal tries to argue her innocence but gets caught with a German Suplex from Alexandra which Alexandra bridges!

ONE!

TWO!

And Crystal kicks out! Both women get to their feet but Crystal catches Alexandra with the Chick Kick, stunning her long enough to hit a Hammerlock DDT!

Simone: And there’s Crystal with the Flashing Lights and That’s a Wrap!

Lunam: Stick a fork in Alexanndra, she’s done!

Crystal goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here’s your winner, Crystal Caldwell!

Simone: Crystal advances to the finals over a very game Alexandra!

Lunam: Give credit where it’s do, Harper called it fair!

Harper raises Crystal’s hand in victor before pulling her in close.

Harper: Tell Mercedes that I’m coming for her title!

Simone: And that’s a warning if I ever heard it!

Lunam: Guess it’s down to the bosses to make it official!

Crystal nods before leaving the ring and heading to the back while Harper checks on Alexandra.

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WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
Frankie Holliday © vs TBD

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We cut to the backstage area where we see the Bombshell Roulette Champion Alicia Lukas alongside her challengers tonight, the terrifying Twisted Sister and Bea Barnhart.

Simone: It’s almost Main Event Time and also time for Alicia’s first defence!

Lunam: And all that’s left is to determine the stipulation!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Err, ready ladies?

Bea and Alicia nod while Twisted Sister screams at her and Rocky quickly spins in the wheel, it passes by Ladder Match, Barbed Wire Massacre, Fans Bring The Weapons………

Simone: NOT AGAIN!

……..bra and panties…………..

Lunam: Please for the love of god don’t stop on that! I don’t need to see Twisted Sister in her underwear!

Before finally stopping on………………..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: LUMBERJILL MATCH!

Lunam: OH THANK GOD!

Simone: What he said! But it has been a while since we had a Lumberjill Match! The ring will be surrounded by Bombshells, the goal? Keep the competitors in the ring!

Lunam: Many of whom could challenge for Alicia’s title in the future!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck ladies!

The three women leave to prepare as the scene fades.

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BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Mercedes Vargas © vs Harper Mason

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The broadcast studio camera person is in the backstage hallway where the dressing room for Bea Barnhart is located. The door of her dressing room is open and the camera person politely asks Bea if she is okay with them focusing their camera on her while she prepares to move to the Staging Area to be ready for her Main Event match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

Bea: Of course you are fine focusing your camera on me. I am one of the top Bombshell Superstars in Sin City Wrestling and I am the wrestler favored in the Bombshell Roulette Championship match against the current Champion, Alicia Lukas, and some lame bonehead named Twisted Sister. Let me grab a few items then you can walk along with me as I head to the Staging Area to be ready for my entrance for the Main Event.

Bea steps into the hallway then she turns and heads down the hallway that leads to the staging area where she will make her entrance from.

Bea: I know my husband, Bill, and our English Bulldog, Iris, and mostly likely also our neighbor, Andrew, who took care of Iris for us will be watching the Main Event and they, of course, will be cheering me on.

Bea arrives at an intersection of several hallways and she is directed to remain going straight for now until they inform her which way to turn later down the hallway so Bea continues her walk down the hallway.

Bea: In case anyone watching does not know who is involved in the Main Event, which is the Bombshell Roulette Championship match where I am in this match against Twisted Sister and Alicia Lukas who is the current Bombshell Roulette Champion. Twisted Sister eh? I have seen her in a few matches a long time ago and my opinion of her is that she is like a drunk staggering out of the bar after having too much alcohol to drink and then they fall down and pass out. I will inform those who are watching my comments right now that Twisted Sister is about as much of a threat in my match as a dead Cockroach is as you walk down the street. As for Alicia Lukas? She is an okay wrestler but I am better than her so I have the advantage in our match.

Bea comes to another area where several hallways merge. The crew informs Bea to turn to the right and continue straight and she will quickly arrive at the Staging Area to be ready to make her entrance for the Main Event.

Bea: It will not be long now. I am totally up for this this match as I am finally getting a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship and this time I am entering the match as a challenger to the Champion but I will be walking out of this match as the newly crowned Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion. I will give you a heads up on this match. Place your bets on me, BEA BARNHART, for the win and you will win your bet and walk away with more money than you started with. If you bet on the other two wrestlers in the match you will lose your money and cry. But do not blame me as I tried to warn you.

Bea arrives at the Staging Area and the staff inform her where she is to stand so she will be ready to make her entrance for the Main Event when her entrance music hits the speakers.

Bea: I wish to thank the fans in advance for supporting me all these years. I appreciate when Anthony Amey, the Sports Broadcaster for WSB-TV Channel Two in Atlanta, Georgia, did a survey and the fans preferred me seventy-five percent over twenty-five percent for Alicia Lukas. Your support means a lot to me. I am entering this match as a Challenger and I will exit this match as the newly crowned Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion!!!

The camera person cuts their camera feed and then we wait for Bea to make her entrance for this match.

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NO DISQUALIFICATION - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
Logan Hunter vs Justin Smith

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Simone: It’s Main Event time folks and Alicia Lukas faces her first challenge for the Bombshell Roulette Championship in the form of Twisted Sister and Bea Barnhart!

Lunam: And it stopped on Lumberjill Match! Hence why the ring is surrounded by Bombshells.

The camera pans around the ring showing Harper Mason, Cassie Wolfe, Brooke Shields, Crystal Caldwell, Victoria Lyons, Candy, Bella Madison. Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, Mika Attano, Alexandra Callaway and Ms. Manners.

Simone: Why is Brooke out there? She’s a manager!

Lunam: Guess they grabbed anyone who said yes!

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin in any case!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Bombshell Roulette Title Match! Thanks to a spin of the wheel we know that it’ll be a Lumberjill Match!

Hollywood Undead's "Day Of The Dead" begins to play and the crowd hushes as they turn their attention towards the stage. The curtains fly open and the first to appear is Doctor Kraven Moorehead, escorting none other than Anthrax who is riding -- a child's tricycle!? And HE is pulling behind him, riding in a little red wagon, the violently psychotic tandem of the Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister, known collectively as Heavy Metal Mania.

Justin: Introducing the challengers, first from the Asylum! Accompanied by Doctor Kraven Moorehead, Iron Maiden and Anthrax, Twisted Sister!

The fans stare with wide eyed awe at these lunatics as they arrive at ringside. The two women shriek at the top of their lungs and laugh as they are herded by the 'good doctor' from their ride and towards the ring. The women screech and lunge at the fans, causing the crowd to jump back, before the finally roll into the ring. Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden run around the ring, hitting the ropes and the corner, screaming and laughing until the Doctor escorts them to the corner and Anthrax flops onto his chest and stomach, chin on his curled fingers while he kicks his legs idly and watches for the opposition.

Simone: All these years after Twisted Sister’s debut and we STILL don’t know where Christian found her!

Lunam: Are we even sure he remembers?

WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.

Justin: And from Lawrenceville, Georgia, BEA BARNHART!

Simone: Bea is often one of the first picks for a Roulette Champ’s first challenger, or a new champ in general!

Lunam: And tonight’s no different!

"I still wear this crown"

"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: And from Atlanta, Georgia, she is the Strong Style Southern Belle and the reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion, ALICIA LUKAS!

Simone: Alicia has a lot to prove in her first defence, especially with Harper among the Lumberjills!

Lunam: She did dethrone Harper after all!

Jacob goes over the rules with all three women before calling for the bell.

Simone: And the Main Event is underway!

Lunam: This will be good!

DING DING DING!

Once the bell rings Bea and Alicia start trading blows in the middle of the ring while the Lumberjills and Twisted Sister watch on, eventually? Twisted Sister gets bored of waiting her turn and starts throwing punches at both Alicia and Bea, until Bea and Alicia grab Twisted Sister by the hair and throw her outside the ring by the entrance ramp where the nearest Lumberjills are Ms. Manners, Bella and Zenna, Ms. Manners is the first to make a move on Twisted Sister as she goes to roll Twisted Sister back into the ring only for Twister Sister to scream in Ms. Manners’s face, sending SCW’s resident Karen running and screaming in terror through the audience.

Simone: ……….I think we just lost one of the Lumberjills.

Lunam: And Ms. Manners needs a change of underwear!

Alicia shakes her head in bemusement but Bea comes up behind her with a School Girl roll up for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Alicia kicks out! Meanwhile Twisted Sister gets back in the ring on her own because the rest of the Lumberjills are watching Ms. Manners leg it through the audience but when Twisted Sister does get back in the ring? She knocks down the champ and fellow challenger with a double clothesline.

Simone: It should be noted that Twisted Sister has never really been the most technically sound wrestler, and we’re being REALLY generous there, but she has the fundamentals down.

Lunam: Emphasis on mental as everyone just found out! And I guess Iron Maiden has taken Ms. Manners’s place!

Simone: Do you want to argue with her about that Erick?

Lunam: …………not really.

Twisted Sister mounts Bea and fires some wild punches for good measure (through a few of them miss) before going for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bea kicks out! Twisted Sister then picks up Bea and throws her out of the ring, the nearest Bombshells (namely Cassie, Harper and Mika) throw Bea back into the ring only for Twisted Sister to throw her back out, this continues for a few minutes with Twisted Sister rambling incoherently all the way until Alicia scores with a bridging German Suplex!

ONE!

Simone: Twisted Sister DOES understand the rules, right?!

TWO!

Lunam: You try explaining them to her!

And Twisted Sister kicks out!

Simone: Well if nothing else? Alicia’s pin attempt allowed the Lumberjills to do their job!

Lunam: After Twisted Sister scared one away! Do you think Ms. Manners is still running?

Indeed, Bea is finally back in the ring and is throwing punches at Alicia as she gets up to her feet, that is until Twisted Sister bangs their heads together, knocking Alicia down and sending Bea back outside the ring again though this time the lumberjills send her back into the ring without interference from Twisted Sister, mostly because the insane one has mounted Alicia and is throwing punches, this time though? Alicia catches a punch and them Twisted Sister in a Triangle Choke!

Simone: Alicia might get the submission here!

Lunam: Especially if Bea can’t break it up in time and get Twisted Sister out of that hold!

The Lumberjills are watching intently as Twisted Sister struggles in Alicia’s hold! But right as Twisted Sister seems ready to tap? Bea comes off the top rope with a Frog Splash on both opponents! Bea throws Alicia out of the ring and while the Lumberjills are busy getting her back inside the ring? Bea goes for a pin on Twisted Sister!

ONE!

TWO!

And Alicia pulls Bea outside the ring to break it up! Alicia then enters the ring of her own accord and goes for a pin on Twisted Sister!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bea breaks it up!

Simone: That’s two back to back pin attempts by Bea and Alicia!

Lunam: On Twisted Sister at that!

Bea picks up Alicia but Alicia rocks her with a Forearm Shot, Alicia then goes for a punch but Bea counters it into her Sleeping Pill! The Sleeper Hold is in! For about five seconds before Twisted Sister breaks it up with a running Axe Handle to the back! Alicia rolls towards the ring ropes before Twisted Sister goes for a pin on Bea!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bea kicks out! Twister Sister picks up Bea but Bea catches her, ready for the Bea Bulldog but Twisted Sister pushes her off mid-move and Alicia catches Bea with a Belly to Belly to the outside!

Simone: That was a rough landing for Bea!

Lunam: I think she’s out of the match!

Twisted Sister then attacks Alicia with some blows before going to whip her across the ring! However Alicia reverses and gets Twisted Sister onto her shoulders before dropping her with the GTS!

Simone: Georgia Drop! Alicia hits it!

Lunam: Twisted Sister is out! Stick a fork in her, she’s done!

Alicia goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here’s your winner and STILL Bombshell Roulette Champion, ALICIA LUKAS!

Simone: Alicia retains in a chaotic match!

Lunam: We might be seeing Alicia’s next challenger among the sea of Bombshells around the ring!

Alicia celebrates her win while the Lumberjills watch on!

Simone: She did it! Alicia Lukas survives the chaos of Roulette once again and is still your Bombshell Roulette Champion!

Lunam: She proves why she calls herself one of the most decorated Bombshells alive! What a statement win heading into the biggest week of the year!

Inside the ring, Alicia Lukas stands tall, clutching the Roulette Championship tight to her chest. She’s breathing hard but she is radiating absolute dominance. Her arm is raised by the referee as she steps onto the middle rope, holding the title high!

Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it has been here at the Leavey Center!

Lunam: And we are just seven days away from SCW’s most anticipated night of the year! The Halloween edition of Climax Control!

Simone: The Finals of BOTH High Stakes Tournaments! The crowning of two contenders headed to High Stakes XV and a show that is guaranteed to be unforgettabl!

In the ring, Alicia holds the title over her shoulder! She taps the faceplate of the championship before raising it one last time for the hard camera.

Lunam: Thank you all for joining us tonight! We’ll see you next week, for the Halloween edition of SCW Climax Control!

The final visual is Alicia Lukas alone in the ring, under the lights, her championship high in the air as the screen slowly fades…

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!