Mz Holly Wood:: Hey, I'm one of your few friends you have here. It's my job to ask you why you are slacking if that's what I see. I do it to everyone. You, Song, should be willing to take it like everyone else.

Mz Holly Wood speaks urgently.

Song: I know that, but save it for the one-on-one matches. Not in matches where I don't know all my opponents, if I start the match or come in last. If it's 7 or 10 of us in the match...

Song is acknowledging.

Mz Holly Wood:: My job doesn't change based on the matches you wrestlers are booked in. So I shouldn't change my ways.

Mz Holly Wood speaks matter-of-factly.

Song: I didn't ask you to, but just like you are allowed to do that, I'm allowed to walk away and end the segment.

Song concedes.

Mz Holly Wood:: And I'm allowed to call you out on it.

Mz Holly Wood is determined.

Song: Which brings us here. So what was your point again?

Song challenges.

Mz Holly Wood:: Why you sucked ass today in the ring. Yeah, I'm on my game, bitch. You ain't.

Mz Holly Wood speaks bluntly.

Song: Hey, I'm allowed an off night, and whether you like it or not, you should back me up on that, even when you do your job and give me shit.

Song is defensive.

Mz Holly Wood:: Then try winning your next match.

Mz Holly Wood nods.

Song: I don't need to try, I will win it!

Song speaks confidently.

Mz Holly Wood:: Good! I'll be watching!

Mz Holly Wood smirks.

Song: Well, wait, I mean, if I lose, don't go hard on me unless it was clean.

Song is hesitant.

Mz Holly Wood:: Hell no, I don't want to hear that. You just win and stop looking for a cop-out.

Mz Holly Wood speaks firmly.

Song: Fine!

Song speaks resolutely.

Mz Holly Wood:: Fine!

Mz Holly Wood is determined. Camera man sees nothing more is coming of this and fades elsewhere.

The field was thick with talent in this year's top category, as both the Supestars and Bombshells fought all year to achieve immortality in the minds of the SCW Universe. But as close as the field was, one name managed to rise above each and every one; the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, Finn Whelan. Currently in his ninth month of his current reign, and along with a dominant stint as World Mixed Tag Team Champion, there has been literally no stopping Finn who suffered only a single pinfall loss in that time. And as dominant as Finn has been since winning the championship this past February, one can only wonder how he'll follow this up!

Julianna DiMaria is with her SCW Bombshells Internet Championship and she's looking like someone who has become pretty numb to it all at this point. She's not mad. She's more stoic than anything, but she's got enough on her mind to express her thoughts.

Julianna: You know what? It is what it is. I get it now. I'll never have any fucking respect around here because from basically last year's High Stakes on, it's been a bunch of bullshit. It seems that lately, every time I expect better out of someone, they fall into the same fucking trap and the same fucking bullshit as the person before them. It's the same old shit with people throwing things against the wall at me thinking that it's going to work for them, but it didn't work for Alexandra Calaway when I beat her ass all over again a few weeks ago and it flopped so badly for the nameless bitch that I had beaten prior to Calaway that she ran away and quit. So I thought MAYBE with Bella, I'd get an upgrade over that bullshit aaaaand… it's the same old shit.

Julianna rolls her eyes at this point.

Julianna: It's the same whining bullshit I hear from basically every opponent about how I belittle people and talk down to people and how I act as if I'm better than everyone and I'm just listening to this spiel rolling my eyes, feeling like I'm in a fucking groundhog's day loop because I've owned what I'm ALWAYS criticized for over and over and over again. This just goes to show you how soft much of this division is and it is highly unfortunate. I'm not going to apologize for having such a sharp tongue, but what I am going to apologize for is that people like Alexandra and Bella are so god damn soft. You know why people like you complain about this, Bella? Because I don't lose.

Julianna makes her exit, clearly carrying the attitude that she's just about had it with the repetitive nonsense she's been dealing with lately.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Bombshell Internet Championship. Introducing first… hailing from San Deigo, California. She is the current Bombshell Internet Champion… Julianna DiMaria.

"Paranoid" hits the speakers as Julianna DiMaria appears on the stage, greeted by some boos from the fans in attendance. She ignores them and she raises the belt high above her head with a smile before heading down to the ring with a confident, focused look on her face. Once she heads inside the ring. She raises the belt once more with a confident smirk before moving to the corner, where she places the belt on her shoulder. she cracks her knuckles, indicating she's ready to fight and afterward does the "talk to the hand" gesture toward all the fans that are booing her, displaying another touch of arrogance to get the fans against her even more, as she scoffs at the reaction she's getting as the song fades and she waits for what's coming next.

Justin: And her opponent…hailing from New York, New York… Bella Madison.

Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day's "Shut up" begins to blare. The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.

The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with a ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.

Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.

The ref moves in and takes the belt from DiMaria and shows it to Madison, who briefly touches it and the ref moves to the corner and hands off the belt before indicating for the bell to be rung…

DING DING DING!

DiMaria and Madison circle the ring before stopping and moving in, as DiMaria tries to grab Madison, but Madison dodges and instead she grabs DiMaria around the waist, however, DiMaria quickly looks a way out of the move, and she slips an arm through a gap, and she breaks the waist lock and counters and she grabs Madison around the waist and lifts her up and plants her face down onto the mat. Madison rolls away and quickly gets to a knee as DiMaria moves away as she keep an eye on Madison.

Simone: DiMaria tries to get the early advantage of grabbing Madison, but Madison dodges and grabs DiMaria around the waist, however, she manages to slip free and counters by lifts Madison up and planting her down hard onto the mat.

Adams: DiMaria doesn't take advantage of it and Madison rolls away.

Madison checks her face before making her way to her feet as she and DiMaria circle the ring once more before moving in, as Madison goes to lock up, but DiMaria ducks and goes to grab Madison around the waist, but Madison grabs DiMaria's arm, which doesn't allow DiMaria to lock in the waist lock. Madison grabs at DiMaria's wrist and then begins to adjust her grip and bends DiMaria arm back slightly before fully locking in the wrist lock, but DiMaria quickly seeks a way out of it and she flips herself forward and then kips up and counters the wrist lock into one of her own before bending Madison's arm back and dragging her down to her knees, and lock in a hammerlock.

Adams: Madison takes a moment before climbing back to her feet, as she and DiMaria circle the ring once more, as Madison prepares to lock up but DiMaria ducks and grabs Madison around the waist, but she can't fully lock it in and Madison grabs DiMaria's wrist and locks in a wrist lock.

Simone: DiMaria very quickly finds a way out and counters the wrist lock into one of her own, where she turns it into a hammerlock.

Madison grimaces in pain, as DiMaria drags Madison up to her feet and breaks the hammerlock and locks in a headlock before dragging her down to the mat. Right away Madison gets her legs up and around DiMaria neck and DiMaria kicks her legs out and slips free of the headscissors and both quickly make their way back to the feet. They circle the ring once more before moving in and locking up, where they jockey for position briefly before Madison breaks and grabs DiMaria into a headlock and right away DiMaria tries to hunt for an exit, as she pulls down Madison, but Madison doesn't release and follows DiMaria and even drops to a knee a couple of times.

Simone: The discomfort of that move is shown on Madison's face. DiMaria breaks the hammerlock and turns it into a headlock and down to the mat.

Adams: Madison quickly gets her legs up and around DiMaria's neck, which this is brief as DiMaria slips free and they get back to their feet.

Simone: DiMaria isn't about to give up her title in a hurry here. As they circle the ring once more before moving in and locking up, where they jockey for position before Madison breaks and locks in a headlock. And right away DiMaria tries to find a way out.

DiMaria then begins throw punches into Madison's stomach and this forces Madison to break and DiMaria pushes her away and Madison heads towards the ropes and bounces off them but at the same time DiMaria drops to the mat waiting for Madison to leap over but instead Madison drops and rolls and gets back to her feet as does DiMaria. DiMaria charges but Madison side steps her and directs her towards the ropes. This time DiMaria bounces of the ropes and Madison drops to the mat and DiMaria this time shoulder rolls over her.

Adams: DiMaria catches Madison in the stomach a few times, which forces Madison to release and DiMaria pushes her away, where Madison hits the ropes and bounces off them, where DiMaria drops to the mat and Madison rolls past her. They both get to their feet and DiMaria charges but Madison dodges her and sends her towards the ropes as this time DiMaria repeats Madison's shoulder roll.

They both make it back to their feet and Madison moves towards DiMaria and DiMaria direct Madison towards the ropes this time and she instead goes for a wild swing, which Madison ducks and bounces off the ropes opposite and as she comes back DiMaria tries for a high elbow, which Madison dodges and she grabs DiMaria's hand and she whips her into the ropes and this time Madison swings wildly but DiMaria dodges it by forward rolling and Madison turns and approaches DiMaria but DiMaria stays down and trips Madison up and she drops down and goes for a pin…

Simone: Both get back to their feet, as Madison moves towards DiMaria but DiMaria directs Madison towards the ropes and DiMaria tries to catch Madison, but Madison sees it coming as DiMaria tries for a high elbow, but it dodged and Madison this time grabs DiMaria's hand and tries for a wild swing of her own, but DiMaria dodges and stands on single knee.

ONE!

Kickout!

Adams: DiMaria trips Madison up and goes for a cover and Madison kicks out.

DiMaria makes her way back to her feet with Madison taking her time, but for a reason as she now sends DiMaria back down to the mat and goes for a pin…

ONE!

DiMaria bridges and slips free from the pin, she gets cocky for a moment but Madison grabs DiMaria and drags her back down and goes for another pin attempt…

Simone: Madison is back to her feet and she sends DiMaria down to the mat with a pin of her own and she kicks out and gets cocky and Madison drags DiMaria back down to the mat for another pin.

ONE!

Kickout!

DiMaria kicks out, as Madison gets to her feet and backs away, while DiMaria stays on single knee, and they stare each other down before Madison rushes in and looks to go for a boot, but DiMaria catches it and then slowly rises up, as Madison tries to keep her balance as she pleads a little with DiMaria but DiMaria shakes her head and then hits a dragon screw. Madison stays down holding her leg, as DiMaria makes her way back to her feet and begins to stomps on Madison and then proceeds to focus on the leg she just attacked and stomps on that a few times, as she then grabs Madison's foot and lifts it up before dropping down and then locks in a leg lock.

Adams: DiMaria kicks out again, as Madison makes her way to feet, while DiMaria stays on a single knee. As they take a moment, but Madison rushes in and looks to catch DiMaria off guard, but DiMaria catches her foot.

Simone: Big mistake there, as DiMaria climbs to her feet and hits a dragon screw and from there she punishes Madison.

Madison grimaces in pain as she tries to break free with little luck, as DiMaria grips a little tighter, Madison sits up as she grabs at DiMaria hands as she tries to break the grip before throwing a punch, which DiMaria dodges as Madison before driving an elbow into DiMaria's leg. DiMaria doesn't flinch at first but a few more shots and from Madison and DiMaria releases and Madison rolls away from DiMaria towards the ropes. DiMaria glares at Madison as she makes her way to feet and rubs her leg, as Madison leans up against the ropes and rubs her leg and stretches it.

Adams: Clever of DiMaria to slowly Madison down. As she works over her leg. But the punishment is only temporary, as Madison fires in an elbow on DiMaria's leg, which she doesn't release at first, but then does and Madison rolls away towards the ropes and tries to recover there.

DiMaria moves in but the ref keeps her back, which DiMaria tries again but again the ref keeps her back, as Madison grabs the ropes and pulls herself to her feet and DiMaria rushes past the ref and charges at Madison, but Madison is ready for her and gets an elbow up and DiMaria runs into it. DiMaria stumbles away holding her face and Madison rushes forward grabbing DiMaria's head and hits a running bulldog and before turning and goes for a cover…

Simone: DiMaria tries to move in but is blocked by the ref. She tries once more but still blocked as Madison pulls herself up to her feet and DiMaria charges in but Madison gets an elbow up and catches DiMaria. This gives DiMaria an opening and hits a running bulldog and into a cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

DiMaria kicks out, as Madison once again flexes her leg and then makes her way to feet, where she grabs DiMaria by the hair and drags her up, where she Irish whips her into the nearest corner and then follows up with a yakuza kick. DiMaria drops down into the corner and Madison takes a few steps back and then rushes in and hits a cannon ball onto DiMaria. She rolls off and then grabs DiMaria's foot and drags her from the corner and then goes for a pin…

Adams: DiMaria kicks out, as Madison continues to recover the best she can, as she approaches DiMaria and pulls her up. She Irish whips into a corner and follows up with a yakuza kick. DiMaria is rocked and Madison hits a cannon ball and goes for a cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Th… kickout.

Madison slaps the mat, as she pushes DiMaria onto her stomach and the proceeds to set up and lock in the bow and arrow submission, which DiMaria grimaces in pain, as she reaches out towards the ropes hoping to reach them. Madison but a little more pressure on DiMaria's neck, as DiMaria shakes her head before driving an elbow into Madison's knee a few times, which forces Madison to release and DiMaria rolls off Madison's leg as Madison holds her knee before slowly making her way back to her feet.

Simone: DiMaria kicks out and Madison is quickly back on her and rolls her onto her stomach and goes for a bow and arrow submission.

Adams: DiMaria's face is etched with pain, as she seeks a way out before finding a way out of her predicament with a couple of elbows to Madison's knee.

She moves to DiMaria, where she pulls her up to her feet and DiMaria surprises Madison with a slap to the face and before Madison can recoil back, DiMaria grabs Madison and hits jawbreaker and Madison stumbles backwards and up against the ropes, as DiMaria holds her head for a second before rising up and charging in and delivers a clothesline on Madison and sends her out of the ring.

Simone: Madison moves back to DiMaria, where she grabs her and pulls her up, where she delivers a slap to Madison's face. Madison is caught by surprise and is caught some more with a jawbreaker.

Adams: She is rocked from that and DiMaria then rushes in and sends Madison out of the ring.

DiMaria drops to a knee as she takes her time to recover, while Madison sits on the outside and holds her jaw as she recovers from that as quickly as possible, as the ref checks on both women before beginning a count…

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Madison takes her time.

Madison slowly climbs to her feet, as she gives her a leg a stretch one more before rubbing her jaw.

THREE!

FOUR!

DiMaria moves to the ropes and invites her into the ring, which Madison looks on with suspicion.

FIVE!

SIX!

Adams: Nice of DiMaria offering Madison a way back into the ring.

Simone: yeah… don't be fooled.

Madison moves forward and climbs onto the apron and then hesitantly steps through the ropes, but DiMaria quickly gets off the ropes and proceeds to kick Madison in the chest as bends through the ropes. DiMaria grabs Madison and pulls her through the ropes, where she hits forward Russian legsweep before pouncing and locks in the "Mercedes Bends" - (Bridging Fujiwara Armbar), but Madison is too close to the ropes, and she gets a foot up onto the bottom and the ref informs DiMaria and she quickly lets go.

Simone: There you go. There is DiMaria's ulterior motive, as she kicks Madison in the chest as she steps through the ropes.

Adams: DiMaria follows up with a Russian legsweep and then she tries for a submission hold. But Madison is too close to the ropes and gets a foot on the bottom rope and forces DiMaria to release.

She rises to her feet and grabs Madison and drags her up to her feet, where she then sends Madison towards the ropes, which Madison bounces off them and zips past DiMaria, who wildly swings and as she turns to face Madison, Madison comes back and leaps onto the ropes and hits the "Beautiful Disaster" (Off the ropes springboard enziguri). DiMaria goes down but sits up surprised by the enziguri. Madison is back to her feet and rushes in and hits a shining wizard before dashing towards the ropes and climbs them and hits the "Second Gen" (Phoenix Splash.)

Simone: she climbs to her feet and takes Madison with her, as she looks to finish her off, but Madison surprises DiMaria with a springboard enziguri and sends her down to the mat. She follows up with a shining wizard.

Adams: She finally finishes DiMaria with the Second Gen and goes for a cover.

She then hooks DiMaria's leg…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Madison has done it. She beats DiMaria.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match… and NEEEEEWWWWW Bombshell Internet champion… Bella Madison.

Madison's music hits over the p.a, as she rolls off DiMaria and sits on the mat for the moment, as she takes in what she has just done, as she rubs her knee and shoulder before making her way to her feet, as the ref hands her the Internet Championship and Madison raises it high in celebration.

What more can you say about the man who won the World Heavyweight Championship in the tournament hand selected by the great J2H himself? Finn Whelan was among the elite and overcame all obstacles to become a two-time champion. His only loss during the past nine plus months was in a tag team match. Otherwise, his record has been spotless! Few others can boast such accomplishments as Finn Whelan!

We are watching the fans enjoying themselves after another great match has ended, we see the camera's move past the crowd to have them raise their signs as well as some lucky lovebirds use it as a kiss cam to a huge pop from the crowd.

Simone: It's a great thing to see the crowd enjoy our shows wouldn't you agree Jason??

Adams: I totally agree Belinda, this is what makes shows like this so special.

The camera notice some of the fans look back and point to a ringside area as the camera spots two rather familiar faces sitting there while enjoying the show as well as signing autographs to some lucky fans as a SC Dub chant is starting.

Simone: I have a feeling someone familiar is in the crowd Jason

Adams: You are right, OH MY GOD!!!!

The camera stops in front of retired wrestler and Hall of Famer Goth along with his wife Melissa as they are enjoying the crowd reception as he lifts his hand in the air as he acknowledges the fans and waves towards them as Melissa is seen applauding him as she pretends to be one of the fans giving him a huge ovation.

We see Pussy Willow walk up towards the couple who have a Sin City Wrestling history as she tries to get a word with them

Pussy Willow: Goth, what a lovely surprise to see you and your beautiful bride in attendance, how are you two doing??

Goth looks at his wife who winks at him before turning his attending his attention towards Willow.

Goth: Like every other retired human being, I feel old and every bone inside my body is aching.

This is being met by laughter from the fans as he gives a smirk

Goth: Just messing with you Willow, I am having a great time while watching the show with my wife. Making me feel relieved that I am retired. These men and women are kicking ass, I have had my final match and I have no regrets whatsoever

Pussy Willow: That's great to hear Goth, but what about you Melissa??

The crowd gives a loud pop for the former Bombshell Roulette and Internet champion, who smirks as now it is Goth who irks her on to say something

Melissa: Well honestly?? Is there anyone out there that wants me back in this joint???

The crowd reacts with a loud pop

Melissa: I am surprised that you guys remember me, but you know something? There are some unfinished business that I could and decide to come back when the time is right. But right now?? Well all I can say is… We will see.

She gives her husband a wink before turning back towards Willow.

Melissa: But right now I got an old senile man to take care off, I don't want him to wonder off to the back and do something silly

The crowd laughs out loud at this remark as Goth pouts his lips as the shot heads to the back

They say behind every great man is a great woman and even in the world of fantasy roleplaying, that appears to be true. Because behind the man of Finn Whelan is a young woman named Erin who has this uncanny ability to pull mind blowing RPs from out of nowhere. Whether she has a building storyline or is just 'winging it', Erin has been nothing short of both dominant as well as consistent. This award means the most out of every one offered because it comes from the peers she works with each and every week.

Justin: Our next match for this event is a Roulette Championship match pitting the current Roulette Champion, Alexander Raven, against the challenger of Aiden Reynolds.

Adams: This should prove to be an exciting match as we have two Australians going at it for the Roulette Championship and I predict Aiden Reynolds will pull off the win.

Simone: Dream on Jason! Aiden is not going to be able to hang with Alexander Raven.

Adams: What we have in this match is a very interesting situation. On June 9, 2024, Aiden Reynolds defeated Eddie Lyons for the Roulette Championship. Then on June 23, 2024, Alexander Raven defeated Aiden Reynolds and gained possession of the Roulette Championship. Both Alexander and Aiden want to walk away from this match as the Roulette Champion.

Simone: I look at it like this Jason. Had Aiden Reynolds wanted to retain the Roulette Championship he would have retained it but he did not. And now, in this match, Aiden faces Alexander Raven who defeated him for the Roulette Championship less than a month after he earned it.

Adams: Do not place any bets on your selection for the winner of this match Belinda as you will lose the bet.

Justin: First to make their way to the ring, they are from Queensland. Australia, and they come into this match at six feet one inch in height and two hundred twenty pounds, please give a great Tucson, Arizona, welcome for AIDEN REYNOLDS!!!

The opening riff of Parkway Drive's "VICE GRIP" hits the speakers. The high speed gives way to Aiden Reynolds stepping out onto the stage with his fist in the air and a black leather jacket with "THE AUDDIE WOLF" spray painted on the back. Aiden 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!!!" Aiden leaps onto the apron and takes a few steps backwards before sling-shoting himself into the ring and spinning around and then stops and drops to one knee slamming his fist into the mat. After a few moments Aide Reynolds makes his way to a corner to await the arrival of Alexander Raven.

Justin: Next to make their way to the ring, they are from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, and they come into this match at six feet two inches in height and two hundred twenty-five pounds, please give a great Tucson, Arizona, welcome for ALEXANDER RAVEN!!!

The lights begin to dim as the opening melody of "WATCH THE WORLD BURN" vibrates through the arena speakers. Alexander Raven slowly steps out onto the stage, metal pipe in one hand, and the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship Belt around his waist. Alexander comes to a stop at the center of the top of the ramp and looks over the crowd and then he glares down at the ring where Aiden Reynolds is located. Raven then points to the Roulette Championship Belt that is around his waist then he motions to Aiden that there is no chance in hell he will win the Roulette Championship from him tonight. A cacophony of boos from the crowd rises up but Alexander does not care what they think. The entrance music continues with the lyrics "YEAH I GOT VOICES IN MY HEAD AGAIN SO TREAD CAREFULLY" bellowing around the arena. Raven then slowly begins to walk down the ramp to the ring. Alexander has a slow and measured stride as he takes his time to get to the ring. As he walks down he swings the pipe towards the outstretched hands of the fans at ringside and he irks them by threatening to take their heads off if they get too close. As Alexander Raven gets to the ring steps he stops and bounces from side to side. Further boos and disdain from the raucous crowd. "I WILL BRANDISH A WEAPON AND TEACH ALL OF YOU MOTHERF***ERS A LESSON" Raven then slams the pipe down several times on the steps before throwing it down right next to them while climbing the steps rapidly. Walking the length of the apron to his right, Alexander his feet aggressively on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes into the ring. The crowd is roaring their displeasure as he runs to the opposite ropes throwing his arms out wide to his sides bathing in the vitriol. He checks the buttons at his wrists on his shirt and begins to slowly pace the ramp side of the ring. Raven stops and faces across the ring to where Aiden Reynolds is located and again Alexander Raven points to the Roulette Championship around his waist.

Simone: Oh, Justin, you are about to witness the beatdown of the ages when Alexander Raven defeats Aiden Raynolds and walks away as still the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion.

Adams: Wishful thinking Belinda.

Justin: And now it is time for Rocky Mountains to spin the Roulette Wheel to determine what type of match this Roulette Championship match is going to be.

Rocky Mountains gives the Roulette Wheel a hefty spin. As the wheel starts to slow down everyone is anxious to see where the wheel lands. Finally the Roulette Wheel stops on a spot.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The Roulette Wheel has landed on the spot marked KNOCK OUT ONLY as the way to win this match. Adding to this type of match it allows that anything the wrestlers can find to use as weapons against each other is fair game. And the final item is that the knockout can happen either inside the ring or at ringside. Enjoy!

Adams: I already know that Aiden Reynolds is going to have a great time with this type of match.

Simone: Same goes for Alexander Raven.

Referee Dawn Barnes motions for Alexander Raven and Aiden Reynolds to join her in the center of the ring. She runs down the type of match which is a win is obtained by knocking out your opponent. She then reminds them that the additional stipulations on the match is that anything available can be used as a weapon. Referee Dawn Barnes asks if they have any questions about the match stipulations and both state they understand and that they are ready to go. Referee Barnes tells both wrestlers to return to their corners and when they hear the bell from the Timekeeper to start the match they are to come out fighting. As soon as Raven and Reynolds return to their corners the Timekeeper rings the bell.

DING DING DING!

Adams: Here we go!

Simone: This is going to be a great match.

Raven and Reynolds run out of their corners and the two slam into each other in the center of the ring. They immediately start trading blows and kicks but neither is backing down. Referee Dawn Barnes stays close to the action but she is not there to count a pin attempt or break up the fight as the rules are Knockout Only. As Alexander and Aiden continue trading blows, kicks, and punches, neither wrestler is ready to back down from the other.

Adams: Nice to watch both wrestling going all-out without letting up and without backing down from the other.

Simone: This is one of those rare times where I fully agree with you Jason.

Both Alexander and Aiden appear they are ready to tear into each other but they also know the other can retaliate in kind so both are taking it a little on the cautious side so that neither of them gets taken by surprise. They slowly approach each other and they lock up and work hard to get the advantage over the other. As they continue pushing and pulling Alexander manages to back Aiden into a corner. Raven wastes no time thinking about what to do next as he starts laying hard fists to the side of the head of Reynolds. Although some of the blows are blocked by Aiden the other blows land. Raven stops throwing punches and then grabs the arm of Aiden and goes to whip him across the ring into the opposite corner but Reynolds reverses it on Raven and he whips Alexander hard into the corner. Raven takes a few steps out of the corner but he does not get far before Reynolds hits him with a reverse elbow to Raven driving Alexander back into the corner. Aiden then maneuvers to the center of the ring then he runs quickly and then he spins to land a kick to the head of Raven but Raven manages to block the kick.

Adams: Aiden had the advantage there for a moment but missing the kick to the head of Raven turned things around.

Simone: Yep. That happens in matches.

Raven quickly lands a boot to the face of Reynolds causing Aiden to stop mid-stride and it appears he is slightly shaken from the kick to his face. Alexander does not wait to find out as he starts landing numerous types of punches to the head, face, and upper body of Aiden. Just as Raven is about to land a second round of punches Reynolds leaps up and lands a kick to the side of the head of Alexander which drops Raven to his knees. When Aiden does not immediately follow up on the punches we are wondering what is going on.

Adams: That seems like an odd decision by Aiden Reynolds to stop landing blows and kicks when it might lead to an advantage in the match.

Simone: Well, Jason, I told you that I thought Aiden Reynolds lacked the aggressive attitude that Alexander Raven has.

Aiden Reynolds exits the ring and he starts looking under the ring to find something he can use as a weapon. Although this is something to expect in a match like this by Aiden backing off on his attack on Alexander Raven allows Raven times to recover.

Adams: Although I understand in a match like this that using weapons is part of the match but I also feel if you obtain an advantage in the match you should immediately follow up on the advantage.

Simone: Well, Jason, when this match is over and Alexander Raven is declared the winner then you will believe me and listen to me in the future.

Aiden finds several items under the ring and he pulls out a metal trash can and a metal baseball bat. Reynolds tosses the trash can into the ring and then he climbs the steps and enters the ring while holding the baseball bat. Raven is getting to his feet and the two are glaring at each other and the looks on their faces tells us both are ready for some hardcore action.

Simone: This is going to be interesting.

Aiden starts walking across the ring, holding the baseball bat, toward Alexander who is holding the metal trash can. A lot can happen with the items available so we watch intently to see what happens. As Reynolds approaches Raven we watch as Alexander swings the trash can at Aiden who successfully deflects the trash can using the baseball bat. Reynolds quickly swings the baseball bat but Raven blocks the blow with the trash can. This continues back and forth for a time and we watch as the metal trash can is getting severely dented but the metal baseball bat appears to be holding up. Raven tosses the battered trash ca over the ropes where it lands on the arena floor. Seeing that Alexander does not have the trash can available to him Aiden approaches him swinging the baseball bat in a threatening manner.

Adams: Looks like the trash can is out of play giving the advantage to Aiden Reynolds.

Simone: Oh, Jason, you are so quick to assume something. Alexander Raven has been in enough Hardcore Rules matches so he knows what he is doing.

Aiden Reynolds approaches Alexander Raven who is standing in the corner. Aiden swings the baseball bat but Alexander drops down and the bat barely misses him. While he is down Raven delivers a vicious crotch shot to Reynolds. Alexander Raven slides out of the ring and heads to the table where the Timekeeper is located. On the table of the Timekeeper are two bells used by the Timekeeper. One is the large regular one and the other is a smaller back-up bell. Raven snatches the large regular bell and when he sees Reynolds exit the ring and stalk him while holding the metal baseball bat he stands his ground and gets ready for an exchange of blows. With both wrestlers on the arena floor Referee Dawn Barnes exits the ring to stay close to the action.

Adams: This is going to be a very interesting altercation. One wrestler has a metal baseball bat as a weapon and the other is holding the bell from the Timekeeper. With the metal baseball bat being lighter than the bell I would make the assumption that the bell will suffer little or no damage.

Simone: I am glad you mentioned that fact. Looks like the end of Aiden Reynolds is near.

As anticipated we watch as Aiden Reynolds approaches Alexander Raven at ringside with Aiden swinging the metal baseball bat and Alexander holding the heavy bell of the Timekeeper. As Reynolds swings the bat at Raven we see that Alexander is able to maneuver the bell to block most off the blows. After numerous heavy swings the metal baseball bat gets severely twisted and with the next blow the metal baseball bat breaks in half. Aiden tosses the broken baseball bag to the arena floor then he charges raven and trips him up knocking raven to the arena floor. The blow causes Alexander to lose his grip on the bell of the Timekeeper and it drops to the arena floor.

Adams: This will be an interesting confrontation.

Simone: I agree.

Raven and Aiden start trading heavy blows with both trying to cause the other to get knocked out. Currently they are throwing everything they have at each other and the blows are fast, hard, and continuous, but neither of them is backing down. Aiden looks at the arena floor near where they are fighting it out and he sees the bell of the Timekeeper on the arena floor. As the two continue fighting on the arena floor Aiden gets Alexander into a DDT position and drops Raven into the bell on the floor causing a loud DING of the bell to be heard. Aiden rolls Alexander over on the arena floor and Referee Dawn Barnes checks to see if Alexander is totally knocked out or just dazed. She checks on Raven and he is not moving. She then waits and checks again. On the third time she checks Raven is still knocked out so she call for the bell from the timekeeper to officially end this match. The Timekeeper has to use he backup bell to signal the end of this match.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Oh well that did not go well for Alexander Raven.

Adams: Honestly this match could have ended either way.

Justin Decent enters the ring and leans over the ropes to where Referee Dawn Barns is located on the arena floor. She walks over to the ring and tells her decision on the match to Justin. Justin then walks to the center of the ring to deliver her decision in this match.

Justin: The official decision by Referee Dawn Barnes is that the winner of this match, by knockout, and the new Roulette Champion, is AIDEN REYNOLDS!!!

When the announcement has been made Referee Dawn Barnes raises the hand of Aiden Reynolds for the winer and she also hands him the Roulette Championship to him. Aiden waves to the crowd then he exits the ringside area and heads up the ramp to get to the backstage area. After Aiden is in the backstage area we are returned to ringside where personnel, including medical personnel, are checking on Alexander Raven. After they administer smelling salts Raven perks up and regains his composure. When Referee Barnes informs him that he lose the match and the Roulette Championship we can tell he is disappointed in the loss but we also know that Alexander Raven will be back after the Roulette Championship again soon.

Ironically the one person who can match Finn Whelan accomplishment for accomplishment is his partner both inside of the ring and out - "the Dreamkiller" Kayla Richards. To say Kayla is a force of nature would be a vast understatement. Winning the World Championship from someone the caliber of Julianna DiMaria is one thing, but at the same time holding claim to the longest Mixed Tag Team reign on record helped to propel Kayla Richards to the top of the mountain.

Backstage at the TCC Arena, the fans watching on the SCW-Tron above the stage cheer as onto the scene walks none other than the reigning Internet Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter. Still dressed in his street clothes, Carter is walking alongside a surprising guest; none other than his own personal fashionista, the drag queen Olive Garden.

HBCarter: Olive, I can not thank you enough for my outfit tonight! You really outdid yourself!

Olive makes one of those funny faces she is so well known for, placing hand on her chest.

Olive Garden: Oh think nothing of it, dear! When you told me how important this event was tonight, I was only too happy to make the night memorable with a new frock!

The two walk along the backstage casually. Carter smiles.

HBCarter: And I suppose the tour backstage and the chance to see Miles was just an added bonus?

Olive Garden: Let's just call it icing on the cake.

Then something off camera catches Olive's attention…

Olive Garden: And speaking of cake…

And a shirtless Ben Jordan walks by, offering the two a soft smile and nod.

Ben: Carter. Ma'am?

Before stepping through the door to the men's locker room.

HBCarter: That's Ben Jordan.

Olive Garden: He certainly is!

Carter chuckles and shakes his head, walking off-camera.

HBCarter: C'mon.

Leaving Olive behind him. Olive looks back and forth to make sure the coast is clear before she opens the locker room door and steps inside…

And the surprised shouts of the men's locker room brings Carter rushing back onto the scene just as live hurries back out sand shuts the door behind her.

HBCarter: Olive!

Olive does her best to feign innocence.

Olive Garden: … Hm?

HBCarter: What were you doing in the men's dressing room???

Olive starts to say something several times, using her hands, waving before she just plays with her hair and shrugs…

Olive Garden: Just looking around?

Prompting Carter to grab her by the arm and YOINK her down the hall!

The feed cuts to the backstage area where Kris Ryans is making his way from the locker room to the ring. As he makes his way down the hallway passing both of Sin City's female interviewers without either of them even looking up or saying a word to him. The Grand Slam Champion makes his way by them unmolested by their questions. It is not until the camera turns a corner with Kris that he runs into someone that dares step in his way.

Scott Oliver: Kris! How goes it?

Kris lets out an exasperated sigh, and shakes his head, trying not to break stride.

Kris: Not terrible, Stoner. I have an Internet Championship match to get ready for though. What do you want?

Kris kept things moving, not letting Stoner slow him down. He continued down the hallway hoping that Scott would get the hint, but instead of giving up, Stoner excitedly followed at his side.

Scott Oliver: That's actually why I was hoping to bump into you. You've been a ghost all night. This is High Stakes though! The biggest show of the year.

Kris' eyes roll, trying not to internalize any of the pressure that Scott was heaping onto his situation.

Kris: Look, it's not my first time competing here. It's not even my first time competing for a championship here. I get that everyone else is focusing on how big this stage is, but I am trying to stay focused on the Internet Championship.

Stoner does not back off the topic though.

Scott Oliver: It's not just about tonight though, is it? You could be minutes away from being the only 2x Grand Slam Champion in his company. That is what it's really all about, right? You're here to make history on an historic night?

Kris stops walking and shakes his head. He puts his hands up in the air, and takes a step back from both Scott and the camera.

Kris: Listen man, I get you are trying to do your job, but… I can't right now. There's one thing on my mind, and that is winning at any cost. I don't care what I need to do. I don't care how many people are out there. Tonight, I need this one for me. No distractions.

Stoner appears to back off, nodding at Kris, clearly afraid of overstepping his bounds.

Scott Oliver: Sure, man. I get it. Good luck tonight.

The camera follows Kris as he moves away, and fades to black as he cuts around a corner out of view.

Simone: It's time for another title match! HB Carter has been on a tear since he won the Internet Championship from Peter Vaughn but tonight he faces his biggest challenge yet in SCW Hall of Famer Kris Ryans!

Adams: Carter has fended off two challengers so far, Justin Smith in his first match and LJ Kasey at Violent Conduct but Kris Ryans is a former champion several times over! Tonight might see the end of Carter's reign!

Simone: We'll see about that as we take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Internet Championship!

A slight hush falls over the crowd as Kris Ryans paces back and forth in his corner, ready for this championship opportunity when suddenly 5 Seconds of Summer's hit "No Shame" erupts over the speakers of the TCC and the crowd stands and cheers for the arrival of the Internet Champion! Kris lowers his hand from his face and stares at the entrance as a rush of stagehands emerges and rolls out the red carpet and out onto the stage emerges the reigning Internet Champion, Helluva Bottom Carter!

Justin: And making his way to the ring! From Seattle, Washington! He is the reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion! Helluva! Bottom! Carter!!!

With a plumage of colorful peacock feathers held out before him, hiding his image from the cameras, the champion steps forward to the head of the stage and swiftly spreads out the feathers before him, revealing it to be an elaborate feather cape compromised of a colorful array of faux peacock plumage of blues, greens, gold and purples complete with feathered collar!

Adams: Woooow!

Simone: What an entrance the champion is putting on -- and what an OUTFIT!

Indeed Carter's usual ring gear has been transitioned to a gold Mardis Gras-like mask of gold with an array of rainbow feathers and his gear much like the elaborate 'armor' of Dragon Age Veilguard's Lords of Fortune, complete with his otherwise bare chest draped in gold and royal blue, his 'booty shorts' draped in gold armored loin cloth and gold shin guards with hints of blue and purple gems covering his otherwise bare feet. Carter grinds his hips to the beat of his entrance theme and then begins his descent toward the ring, arms spread wide and the peacock cape fully extended!

Simone: We always knew Carter was a bit of a show off and loves to put on a show but this is something else!

Adams: And very fitting for High Stakes XIV!

Fans reach out to him and slap his extended hands until he arrives at ringside where he stares into the ring at kris, removing his mask and passing it a ringside attendant. He then walks up the metal steps and onto the ring apron. Carter turns his back to the camera again and sways his hips to and fro before stepping through the ropes. Carter parades around the ring, showing off his colorful and elaborate outfit before stepping back to his corner, Kris Ryans never taking his eyes off of the champion. Carter then slowly and carefully extracts himself from his plumage and passes it to the attendant as well before the match is set to begin.

Simone: Carter's reign has been impressive but Kris has been in his position before.

Adams: This could be the end of his reign.

Justin: And introducing the challenger!

The lights shut off leaving the entire arena pitch black. The screen at the top of the ramp flashes to life with the words: DO YOU BELIEVE? Knowing what is coming the fans roar to life just as the PA blasts out the opening lyrics to the theme in the most booming fashion. Two spotlights shine down on the stage as a remixed version of 30 Seconds to Mars "Walk on Water" plays through the PA system. Standing in the middle of the stage where the lights intersect is Kristopher Ryans with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist, albeit upside down so that when he looks down it faces him.

Justin: From Jet City, he is an SCW Hall of Famer, KRISTOPHER RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYANS!

The fans erupt with applause as he makes his way down the ramp. The white club symbol appears on the screen behind him. As he gets down to the bottom of the ramp, the camera passes him, circling around his side to see the orange letters on his white shorts reading "MIRACLE" down his right leg. We get behind him as he ascends the stairs, seeing that the back of his jacket displays the KR logo in the same shade of orange. He walks one side of the ring before stepping between the ropes before pulling on the strap of his championship to triumphantly raise it up to the cheering crowd.

Simone: Kris looks to add another title reign to his legacy tonight but Carter won't make it easy for him!

Adams: And he plans to put an end to that!

Jasmine goes over the rules with both men and after taking the belt from Carter she holds it high above her head before handing it to a stage hand and calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And our third title match of the evening is underway!

Adams: And only our second male title match!

Carter and Kris circle around each other before they lock up in the middle of the ring! Kris has the size advantage over the champion and backs him up into a corner where Jasmine forces a rope break and Kris backs up before going for a swing at Carter! But Carter ducks under the swing before launching into a series of chops to Kris's chest but Kris blocks a chop, swaps position with Carter and squashes the champion against the turnbuckle with a clothesline!

Simone: It's not often that Carter resorts to brawling as his size and style doesn't lend itself well to it.

Adams: And Kris just showed why Carter doesn't brawl often!

Kris drags Carter out of the corner and goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Carter kicks out! Kris shakes his head as it sets in before he turns his attention back towards his younger opponent, trying to pick Carter up but Carter scores with a jawbreaker that sends his challenger stumbling back and allows Carter to hit Kris with a Slingblade before following that up with a basement dropkick! Carter then goes for his first pin of the night by hooking Kris's leg.

ONE!

TWO!

And Kris kicks out.

Simone: That's two pinfalls apiece between Carter and Kris but they aren't giving it up.

Adams: With the Internet Championship on the line that's not surprising!

Carter shakes his head before getting back to his feet but as he does Carter notices that Kris has retreated to the outside! Seeing his opportunity to take flight Carter starts hyping up the Tucson crowd by clapping his hands before he gets a running start and goes for a Suicide Dive! However Kris catches him mid dive and swings Carter into the ring apron and then the barricade for good measure before unceremoniously dropping Carter to the floor!

Simone: And Carter's failed dive might be a turning point in this match!

Adams: And with Kris's years of experience you know he's going to take advantage of this!

Kris breaks up Jasmine's count at the count of five by throwing Carter into the ring and following him in before going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

And Carter gets the shoulder up! Kris shakes his head before he locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab on Carter prompting Jasmine to get into position and ask Carter if he wants to submit to the hold but Carter refuses.

Simone: And now Carter is at Kris's mercy in that submission hold!

Adams: It's the classic battle between a high flyer and a submission expert! Kris wants to keep Carter grounded to control the pace but Carter isn't giving up without a fight!

Carter starts crawling to the ring ropes to break the submission hold and Kris does what he can to slow him down and even prevent him from doing so, however Carter manages to reach the ropes and forces the rope break and while Kris keeps the submission hold locked in for a few more seconds before he drags Carter back towards the centre of the ring to try for another submission hold but Carter catches him with a Small Package!

ONE!

TWO!

And Kris kicks out!

Simone: And Carter has caught Kris with a small package to break out of the submission attempts!

Adams: I'd make a joke about Carter and small packages but I'm sure Miles would have a few strong words with me if I did!

Belinda shakes her dead at Jason's comment while the action continues in the ring! Carter takes advantage of the break to try for a springboard move but Kris jumps and catches Carter with a Flying Triangle Choke in the middle of the ring!

Simone: And it seems I spoke too soon because Kris has just caught Carter with one of his signature moves!

Adams: Will Carter submit? Could Kris end the year as Internet Champion?!

Carter does everything in his power to get out of that hold but he manages to roll towards the ring ropes and force Kris to break another submission hold! Kris keeps the hold locked in for a bit longer before finally letting go of the hold, it's at this point that Kris calls for the end.

Simone: Kris just called for The Miracle's End!

Adams: If he hits this we'll have a new champion!

Kris gets carter up into his shoulders for the move but Carter starts fighting against it by kicking away with his legs, they eventually get to a corner where Carter grabs onto the top turnbuckle for dear life before kicking Kris away! Kris recovers and ties to grab Carter out of the corner again but gets met with the Buttocks Injection instead before he's sent sprawling away! Carter lands on the apron, climbs up the turnbuckle, waits for Kris to get to hiss feet and then hits the Fruit Fly!

Simone: And Carter counters it with the Buttocks Injection and The Fruit Fly!

Adams: Kris is out, stick a fork in him, he's done!

Carter goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL Internet Champion, HB CARTER!

Simone: Carter retains over a Hall of Famer in what could've been his toughest defence to date!

Adams: Who will dethrone him?

Carter celebrates his win while the ref checks on Kris.

The field of couples in SCW is more widespread this year than ever before. One could be forgiven for mistaking SCW for the Dating Game the way we bring people together. But one couple has seemingly captured the hearts of the SCW Universe for the second year in a row; Miles Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter. And while couples emerged such as LJ Kasey and Alexandra Calaway, as well as Finn Whelan and Kayla Richards, it was Miles and Carter who walked away with the award two years running – their nuptials playing no small role in that heartfelt decision no doubt!

The annual wrestling extravaganza High Stakes was about more than just a night filled with in-ring action that would be remembered for years to come. It was also about seeing stars from SCW past return to visit their former stomping grounds, perhaps lace the boots on just one last time and maybe even engage in a few backstage shenanigans. That was what made High Stakes so great. It's why it lives up to the moniker of the "Grand Prix of Professional Wrestling".

And what better way to celebrate such an event than with a "High Stakes" game of poker?

That was what we are treated to seeing as we visit backstage at the TCC, far away from the fans and the vendors, and where these Superstars of past and present can have some privacy and perhaps bet a dollar or two over a friendly (?) game of cards. The large, round table set up is littered with bowls of pretzels and Skittles (!?) and bottles of Cherry Coke all around. And while we see names such as Ben Jordan, LJ Kasey, "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart and Goth – with Melissa standing watch over his shoulder so as not to bet their mortgage - it was the smaller figure at the proverbial head of the table that fans remember as having won more Most Popular of the Year trophies than any other star – Despayre!

With Angel seated on his lap – Despayre – like the men around him, were studying the cards in their hands while "smoking" chocolate cigars.

Bulldog: I'm in!

Bill Barnhart announces, tossing a few dollars into the pot.

Ben: Same.

He too adds to the pot while the rest of the men around the table add to the potential winnings. Meanwhile Despayre holds his cards for Angel to examine and then he looks up and around the table.

Despayre: Hey does anyone know what beats a Royal Flush?

All four of the other men groan and with a sigh of resignation, Goth slides the winnings over in front of an obviously confused Despayre. The little guy looks up from his cards and then back and forth between the rest present.

Despayre: Was it something I said?

Goth: You win, Despy.

Ben adds, shaking his head.

Ben: Nothing beats a Royal Flush.

Despayre: Really? Gee! I'll have to get one of those sometime!

He drops his cards to the table and gleefully sweeps the winnings into his arms as the others just stare wide eyed at each other.

LJ: Did we just play ourselves?

We cut the backstage area where we see Harper, still tired from the Bombshell Open Invite Match, ready to promote the match she was confirmed for before the show.

Harper: Again, I must point out that according to Bobbie, having passion for the sport and wanting to compete as often as possible makes me a cry-baby.

Harper shakes her head.

Harper: And why? Because I didn't shut up and take it? Also known as what got me left off the Violent Conduct card while people like Mercedes Vargas got to wrestle and stink up the card? I'm sorry but how am I supposed to get noticed if I stay quiet? Fucking joke!

Harper lets out a frustrated grunt.

Harper: And tonight I'll get to put my words into action by beating Bobbie again and continuing my unpinned streak at High Stakes! See you in the ring Bobbie!

Harper walks off as the scene fades.

Justin: This is your Baby Wear stipulation match. The woman who loses MUST attend the following edition of Climax Control dressed as a BABY!

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.

Justin: 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.

The open beats to "Happy" by Pharrell Williams starts to play. The line 'Clap along if you know that happiness is the truth' appears on the screen and the fans start to clap along to the music. They clap alone for a few moments, waiting for who they know is about to walk through the curtain.

After the music plays for some time, Bobbie Dahl bursts through the curtains, clapping along with the music and the fans, with the Bombshell Roulette title draped over her shoulder. She is joined by Artie at her side as they both smile and get amped up along with the fans.

Justin: And her opponent, from Coal City, Illinois but now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, accompanied by Artie, BOBBIE DAHL!!!!

Bobbie and Artie then start making their way to the ring, high fiving fans along the way. Once to the ring, Artie walks up the steps first, and sits on the second rope, holding it open for his lady. She steps through the ropes then holds the Bombshell Roulette Championship up high, getting the fans to cheer louder for her as she stands in the middle of the ring. Artie exits the ring a few moments later, taking his place on the outside to support his wife.

A jam-packed stadium radiates with deafening cheers and chants. The energy is electric as Harper, the dynamic all-rounder, faces off against Bobbie, the powerhouse whose sheer dominance has captivated fans everywhere.

Simone: Here we go, folks! Two of the biggest stars in the division, Harper, the all-rounder, versus Bobbie, the absolute powerhouse. This one is going to be explosive!

Adams: You can feel the tension, Simone. Harper's got speed and technique, but Bobbie—oh, she's pure, unrelenting strength. This is a clash of styles at its finest.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, and the crowd is already on their feet. Harper and Bobbie step to the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Harper, brimming with confidence, throws a mocking smile Bobbie's way. Bobbie chuckles and flexes her arms, making the audience roar.

They lock up, and it's immediately clear that Bobbie has the upper hand in strength. She shoves Harper across the ring like a feather, the impact sending Harper rolling.

Simone: Harper starting this off cautiously, but, ooh, that's a mistake!

Adams: Bobbie just shoved her halfway across the ring like she was nothing! That's the kind of power Harper's up against tonight.

Harper gets up, brushes herself off, and circles Bobbie, clearly recalibrating.

Simone: You can see Harper rethinking her strategy here. She might need to rely on her agility to chop this tree down.

Harper pops up quickly, a flicker of irritation crossing her face, but she smirks again, darting in for another grapple. Bobbie tries to catch her, but Harper ducks and uses her speed to execute a smooth arm drag, bringing Bobbie down for a split second. Bobbie rolls through and stands tall, shaking her head as if to say, "That's not enough." Harper nods, acknowledging the challenge, and the crowd buzzes louder as the two reset.

Adams: Nice move by Harper, but look at Bobbie—she's already up!

Simone: It's going to take more than that to keep her down, Adams. Bobbie looks unbothered!

Bobbie charges, aiming for a body block, but Harper ducks under, hitting the ropes and rebounding with a swift dropkick to Bobbie's chest. It lands flush, but Bobbie only stumbles a step back. Harper quickly follows up with a series of martial arts kicks, targeting Bobbie's legs and midsection, trying to wear her down.

Bobbie absorbs the punishment, catching Harper's leg mid-kick and spinning her around into a crushing short-arm clothesline. Harper flips in midair from the impact, crashing hard to the mat. Bobbie doesn't let up, dragging Harper to her feet and lifting her like a ragdoll into a devastating scoop slam. Harper arches her back in pain, writhing on the mat as Bobbie plants a boot on her chest for a dominant early pin attempt.

Simone: Whoa! Did you see that? Harper just got folded like a deck chair!

Adams: That's Bobbie's power, Simone. One move, and Harper's in trouble.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Simone: And Harper kicks out! But you have to wonder, how much did that slam take out of her?

Adams: If Harper's not careful, Bobbie's going to run away with this one early.

Harper rolls to the outside, clutching her ribs, but Bobbie isn't about to let her recover. She steps through the ropes and drops down, stalking Harper around the ring. As Harper tries to regroup, Bobbie charges with a full-speed body avalanche, smashing Harper against the barricade. The impact echoes through the arena, and the crowd erupts into chants of, "BOBBIE! BOBBIE!"

Bobbie hauls Harper back into the ring, rolling her in like dead weight. She stands tall, raising her arms to thunderous applause before pulling Harper up by the hair and hurling her across the ring with a powerful hair toss throw. Harper hits the corner hard, slumping to the mat as Bobbie strides over, full of confidence.

Simone: Bobbie looking powerful here.

Adams: If Harper's not careful, Bobbie's going to run away with this one early.

Bobbie takes a step back and signals for the Bronco Buster, riling up the crowd. She charges, leaping into the seated Harper and pummeling her with her full weight. Harper flails helplessly as Bobbie laughs, thoroughly enjoying her dominance.

Not satisfied, Bobbie pulls Harper to her feet and locks her into a punishing bear hug, squeezing with all her might. Harper grimaces in pain, arms flailing as Bobbie shakes her violently. The referee checks on Harper, asking if she wants to submit, but she yells, "No!"

Adams: Look at this strength! Bobbie's squeezing the life out of Harper like a tube of toothpaste!

Simone: And listen to the crowd—they're loving every second of it. Harper has to find a way out of this, or it's over.

The crowd rallies behind Harper, clapping and stomping as she begins to fight back, slamming elbows into Bobbie's head. After a few well-placed strikes, Bobbie's grip loosens, and Harper slips free, landing a desperate Tornado DDT to bring the larger woman down. Both competitors are down, and the referee begins the count.

Simone: That's the opening Harper needed! But can she capitalize?

Adams: Harper's down, Bobbie's down. The referee's started the count, and the crowd is electric!

By the count of six, Harper is on her feet, while Bobbie uses the ropes to pull herself up. Harper doesn't waste a second, charging in with a running dropkick that sends Bobbie into the corner. With Bobbie stunned, Harper backs up and sprints forward, leaping into a Masonline Special that drops Bobbie hard to the mat. Harper quickly covers.

Simone: Harper's starting to build momentum now. She's got Bobbie right where she wants her.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Adams: Bobbie powers out again! Harper's throwing everything she has at her, and it's still not enough!

The crowd erupts as Bobbie powers out. Harper, though slightly frustrated, doesn't lose her focus. She climbs to the top rope and measures her opponent, launching into a dazzling Sun//Eater that lands perfectly. She hooks the leg again.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Simone: Another near fall! Harper's hitting big move after big move, but Bobbie refuses to stay down!

Bobbie kicks out with authority, tossing Harper off like she weighs nothing. Harper sits up, eyes wide, clearly impressed by Bobbie's resilience.

Adams: This is where Harper needs to stay focused. She can't let frustration get the better of her.

Harper stays on the offensive, targeting Bobbie's legs with precise kicks, but Bobbie catches one and counters with a brutal spinning back fist, flooring Harper instantly. Bobbie wastes no time, scooping Harper up into the air for a massive belly-to-boobie suplex, sending Harper flying across the ring.

Simone: Good grief! Harper just got launched like a missile!

Adams: Bobbie's back in control, and she's looking to end this right now!

Bobbie senses victory as she climbs to the second rope, signaling for her finisher, the Boobie Bomb. The crowd roars in anticipation as Bobbie leaps, but Harper rolls out of the way at the last second! Bobbie crashes into the mat, clutching her ribs as the momentum begins to shift again.

Simone: Nobody home! Harper dodges just in time!

Adams: That's the break she needed, but can she take advantage of it?

Both women are slow to rise, but Harper is first to her feet. She charges in with Into the Earth that staggers Bobbie, leaving her dazed in the center of the ring. Harper grabs Bobbie's arm again, pulling her into a second ripcord move, but this time transitions into her devastating Encore Set. The crowd is in a frenzy as Harper drives Bobbie face-first into the mat.

Simone: She's got her up! Torture Rack into the Flatliner—this could be it!

Adams: Harper's pulling out all the stops, but will it be enough?

Exhausted, Harper collapses onto Bobbie for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Thr-KICKOUT!

The arena explodes as Bobbie gets her shoulder up.

Simone: How did Bobbie kick out of that? This woman is unstoppable!

Adams: Harper's going to have to dig deep now. What's it going to take to put Bobbie away?

Harper stares at the referee in disbelief, her face a mix of exhaustion and determination. She drags herself to the top rope, signaling for her rare finisher, the Fragile Wings. The crowd is electric as Harper soars through the air, twisting perfectly before crashing down onto Bobbie.

Simone: Fragile Wings!! Harper lands it perfectly!

Adams: That's it! Stick a fork in it—this one's over!

Harper hooks the leg, and the crowd chants along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, and Harper collapses to the mat, victorious but visibly drained. The referee raises her hand, but Harper's gaze shifts to Bobbie, who is slowly sitting up, clutching her ribs but still managing a small grin.

Simone: What a match! Both of these women just left everything in that ring tonight.

Adams: Bobbie may not have gotten the win, but she showed the world just how powerful she is. What a performance.

Harper walks over, offering her hand. Bobbie looks at it for a moment before taking it, allowing Harper to help her to her feet. The crowd gives them both a standing ovation, chanting, "This is awesome!"

Simone: This is what wrestling is all about—respect, heart, and leaving it all in the ring. These two just gave us a match to remember.

Adams: Both of them are walking out of here as stars, Simone. What a night!

Harper raises Bobbie's hand in a show of respect before exiting the ring, leaving Bobbie to soak in the adoration of the fans. Though she lost, Bobbie's incredible power and heart have solidified her as a star.

There was literally no doubt as to which tag team would walk away with the award for Tag Team of the Year. Even though the Wolves of Gheimridh no longer wear the gold, their dominance was second to none amongst a field of supreme combinations. Finn Whelan and Kayla Richards were champions for almost an entire year before they were dethroned, and one wonders if it's just a matter of time before they regain those championships.

And we once again join the High Stakes poker game backstage at the TCC Arena. Although Despayre has the largest pile of winnings, there are a few other small mounds in front of the others. They start to make their respective bets when Despayre puts his cards down on the table with a triumphant look on his face.

Despayre: Gin!

Ben slowly lowers the chocolate cigar from his lips, only too happy to play along.

Ben: Despy, we're playing poker.

Despayre: I know. Angel just wants some.

Ben: Well while we all know Angel has the best taste, I doubt anyone here is carrying any…

But whatever else Ben was about to say was cut off by "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart leaning over the table with a flask and pouring some of the contents into the glass in front of the teddy bear. Bill sat down and all eyes were on him as he casually screwed the cap back on. It was LJ who looked from left to right and then broke out into a wide grin.

LJ: This is one of those hidden camera shows, isn't it???

Cameras had just left the ringside area and found themselves backstage. Right away the shot being on a familiar face. Aleesha sat there on one of the empty utility crates in the hallway. Taking the time to soak in what had all taken place. Her head tilted back against the wall as she looked up at the ceiling.

Aleesha: Over a year...

Her voice sounded like she was spent and drained. Rightfully so considering everything she had gone through earlier in the night. Taking her head off the wall and looking at the cameras.

Aleesha: I spent over a year away from the ring. I spent over a year away from Sin City Wrestling. I spent a year dealing with a concussion, spent a year wondering if I would ever be able to make it back, spent a year doubting myself and my abilities!

Her hands planted into the top lid of that crate and forced herself off of it. Getting her legs under her as she took a couple of steps forward.

Aleesha: I spent over a year on the sidelines thanks to one woman and one woman only. That being the raggedy ass bitch known as Kim Pain. Of course how fitting is it though when I'm cleared and ready to dish out some pain of my own. Kim is nowhere to be found. Hell, she hasn't even been seen the night since she attacked me. Showing she's nothing more and will always be nothing more than a coward!

She shook her head a little bit. That soured expression on her face letting it be known she wasn't very pleased. Not that there was much she could do.

Aleesha: So, since I couldn't get my hands on her. I settled for the next best thing and to me that was being a surprise entrant in that Bombshell High Stakes Rumble. As much as it was clear you fans were excited to see me back. I am very much self aware. I saw the dirty looks. I saw the anger. I witnessed seeing people being bitter that I was back. And why wouldn't they be? They know Mother has come home and is going to make them act right. We don't play no games in my household!

Holding her hand up, she waved her finger from side to side.

Aleesha: Despite the cold welcome from the Bombshells. I do admit that there were quite a few of you out there tonight that brought your best. You were in true rare form and you made it difficult for me. I already had so much working against me. From that injury and spending so much time away, but you weren't going to allow it to be any easier for me. You ladies laid it on thick. You made me have to dig deep in myself. You made me have to step up and get to your level. Thank you for that. I needed that more than any of you will ever know.

She found herself clapping her hands together. Giving those women she shared the ring with earlier in the night their props. Credit where credit was due if you will.

Aleesha: In the end though. I don't think you could have put God himself in front of me and he would have been able to stop my redemption story. There's no shame in any of you losing tonight. Well maybe besides one or two of you. You deserved to get your ass handed to you, but most of you. You brought it. You gave it everything you had. You unfortunately just ran into me. Winning this High Stakes Rumble means a lot. It means a whole hell of a lot, but this is just the beginning. True redemption hasn't been achieved yet. Not until I have championship gold around my waist. You know since the last time I had it, it was ripped away from me because of concussion.

Shaking her head a little. Letting that bitter feeling creep back into her mind for nothing more than a second.

Aleesha: The opportunities are endless. I could go find myself a tag team partner and go after the Mixed Tag Team Championships. Or I could be more selfish and put myself first. I could target the Bombshell Roulette Championship and see how well I can do in a hardcore setting. I could go after the Bombshell Internet Championship. My baby. My pride and joy. The championship I had won in just three months into my young career. That very championship that I had to vacate. And the championship that I feel like is the heart and soul of the Bombshell Division.

For a second she paused a little bit. Almost like she was reminiscing about that very brief time when she had the championship. Quickly coming back to reality as she continued to walk forward.

Aleesha: Then there's even the chance that I could target the Bombshell Championship. The true pinnacle of our division and this sport. A championship I always felt like I was going to hold at least once. It's all up to me and I am sure that's going to make those champions nervous. Let me ease some nerves real quick though.

Stopping in her tracks right then. She folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes settling right for those cameras again.

Aleesha: No, I am not going to tell you who I am going to choose to face. Instead, I'll save that decision for next week on Climax Control. But what I will do... I will tell you.. I only intend to face a champion that I know will give me the best damn match of my career. I only intend to face a champion that's going to give everything they got and not cut corners. And maybe more importantly than anything else. I only intend to face a champion that I respect!

In that moment it was like she was speaking to one person in particular. Who that person was, that was up in the air for interpretation.

Aleesha: Do with that information what you will. I'll be seeing you real soon down the road!

She offered a little smirk with a wink. Only to have herself turning and walking right out of the camera's view heading for the locker room area. With her out of the frame, that's when the shot found itself heading elsewhere on this historic night.

The scene opens backstage where we see the Bombshell Roulette Champion Victoria Lyons and her challenger for tonight Luna Pasilno waiting to see what match type they'll be stuck with tonight.

Simone: This match has been building up since Luna won the #1 Contendership at Violent Conduct and now the time has come: Luna vs. Lyons for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!

Adams: Luna is one of two Bombshells to hold a win over Victoria, the other being the World Bombshell Champion herself Kayla Richards, will she be the one to end the reign?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?

Both champion and challenger nod and Rocky spins the wheel, it goes around for a bit before stopping on…………

Ms. Rocky Mountains: High Stakes Marathon?!

Rocky gets a message over her earpiece from the bosses and immediately buries her face in her hands.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: God damn it! It's the twelve Roulette Matches in one match!

Simone: Oh no! The last one between Alexandra and Bobbie was an absolute war!

Adams: This is gonna be a long one!

Rocky spins the wheel again to determine the first stipulation and………….

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Falls Count Anywhere, it's just not my night!

Rocky doesn't even get a chance to get out of the way first before Luna starts brawling with Victoria! Drew signals for the bell in the ring before bolting to the back and joining the women as they go at it.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Get yourselves comfy folks because we're in it for the long haul!

Adams: And grab some popcorn!

Luna ducks under a wild right hand from Victora and backs her into the Roulette Wheel causing Victoria to wince in pain before Luna follows that up with a Northern Lights Suplex! Luna bridges for the first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Victoria kicks out at two, Luna shakes her head before getting to her feet and going off in search for a weapon, she finds a steel chair but as she bends over to pick it up Victoria comes from behind her and blasts her with a chair of her own! Luna is then spun around and dropped with a brainbuster onto the chair before Victoria goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin: Round one goes to Victoria!

V: 1

L: 0

Simone: That's the first round to the champ but this is a common tactic in these matches.

Adams: A winner won't be determined until the eleventh round but if there is a tie we will go into the twelfth round.

Rocky appears on a nearby monitor as Victoria realizes the ramifications of the match.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Who came up with this match?! Seriously?!

Rocky spins the wheel and it stops on………..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I Quit! As in the match, not my desire to quit over this match type!

Simone: Only way to win is make the opponent say "I Quit!" and considering Victoria didn't tap out to Kayla's Ghostlock Luna has a hell of a task here!

Adams: She's persistent though.

As Victoria is strategizing however Luna trips her up with a low kick and tries to get Victoria in the Deep Cut immediately but Victoria starts kicking away at Luna's face with her free leg before she can get it synced in and Luna rolls away, both women get to their feet and Luna makes the first move again, grabbing the chair she was just dropped on and swinging for Victoria's head, Victoria ducks the shot and the chair collides with a wall but Luna is nothing is not persistent as she swings the chair again catching the champion in the back.

Simone: We both knew the weapons were going come into play and, well, here we are!

Adams: And it's only the second round!

Victoria drops the floor back first and Luna grins before wrapping the chair in her hands around Victoria's leg and grabbing the chair she initially went to pick up, without hesitation Luna starts slamming the chair in her hands against the chair around Victoria's leg repeatedly! Victoria screams in pain with each shot until………….

Victoria: I Quit! Enough already!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Second round goes to Luna!

V: 1

L: 1

Simone: Victoria and Luna are at one apiece but you have to wonder what condition Victoria's leg is in after that attack!

Adams: Especially going into the later rounds.

Luna hits the chair wrapped around Victoria's leg one last time for good measure before Rocky appears on the monitor.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I swear they created this match to test my loyalty to the company!

Rocky spins the wheel and at first it looks like it'll stop on High Stakes Marathon again, luckily for Rocky it nudges over to the next stip at the last second.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Oh thank god! A Tables Match!

Simone: How would that even work if the wheel had stopped on the stip again?! Another twelve stipulations being added?!

Adams: We'd be here until next year's High Stakes! Assuming Rocky wouldn't quit on the spot off course!

Seeing no nearby tables within reach Luna discards the chair, unwraps the other chair from Victoria's leg and picks the champion up before dragging Victoria with her, as they near the ringside area Victoria starts fighting back against Luna, bad leg and all, and the two women start their brawl again with Drew following them close by, they eventually come to a balcony where two tables have been set up beneath it.

Simone: How do those tables keep getting set up?!

Adams: I guess the even staff want to be prepared for anything when SCW rolls into town! Especially with Roulette Rules involved!

The two women keep up their brawl until Luna scores with a European Uppercut on Victoria which sends the champ stumbling back! Victoria retaliates by charging at Luna but the challenger backdrops her over the barricade intending to send her through the tables bellow, there's just one problem though: Victoria didn't go through either table and is instead lying atop them in pain.

Simone: Huh, in the many, many tables matches we've had since the creation of the Roulette Divisions that has never happened.

Adams: I guess the tables are extra strong!

Luna sees the problem and considers her options, apparently deciding "fuck it" she gets on the balcony AND HITS THE IDOLIZER ON VICTORIA OFF THE BALCONY SENDING BOTH BOMBSHELLS THROUGH TE TABLES!

Simone: OH MY GOD! WJAT A MOVE BY LUNA!

Adams: BUT WHO WENT THROUGH THE TABLE FIRST!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Drew rushes to their side and checks on both women, they confirm that they are (relatively) okay but then the problem arises of figuring out who went through first, Drew calls for an instant replay but the footage shows that the Bombshells went through at the same time and he makes his decision.

Justin: As both Victoria and Luna went through the table at the same time, this round is a draw!

V: 2

L: 2

Simone: Two apiece for champion and challenger but you have to wonder what condition they are in after that!

Adams: Especially with Victoria's leg!

Neither Luna or Victoria are in any hurry to move after that as Rocky appears on the screen.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Not even five rounds in and my arms hurting already, I hate my job sometimes.

Rocky sighs before she spins the wheel, it stops on…………..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Submission!

Simone: I guess it'll be a while before we see another pinfall attempt in this match!

Adams: If ever!

Luna is the first to come too and Drew informs her off the stipulation, sensing her opportunity Luna immediately goes for Victoria's bad leg and tries to get the Deep Cut locked in again, this wakes Victoria up in a hurry and she starts scrambling to get out of it.

Simone: And Luna's going straight for the Deep Cut on Victoria!

Adams: I mean, can you blame her?

Realizing that she is still among the carnage that was the end of the last around Victoria starts throwing broken pieces of table at Luna to try to break the hold, this has the desired effect as Luna fails to get in locked in properly and Victoria hobbles to her feet before going for a roll up! However when she leans of the round's stipulation Victoria transitions it into a graoevined Ankle Lock on Luna!

Simone: Say what you will about Victoria, she's resourceful!

Adams: But the same can be said for Luna!

Luna tries to fight out of it even recreating Victoria's earlier tactics of throwing table rubble at Victoria, but Victoria's out of position this time and Luna taps to conserve energy.

Justin: Round four goes to Victoria!

V: 3

L: 2

Simone: And now Victoria's out ahead again.

Adams: There's still at least seven more rounds to go though, err, sorry Rocky!

Rocky appears on screen and sighs.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The things I do for this company!

Rocky spins the wheel again and it stops on……..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Inferno Match!

Simone: Oh goodie, now the heat will be really turned up!

Adams: Only way to win is to set the opponent on fire! No I'm not kidding!

As the techs get everything set up around the ring Drew informs both bombshells that this round has to take place in the ring and how do they respond? By brawling with each other off course! The brawl serves a purpose however as it gets them to the ringside area and once the flames are up and they are in the ring? The brawl starts a new but this time with the intent on getting either opponent to the flames.

Simone: I don't think we can expect much chain wrestling between Luna and Victoria here.

Adams: You think?!

Both women have long hair (though Luna's is in a ponytail) and they try to take advantage of this by backing the other into the flames without leaving the ring hoping the hair will catch on fire, luckily for both women (and everyone else involves) neither plan comes to fruition as both women realize what the other is up to and fight back!

Simone: We've seriously reached the point where the competitors are trying to set each other's hair on fire!

Adams: At least we have an early candidate for next year's Holy Shit/WTF Award!

However on Victoria's attempt (which had Luna on the apron) Victoria changes tact by trying to spear Luna off the apron and through the flames, however Luna leaps to the top rope at the last second and Victoria ends up sending herself through the flames.

Justin: Round five to Luna!

V: 3

L: 3

Simone: And we're back to a tie heading into round six!

Adams: Almost halfway there and things are heated between Luna and Victoria!

The bad pun earns Jason a headslap from Belinda and while stage hands put out the flames on Victoria and the pyro is brought down again Rocky appears on screen again.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Just six more rounds, just six more rounds.

Rocky spins the wheel and…………..

Simone: OH NO!

Adams: OH NO!

Justin: Oh crap!

Drew: This just isn't my day!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: FANS BRING THE WEAPONS!

The announcers and referee duck and Luna hits an Asai Moonsault on Victoria to get out of the way (and do damage obviously) before the fans start throwing weapons into the ring! Once the carnage stops Luna picks up Victoria and throws her into the ring! But as Luna gets back in the ring Victoria catches her with a kendo stick to the stomach doubling over her challenger and Victoria keeps attacking Luna until the stick breaks! She then goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Luna breaks it up by hitting Victoria from the bottom with bat!

Simone: And pinfalls are back!

Adams: Surprised it only took until the sixth round!

Both women, though clearly beat up from the long match, get back to their feet and swing with their respective weapons, Luna's bat and Victoria's steel chair but Victoria's chair knocks the bat out of Luna's hand and Victoria swings and connects with Luna's face, busting her open in the process, noticing a nearby mysterious black bag Victoria empties it revealing it to contain thumbtacks!

Simone: WHO BRINGS THUMBTACKS TO A WRESTLING SHOW?!

Adams: Or kendo sticks, or bats, or chairs, yes I do have several questions!

Once the bag is emptied Victoria calls for the Lyons Roar clearly intending to put Luna into the tacks with the finisher but Luna counters it with a Spinebuster into the tacks! Victoria sits up with a face a pure agony as the tacks poke into her back but Luna throws her back down and goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin: Round six to Luna!

V: 3

L: 4

Simone: And Luna has pulled ahead!

Adams: You never know what the wheel will stop on though!

Rocky appears on screen again and sighs.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why can't I hire an assistant for this?!

Rocky spins the wheel and it stops on………..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: A Normal Match?!

Adams: That's anti-climactic!

Simone: Look after Inferno and Fans Bring the Weapons back to back I'll take a normal match!

Upon hearing that Luna wastes no time in going for another pin, but there's a problem: Drew is too busy clearing the ring of weapons out of the ring for the stage hands to get rid off and it's a sold minute before he's able to count Luna's pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Victoria kicks out! Luna argues with Drew about it but he's having none of it!

Simone: Victoria's running on pure adrenaline, sure Drew's delay helped but how else could she kick out of Luna's pin with thumbtacks in her back?

Adams: That and a desire to not let Luna get ahead of her by two points!

Victoria is slow to get back to her feet and she rushes up to Luna before hitting her with a German Suplex! But she rolls through rather than bridge it and follows that up with a Full Nelson Suplex and finally a Reverse Suplex! Victoria goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin: Round seven to Victoria!

V: 4

L: 4

Simone: And we're back to a tie heading into round eight!

Adams: Five more rounds left, how's Rocky's arm holding up?

Rock appears on screen again with a frown and her arms crossed.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Not well!

Rocky spins the wheel again and it stops on.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: TAI PEI DEATH MATCH!

Simone: Oh good grief!

Adams: This is gonna get bloody!

Once Luna and Victoria's hands are taped up and glass is glued to them the two women start throwing hands in the middle of the ring, in Luna's case it opens up her already bleeding head wound some more causing more blood to come out of her forehead and in Victoria's case? Yeah, she's bleeding too! It doesn't take the round long to become a bloodbath as they exchange blows.

Simone: So what happens if the wheel lands on First Blood?

Adams: Automatic tie? I mean, it would technically be a record for shortest Bombshell Roulette Title Match ever!

The blood loss becomes a bit too much for both women when combined with how long the match has gone on for and they collapse in a heap! Due to the rules of the match Drew can only stand back and wait for either woman to stir but Luna manages to drape an arm across Victoria's chest for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin: Round eight goes to Luna!

V: 4

L: 5

Simone: Luna's in the lead heading into round nine!

Adams: Can either of them continue after that round?!

Medics come down to clean up the blood and dress the wounds as quickly as possible before the next round has started and once they've been dressed and the wounds stitched up Rocky appears on screen.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Here we go again!

Rocky spins the wheel as Luna and Victoria watch on from seated positions as their gloves are removed.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladder Match! Err, the title's back here, can someone get it?

Simone: At least that's more traditional!

Adams: I'd be surprised if either woman was in any shape to climb a ladder at this point!

Soon enough a stage hand comes running down the ramp with the Bombshell Roulette Title in hand and once it's suspended above the ring both Bombshells roll out of the ring to retrieve a ladder from under It but when Luna sees that Victoria has grabbed a bigger ladder from under the ring she abandons her plan, rolls back into the ring and hits Victoria with a Suicide Dive that sees her leap right over the ladder.

Simone: It seems both women as running on adrenaline at this point!

Adams: That's better than any explanation I've got!

Luna grabs the ladder and throws it back into the ring ignoring Victoria for the moment as she gets it set up in the middle of the ring but Luna is clearly tired from the long match as she takes her time getting up the ladder and soon enough? Victoria joins her at the top of the ladder where they start exchanging blows.

Simone: All it'll take is one stiff shot to end this round!

Adams: Victoria's more known for her brawling than Luna so I'd say she has the advantage here!

Indeed, Victoria soon takes advantage thanks to a swift headbutt to Luna and even going as far as to bite at Luna's fresh stiches! Luna breaks this up by gouging at Victoria's eyes and both women are left stunned by the exchange! But Victoria recovers quicker than Luna and rams her head first into the top of the ladder to stun her allowing Victoria to grab the title.

Justin: Round nine goes to Victoria!

V: 5

L: 5

Simone: Five apiece and only a three rounds left!

Adams: I'm sure Rocky is thrilled!

Rocky appears on screen again and lets out an annoyed sigh.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: At least we're in the home stretch!

Rocky spins the wheel again and it stops on………..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Finisher Match!

Simone: You can literally only win by hitting your finisher!

Adams: At this point? That might be a godsend!

Victoria grins upon hearing this and goes to hit Luna with the Lyons Roar off the ladder, however Luna fights it and backdrops Victoria off the ladder! Seeing the opportunity in front of her and having heard the stip Luna perches herself on the top rung of the Ladder and calls for The Idolizer!

Simone: Lyons tried to end it with The Lyons Roar of the ladder but now Luna looks to hit The Idolizer.

Adams: We saw it earlier in the Tables Match round, can she hit again?

The answer is no as Luna misses the Phoenix Splash when Victoria rolls out of the way! Victoria slowly gets to her feet, picks up Luna and drops her with the Lyons Roar!

Justin: Round ten goes to Victoria!

V: 6

L: 5

Simone: If Victoria wins this next rounds that's it, Luna will be locked out of any opportunity she'll have to come back!

Adams: Can she though?

Rocky appears on screen again and says nothing before spinning the wheel, it stops on……..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Last Woman Standing!

Simone: Fitting potential end to this match as neither Bombshell is moving at the moment!

Adams: I think it'll come down to who gets up first!

Drew starts his count on both Victoria and Luna once he sees that they aren't getting up any time soon.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Victoria rolls onto her stomach and starts crawling her way to the ladder, clearly hoping to use it to pull herself up.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Luna starts to move but is clearly in worse shape than Victoria, she too rolls onto her stomach and starts crawling to the nearest set of ring ropes.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Both Bombshells are slowly pulling themselves up, Victoria with the ladder rungs and Luna with the ring ropes.

NINE!

BUT LUNA COLLAPSES WHILE VICTORIA STANDS TALL!

TEN!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the final round and STILL Bombshell Roulette Champion, VICTORIA LYONS!

Simone: In the end Luna's body gave up on her and she couldn't continue, what a war we just witnessed!

Adams: Good luck following that!

Victoria, though exhausted, celebrates with her title while medics check on Luna.

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The role of manager is an important one in the sport of pro wrestling. Whether they accompany their talent to ringside or work from behind the scenes, a manager serves as both mouthpiece as well as handling all business affairs so their wrestler can focus on their work inside of the ring. And the most important thing a manager can do is show support and care about the one they represent. No other manager fulfilled that role alone than the husband and manager of Bobbie Dahl – Artie.

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And as the evening progressed, we get one final moment with the gentlemen's Poker Club backstage. By now, the snacks were gone, as were the bottles of Cherry Coke, and that could only mean the game was winding to a close.

Goth: Well, it was fun while it lasted!

Goth pushes his chair out and slowly stands.

Ben: You calling it quits?

Goth: Yeah, I had enough. Better stop before I bet the house and Melissa serves me divorce papers.

Despayre: Aww! But we were just beginning to have fun!

LJ: You were! You haven't lost a single hand that you played tonight.

Bulldog: Kid's good.

Bulldog quips, playfully flicking the "ashes" of his chocolate cigar into the ashtray.

LJ: I just don't get it. I get being good but you haven't lost once tonight. How is that possible??

Casually walking behind him, Kris Ryans strolled past…

Kris: It's his deck, Einstein!

And all heads turned slowly to look at Despayre who gasped audibly.

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The backstage camera person spots Bill and Bea Barnhart exiting their dressing room so they ensure they get a shot of the duo as they step into the hallway. Seeing the camera person they wave into the camera then they begin their walk to the staging area to be ready for Bill's match as the camera person keeps their camera focused on them.

Bea: How are you feeling going into this Superstar High Stakes Rumble?

Bill: I feel great. The match should be easy as all I need to do is toss the other wrestlers over the top rope and have them land on the arena floor to eliminate them from the match.

Bea: Do you have any concerns about any of the wrestlers in the match?

Bill: Nope. This type of match is a simple concept of eliminating the others before they can get a try at eliminating me.

Bea: There is not much I can do about how the match goes. The Referee can only do so much but the concept of the match will keep them busy.

Bill: We are at the staging area. I am ready to enter the match and walk away with the win.

Bill and Bea stay in position so when Bill's name is called to enter the match he will make a quick entry into the match and then the fun begins.

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Cameras had left the backstage area and found themselves settling back at ringside. About that time Justin Decent could be seen walking up the ring steps. Before ducking under the top rope and getting himself into the ring.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. It is now time for the Men's High Stakes Rumble. The rules are as follows. Two men will start this match off and after every two minutes, A new man will enter until there are no more left. Eliminations will occur when someone is thrown over the top rope and they touch the arena floor. Any part of their body touches the floor it is an elimination. Once it comes down to the final two. Battle royal rules are out the window and it will be a traditional one on one match. With the winner earning a chance at any championship they want in the near future!

Justin lowered the microphone a little bit. Before taking a couple of steps back waiting on the arrival of the very first man of the match. The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in. The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst into cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a white shorts with matching knee pads and boots.

Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman

Justin: Drawing the number one entrant into the High Stakes Rumble. Coming down to the aisle at this time. All the way from London, England. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. 'The Cockney King' BEN JORDAN!

He stands outside the ring, looking up at the ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and into the ring through the middle and top rope and spins into the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring, looking towards the entrance way.

Simone: What a number one entrance to have!

Adams: We haven't seen Ben in quite some time. This is a pleasant surprise!

Simone: And he looks like he is in phenomenal shape! Can't wait to see how he performs after all this time away from the ring.

Ben continued to pace back and forth in the ring. Waiting for that next man to come out. All of the sudden the arena lights found themselves dimming down a little bit. Filling the speakers at that moment was the opening beat to "We Up" by Chris Webby ft DMX. As soon as the song registered with the crowd. There was a huge response from the crowd.

Cheers ringing out with the cameras cutting to the entrance way. Aaron Matthews found himself walking out on stage moments later. Dressed in baggy designer jeans with an all black beater on. Taking the center of the stage leaning down to dust off his Jordan's before shooting back up and yanking the fitted Chicago Bears ball cap off his head. Throwing it out into the crowd for a lucky fan to have.

Justin: And drawing the number two entrant to the Men's High Stakes Rumble. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is 'The American Tradition' AARON MATTHEWS!

By that point Matthews had started to jog down the ramp. Shooting from one side of the ramp to the other making sure to slap hands with some young fans there at ringside. He took a couple of short spurts to the ring. Leaping up onto the ring apron and looking out at the crowd. He began to wave his hand up into the air over and over again trying to keep the fans pumped and excited.

He swung his leg over the middle rope and then ducked down to avoid the top rope. Once he was in the ring, he found himself taking a little bit of a victory lap around it. Keeping hands pumping up in the air as the crowd rooted for him. As soon as he stopped lapping the ring, his music was starting to die down. Matthews grabbed the end of his beater and lifting it over his head to throw it on the floor.

Adams: Wow! Aaron Matthews is the number two man?!

Simone: We haven't seen him around since the Anniversary Show. And before that it was like the year 2013?!

Adams: Dusting off those jordans. Taking off that beater to show the dad bod. He looks like he means business, but I don't know how well this is going to work out for him.

DING DING DING!

Matthews and Jordan found themselves stepping out of their respective corners. The two men circling around one another trying to get a feel for the other. Before both of them finally stepped forward and found themselves locking up in the middle of the ring. That was a tight collar-elbow tie up amongst the two men. Neither of them truly getting the upper hand just yet.

Simone: Who had Ben Jordan and Aaron Matthews facing off in 2024 on their bingo card?

Adams: I know that I sure didn't.

Simone: Quite the pleasant surprise.

Back in the ring Matthews finally took control. Breaking the lock up by pulling Jordan in and placing him in a firm side headlock. Squeezing down with those tattooed arms. Jordan wasn't going to just take that lying down. He landed some pretty stiff shots to the stomach of Matthews forcing him to loosen the grip that he had on him.

Jordan then took a hold of Matthews by his wrist and whipped him towards the ropes. He bounced off them and came right back into Jordan who drilled him with a huge shoulder block that took Matthews off his feet in the middle of the ring. Jordan looked down at him and then turned towards the ropes. As he hit them and came back. Matthews rolled over trying to trip him.

Being the veteran than Jordan was he leaped right over Matthews and went towards the other ropes. He hit them, but as he hit them. Matthews rushed in and connected with a CLOTHESLINE that nearly sent Jordan over the top rope. He quickly grabbed the ropes to prevent himself from doing so. Matthews grabbing his legs and trying to assist him over.

Adams: Aaron looking for a very quick elimination in this High Stakes Rumble!

Simone: It's smart. Get someone out of here as fast as you can and before anyone else is able to make their way out. There's no doubt that could work out in a major way for whomever.

Adams: However, this is Ben Jordan we are talking about. A former Heavyweight Champion. He isn't going to go down without a fight!

Jordan was holding on tightly with his right hand but making sure to connect with a couple of left handed jabs to the head of Matthews. Finally able to get Matthews to back off as Jordan landed back on his feet in the ring. He charged forward, almost taking Matthews head off with a lariat. Flipping the former Tag Team Champion inside out from the force of it. Jordan got right back up to his feet with a smirk.

TEN!

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SEVEN!

SIX!

FIVE!

Adams: We're about to see who the third entrant is to the High Stakes Rumble.

Simone: This is so exciting. Is it going to be one of the men confirmed for the match? Or will it be a major surprise for us?!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Right after the bu

er could be heard. "Madness" by Liliac could be heard taking over the speaker system in the building. JUSTIN SMITH could be seen starting to sprint out from the back and book it down to the ring. Inside the ring Matthews had Jordan pinned in one of the corners. Unloading on him with a series of punches. On the final punch, it put Jordan down on his backside. Matthews turned around just in time to see Smith sliding into the ring from under the bottom rope.

Matthews did what he could to cut him off by rushing towards him. Swinging his arm for a clothesline, but Smith ducked right under the arm. He hit the ropes with everything he had and to have that extra level so that when Matthews turned around. He was right in his crosshairs for a SPEAR that took Matthews off his feet. Leaving him rolling around the ring holding his ribs from the move. Smith got right back to his feet with a smirk on his lips.

Simone: Justin folded the American Tradition in half with that spear!

Adams: Who knew that Justin could move that fast. He looks like he's eighty five years old some days!

Jordan pushed himself back to his feet and approached Smith from behind. He grabbed a hold of him and spun him around. Smith blocked the punch that tried to come from Jordan before landing a few stiff chops right to the chest of Jordan. Lighting the man up like a christmas tree and backing him up against the ropes. Smith grabbed the man by the wrist and then attempted to whip him across the ring, but Jordan countered at the last second.

Jordan shot Smith to the other side of the ring, but he came right off those ropes like a missile. He caught Jordan with a stiff clothesline to the chest. It wasn't enough to take Jordan off his feet. Instead he just fell back against the ropes, but came off them right away with a stiff HEADBUTT right to Smith's jaw. The force of the headbutt caused Smith to spin around out on his feet where Matthews was waiting. He rushed forward and connected with the "SUPERKICK FROM HELL" taking Smith off his feet.

Adams: What a double team from Ben and Aaron!

Simone: I don't think Justin knew where he was after the headbutt. That superkick was just the icing on the cake!

Adams: Something tells me that when Justin actually comes to. He's going to be dealing with a massive headache.

Simone: Oh, you're very much hitting the head on the nail there, Jason!

Matthews and Jordan took one look at each other before shrugging their shoulders. Both men reached down and grabbed a hold of Smith peeling him off the mat. Taking a side of his head each, the two of them rushed towards the ropes and tossed Smith OVER the top rope. His body hitting the floor with a thud and officially eliminated from the match.

Justin: Justin Smith has been eliminated!

Simone: I guess thanks for coming Justin!

Adams: Better luck next time?

Simone: Will there be a next time though? Is this going to be an annual event?

Adams: Guess we'll have to wait till next year to find out!

Now that Smith was out of the way. Matthews and Jordan went right back to slugging it out with one another. Matthews caught him with a right hand. Then a kick to the gut forcing Jordan to double over. Matthews shot towards the ropes and came back delivering a boot to the side of Jordan's head. As Jordan spun all the way around though. He caught Matthews by surprise with a EUROPEAN UPPERCUT causing him to fall back against the ropes and then rebound with Jordan catching him with a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX smack dab in the middle of the ring.

Jordan grabbed a hold of Matthews by his hair. Pulling him up off the mat before taking the man over to one of the corners. He lifted the American Tradition up by the waist. Then pushing down on his head and neck trying to force him out of the ring. Matthews was quick to grab a hold of the ropes to hold on. Doing what he could to try and hold on. Jordan continued to put the pressure on. Even taking a couple of stiff shots to the back of the man's neck. Trying to get Matthews to loosen that grip. But it wasn't working out in his favor.

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BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

Adams: Who is it going to be?!

Simone: Hopefully someone that can make a bigger impact than Justin did!

All eyes were on the entrance way. "Clouds" by NF began to play loudly over the speakers. Sending the crowd into a huge frenzy. With EDDIE LYONS coming out from the back in a mad dash. Sprinting town that ramp with everything he had. Sliding right into the ring in an effortless manner. Before leaping across the ring and hitting a SPLASH on Jordan in the corner. The splash made Matthews fall over the ropes, but he quickly grabbed the top rope to avoid falling.

Eddie had grabbed a hold of Jordan's head pulling him towards the middle of the ring. He hooked him by the head and neck. Then grabbed a hold of the man's waist delivering a snap EXPLODER SUPLEX sending Jordan flying across the ring. He hit with a thud and then rolled to the corner. Eddie was back to his feet within seconds. Turning to see that Matthews was pulling himself back up on the apron. Eddie catches the man with a huge FOREARM SMASH causing Matthews to nearly fall off the apron.

Simone: Aaron is in trouble here! Big big trouble!

Adams: Remember folks. All Aaron has to do is touch the floor. That's it. He's eliminated!

Matthews was gripping that top rope with everything that he had. Keeping his knees bent so those feet weren't close to the floor. Eddie was hammering with his hand across the wrist of Matthews. Trying to make them weak so he would let go. All of the sudden Eddie found himself being grabbed around the waist. Jordan was right back on his feet. Taking Eddie over his shoulder with a GERMAN SUPLEX but Jordan kept a hold of the man's waist. Starting to roll his hips to stand back up while pulling Eddie back up with him.

No sooner than they were on their feet. Jordan lifted Eddie up and took him down with a second GERMAN SUPLEX in the middle of the ring. Eddie could be seen favoring his neck, but Jordan still didn't let go. He rolled his hips a second time. Standing them both back up. Eddie looking around for something to grab onto. Matthews had just finished pulling himself back on the apron when Eddie grabbed his shirt. Matthews smacked the man's arms away and then delivered a "SUPERKICK FROM HELL" leading to Jordan taking Eddie back over his shoulders for a third and final GERMAN SUPLEX in the ring.

Adams: Alright, I think I have seen enough. Bring back the Men's Tag Division!

Simone: Ben and Aaron are gelling so well together out there. And I don't even think they're trying to plan this out as a team. They're just trying to survive.

Matthews was able to finally climb back through the ropes. Nodding over at Jordan in a seal of approval before waving him on. Matthews targeted Eddie's body that lay there after those three germans. However, Jordan didn't follow. Instead he grabbed Matthews by the wrist and spun him around. Delivering a kick right to his gut to double him over. Jordan hooked the man by the waist and lifted him up to deliver "THAT HADTA HURT" driving his knees right into the spine of Matthews,

Simone: Ooof! Matthews just found out the hard way. This isn't a tag team match!

Adams: Always knew there was something about Ben that made him hard to trust!

Jordan took a look at Matthews just being folded up over himself after the lungblower. Before he turned his attention back to Eddie. By then Eddie was using the ropes to help pull himself up. Jordan clubbed him from behind before lifting Eddie up by the waist. Dumping Eddie right over the top rope, but he had the smarts to rotate his body at the last second to land on the ring apron. Eddie wrapping his arms around the bottom rope to secure himself in place.

Right away it caused Jordan to stomp away at Eddie trying to male him loosen the grip he had on that bottom rope. It was starting to work with Eddie's head dangling off the mat. Coming close to make connection with the floor. Jasmine and Drew are right there in position to make the call if needed. Jordan getting frustrated with the situation. Stomping one final time before walking away with Edde being able to save himself for now.

With the man turning himself around. It turned out to be a bit of a mistake. Thanks to Matthews diving from the second rope and taking Jordan down with a BLOCKBUSTER! Matthews instantly kipped back to his feet with a smirk. The crowd found themselves cheering him on.

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FIVE!

Adams: Here comes entrant number five!

Simone: Five men in the ring at the same time is sure to get dangerous!

Adams: This is what these men want. They want things to be as dangerous as they can be. It'll make a warning that championship shot mean just a little more!

Simone: And the worst part about that is we couldn't even begin to guess who is going to go the distance in that one.

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!

There was an odd silence for a split second. Matthews stood in the middle of the ring waiting to see who was about to come out. That's when "Raise Your Glass" by Pink began to sound off in the ring. Seconds later the massive man that was BILL BARNHART could be seen stepping out from the back. By no means was he in any hurry to get down the ring. Just glaring down where Matthews stood. Matthews stood there waving his hands to beckon Bill to come on. Then all of the sudden he went down to one knee. That was thanks to Eddie coming from behind him with a CHOP BLOCK!

Eddie found himself then landing a stiff kick to the side of Matthews head to finish putting him down on the mat. Yet when he turned back around. Eddie came face to face with Bill who snagged the man by his throat. Bill quickly lifted Eddie right off his feet before slamming him down in the center of the ring with a CHOKESLAM causing Eddie to writhe in pain. Rolling over holding his back where it had hit the mat. Bill turned his attention to Matthews who was favoring his leg as he tried to stand up. Right then Bill grabbed a hold of the American Tradition and took him up in the air for the "BULLDOG SLAM" slamming him down.

Simone: Someone the size of Bill can certainly change the outcome of a match.

Adams: Power and size are certainly that works in his favor. That's not a man that anyone is just going to easily toss over the top rope.

Bill got right back to his feet. He turned around to see Jordan standing there on the ring apron. That was his cue as he grabbed the top rope and launched himself into the air. Jordan coming in for a SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLI-NOOOO! Bill managed to deliver a huge OVER HAND CHOP to the chest of Jordan simply swatted the man out of the air. Jordan hit the mat with a thud as he proceeded to hold his chest in the ring yelling out in agony. Bill found himself turning to where Jordan had landed and reached down to scoop him up onto his shoulders.

Taking a few steps with Jordan hanging onto his shoulders. Bill reached down and yanked Matthews up, putting him on top of Jordan. Both men are on his shoulders now. This is when he took a few more steps to the side of the ring and managed to dump BOTH men off his shoulder and over the top rope. Somehow though Jordan and Matthews landed on the ring apron narrowly escaping elimination. Eddie was up on his feet as he charged Bill and managed to catch him with a RUNNING KNEE LIFT causing Buill to fall back into the ropes. Jordan and Matthews found themselves standing up.

They worked together to grab the man's massive shoulders and try to flip him over the top rope from where they stood on the apron. Eddie came forward and grabbed the bottom half of Bill lifting the man up as best he could. Trying to help assist Jordan and Matthews in the elimination.

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BUZZZZZZ!!!

Adams: Entrant number six!

Simone: Something just tells me it's going to be someone huge!

Adams: Anything is possible in these types of matches!

Simone: Man! The more and more I think about it, Jason. This should be a yearly thing. It has me so excited. The waiting. The anticipation...

Before Belinda could finish the statement. "Hail To The King" by Halocenes began to blare over the speakers. There was an instant reaction from the crowd. Not one that was very positive, but chances are that wouldn't make a difference. About that time ALEX JONES could be seen rushing out from the back and heading for the ring. Back inside the ring Bill landed a huge elbow to Jordan. Then one to Matthews. Then kicked Eddie away from him. Saving himself from elimination for now.

Bill pushed himself off the ropes to a more vertical basis. However, as soon as he was up. Jones had slid right into the ring and blindsided the mat with a STEP UP ENZIGURI! That foot drilling Bill in the back of his head and bringing him down to his knees. Jones took just a couple of steps backwards before rushing in and leaping up putting his foot on the back of Bill's head stomping down with everything he had for "DRAGON'S BREATH" bouncing Bill's head off the mat.

Jones smirked from ear to ear. About then Eddie grabbed the man by the wrist and spun him around. He caught Jones right on the chin with a huge forearm strike. Jones fell back against the ropes, but he popped right back up off them and caught Eddie by surprise with a SUPERKICK to the knee causing Eddie to buckle falling down to his knees. Jones took off to rush towards the ropes and hit them with force. As he came off them, he leaped up, and then drilled Eddie with "DRAGON'S BREATH"!

Simone: Alex Jones is single handedly taking over the High Stakes Rumble!

Adams: His resume speaks for itself. There's a reason he's a Hall of Famer!

Jones was feeling himself and it was showing. Once he turned around though Jordan caught him with a surprise kick to the gut. Jones doubled over quickly with Jordan grabbing him by his waist and hoisting him up for "THAT HADTA HUR-NOOO!" Somehow someway Jones was able to flip completely out of it and land right on his feet while forcing Jordan's head between his legs. He hooked the man's arms in record fashion before leaping up.

Then driving the Cockney King down with "THE DRAGON SLEEPS"! His head bounced off the mat with Jordan looking like he was out cold. More boos were being thrown in the man's direction, but he shrugged it off. Jones reached down to grab Jordan up off the mat and then led him by the head to THROW him over the top rope, but Jordan was able to grab the top rope with both hands. Swinging his body to avoid hitting the floor and landing on the apron.

On the other side of the ring. Matthews was lighting Eddie up in the corner with a series of punches and chops. Mixing it up between the two. A jab here. A chop there. Then a huge uppercut that knocked Eddie up onto the top rope right in the perfect position. Matthews grabbed him by the head and neck trying to push him over the top rope to the floor. Eddie however fought with everything he had. Meanwhile Jones was trying to stomp Jordan off the apron, but it wasn't working.

TEN!

NINE!

EIGHT!

SEVEN!

SIX!

FIVE!

Adams: The ring is really starting to pile up right now. We have five men in the ring. We're about to have our seventh entrant!

Simone: I do want to take the time to give a special shout out to Aaron Matthews and Ben Jordan. These two men started this match off. They're still in it as we are approaching the twenty five minute mark.

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

BUUUUZZZZZ!

Simone: You can hear a pin drop in here right now. We're all waiting for who is next!

Adams: Are we about to get a difference maker?!

With the silence still taking over the fans. All while the men found themselves battling in the ring. There was a sudden loud voice that could be heard.

"HUZZZZZZZZZAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Following that single word. "I'll Be There For You" by the Rembrandts began to blare over the arena's speakers. Nearly every single fan rose to their feet with excitement.

Adams: Oh no! Oh no! Who let this idiot in the building?!

Simone: Guy with Cape is back and in the flesh! This just became the greatest night in Sin City Wrestling history!

Adams: Don't say something that goofy, Belinda!

Simone: I am saying it because I believe it!

Back on the stage that's when Guy with his cape on could be seen stepping out from behind the curtain. For some odd reason the man was pushing a shopping cart along with him. Still down inside the ring everyone was battling it out with one another. Not having the slightest clue Guy had arrived or at the least didn't care. Guy found himself lining that shopping cart up in the middle of the ramp before he jumped right inside it.

This caused the cart to begin to roll down the ramp at an excess speed. Guy was standing up with the cart rolling down the ramp. Inside the ring Matthews, Eddie, and Bill had all managed to turn their attention to the side of the ring at the perfect time. That cart hit the ring with force sending Guy FLYING out of the cart as he managed to turn his body out in mid air taking all three men down with a modified version of the "SUPERMAN DAT GUY"! Right away Guy rolled to his feet and threw his arms into the air.

Simone: This man knows how to make an entrance!

Adams: This man needs to learn how to make an exit and keep it that way!

Guy beaming with pride, but with his back turned. That allowed him to be subjected to a blinding club to the back of the head from Jordan. This led to Guy falling into the ropes. Jordan was quick to rush him against the ropes trying to lift him over. That's when Eddie found himself back to his feet rushing in trying to assist Jordan. They had Guy up on the ropes, but was fighting by wrapping both of his arms around the top rope to make it more difficult for them.

Bill and Matthews back in the fold of things. They took notice of Jordan and Eddie trying to get Guy out of the ring. Taking it upon themselves to come over to help. Bill and Matthews grabbing a leg each. Lifting the man up as Jordan and Eddie took turns slugging at the arms of Guy wrapped around that top rope. Trying to get him to let go. Guy shaking his head from side to side. Showing great strength despite the four on one situation.

Adams: Get him out of here! Come on make it happen!

Simone: Why is Guy considered the villain here?! Everyone is ganging up on him!

Adams: The dude is the root of all evil. I don't care what you say or believe Belinda. We saw what happened when he was King. The last thing we need is for him to be a champion around here!

Simone: I happen to think Guy would be a fantastic champion around these parts one day! Not to mention, these fans think so too and their opinion is the only one that truly matters!

Guy was starting to teeter over the top of the rope. Looking like the future was bleak for the man, but in one last ditch effort. Guy showed power that no one saw coming. Literally LAUNCHING every single superstar off of him and sending them tumbling to the mat. Guy got his feet back under him as he saw Eddie being the first one to charge him. A quick kick to the gut from Guy cut Eddie off. That's when Guy connected with a STUNNER causing Eddie to flip inside out and landing on the mat.

Gripping his cape Guy moved it out of his way as he swung himself back to his feet. As soon as he was up. Matthews was charging right towards him with his arm out. Guy avoided the clothesline by catching the American Tradition mid-stride and then lifted him straight up into the air for a thunderous ROCK BOTTOM in the middle of the ring. Guy popped back to his feet with his hands on his hips and arching his eyebrow causing the crowd to pop massively. Jordan back to his feet. He gripped Guy by the shoulder and spun him around. He landed a stiff shot to the jaw. Then another stiff shot to the jaw. Then another and another. Jordan really had Guy on wobbly legs at that point. Winding up his fist for what one would have perceived to be the big shot coming. Before he could connect though. Guy reached out and caught Jordan with a thumb to the eye. Blinding the former champion for a moment.

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BUZZZZZZZ!

Simone: Here comes entrant number eight!

Adams: Whomever comes out. I hope they just hit the ring and clean Guy's clock!

Inside the ring Guy had just connected with "DICK KICK PARTY" when he kicked Jordan square between the legs and sent the man following to the mat. Only for Bill to find himself come right up behind Guy and locking his arms around his head for a sleeper hold. That's when "Test Your Metal" by Unleash The Archers could be heard. Leading to CALEB STORMS quite literally storming out from the back and making a dash towards the ring with every intention of taking over the match.

Bill tried to keep that sleeper hold locked in tight on Guy. Leading to Guy starting to fade fast due to those massive arms of the Bulldog. Once Guy went limp, Bill shoved the man in the cape forward. Guy just flopping to the mat. Now before Bill even had the chance to turn around. Caleb had slid right into the ring and jumped on the man before. Hitting him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Bill stumbled forward but still had his footing.

He turned himself around. Caleb was ready for it as he leaped into the air and connected with a DROPKICK that took Bill right off his feet. He hit the mat with a huge thud. Caleb got back to his feet, but that's when Jones clubbed him in the back knocking him down to his knees. Jones took the chance to get right in front of him. Grabbing a hold of the man's arms and yanking Caleb towards him for a KNEE STRIK-NOOO! Caleb managed to dodge his head to the side avoiding the strike.

All while reversing things with pulling Jones forward and connected with a headbutt to send Jones stumbling backwards. Caleb popped right back to a vertical basis. To the point that by the time Jones recovered. Caleb was already ready and caught him right under the chin with a SUPERKICK taking Jones off his feet. Caleb takes the time to look around at the fallen bodies before bringing out a little bit of an air guitar solo right there in the middle of the ring.

Adams: And here I thought it couldn't get any worse than Guy!

Simone: Come on Jason! You're not yourself tonight. Have a little bit of fun. Hit us with some air drums. Get us in the mood!

Caleb finally takes notice of Eddie trying to pull himself up with the help of the ropes. Taking the chance to rush over to the man and try to sneak him by sending him over the ropes. He got Eddie up and over, but Eddie planted his hand against the ring apron. Fighting with everything he could to not fall over. Using his foot to reach and kick Caleb right in the face to back him up. Eddie pushed back and landed on his feet to continue on.

Little did he know Matthews was standing behind him having him lined up. Eddie slowly turned around leading to Matthews going for the "SUPERKICK FROM HEL-NOOOO!" Eddie managed to avoid the kick by catching his foot. Matthews hobbled on the one foot with Eddie holding onto it. Shaking his head with a little bit of panic in his eyes. Eddie then slammed Matthews foot down to the mat causing him to stumble right into Eddie's clutches. He lifted Matthews up and then planted him with the "LYONS ROAR"!

That DDT was deadly spiking Matthews head right off the mat. Eddie shoved Matthews away from him as he stood himself back up. Yet as soon as he stood up, he found himself in danger. Guy leaping from the top rope and grabbing Eddie's head to drive him into the mat with "THE HANGOVER: PART 4" leaving Eddie out cold for the time being. Guy rolled backwards to his feet, but when he did. He found himself being spun around by Jordan. He forced Guy to double over before landing "THAT HADTA HURT"!

Simone: All hell is starting to break loose here! These men are laying into each other with their best shots!

Adams: And I am getting word now. That we have just one more entrant to the rumble. It's a last minute name being thrown into this thing.

Simone: That clock couldn't tick done soon enough. There might not be anything left for that man to come out here too with the way things are going.

Adams: If that's the case. It would be an easy win!

Jordan looked mighty proud of himself over dropping the weirdo in a cape. However, he didn't get to gloat for very long. Caleb grabbing a hold of Jordan from behind. He lifted the former champion up and spun him all the way around to connect with "PAINKILLER" right there in the middle of the ring. That Blue Thunder Bomb seemingly doing wonders for Caleb time being. Knowing that he had to get back to his feet. Caleb pushed Jordan away from him and started to stand back up.

Caleb wasn't even able to get both feet under him before he was grabbed by the head and beck. Resulting him being pulled across the ring quickly and TOSSED right over the top rope. Caleb hit the floor harshly as he rolled over to his knees. The state of shock on his face said it all. He hadn't expected to be thrown out of the ring and thrown out by Bill Barnhart of all people!

Justin: Caleb Storms has been eliminated!

Adams: Good night Caleb!

Simone: He is in complete shock right now.

Adams: I'd be shocked too if Bill Barnhart was the man to eliminate me from anything!

Simone: Oh look Jason! It's time for our last entrant!

A frustrated Caleb just slammed his hands against the floor as he stood up and started to walk away from the ringside area with the countdown clock appearing.

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BUZZZZZZ!

"The Devil In I" by SlipKnot hit the arena's speakers the second that buzzer sounded. The crowd instantly sourned as they watched KEVIN CARTER come stepping out from behind the curtain. He was finishing up wrapping up his tape around his wrist. Before starting to jog towards the ring. Caleb was starting to pass Carter right there on the ramp. Not seeing what was about to come his way. Carter completely clobbers the man with a RIGHT HAND causing Caleb to hit the steel ramp with force.

Simone: Come on! That wasn't called for Caleb has already been eliminated!

Adams: We already know that man does whatever the hell he wants. There's no getting him to abide by any set of rules!

Simone: Honestly, I can't even believe he's in this match. You'd assume he'd want to be as fresh as he could be for that match against Hot Stuff, Mark Ward!

Adams: You think he was really going to pass up a chance to make our lives a living hell, by seeing him twice, and the possibility of him having a title match in the future!

Inside the ring Matthews and Guy were paired off in one of the corners. Slugging away at each other. In another corner Jones was trying to force Jordan over the ropes. Meanwhile Bill stood smack dab in the middle of the ring awaiting Carter. Sure enough the Scumbag himself slid right under the bottom rope and met Bill in the middle of the ring. The two men trading blows back and forth with each other. Bill being the bigger of the two started to get the upper hand.

Unloading on Carter with a couple of huge punches. Before grabbing his head and then connecting with a HEADBUTT to the cranium of Carter causing him to stumble backwards. Bill gearing up to rush in, but as soon as he got close. Carter ducked under his arm and wrapped his arms around the waist of Bill. Before spinning Bill around with a RIP CORD and finishing things off with an ELBOW STRIKE right in the side of Bill's head. Bill stumbled but didn't fall down.

Carter was not pleased with what he saw. Coming right back and catching Bill again. This time with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK right to the back of the head. Bill went falling into the ropes. Carter takes a step back with every intention of taking Bill's head off. Before he could though ALEX JONES rushed him and connected with a huge RUNNING KNEE STRIKE that sent Bill over the top rope. The massive man hitting the floor on the outside with a thud.

Adams: Alex came out of nowhere with that running knee!

Simone: He sure did. There's no way at all Bill saw that coming until it was too late!

Justin: Bill Barnhart has been eliminated!

Carter found himself being drilled by Guy a YAKUZA KICK causing him to fall into the corner. Jones found himself in a double team position. Eddie grabs a hold of the man from behind and locks him in a Full Nelson. Jordan took the opportunity to land some stiff shots to the body of Jones to weaken him. Guy now finds himself stomping away on Carter in the corner. Matthews was now back on his feet as he stood across the ring letting them men brawl it out. Taking that moment to catch his breath.

Jones found himself starting to fight back. He took his right foot and kicked backwards catching Eddie right between the legs with a LOW BLOW forcing him to break the Full Nelson hold he had on him. Right then Jones was able to block one of Jordan's punches. Landing a punch of his own then kicking Jordan right in the gut. He hooked the man around the head and neck going for a SNAP DD-NO! Jordan flipped Jones over the top of him for a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPL-NO! Jones managed to flip and land on his feet.

Simone: Ladies and gentlemen. This is our chance to remind you. All these men are competing for a shot championship of their choosing at the Christmas Climax Control before the end of the year.

Adams: And you can tell they are competing for a championship shot. These men are giving it everything they have. There's no way at all in telling you how this is going to end.

Simone: I could not pick a winner if my life depended on it. That's how stiff this competition has become!

Adams: If I had to take a guess personally. I'd go with Kevin as much as that pains me to say. He's the freshest one out here.

Simone: And can you believe that Ben and Aaron are still out here?! We're closing in on close to forty minutes in the ring!

Adams: True ironmen of this High Stakes Rumble!

Jones seemingly had enough of Jordan. Catching him in the back of the head with a STEP UP ENZIGURI drilling him harshly in the back of the head. Jordan fell into the ropes. That's just the chance that the man needed. Jones charging at him for a CLOTHESLI-NOOOOO! The second Jones got close, Jordan ducked down and caught him with a BACK BODY DROP sending Jones flying out of the ring. Hitting the unforgiving floor with a splat. Jordan turned around to offer a smug smirk in the direction of the angry looking Jones who just realized he had been sent packing.

Justin: Alex Jones has been eliminated!

Adams: The night has been spoiled for a Hall of Famer.

Simone: Nothing to be ashamed of though. Alex put up one hell of an effort. It'll certainly be fun seeing him back in the fold of things.

On the other side of the ring Guy was biting the forehead of Matthews trying to draw blood. Matthews screamed out in agony as he tried to push the man away, but it was no use. Digging his teeth further into the forehead of Matthews before shoving him down to the ground. Guy taking the chance then starts stomping away on Matthews. That's when Carter could be seen scooping Jordan up onto his shoulders. It seemed that he had something special in mind.

However before he could connect with that move. Eddie came out of nowhere and grabbed the feet of Jordan, yanking him off the shoulders of Carter before tossing him across the ring. Carter turned around in confusion, but was met right away with a stiff right from Eddie. Those rights came more frequently as he started to back Carter up towards those ropes. On the next punch though, Carter blocked it and then grabbed Eddie by his head, spinning him around to push him against the ropes.

Carter proceeded to hit a couple of stiff shots across the chest of Eddie with his arm. Doing his best to weaken him and send him over the top rope. Eddie had one arm wrapped around the top rope though making sure he had leverage on his body. All of the sudden both men could hear "HU

AH" loud and clear. With their eyes turning to where it was coming from. By then it was too late as Guy connected with a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE that sent them both over the top rope.

Simone: Say good night to Eddie Lyons and Kevin Carter.

Adams: No! No you spoke too soon Belinda! Look!

Eddie and Carter both avoided what appeared to be center elimination. Thanks to them using their impressive arm strength to grab the top rope. All while locking their legs around each other and essentially helping keep them hovered from touching the floor. Guy couldn't even attempt to do anything about their save. Because at that time Matthews surprised the man with the SOLDIER FIELD BLITZ that massive spear causing Guy to fold up over himself and landing on his neck.

Carter and Eddie both swung their legs away from each other. Being able to get their feet up and under them to start standing up on the apron. Eddie being the first one to strike with a KICK right to the shoulder of Carter causing him to stumble backwards but he didn't fall. Carter fired back with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK that caught Eddie in the side of the head. Almost causing him to slip and fall, but he saved himself by holding the ropes tightly.

Seeing at last the cracked armor of Eddie. Carter went to swing that leg out again for another kick, but as he tried to do so. He felt something heavy on his foot. Almost holding him in place. The crowd was going completely insane when Carter looked down to see MARK WARD holding onto his foot. Carter began to scream at him, Mark offering that cheesy grin. Quickly letting go of his foot and backing away. Carter's face was turning bright red as he continued to scream and cuss the boss out.

Adams: Oh what a twisting turn of events! This man really thought our boss was going to let him just waltz in here and take a title shot after everything he's done!

Simone: I think we know that Carter doesn't think things through. He always has that victim mentality! But I can tell you right now. I don't think I have ever seen Carter this mad before! He is fuming!

By then Mark had just put his hands up in the air. As if he was innocent and continued to further back himself away from the ring up the ramp. Carter had that evil glare in his eyes, but he found himself turning his attention back around. By that time Eddie had got back into the ring and was just waiting. Soon as Carter realized what was going on. Eddie hit him with a huge CLOTHESLINE that flipped Carter inside out and had him flying off the apron hitting the floor!

Simone: Kevin is out of here! Kevin has been eliminated from the High Stakes Rumble!

Adams: He made the fatal mistake of allowing himself to lose focus. I get what Mark was doing and he played right into it. It cost him in a major way!

Simone: I just hope that Mark knows what he is doing. Essentially costing this man everything he wanted. He still has to face Kevin later tonight!

Adams: It's Mark Ward, Belinda! We know that man always has a game plan!

Justin: Keviin Carter has been eliminated!

Eddie had quite the smirk on his lips as he looked down at Carter lying on the mat outside. That brief distraction was almost costly for Eddie. With Matthews coming right up behind Eddie, grabbing him by the legs, and then just dumping him over. Eddie grabbed the top rope to save himself. With Matthews already turning away from him thinking he got the elimination. Jordan had just grabbed a hold of the cape of a dazed Guy and threw the cape up over Guy's head blinding him for the moment.

Jordan then gripped the blind Guy and went rushing towards the ropes. He tossed him over and sent him legitimately flying over the top rope. Guy soaring through the air and ended up landing CHEST FIRST on the steel barricade at ringside. That's where his body managed to stay. He didn't fall forward over the guard rail. He didn't fall backwards. Nothing about him was touching the floor, so there was no elimination. Jordan standing back in the ring looking shocked and impressed at the same time.

Adams: I cannot believe what I am seeing! How?! How did he actually avoid elimination?!

Simone: This is a wild sight to see. Guy really took to the air like a superhero and avoided the elimination but I don't know how he is going to get back in the ring without touching the floor.

Back inside the ring Matthews could be seen approaching Jordan and slapping the man on the shoulder. Jordan turned around to see Matthews giving him a thumbs up over what had just taken place. Jordan nodded his head with that smirk. However that's when Matthews blindsided him with a lariat over the top rope. Jordan landing on the apron. Matthews reached over the top rope to try and push him off, but that was a mistake with Jordan grabbing a hold of his head and yanking him over as well.

Matthews too was able to avoid elimination by landing on the apron as well. Both men gently crawled away from each other so they could use the top rope to pull themselves up. One fatal mistake from either of them and they were officially gone. Once they were up they decided to charge each other. Lefts and rights just being thrown. An all out brawl amongst them on the apron. Eddie finally coming back to his senses in the ring. Sitting up to see the two men dangerously fighting on the apron.

This was his moment. Eddie found himself rushing in. Yet as soon as he got close Matthews and Jordan must've seen it coming. They backed away from each other as Eddie whiffed things big time. His head was exposed in the worst way hung up over those ropes. Matthews coming in with a "SUPERKICK FROM HELL" to the left side of Eddie's head with Jordan coming in with a huge HEAD BUTT to the right side of his head. Eddie's eyes rolled back as he fell back to the mat in the ring.

Jordan and Matthews took a second to look at the damage they had done. Both nodded at each other before turning like they were going to get back into the ring. Then all of the sudden Matthews stepped back on the apron and blindsided Jordan with the "SUPERKICK FROM HELL" causing Jordan to go flying off the ring apron and hitting the floor with force. Matthews dropped down to sit on his back side looking at Jordan coming to realization of what just happened.

Justin: Ben Jordan has been eliminated!

Simone: Wow! Aaron really betrayed Ben there in the end!

Adams: Betrayed? We saw them pull off some good moves together, but this was never a tag match. And did you forget what Ben did earlier?

Simone: Maybe, I just got used to seeing them work together. What a moment for Ben though. He may not have won, but he lasted forty three minutes and fifteen seconds!

Adams: But Aaron is going to last longer and has a chance to win this thing still!

On the outside Jordan looked up from his knees and nodded his head.. Not being bothered by what happened. Almost mutual respect being sent Matthews way. Matthews then got on his hands and knees trying to get back under the ring from under the bottom rope. Out of nowhere Guy was seen leaping from the thin guard rail to the ring apron and STOMPING on Matthew's head for "THE FOOT CLAN"! Matthew's head bounced off the hardest part of the ring which was the ring apron and flopped over to the floor for an elimination!

Simone: Guy with the Foot Clan! Aaron is eliminated at the forty three minutes and twenty two second mark. Lasting longer than anyone in this rumble!

Adams: How in the hell did he pull that off?!

Simone: Who knows, but he did. It's just down to Eddie and Guy with a Cape! We're down to the final two. No matter battle royals. It's one on one. Man to man!

Justin: Aaron Matthews has been eliminated!

Guy was standing there on the ring apron with the proudest smirk in the world on his face. Matthews holding his head on the floor on the outside. Slamming his hands down for a brief second in frustration. The crowd was coming alive once again. They were firmly behind Guy and it showed. That's when Guy pushed down on the middle rope and found himself getting into the ring. As he was doing so, his cape just managed to be wrapped up on one of the ropes getting him caught up.

Adams: Ha! This is what this buffon gets. Wearing a damn cape to the ring!

Simone: Come on Jason. This could be a dangerous situation. He could choke himself out!

Adams: All the reason to be smarter about the ring attire you choose!

Guy turned himself around and used both hands to grab a hold of the cape. A single tug got it unwrapped from the ropes. This allowed him to turn around, but Eddie had been waiting for him. He landed a stiff kick to the gut of Guy. Before hooking him around the head and neck. Lifting him straight up then planting him down in the middle of the ring for "LYONS ROAR"! Guy's head spiking off the mat with that signature DDT. Eddie wasting no time to make the cover. Deeply hooking both of the man's legs. All while Jacob Summers slid into the ring from the outside to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

The crowd found itself falling silent for a brief moment. Although Eddie was a fan favorite. It was taking them a second to really register that Guy had just come up short. Some cheers started to roll in, but Eddie had rolled over to his knees. Slamming his hands down on the mat with pure emotion and joy pouring out of him.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Here is your winner of the first ever Men's High Stakes Rumble! 'Unbreakable' EEEEDDDDIIIIEEEEE LLLLYYYOOOONNNNNS!

With that announcement being made. Eddie pulled himself right up to his feet. Jacob grabbed the man by the wrist and raised his hand into the air pointing to him. A few more cheers started to come in support of Eddie. All while Guy could be seen rolling himself out of the ring. Looking rather disappointed in himself and the outcome.

Simone: What a win for Eddie! What a win!

Adams: Thank god the right man won this match. I know it would have been insufferable to have to deal with Guy on a week to week basis again.

Simone: You know I'm taking nothing away from Eddie. He earned that win, but you have to wonder. What would have happened had Guy not get caught up on the ropes with his cape.

Adams: You don't have to wonder at all. Unfortunately for him. That's how it played out. That's his own fault. I don't think the outcome would have been any different anyway!

Simone: You really gotta get over this issue you have with Guy. We're meant to be unbiased you know!

Inside the ring Eddie had pulled away from Jacob and made a dash right for one of the ring's corners. He climbed it to the second rung before lifting his hands up in the air. The crowd was fully back behind him as the man continued to pump his fists in the air celebrating that win. From there the cameras found themselves cutting away from the ring and heading into the back.

Whether he is competing in singles competition or alongside Alexandra Calaway in the tag team division, Miles Kasey has captured the hearts of the SCW Universe above others of equal or near popularity. With his charming smile and fun personality, not to mention his never say die attitude, Miles has served as an inspiration to the fans who tune in each and every week.

Cameras were rolling in the back catching a teary-eyed Mikhalia. Her make up had taken a hit from the tears and the match she had competed in. she was using her sweat soaked wrist tape to try and pat her eyes dry. Just as Ms. Rocky Mountains could be seen entering the frame.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Miss Mikhalia. Can I have a quick word with you?

Mikhalia: Sure.

She sounded pretty emotional with her nodding her head in agreement. Ms. Mountains waved the cameras to get a little closer as she spoke.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight at the young age of nineteen years old. We saw you compete for the first time under the Sin City Wrestling banner. You were one of the few surprises we had tonight for the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble. Can you tell us what tonight meant for you? You look pretty emotional right now.

Mikhalia: I am. I'm a pretty emotional girl. I wear my heart on my sleeve as my mom tells me all the time. But as far as what tonight meant for me? It meant a lot. I don't know if I can even put it into words if I am being honest. This is something I have been working towards. I wanted to have a big moment. In a big company. I wanted to see if I could compete with some of the best the world has to offer. This was a dream come true.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And how do you think you fared out there with the competition Sin City Wrestling brings? Is it everything you thought it would be?

Mikhalia: It ain't no joke. I can tell you that much.

Despite the few tears rolling down her cheek. She managed to crackle a little laugh. Once again reaching up with her wrist to pat her eyes to get rid of the tears.

Mikhalia: The competition is tough. It's stiff. But it also wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I am very disappointed in myself as far as the outcome goes. I wanted to do better. I wanted to go the distance. Unfortunately it didn't happen. Congratulations to Aleesha for the big win. She's deserving of it. But I do feel disappointment and I do feel shame. I really wanted that to be me.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I personally don't think there is any reason you should feel shame or disappointment at all. You went out there tonight at such a young age and showed that you could hang with some of the best. I feel like you showed all of Sin City Wrestling. You have a bright future in wrestling and maybe a bright future right here. What do you think?

Before she had a chance to answer. Her facial expression changed as she started to sob a little harder. That was all thanks to her father entering the picture. Michael wrapped his arms around Mikhalia giving her a huge embrace. Squeezing tightly around her shoulders. He could speak to her in a low tone.

Michael Harris: I'm proud of you! I'm so proud of you!

She could be heard crying a little bit. With her arms wrapping around her father as she squeezed him with seemingly everything she had. This moment between them brought the raw emotion. Before he started to unwrap his arms around his daughter and stand beside her. Mikhalia started to wipe her eyes again trying to collect herself.

Michael Harris: Sorry for intruding Rocky.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: No apology needed.

Mikhalia: Wow. Uh... so as far as the future goes here. I think tonight showed me a couple of things. You're right I showed I could hold my own. I showed I could have a bright future. I showed what I had, but right now I think it's clear that what I have isn't up to par with the competition this company has.

She cleared her throat for a second. Trying to keep her emotions in check, despite them already boiling over.

Mikhalia: I learned a lot. I now need to take what I learned and go back to the drawing board with it. I need to get a little better. I need to up my game. I need to really get myself up on par with that competition I mentioned. Once I do that. I'll be back and I'll be ready for whatever comes my way.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well whatever you end up doing next. I wish you nothing but the best of luck and I along with so many others will be looking forward to the day you step back between those ropes under our lights.

Mikhalia: Thank you!

She offered a sweet smile in Ms. Mountain's direction. Before she began to walk off with her father down the hall. Their chatter could be briefly heard amongst each other, but the cameras found themselves cutting elsewhere for some more action.

Aw shaddap y'all! I appreciate it!

Cameras had a wide shot being shown off the fans right there at the ringside area. There was so much joy and excitement on their faces. The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo's explodes either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clenches his fists.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is an Unsanctioned Street Fight. There will be no disqualifications. There will be no count outs. This street fight will consist of Falls Count Anywhere rules. Anything and everything is legal! That being said, introducing first. The man that signs the paychecks. From London, England. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is 'Hot Stuff' MARK WARD!

He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing snake skin shorts and matching snake skin boots, both with Union Jack flags on both the shorts and boots with HS on the rear. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance.

Adams: I gotta hand it to Mark. For a man of his age and for someone that hasn't wrestled in ten years. He looks like he's in the best shape of his life!

Simone: Not once did I ever question our boss, but I am sure he has been in the gym quite a bit these last few weeks. He knows that father time works against us all. And being out here with a dangerous man like Kevin Carter. You just can't take any chances.

Adams: I know that's right!

He was surely getting a lot of female attention right there on the side of the ramp. Mark was really soaking it up. To the point he didn't even see what was coming next. Even with the crowd starting to warn him. KEVIN CARTER was running down the ramp with a STEEL CHAIR in hand. The moment he got close to Mark. He swung that chair with all he had, cracking the man across the back. Mark fell right into the barricade before those female fans he was showing off too. His music abruptly stopped with Carter taking the chair and planting it on the ramp. Dawn Barns calling for the bell as she dove out of the ring and started to run up the ramp.

DING DING DING!

Simone: What a sleazy prick! Attacking Mark when he least expected it!

Adams: Honestly this is the kind of thing I was afraid of. Mark cost Kevin in the battle royal earlier in the night. Their heat was already bad, but it really boiled when he did that.

Simone: If you ask me Kevin just looks like a sore loser and a crybaby. What Mark did earlier in the night is minor to the hell that Kevin has put Mark through these last six months!

Carter had turned his attention back over to Mark. Snatching him up by his hair and dragging him just a few inches over to where he had placed that chair.

Kevin Carter: You want to cost me?! You wanted this to be a street fight?! Huh?! Is that what you wanted, Mark?!

The effects of that chair shot to the back was showing. Mark was still in pain when Carter pushed that man's head between his thighs. He wrapped both arms over Mark's waist and then lifted him up putting him in the piledriver position right over the chair. Then all of the sudden Mark swung his feet back down and flipped Carter over him with a BACK BODY DROP on that steel ramp. Carter hit with force and then immediately began to favor his lower back. Mark took that brief moment to get to his feet.

He grabbed that very chair Carter had every chance of hitting him with. As soon as he had his hands on it the building erupted into cheers. Mark turned himself around to see Carter back up on his feet. The Boss then found himself HURLING the chair right at Carter and drilling the man in the face. It hit with such a force and so unexpectedly it put Carter right back down on his backside.

Adams: This is where Kevin messed up! He managed to let Mark get his legs under him and do so rather quickly might I add!

Simone: You can see it in Mark's step. Carter hit him in the back with that chair. It did some damage, but he's taking it off.

Adams: Kevin is going to get everything he ever wanted and then some out of Hot Stuff tonight. I think it'll end up being the biggest mistake of his career.

Carter was trying to shake off the cobwebs of that chair hitting him. Looking up to see that Mark was marching right towards him. Carter tried to scramble to his feet and shake his head no. However Mark wasn't having any of it. Drilling Carter right in the mouth with a solid right hand sending him a couple steps backwards up the ramp. He made sure to connect with another right hand and then another right hand. Only to then grab Carter by his head and slam it against the steel set up of the entrance way.

That shot to the head caused Carter to stumble and then fall right through the gorilla position area. He got to his hands and knees trying to crawl away. That wasn't going to save him with Mark appearing a few moments later. Looking right over to where all the monitors were to showcase the show to the back. He had a little smirk cross his lips while reaching down to grab Carter by his head. Mark then proceeded to shout at everyone in the nearby area.

HS: Get out the bloody way!

Stage hands and backstage workers went scrambling at the man's demand. Mark then charged forward and threw Carter head first into one of those monitors. First glass could be heard shattering and then the sparks from the electrical were seen. Carter fell onto his back revealing the gash that went cross his forehead from one eyebrow to the other. Blood gushed from it. Mark waved over to Dawn just before he dropped down to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

CARTER KICKS OUT!

Simone: Folks, we do want to apologize that you're not getting the action right out here in front of you right now. Somehow this is something that we expected to happen.

Adams: It might actually be for their safety of our fans that these two took this to the back. We're not even five minutes into this match and Kevin is bleeding like a stuffed pig.

Simone: A grown man's head is not meant to be thrown through a TV monitor.

Mark didn't seem all that bothered with Carter kicking out. He simply reached down and grabbed the man by his bloody head and lifted him up. Taking him by the head and shoulder before throwing him a door that led to the backstage area. Carter crashed through the door and hit the concrete floor face first. As soon as the people in the back saw him. They knew it was time to get out of dodge and that's what they did. Found themselves running away.

Carter was back on his hands and knees trying to crawl away. He didn't get too far though with Mark running over and landing a stiff kick right to the ribs of Carter knocking him back down. Mark reached for the man's head and grabbed his blood soaked hair. Dragging him across the concrete floor. Walking right up to a set of glass doors and pushed them open. Taking the both of them right outside the front doors of the TCC Arena.

Adams: Good lord! They're taking this outside?!

Mark then grabbed a hold of Carter and pulled him up to his feet. He leaned the bleeding man against one of the concrete pillars in front of the building. Mark took a second to measure up Carter's face with his hands. Before he took a step back and aimed for the man's head with "RED H-NOOO!" Carter ducked the signature superkick causing Mark to slam his foot into the concrete. It had the man limping for a second, but that's all that Carter needed.

He grabbed the head of Mark and then rammed him, head first right into that concrete pillar of the building. Then the sickening sound of his head connecting with it could be heard before Mark's body flopped down to the ground. Carter fell back to his backside from the amount of blood he was losing as he looked over at Mark just holding his head.

Simone: How does Mark not walk away with a concussion after that?!

Carter started to battle back to his feet. Mark was doing the same, reaching for the metal rail that was in front of him that connected to the concrete steps leading to the building. It helped get him right to his feet. However with his feet under him Carter clubbed him behind and knocked him against the rail. Wasting no time at all Carter kicked Mark as hard as he could in the mid section to double him over. He then hooked Mark around the head and neck area.

Reaching low with his other hand to grab Mark by the waist. Spinning himself around as lifted Mark up and took him over him for an EXPLODER SUPLEX forcing Mark to slam spine first against that rail before being violently flung off of it and hitting the concrete steps. Not doing his back anymore favors especially after the chair shot earlier in the night. Carter gently stepped down a few of those steps to where Mark's body was with Dawn following him. Once he got close, he dropped down to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

MARK FORCES A STRONG KICK OUT!

Adams: Ten years away from the ring might be starting to really show right here, Belinda. No offense to Mark, but there's no way his body is conditioned to take this kind of punishment.

Simone: It's not looking great. I can admit that. As much as I am firmly behind Mark here tonight. The longer this goes on and the longer Kevin has control. The more afraid I am for the outcome.

Adams: If Kevin is able to win this match. I am even more terrified of what the means for Sin City Wrestling all together.

Carter looked annoyed with Mark's ability to want to keep fighting. With that disgusted look on his face he rose to his feet and then just kicked Mark as hard as he could in the side of the head forcing him to tumble down the steps to the sidewalk below. Carter takes his time walking down those steps keeping an eye on Mark the whole way. Once he stepped off the steps Mark caught him by surprise with a punch to the gut and then a punch to the face.

Simone: I don't like how close these two are to the road right out in front of the arena. That brings a lot of traffic through.

Adams: Thankfully at this moment it's so late in the evening the five o'clock rush is over, but it's still a road they are fighting by. Doesn't get any more dangerous than that.

Simone: They just need to bring this back inside before it gets too out of hand.

Mark was back to his feet thanks to those punches buying him some time. Of course when he stood up Carter drove his knee right into the gut of the Boss forcing him to double back over. Carter then taking his arm and threw it over his shoulder. Only to hook his head and reach for Mark's pants. Lifting the man up for a SUPLE-NO! Mark used his momentum in his favor.

Swinging up and over Carter landing on his feet. Carter, confused by what happened, turned around. Mark kicked him in the gut and then drove him head first onto the concrete with a SINGLE ARM DDT! Carter's head hitting the pavement as he rolled over onto his back. Mark dropped down to make the cover in hopes that it would be enough. Dawn right there to carry out her duties.

Simone: That was a nasty looking DDT!

ONE!

Adams: This right here is what Mark needed. He swung that momentum back in his favor. He cannot let Kevin get back in the driver's seat again.

TWO!

Simone: There might not even be a chance for that to happen!

KEVIN FORCES HIS SHOULDER UP!

Adams: You spoke a little too soon!

Simone: I need to stop doing that!

Mark looked over at Carter. Almost impressed with the ability to kick out after that DDT. From there he rolled on over and got to his feet. Mark reached for the blood stained hair of Carter to start pulling him up. Carter was up to his knees when he suddenly showed some life to him. Driving his arm right up between the legs of Mark for a LOW BLOW stopping Mark's momentum. He was doubled over holding his groin with Carter looking up the moment he saw headlights coming up the road.

He shot right up to his feet as he took a look at injured Mark and then took a look to see the vehicle coming down the road. Without even thinking Carter SHOVED Mark with all his might right out into the street. The screeching tires could be heard as the driver tried to hit the brakes, but it all happened so fast. The front end of that car struck Mark in the hip and flipped the man up into the air causing him to come straight down onto the windshield. Glass heard shattering as Mark just laid there not moving.

Adams: Oh my god!

Simone: Kevin pushed Mark out into traffic! Someone get some help out there now!

Adams: He's not moving. He's not moving! What the hell did Kevin just do?!

The state of shock was something everyone was feeling. Carter himself as well. Looking at the damage he had done. Mark's limp body folded up on that car lying in nothing but broken glass. Dawn couldn't believe her eyes either. As she rushed right over to Mark trying to check on him. Still there were no signs of the man moving at all. All of the sudden Dawn was pushed to the side. Carter was right there as he reached up and grabbed a hold of Mark's arm, dragging him off the top of the car and letting him hit the concrete of the road.

Simone: This sick son of a bitch! You've done enough! Leave him alone!

Adams: This has to be called off. I know it's an Unsanctioned Street Fight, but this man just attempted murder right before our eyes!

Simone: The match does need to be called off and this man should be in handcuffs!

Carter looked down at Mark. The most vile smirk started to cross his lips before he took a look up at Dawn. demanding she make the count with him lowering himself down to the ground and making the cover on Mark's unconscious body in the middle of the street. It was all over Dawn's face she was conflicted, but it was still her job. She dropped down to start making that count.

ONE!

Adams: I cannot believe she's actually going to make the count!

TWO!

Simone: Don't take this out on Dawn, Jason. It isn't her fault. This is the predicament she's in. She has a job to do regardless of how she or any of us feel!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOO!

MARK KICKS OUT! MARK KICKS OUT! MARK KICKS OUT!

Adams: Whaaaaaaaaaaat?! How is that even possible?!

Carter, like everyone else, could not believe what they were witnessing. Along with that look of shock there was a look of fear that was starting to cripple the man's expression. Mark wasn't supposed to kick out. That was supposed to be it, but it wasn't. Backing away from Mark, Carter got up on his feet and found himself pacing around in a small circle. Hands on his head trying to figure out what he needed to do. In a panic he finally rushed over and grabbed a hold of Mark.

Lifting the deadweight up of the boss and found himself putting Mark across his shoulders. Carrying the man away from the street with Dawn following behind trying to figure out where he was going. Back up the concrete steps. Back to the font doors of the arena. Right there in the arena's lobby. Carter had every intention of carrying Mark towards the ring, but the moment they were back inside the building. Life was coursing through the boss's veins again. Landing an elbow shot to the jaw.

It rocked Carter and caused him to drop to his knee. Mark sliding off the shoulders of the man. A bit wobbly with his legs but on his feet he stood. He waited for Carter to turn himself around and as soon as he did. Mark leaped into the air and brought Carter down with the COMPLETE SHOT forcing them both to land against the concrete of the lobby floor. Carter laid there face first with Mark lying on his back. Taking that time to try and collect himself more.

Simone: I have no understanding whatsoever how Mark is still fighting.

Adams: None of this makes the least bit of sense, but at the same time. Mark is a fighter. He has always been a fighter. That's how much this company means to him. He's not going to let anyone disrespect it!

Simone: That might be true, but at the same time we have to think about the reality of everything. He was struck by a damn car. How much does he really have left in the tank?!

Finally, Mark was able to roll over and start to push himself up to his feet. Stumbling away from Carter as he did so. The cameras stayed with Carter as he could be seen trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes and face. Before rolling over to his hands and knees. He was about to get up, when something could be heard moving across the floor. Mark was pushing a large METAL TRASH CAN across it and managed to drive it right into the side of Carter's head putting him back down.

HS: Time to take out the trash once and for all!

By then Mark had let go of the trash can and grabbed a hold of Carter's head pulling him off the floor. Mark lifted him up and then tossed him in that large trash can. Mark reached for the lip of the trashcan to pull himself up on it. Taking a look at Carter just lying there on the bags of trash. Mark then found himself slapping the point of his elbow before leaping off the lip of that trashcan and diving in, landing "HOT DROP" across the chest of Carter and falling right into the pin. Dawn had to peek inside to see what was going on, but when she did. She started to slam her hand down against the metal of that trash can for a legal count.

Adams: Beautiful flying elbow by Hot Stuff!

ONE!

Simone: No one does it better. Something we have seen Mark make look effortless for years!

TWO!

Adams: And it may have just been the thing to secure him this win.

THR-NOOOO!

KEVIN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

Simone: Ugh! No it wasn't. This is going to continue!

Adams: We know what Mark needs to do. He hits Red Hot and it is all over!

Despite the kick out Mark wasn't letting it get to him. He grabbed a hold of Carter and pulled him up before dumping his body back outside of the trashcan onto the floor. Mark lifted himself up and climbed out before going right back on the attack. He lifted Carter up by the hair and landed a punch that sent him stumbling away. Mark stayed with him as he landed another punch that had Carter stumbling through one of the walkway areas.

Mark stepped through and then landed another punch as Carter hit the floor. The crowd was on their feet in a major way now. Mark looked around to see they happened to be right there at the floor seats. Looking around at the fan close by. Reaching out and giving a young fan a high five before continuing forward. Carter had managed to move people out of his way on his way to the guardrails. Trying to keep space between the two and get to the ring.

Adams: For a man that claimed he was going to end Mark here tonight. He sure is running away at every chance he gets!

Simone: He's a coward Jason. Nothing more than a coward and will always be a coward!

Carter tried to climb over the guardrail when Mark grabbed him by the tights and pulled him right back over. Being sure to land a huge right hand to knock him back against the guard rail. That right hand seemed to really piss Carter off as he followed up with a kick right to the gut that stunned Mark for the moment. Carter pushed himself off the guardrail and then grabbed Mark by the head to slam him face first against that steel. All those close fans booing the action.

None of which seemed to both Carter with the man having something in mind. Mark leaned against the guard rail holding his head when the Entity himself rushed forward and SPEARED the Boss right through the metal guard rails forcing the both of them to spill right out onto the ringside floor. Carter and Mark both lying on the floor for the time being. They could be seen breathing heavily. It was taking everything out of them but this fight was far from over.

Simone: The positive here is at least its back at ringside!

Adams: That doesn't make anything any safer if you ask me!

Carter could be seen crawling away from Mark. He approached the ring and found himself ducking under the apron for a second. A moment later he could be seen dragging out a LIGHT TUBE and looking at it with a smirk. He placed it down on the ring apron before pulling himself back to his feet. By then Mark was already on his feet and coming towards him. Carter cut him off with a shot to the gut. Before grabbing Mark by the back of the head and just throwing him into the ring under the bottom rope.

Only to roll himself back in the ring. Carter grabbed a hold of that light tube as soon as he stood up. Turning around and with everything he had. He swung it just as Mark got to his knees. That light tube BURSTED as soon as it connected with Mark's head. The Boss flopping to his side in the middle of the ring/ Instantly the blood could be seen pouring from his head. Carter wasted no time at all to drop down and make the cover on Mark. Hooking both of the man's legs.

ONE!

Adams: I am afraid we just saw the final shot! That light tube might have just put Mark right on out of his misery,

TWO!

Simone: Not like this. I don't want to see it end like this!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

MARK KICKS OUT AGAIN AT THE LAST SECOND!

Adams: He did it again! Mark Ward is turning back time right before our very eyes and still fighting!

Simone: If that was Carter's best shot. If that was the best he's got! He's in major trouble!

Carter was screaming at Dawn over the fact that Mark was able to kick out. Of course it had nothing, nothing to do with her at all. Yet that's where his anger and aggression was for the second. Slamming his hands down against the mat in a frustrated manner. Carter got up and found himself violently grabbing a hold of the blood head of Mark pulling him up to his feet. Scooping Mark onto his shoulders, it was clear what Carter had in mind.

Before he could do it though. Mark was showing life again. With an elbow to the jaw. Then a second elbow to the jaw. And then a third one. Mark pushed himself off of Carter's shoulders at that point and got himself in position. As soon as Carter turned around, Mark exploded forward with his best shot. Aiming for the face of Carter with "RED H-NOOOOO!" Carter was able to catch Mark's foot and avoid disaster. Slamming that foot down with force. It caused Mark to stumble forward from momentum.

Again, Carter scooped the man onto his shoulder. Wasting no time for "INTO THE ABY-NOOOOO!" Somehow, someway when Carter flipped Mark over. He used it against him and flipped all the way off his shoulders, sticking the landing. Carter had no time to react to what had just happened. Because as soon as Mark landed on his feet. He delivered a stiff "RED HOT" right under the jaw of Carter knocking him off his feet in the middle of the ring.

Simone: Reeeeeeeeeeddddd Hoooooottttttt!

Adams: That's it! That is it! Kevin Carter is done for!

Mark found himself stumbling after the kick and landed right on top of Carter. His back draped across the chest of the Entity for the perfect pin situation. Dawn dropped to the mat to begin the count with the entire crowd chanting along with each one.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

CARTER KICKS OUT! CARTER KICKS OUT! CARTER KICKS OUT!

Adams: Nooooooooooo! Noooooooooo!

Simone: We can count on one hand how many times someone has kicked out of Red Hot! We can now add Kevin to that list. I cannot believe it!

There was a close up of Mark's face as he sat up in the middle of the ring. The look of disbelief was all over his face. He could not believe it. His best shot and it wasn't enough. Dragging his hands across his head to clear them of the blood rushing over his face. Mark found himself getting back to his feet and taking a couple of steps back to one of the corners. Using his hand to pump up and down demanding that Carter get back to his feet.

Carter was out of it still but instincts were kicking in. He found himself starting to slowly but surely get to his feet. With some help from one of the ring ropes. He let go of the rope and then stumbled backwards to the center of the ring. Mark taking that chance to come out of the corner. Going for it again. "RED HO-NOOOO!" Carter saw it coming a mile away and ducked right under the kick. The Boss didn't even get a chance to turn around before Carter landed "SOON FORGOTTEN" to the back of his head.

Mark flung forward and hit the ropes. Bouncing off them backwards and right into Carter's clutches again. Carter hooked the man around the head and neck. Only to take Mark up and off his feet driving him down onto his neck with "NO MORE MEMORIES" spiking it with force. Mark rolled all the way through and onto his knees, but it was clear the man was completely out of it. The lights were on but no one was home type situation. Carter got to his feet as he made a throat slashing motion.

Simone: We are witnessing the massacre of Mark Ward right in front of our eyes!

Adams: I cannot believe I am about to say this, but the writing is on the wall. Mark is done for. Look at him!

Simone: This man has nothing to be ashamed of either. He fought with everything he had. But the violence was too much. The time away from the ring. It was too much.

Adams: This is one of the worst things to ever happen in Sin City Wrestling history!

Carter was right there in front of Mark. Grabbing a hold of his head and tilting it up. Forcing Mark to look right up at him in the eyes. That devious smirk on Carter's lips said it all. He knew it was over and he was just taking the time to soak it in.

Kevin Carter: Say goodbye to your legacy. Like you made me say goodbye to mine!

No respect from Carter as he proceeded to SPIT right into Mark's face before yanking him up and putting him on his shoulders. Carter turned to the middle of the ring. Looking out at the crowd with that smirk and taking a second to soak in that hatred. That was a mistake. Taking that time was costly. Mark suddenly shoved himself off the shoulders of Carter. Landing right behind him as he caught him with a ROLL UP from behind using all the leverage he could to keep Carter's shoulders pinned.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOO!

Carter was able to power out with the last little bit of strength he had. Rolling backwards to get to his feet, Carter was up but so was Mark. Hot Stuff rushed right for Carter aiming to take his head off. Carter ducked at the last second and rushed to the ropes. Mark doing the exact same thing on his side. Both men meet each other in the ring rapidly...

"THE MAIN ATTRACTION!"

Carter completely catches Mark by surprise with a Flipping Piledriver in the center of the ring. His head spiking right off the mat as he fell back. Carter scrambled over to the man as he hooked both legs. It was a very deep hook. The crowd watched in horror as Dawn made the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

The entire building went silent for a brief moment. Such a state of shock overcoming every single fan in attendance. Shock with Belina and Jason as they said nothing once the bell rang. There was likely even shock all the way in the back to the locker room. Carter rolled off of Mark and found himself laughing like a lunatic as he laid there on the mat.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Here is your winner. The Entity of Sin City Wrestling, KEEEEVVVVVIIIINNNN CAAAARRRRTTTTTEERRRR!

With the official announcement. It was making everyone come to grips with reality. Those heavy and hateful boos were starting to be hurled in the direction of Carter. He found himself sitting up that crimson mask all over his face. Looking out at the crowd and laughing at them even more. As he started to stand up Dawn was right there to raise his hand in the air.

Adams: Wow...

Simone: We know that there are quite a few of you that are disappointed in the outcome.

Adams: We're just as disappointed, trust us.

Simone: But the one thing we need to remember here. Despite how this started. Despite how far it went. Despite how personal it was. At the end of the day these two just gave us one hell of a match.

Adams: Our winners for Match of the Year from tonight should be thankful they already won. Because this might have topped it.

Simone: Kudos to both of these men for tearing the house down. But dammit to hell. I'm not looking forward to what Carter has to say after all of this.

Inside the ring Mark had crawled himself in the corner. He was a bloody mess as he was just staring at Carter celebrating in the middle of the ring. He had given it everything he had, but in this one instance it just wasn't good enough. Carter finally pulled away from Dawn as he turned back to look at Mark. That evil glare in his eyes, but a devious smirk spread over his lips. Carter finds himself spitting blood out of his mouth right out on the mat in front of Mark. The lack of respect was still there with the crowd booing him. Carter dropped down to his back and rolled out of the ring. Before the cameras found themselves cutting away from the ringside area.

They say the one thing that people hate the most is a winner. Tack onto that the title of "sore winner" and you come up with the "matriarch" of the Lyons Den - Victoria Lyons. Victoria was bad enough at first with her derisive attitude toward her own cousin Eddie, but once she won the crown of Queen, her self-imposed image has drawn even more scorn her way much to the point she dominated the competition for this award! Whether that's a good thing or not remains to be seen….

High Stakes cuts to Andrea Hernandez who is sitting on a crate and having some final thoughts for what is obviously the biggest match since she returned to Sin City Wrestling. Her presence draws a pretty deafening cheer considering that she's got a pretty substantial home state advantage on this night. She knows the camera is on her at this point, but right now, she's as focused as she's ever been. It's not too much longer before she begins to express her thoughts.

Andrea: It's crazy how sometimes, you get a second chance or sometimes things play out exactly the same way as before. I've found myself in this situation. When I first came here, I was racking up an undefeated record, scoring some big wins and then finding myself in a match with a world champion when SCW swung by Tucson… but on the flip side? There were murmurs and whispers about me with a select few coming after me, or let's be more realistic, going behind my back and/or throwing shade at me on social media and trying to paint me as something I'm not or something that I never was up to that point.

Fast forward 5 years later, it's happening all over again: racking up an undefeated record, scoring some big wins and then finding myself in a match with a world champion when SCW comes to Tucson and even though I have carried myself with far more dignity than I did during my first run, there are STILL murmurs and whispers about me with opponents casting me as something I no longer am and even people I've never been in the ring with or even interacted with talking shit being like "oh she's just the same".

Crazy, right?

Andrea rolls her eyes.

Andrea: Now, the law of repetition means I'm fucked right? Because last time, I LOST to that world champion and it started that slow descent to madness I suffered psychologically until I got out of this company and into other places in 2022. Except…

There are MANY differences between now and then. Then? There was no title on the line. Now? Yes! Alicia Lukas was the champion then. It's Kayla Richards now. I shunned my family and decided I didn't want them coming with me the last time this situation played out but I'm NOT making that mistake THIS time because they're all here for this! Then? I didn't know any better and allowed other people to define me and speak my truth for me and I allowed those people to break me and dictate my journey for me.

Now? I know FAR better! I will NEVER allow other people to define me again. I REFUSE to allow ANYONE to dictate my journey. Those types of vapid, empty people will NEVER break me again. Now? I KNOW my truth and any bullshit someone wants to spew to the contrary is just that. I didn't know all of this the last time I was here, but equipped with the knowledge that I've gained now? I KNOW I have grown to be better than ever and I'm about to change the story, change the narrative and let people know that this is MY JOURNEY, MY STORY and if you have a god damn issue with me for any reason, by all means come at me instead of throwing things against the wall and drawing your delusional conclusions out of thin air. DO something about it instead of hiding behind subtweets or your delusional promo ramblings where you feel the need to bury everyone and everything because you're the most insecure little bitch on the roster.

That applies to nobody in particular, but if you feel it applies to you? Tough.

I'm too old for this middle school nonsense.

So to Kayla, there isn't anything else I can add to what I've already told you. As a competitor, the respect is there. As a person I can at least be okay with you. As a champion? It's not just about what you do in the ring, it's how you conduct yourself out of it. I was expecting you to be a little more harsh toward me than you actually were, more because that's what I'm used to in these parts, but it is what it is there. When it comes to conducting yourself as a champion outside of the ring, the way you admitted that if it was someone besides me you wouldn't have cared or you would've rolled your eyes or what have you, that, to me, isn't the way a champion should conduct themselves. But that's okay. We all have to learn the hard way and that's going to be you tonight.

There's no doubt in my mind that I've got this and while I am not going to entertain any other outcome, what I AM willing to say is, one way or another, I WILL be world champion again and one way or another, I'm not going to make that same mistake of running away from the main event division after the way that summer of 2020 went for me. This is my journey and I'm about to restore that journey to its proper place…

Andrea stands up and walks down the hallway with the crowd really being behind her. The cheers continue to roar as the scene cuts.

Not since the days of Brother grimm was a specter so intimidating and enigmatic than when ENTITY first showed his masked face. Nobody was safe, whether inside the ring or outside, when this masked man was wandering around. Three things were ever present on his mind; enemies, violence - and how to combine the two. Then when ENTITY turned on his supposed tag team partner Jayden Harris, the masked man shocked the world by revealing himself to be former two-time World Heavyweight and Tag Team Champion, Kevin Carter! At least we now know where the sick mindset of ENTITY originated from!

Simone: Now it's time for our World Bombshell Championship match and the Belle of the Brawl winenr Andrea Hernandez will be taking on Kayla Richards

Adams: This should be a solid match.

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

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is for the World Bombshell Championship. Introducing first from Phoenix Arizona Andrea Hernandez!!!

The voice of Kayla Richards gives way to the opening guitar riff of Bad Omens "Like a Villian" The lights flash from being on and bright to dark and switching between a dark purple and red. Kayla Richards steps out onto the stage in her gear World Bombshell Championship over a shoulder, a black leather jacket over it, her long hair flowing down as she makes her way to the ring, she runs and slides up and across the apron on one knee before getting into the ring and putting both her hands in the air, one crossed over the other to make a "K" with her fingers before they turn into a double bird and move down to a fingergun pose pointed at the crowd. She hands the belt over to Jacob Summers.

Justin: Introducing next from England she is the champion Kayla Richards!!!

As soon as Jacob Summers is handed the title he raises it as high into the air as he possibly can. Andrea keeps her eyes on the title that she once possessed before her eyes shift over to Kayla and is locked into a trance. Kayla however never loses sight of Andrea as she plans to stick to the business at hand. Summers hands the belt over to the time keeper before signaling and that is when a loud ring can be heard all across the arena signaling the start of the match.

DING DING DING!

Simone: With that sound this match is officially underway.

Adams: It doesn't get any bigger than having a match like this at our biggest super show of the entire year.

Both women start the match slow as they begin to circle around one another. Kayla is slow and methodical as she keeps her distance but Hernandez looks to kick up the speed. The Arizona native finally decides to sprint towards the champion. Richards tries to go for a clothesline but Andrea is able to duck underneath it as she instead continues to run making her way to the other side of the ring. Once she reaches there she quickly uses the ropes as a launch pad as she springs off of them and launches herself and twists in the air looking for a diving cross body on top of the champion. Kayla is able to catch Hernandez in the middle of the air and she lifts her up as high into the air. She sets her up on her shoulders and looks for a Samoan drop but Andrea keeps fighting until she shifts the momentum and brings Kayla down into a pinning attempt. Summers is on this as Andrea holds tightly for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kayla manages to kick up as she brings herself up to her feet.

Simone: Andrea is starting off fast and she is trying to end this as quickly as possible.

Adams: As she should. A faster match favors Andrea but the longer things go I believe that puts Richards in control.

Andrea gazes over at Summers who informs her it was only a two count but she turns her attention back over to Kayla who is now on her feet and glaring over at the challenger, and as soon as Andrea looks over in Kayla's direction that is when the champion fires a forearm that catches the Belle of the Brawl right in the face. She follows up by jumping up and delivering a snap hurricarana on Andrea. Hernandez is taken down but she tries her best to stand back up. Kayla is on the prowl as she begins to deliver a flurry of martial arts kicks that pushes the challenger back. She is nailed with kick after kick and finds her way backing all the way up into the corner. Andrea breathes heavily as she uses everything in her to block the flurry of kicks. Kayla however is locked into a vicious trance as she doesn't stop as she backs away. She waves to Andrea as she begins to sprint towards her in the corner. She runs up and nails Hernandez as hard as she can in the face with a knee strike. She holds onto her head tightly tucking Andrea's head underneath an arm and she explodes from the corner with a bulldog driving the challenger right into the mat. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Kayla sits up and smiles at the crowd.

Simone: Kayla has Andrea right where she wants her.

Adams: And now she is chaining moves together and Hernandez seems to be in a world of trouble.

Crowd: ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA!

Simone: Listen to that crowd though. They are behind their home state star.

Adams: And hopefully this home field advantage might shift things in Andrea's favor.

The Dream killer mouths off to the crowd telling them all to shut up and she is going to kill the dreams of the challenger tonight. She walks back over to Hernandez and yanks her to her feet by the hair. She throws a spinning back fist but Andrea is able to catch it which gets the crowd to cheer as loud as possible. She twists Kayla's arm and immediately whips her towards the turnbuckles. Instead of waiting Andrea runs right after her. She quickly grabs a hold of Richards and brings her down to the mat with a float over DDT. Her foe is planted right into the ground and Andrea kips up to her feet and raises an arm into the air which gets the Arizona crowd going.

Crowd: ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA!

Simone: This crowd is fired up!

Adams: I believe that their electricity is fueling Andrea here!

Kayla however quickly rolls herself all the way out of the ring to catch a breath. Hernandez however thinks about it before she begins to pick up the speed. She runs at top acceleration and once she reaches the ropes she springs off of them throwing herself in the direction of the champion with a somersault suicide dive. Kayla is uses as a crash landing as Andrea lands directly on top of her. Both women are laid out on the floor as the crowd begins to stand on their feet.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Summers rolls out of the ring to check on both bombshells and neither of them seem to be moving. He could start a count but instead he opts not to so that this crowd wouldn't be robbed of having a definitive winner at the biggest super show of the year. He instead just rolls back into the ring as he along with the rest of the crowd watch both women struggle to make it to their feet. Andrea is the first one on her feet. She is slow but she brings Kayla up to a vertical stance. The champion however pushes Andrea as hard as she can which causes Andrea to stagger against the crowd barricade. The barricade is the only thing that is keeping the Mexican American standing. Kayla follows up by running and delivering a hard dropkick that causes Andrea to be smashed against the barricade. She slumbers to the floor with her back resting against the barricade. The home state fans begin to harass Kayla.

Crowd: You suck! Let's go Andrea!

Kayla however laughs as she taunts them. She takes a cup of soda from one fan and proceeds to throw it in the face of a girl wearing an Andrea shirt. The crowd begins to boo even louder but Kayla pays no attention to it as she instead grabs a hold of Andrea and whips her towards the ring. Kayla walks towards the ring and she immediately jumps onto the side. She watches Hernandez struggling on the ground and she decides to take a page out of Andrea's book showing off some high flying antics of her own. She springs onto the ropes and leaps off of them landing a diving splash on top of the challenger. She remains on top of her for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Kayla could win it here.

Adams: ….I think she just broke up the pin. This witch is trying to make Andrea suffer in her home state.

Simone: These fans are livid, first by throwing the drink in that girl's face and now trying to make Andrea suffer.

Kayla smirks as she grabs Andrea and lifts her up. She drags her over towards the corner and tucks her underneath an arm. She begins to signal for her Sliced Bread #2. She begins to run up the ropes but Andrea comes alive as she manages to use Kayla's own momentum and sends her backwards with a back drop suplex driving her right against the mat. The crowd explodes as Andrea breathes heavily while looking up at the ceiling. She immediately kips up to her feet and begins to feel the electricity of everyone.

Simone: And just like that Andrea is back on her feet!

Adams: And listen to this crowd, they are fully behind her and she needs to finish this!

Andrea looks at Kayla on the mat and she looks at the top of the ropes. She points at them and the crowd begins to go crazy as she slowly begins to ascend to the top and signals for her Rise of the Phoenix. Everybody begins to stand up on their feet as she looks down at Kayla and without hesitation she leaps off with her top rope Phoenix Splash. It lands picture perfect and Kayla Richards is out of it as the crowd begins to count along for the pin attempt.

Simone: RISE OF THE PHOENIX! RISE OF THE PHOENIX! THIS ONE HAS TO BE OVER!!!

Adams: WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BRAND NEW CHAMPION RIGHT HERE IN ARIZONA!

Andrea remains on top of Kayla for the pin

ONE!

TWO!

Thr….NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Kayla manages to get a shoulder up and the crowd can't believe it. Andrea can't believe it as she rises up to one knee and turns her attention over to Jacob Summers and begins to ask him about to pin and he assures her it was a two. Hernandez runs her fingers through her hair in disbelief.

Simone: I don't believe it.

Adams: Everybody in Tuscan thought she had it won but Kayla is showing off her resiliency as the champion!

Andrea finally begins to turn her attention back over to Kayla but what she doesn't realize is that the champion is already back on her feet. Richards sprints at Andrea and nails her in the face with her Dreamkiller. Andrea falls down like a sack of bricks and the crowd begins to boo.

Simone: No!!! Andrea didn't even see it!

Adams: Dreamkiller!!! That move has put so many people out and I think Andrea is going to be another hash mark added to the list!

Kayla drops down and hooks a leg for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!

Andrea manages to get a shoulder up and the crowd just looks onward at the ring in utter shock.

Simone: NOBODY REALLY KICKS OUT OF THE DREAM KILLER!

Adams: BUT TONIGHT WE ARE WITNESSING HISTORY AND PERHAPS A DREAM WILL COME TRUE AND NOT GO UP IN SMOKE BY THE DREAMKILLER!

Kayla is livid as the crowd begins to back their star. She begins to mouth of to them to shut up but they cheer louder and louder.

Crowd: ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA!

Kayla begins to size up Andrea looking for another dream killer. Hernandez is slow as she rises up to one knee. She glances over at Kayla and yells at her to keep on coming. Andrea is sluggish but Kayla obliges as she runs at her again and nails yet another Dream Killer. Andrea is sent back down to the ground and that is when Kayla drops down on top of her for another pin. She makes sure to put the shoulders down putting all of her weight down on her.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: SHE GOT HER!!!

Adams: WAIT A MINUTE JACOB IS WAVING IT OFF!

Kayla thinks she won but Summers notices that Andrea's foot is on the bottom ropes. Kayla begins to get upset as decides to yank Andrea away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring

Simone: Andrea may not be all there but her body is reacting to keep her in this!

Adams: It was impressive surviving one Dream Killer but two is even more impressive!

Kayla finally has Andrea in the center of the ring and she goes for a pin fall but Andrea quickly scoops Kayla up into a small package and she has the bridge locked on tightly.

ONE!

TWO!

Thr…NOOO!!!

Kayla manages to get out at the last second. In a rage she spots Andrea and locks her up in her Ghostlock. She puts on her Dragon Suplex and completes it with the full body scissors. Andrea constantly moves about as Jacob goes to ask her if she wants to give up but Andrea shakes her head refusing to give in.

Simone: There's the Ghostlock!!

Adams: Kayla has it locked in tightly in the middle of the ring and Andrea has no where to go!!!

Andrea gets asked if she wants to quit again but she screams at Jacob no refusing to quit.

Crowd: Andrea! Andrea! Andrea!

The home state crowd backs their hero and Andrea musters the strength to rise back up. She is running on fumes and is giving everything she got. She has somehow made it to one knee. There is resilliency within her but Kayla clamps her hold on tighter than before forcing Andrea to fall to the mat. Summers is in her face again asking her but Andrea shakes her head saying no.

Simone: Andrea is giving all she has.

Adams: And is refusing to give in!

Summers checks her but Andrea refuses and she slowly starts to fade away. She throws her arm up in trying to come alive but she slowly begins to succumb. Jacob checks her over but Andrea isn't responding. He checks her once, twice and three times. Summers calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Kayla has retained!!!!

Adams: It was a tough match but say whatever you want Andrea did NOT give up and chose to pass out instead of submitting.

Justin: And the winner of this match and still the World Bombshell Champion Kayla Richards!!!

Kayla smirks rising up to her feet. She is handed her Championship and raises it high into the air. She smirks staring down at Andrea before she rolls out of the ring and walks towards the back. Meanwhile Jacob checks on Andrea and begins to help her up. The crowd gets behind their star.

Crowd: Andrea! Andrea! Andrea!

She seems disappointed as she rises up she gibes them a slight wave embracing the moment before she takes her leave.

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This award alone had the largest field of nominees and it was difficult to break it down to a single victor. We had the highought of two straight Supercards between Kayla Richards and Julianna DiMaria over the World title. There were the string of matches between Miles Kasey and Peter Vaughn. But the one match etched into the memory of fans across the world took place just this past High Stakes when J2H overcame the threat of five other competitors to win the Six Pack Challenge for the vacant World Heavyweight Championship. J2H and Match of the Year DO tend to go hand in hand.

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There was a sudden shot of the backstage hall. Rounding the corner that moment wearing a dark flannel cut off vest with the dark colored jean material like tights on was the man they called the Immortal. Harris took a couple of steps down that hall letting out a deep breath. Shaking his arms about. Very much clear the man was trying to get himself in the right mindset.

Michael Harris: James.

He spoke that one name. That one name that had been the bane of existence since longer than he'd like to admit.

Michael Harris: This is it. This is for all the marbles. The stakes quite literally don't get any higher. Your career versus my pride. In a fight that could not be more fitting. You and I get to do this one last time. The final time inside of a Death Match rules!

Harris found himself continuing to pace back and forth in that hallway. Those nerves were at an all time high. The pressure was felt. Everything about this felt different to him.

Michael Harris: I have to be realistic with myself. I do not know that at almost fifty four years old I can compete on a level that I used to when I was twenty one. Hell, I do not know that I can even compete on a level that I was competing on a year ago. I used to crave these types of violent situations and hardcore type settings. I thrived in them fifteen years ago. Now, I am worried about what kind of pain I am going to be in. I am worried about whether or not I am going to be able to actually walk out of here tonight on my own two feet. I don't know if I can tap into that psychopath that I once was. I don't know if I got it in me to make you bleed and I damn sure don't know if I got it in me to bleed. That ... part of me is kind of dead.

Finally, he had stopped pacing. He could be seen swallowing hard. Almost like he was trying to choke it all back. Bringing those heavy set of eyes over to the camera before him.

Michael Harris: But the one thing I have been saying since this kicked off was. I intended to fight you like a man. None of this bullshit where I was who I was before. No cutting corners. No cheating. No being that prick of a character I was a year ago. No, you are getting the real authentic version of myself and who I am as a man. I don't know what that looks like or how that is going to play out. But I do know that as a man.

I had to watch you try to take my life away from me. The ultimate sin. Something that you cannot and will not ever be forgiven for. As a man I had to watch you target my kid because of dumb decisions I made when it came to getting him involved. As a man I had to watch you harm my kid, take his career from him, and then gloat about it like the fucking bratty little prick you have always been. As a man I had to go through emotions I didn't think were possible because of you.

And now as a man I have to get some kind of measure of revenge. I have to make this right. To which if I am being honest with you, James. If I truly am myself here. Then I have to admit one thing. If I am facing you as a man. If I am facing you as who I truly am. If the character is dead and gone. But If I lose this fight as a man. If you manage to defeat me. Then the truth is. Then the right thing to do is to bend at the knee and tell you that you are without a shadow of a doubt better than me.

His eyes had narrowed a little bit. Speaking in a somber tone that was very much unlike him, but then that flash of his old self shined. With his sinister trademark smirk overcoming his lips.

Michael Harris: But in order to get me to say those words. You're actually going to have to succeed this time in getting me to my death bed... And I don't think J2H the character or James the man can make that happen!

Following those words, Harris found himself storming forward down the hall. Coming right towards the cameras with those piercing sets of eyes of his. Until he blew right by them and was completely out of frame. The crowd could be heard cheering all the way in the back with excitement. They couldn't wait to see how this main event played out. Cameras finding themselves switching angles and the shot heading elsewhere for the time being.

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While the rivalry between Kayla Richards and Julianna DiMaria was a very close second, the war between the father and son duo of Michael and Jayden Harris against the triad of J2H, Alexander Raven and Kevin Carter won out overall. And why not? History was on its side as the feud went back almost two years ago when Jayden tried to run down J2H in his father's car. That was followed up by J2H, Kevin and Raven attacking Michael this past Summer XXXTreme and throwing him overboard. Then the final nail in the proverbial coffin was the Triad attacking and putting Jayden on the shelf and he hasn't been seen since! This is not just a feud

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The titantron flickers to life and the package shows the past between Miles Kasey and Finn Whelan. The good times and then to the bad. The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. The crowd murmurs in anticipation. A single beam of light shoots down onto the stage, illuminating the Tucson Symphony Orchestra seated on a raised platform. The first haunting strings of "Throne" begin to play, their sound reverberating throughout the arena. The audience buzzes with excitement as the massive LED screens behind the orchestra begin to light up, displaying glowing golden images of crowns, shattered mirrors, and Miles' name interspersed with flashes of the SCW logo.

Moments later, Bring Me The Horizon takes their place on stage, the Tucson Boys and Girls Choirs flanking them on either side. Oli Sykes grips the microphone as the choir hums an ethereal harmony, setting an almost otherworldly tone.

As the orchestra swells, Bring Me The Horizon launches into the opening vocals:

"Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothin' could take the pain away"
The lights burst into life, illuminating the entire stage. Golden pyro erupts on either side, framing the band and orchestra in a fiery display. The Tucson Boys and Girls Choirs' voices soar above the instrumentation, amplifying the emotion of the music and creating a powerful wall of sound.

"So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne"

As the band transitions into the chorus—"So you can throw me to the wolves..."—the choir chants in unison, and the orchestra layers the music with thunderous intensity. The energy builds and builds, leading into the bridge of the song. Suddenly, the music softens, the strings playing a suspenseful, drawn-out note, and the stage goes dark once again.

A single spotlight illuminates the top of the ramp.

Miles Kasey steps into view.

The Tucson Boys and Girls Choirs begin chanting the song's iconic refrain:

"I'll leave you choking
On every word you left unspoken
Rebuild all that you've broken
And now you know (know)
I'll leave you choking
On every word you left unspoken
Rebuild all that you've broken"

Miles stands at the top of the ramp, wearing a long, flowing black and gold jacket. His hood is up, shrouding his face in shadows. He grips the chain draped around his neck, letting it dangle in front of him. Behind him, golden smoke billows, lit by the faint glow of the stage lights. The crowd roars, the anticipation palpable as Miles pauses, soaking in the moment.

"And now you know
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne"

As the bridge explodes into the final chorus, Miles begins his slow, deliberate walk down the ramp. The orchestra adds a dramatic swell to the music, while the choir belts out the harmonies, their voices filling every corner of the arena. Golden spotlights follow Miles as he marches forward, his gaze locked on the ring, his expression cold and focused.

At the bottom of the ramp, Miles stops. The music hits a crescendo, and the choir sings:

"So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne"

Miles throws his hood back, revealing his face as golden pyro bursts from the stage behind him, shooting into the sky like fireworks. The crowd explodes as he climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring.

Inside the ring, Miles strides to the center. As the final chorus echoes through the arena, he drops to one knee, clutching the gold chain in his fist. He lowers his head for a moment, letting the energy wash over him. Then, as the music reaches its climax, Miles throws his arms out wide, tilting his head back as fireworks explode all around the ring, golden confetti raining from the ceiling.

The orchestra, band, and choir end the performance with a dramatic flourish, the sound echoing through the arena as Miles rises to his feet. The crowd is electric, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Miles retreats to his corner, removing his jacket and tossing it aside, ready to face Finn Whelan and claim his destiny.

Justin: From New York, New York, by way of Manchester, England, MILES KASEY!!!!!!!

The crowd chants for Miles, even after everything he had done, the attack on Finn, the war of words on twitter, the fans still supported him.

Justin: From New York, New York, by way of Killarny, County Kerry, Republic of Ireland. He is your current reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion, FINN WHELAN!!!

"DO YOU CROSS YOUR HEART WHEN YOU HOPE TO DIE?"

The lights dim down and cast the arena in a red glow, and for a moment -- only a moment -- the crowd quiets down just a smidge. The drum riff opening that carries into an aggressive rhythm of guitar chords breaks out as "Black Lungs" by Architects blares out over the P.A. System. This brings the crowd to their feet -- both in a positive and negative reaction, completely mixed.

The spotlight doesn't fall upon the stage, instead flowing across the crowd as the lyrics describe more than just a time in the world. Finn Whelan appears not from the curtain, but from one of the visitor entrances with a semi-cocky swagger written into his denim jeans. He stops at the top of the steps for a moment, a slight smirk on his face as he glances down at the people around him, blockaded off by the typical burly security guards. The crowd is not booing, but they're not exactly cheering either. He sets his eyes upon the ring below, and then makes his way down slowly, ignoring the people around him though a few of them clap him on the shoulders as he descends.

At the barrier, he slings himself over and slides immediately underneath the bottom rope and leaps to his feet in the center of the ring. He heads directly for the ropes in front of him, and hops up onto the bottom one, bouncing slightly as he looks back at the crowd, choosing a few choice words to share with them. He drops down from it, and pulls off his vest as he heads to his place against the turnbuckle, leaning into it and looking at Miles Kasey past his brow as his music fades out.

Justin: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it's for the SIN CITY WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd inside the packed arena is electric, their cheers reverberating as the two competitors face off in the ring. Finn stands in one corner, his intense gaze locked on Miles, who smirks confidently as he adjusts his wrist tape. The referee signals for the bell, and the match begins.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Here we go, folks! This is the match we've all been waiting for. Two of the best in the business, and this crowd is already on their feet! Wolfslair will never be the same again.

Adams: You can definitely say that again. Finn and Miles are evenly matched in skill and determination. You can feel the tension in the air. Buckle up—this is going to be a classic! Tonight it's anyone's game.

Simone: This isn't business, it's personal. For years, Miles has been held back, blocked from taking the top spot, by Finn.

Adams: And Finn feels that Miles' betrayal is a sign of his weakness. Which is what he's been trying to make Miles feel, as if he is weak.

Simone: Finn's been tearing Miles apart for a long time, it would be nice to see Miles shut him up for good.

Adams: Even if Miles wins tonight, Finn would still find some remark to make.

The two men circle the ring, engaging in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Finn gains the initial advantage with a side headlock, but Miles quickly counters with an arm wrench takedown, transitioning into a wristlock on the mat. Finn kips up, reversing the hold into a hammerlock, but Miles rolls through, pulling Finn into a Japanese arm drag. Finn springs to his feet, but Miles meets him with a quick Irish Hammer, sending him stumbling back into the ropes.

Finn shakes it off and charges, attempting a clothesline, but Miles ducks and leaps into a standing Spanish Fly out of nowhere! The crowd erupts.

Simone: Did you see that, Adams? Miles just took Finn down with a Spanish Fly! The agility is unreal!

Adams: Miles is setting the tone early. Finn's gotta be careful here.

Miles goes for an early pin, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Finn powers out, rolling to the corner to regroup. Miles doesn't let up, charging in with a running double foot stomp, but Finn evades, rolling out of the ring. Miles lands gracefully and smirks at Finn, gesturing for him to come back in.

Finn cautiously climbs back into the ring, but this time he takes the fight to Miles with a series of knife-edge chops, each one echoing throughout the arena. Miles clutches his chest, but Finn doesn't relent, backing him into the corner and delivering a rapid-fire combination of chops and punches. He finishes the sequence with a thunderous short-arm clothesline, dropping Miles to the mat.

Finn drags Miles to his feet, hoisting him up for a brainbuster onto the knee, but Miles wiggles free mid-lift, landing behind Finn. Before Finn can react, Miles plants him with a precise reverse frankensteiner, spiking Finn's head into the canvas.

Simone: Reverse Frankensteiner! Finn's head just bounced off the mat like a basketball!

Adams: That could be it! Miles might have him right here!

Miles hooks the leg again.

ONE!

TWO!

Finn kicks out at the last second. The crowd erupts, split between gasps and cheers.

Miles senses an opportunity to press his advantage. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, signaling for the crowd. With Finn still dazed on the mat, Miles launches into a breathtaking moonsault, but Finn gets his knees up at the last moment! Miles crashes hard, clutching his ribs in pain.

Simone: Miles went high-risk, and it didn't pay off this time!

Adams: Finn's showing his resilience. This match is far from over.

Finn pulls himself up using the ropes, his eyes burning with determination. He stalks Miles, delivering a brutal sliding forearm to a seated opponent, nearly knocking Miles unconscious. Wasting no time, Finn transitions into a kimura lock, wrenching Miles's arm at a dangerous angle.

The crowd roars as Miles screams in agony, clawing desperately for the ropes. Inch by inch, he drags himself closer, finally managing to grab the bottom rope. The referee forces Finn to release the hold.

Finn pulls Miles back to the center of the ring and attempts a Seattle Terror (Curbstomp), but Miles rolls out of the way just in time. He springs to his feet, counters Finn's next attack, and catches him with a lightning-fast lung blower. The impact leaves Finn gasping for air, giving Miles a chance to recover.

Miles signals for his signature Reverse 450, ascending to the top rope as the crowd bu

es in anticipation. He leaps, twisting in midair, but Finn rolls away at the last possible moment! Miles crashes and burns again.

Simone: Miles is taking massive risks, but Finn refuses to stay down!

Adams: Both of these guys are throwing everything at each other. The question is, who's going to blink first?

Both men are slow to rise, but it's Finn who strikes first with a devastating enzuigiri, the crack of his boot against Miles's skull reverberating through the arena. Miles staggers, and Finn capitalizes with a thunderous Michinoku Driver, spiking Miles into the mat.

Instead of going for the pin, Finn climbs the ropes and launches into a spectacular senton bomb, crashing down onto Miles. He hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Miles kicks out, barely staying alive. Finn's frustration begins to show as he argues with the referee.

Miles crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Finn charges at him, looking for a discus clothesline, but Miles ducks, catching Finn with a surprise blast from the past (Os Cutter)! The crowd explodes as Miles drags himself over for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR..

Finn gets his shoulder up at the last millisecond. The arena collectively gasps in shock.

Simone: I can't believe it! Finn survived the Blast from the Past!

Adams: Miles is giving it everything he's got, but Finn just won't stay down!

Miles pulls Finn to his feet, signaling for Hail to the Queen. He hoists Finn onto his shoulders, but Finn wriggles free, landing behind Miles and shoving him into the ropes. As Miles rebounds, Finn catches him with the Fenian Rising, planting Miles hard into the mat. Finn slumps against the ropes, unable to capitalize immediately.

The crowd is on their feet, sensing the end is near. Finn drags Miles up for his finishing move, the Revelation 6:4, but Miles counters with a frantic roll-up!

ONE!

TWO!

THR

Simone: Miles is really trying here, frantic roll-up. Lock it in Miles.

Adams: And it's not enough, Finn kicks out. Both men are looking exhausted at this point.

Finn kicks out, rolling to his feet in disbelief. Miles charges, but Finn counters with a stiff Pele kick, stunning Miles. Wasting no time, Finn locks Miles into position and finally hits the Revelation 6:4, driving Miles into the mat with authority.

Finn collapses onto Miles for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and applause.

Simone: What an unbelievable match! Finn pulls out the win, but Miles came so close!

Adams: This could've gone either way. Both men left everything in that ring tonight. What a performance!

Finn rises to his feet, barely able to stand as the referee raises his arm in victory. Miles lies motionless on the mat, the toll of the match evident on his face. Finn looks down at his fallen opponent, offering a rare nod of respect before exiting the ring. The crowd chants both men's names, acknowledging the incredible battle they've just witnessed.

As Miles sits up, battered but defiant, the camera zooms in on his face. Though he didn't win, his determination burns brighter than ever—a promise that this won't be the last time these two meet.

Simone: These two just delivered a match for the ages. Miles may have lost tonight, but he proved he belongs in the spotlight.

Adams: And Finn continues to cement his hold on the World Championship. What a night!

The show fades to black as Miles, still in the ring, raises his hand defiantly, earning one last roar of approval from the crowd.

The Queen of SCW is the future, and if you don't believe it, just ask her! Victoria Lyons debuted in SCW and has quickly wrestled control of her kingdom away from all rivals and peers. Thus far, only Kayla Richards rivals her in dominance and one must wonder what will happen when that inevitable clash finally occurs! But the Queen is a loving Queen and acknowledges that you know how great she is. And this award proves it!

Sitting at the announce table, Belinda looks over her shoulder towards someone that seems to be waving at her. A quizzical look comes over her face as she turns back to Jason.

Simone: Funny…

Adams: What's funny? And who's that you are flirting with

Shaking her head, Belinda once more addresses Adams.

Simone: He looks very familiar Jason but I just can't put a name to the face.

Before Jason can reply, the lights lower in the venue as a throbbing riff blares out and the crowd rumbles in wonder as the spotlight flashes to the stage but no one appears.

Adams: We are sorry folks, technical glitch. I don't know anyone who has this music as their theme and as you can see, there isn't anyone coming out…

The person who had been waving at Belinda gets to his feet and moves towards the barricade as some fans slap him on the back. Getting to the divider, he leaps onto the top of it and looks over the venue, a cocky smile peeking out from the dark stubble that covers his chin. Dressed in a pair of dark pants, black boots and a leather jacket over a tee that shows a somewhat familiar logo which brings a gasp to the lips of Belinda.

Simone: I know who it is Jason. We are being graced by the presence of Con..

Adams: IT'S CONNOR MURPHY Belinda…Connor Murphy!!

Simone: As I was saying Jason…it appears that former superstar Connor Murphy is here at High Stakes but I wonder why…

Adams: It seems he is making his way to the ring and we might just find out why he is here.

Connor jumps to the mats before moving towards the announce table. He leans forward and offers Belinda a wink before clapping Jason on the shoulder. Justin Decent hands him a microphone. Turning to the ring, Connor leaps onto the apron and then slides between the ropes. Pacing to the middle of the ring, he brings the microphone to his lips.

Connor Murphy: Ladies and Gentlemen...this is the moment you have been waiting for. It has taken years to happen but better late than never I always say. And you knew, it would only be a matter of time considering all the returns that have been happening. We saw return after return of people who have risen to heights that I haven't…yet.

Connor stops and smirks to the crowd. He is about to raise the microphone back to his lips when the crowd begins to chant "Connor…Connor". Murphy puts a hand over his heart as a smile breaks over his face.

Simone: It looks like the fans of SCW haven't forgotten Connor. But it has been years Jason. And with the talent here in Sin City Wrestling, does he have what it will take?

Adams: Given the fact that he is older…I don't think that the talent should be worried that much. But who knows? Connor Murphy is an unknown since he has been gone so long, that has to be taken into consideration Belinda.

In the ring, Connor once more raises the microphone and a finger on his other hand wags at the crowd and camera.

Connor Murphy: Does my ticker good to know that you haven't forgotten me. And trust me, the thought of a return wasn't on my mind at all. I had a good nine-to-five that kept me busy. But I didn't forget Sin City Wrestling. I mean I watched Climax Control and all the Supercards and I don't know about you but there is that one little itch that started to drive me insane and that was the fact that I left with unfinished business. I walked away with things left undone and unsaid.

Looking downward for a moment, Connor collects his thoughts and then raises his head once again.

Connor Murphy: I will admit, the struggle was real. Do I come back or remain retired…

Connor makes air quotes as his face brightens once more.

Connor Murphy: And you would never guess what made up my mind for me. It was the fact that all those people that I faced in the past were making their comebacks or in their minds, never lefts. So I got myself to a certain gym to start training. I made me a promise that if I could hang in that ring, then I could hang with everyone here in SCW. It took months but guess what? It worked and here I am. And well, the next step was talking to certain owners of the company. Raised some eyebrows and doubts but when push came to shove, I told them that I was ready to return, and if they needed me to prove it, I challenged them to give me a PTO to use a hockey reference. And believe it or not, I must have the luck of the Irish because they said why not and so I got this…

Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out a white item that looks like a folded paper. He waves it around with a smile.

Connor Murphy: Guess that means I am back. And what does that mean for the superstars backstage? It means that I have set my sights on rising through the ranks of the superstars and making my mark on Sin City Wrestling. Ready or not, Connor Murphy is back and no one is safe.

The Greatest Show begins to play once more as Connor moves towards the ropes and is about to slip between them when he stops and straightens once more. He holds up a hand and the music fades slightly as he once more raises the microphone to his mouth.

Connor Murphy: I do have one question though for a specific superstar on the roster. Jimmy…how's Tink huh?

His theme once more blares out as he offers a questioning look at the camera before smiling and mouths the words "Inquiring minds want to know". The camera then turns to the announce table where Belinda and Jason are sitting.

Adams: Who is Connor referring to Belinda? Who is Jimmie and who is Tink?

Simone: I think he is talking about J2H…and if I remember correctly, Tink was that duck Connor got for him.

Adams: Ohhh..wait a minute. He's poking a bear when it comes to J2H. Those two have a history. That might not be a smart idea by Connor.

Connor leaves the ring and tosses the microphone to Justin then once more jumps onto the top of the barricade to take in the crowd before jumping down and making his way to his seat among the crowds and smirks at the camera that had followed him as he sits down to be surrounded by the crowd.

Inside the personal locker room of the Living Legend. Cameras caught J2H bent over lacing up his boots with the main event drawing closer and closer. All of the sudden his door came bursting open with a sweat covered blood stained mess Kevin Carter finding himself walking in. A towel pressed against his head. It too was blood stained as he took a look at J2H.

Kevin Carter: That's one down.

Carter took a couple steps further in a stumbling manner. Finding himself flopping down in the spare chair next to his partner in crime.

J2H: Man you look like shit.

J2H jokingly punches Kevin Carter the arm.

J2H: Now I need to make it two for two

Kevin Carter: You already know you're walking out the winner. Your career doesn't end. He doesn't deserve to have that privilege. This was always meant to be our night!

That devious smirk forming over his lips.

Kevin Carter: Mark will never show his face again. He doesn't have the balls to do so. He can't bare face the people that he let down tonight. From the fans, to the locker room, to even his business partner. And once you do what you have to do to send that old prick back to hell where he crawled out of. Sin City Wrestling is ours!

J2H: This place has always been ours. Tonight, we take complete control. The big scary boss is no more. All those bullshit threats he made and you made him look stupid.

Carter was simply nodding his head a bit. That smirk only gets a little bigger.

Kevin Carter: Everything I ever wanted and deserved. It's mine for the taking. Everything you ever had that was unfairly taken from you and handed to someone else. It'll be all yours to have again. And if Christian Underwood is smart. He'll just stay out of our way so he doesn't end up like Mark or that old prick.

J2H: Christian's not smart. He put himself in this shit when he could have just stayed at home and just accepted defeat, but he will go run and hide. He saw what you did to his little buddy and he knows we can do that to him too.

Carter reached forward as the two of them found themselves shaking hands for a brief moment. Their mutual respect and understanding of each other was the thing that made people the most sick. Both of them stood up from where they sat.

Kevin Carter: Oh. One last thing. You saw what happened out there with... him.

J2H: Oh I saw but all in good time. He will know what a let down he's become, we won't let it slide.

Kevin Carter: Something has to be done about it. That does not look good for us or the message we are trying to deliver around here.

J2H: Speaking of messages to be delivered. You got rid of one old man dragging this place down, time for me to get rid of another.

Kevin Carter: Go out there and handle business. We'll let him stew on it first. See if he comes up with a vitable corrective course of action. We'll do what we have to do...

That ominous message only got a nod out of J2H. That's when the man walked right past Carter and out of his locker room. For the main event was just right around the corner. Carter flopped back down in the chair wiping his bloody head with that towel again with the cameras cutting out to the ring for the Heavyweight Championship match that was set to take place.

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At the start of Eddie Lyons' SCW career, his momentum tended to swing back and forth between strings of wins and some of losses. His altercations with his own cousin Victoria who treats him terribly has not slowed this man down nor influenced him to fight as she does; by breaking the rules. Eddie always insists on fighting as fairly as possible and his recent success story has not gone to his head. Winning both the Roulette Championship and being the only man to pin Finn Whelan in a year settles this issue.

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It was now time for the main event. The buzz in the arena was second to none. Fans absolutely loved what they had got to witness so far. At that exact moment there was a small change in the lights. They dimmed down with a combination of red, white, and gray strobe lights beginning to flash around. Followed with the opening riff for "No One Cares" by Atreyu taking over the venue's sound system. Making the instant connection to who was about to make their way out had those already excited and rowdy fans rising to their feet. More adrenaline. More excitement started coursing through their veins with their attention to the center of the entrance way.

Seconds later the curtain could be seen being pushed to the side. Only for a wrestling icon to find himself stepping through and taking center stage that very second. Michael Harris lifting his head up and allowing his eyes to scan the arena. For as far as he could see, fans were not only on their feet. But they were in unison offering a "bowing" motion to him over and over again. He couldn't contain that smirk from over taking his lips as he acknowledged them with a bow of his own. Only to stand straight back up and start to walk down the ramp.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled under Texas Death Match rules. Which are the following. Pinfalls and submissions are legal, but after every one that occurs. You are given until the count of en to get back to your feet. If you fail to do so, the match is over. Introducing first. From Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing at this time. He is part of the Hall of Fame Class of 2024. 'The Immortal' MICHAEL HARRIS!

By that point Harris had found himself reaching the ringside area. He took a second to reach over the guardrail to offer a fist bump to a couple of the nearby fans. Before turning himself back around and jogging up the steel steps. Walking across the ring apron to the center of it. He turned his back to the ropes and found himself peering out at the crowd once more. This time he had a better view. Seeing the consistent 'wave' that was going on in the crowd thanks to their 'bowing' before him. Giving a simple nod, Harris swung one of his legs over the middle rope.

Before ducking under the top rope and allowing himself in the ring. He made a quick march across the center of the ring and climbed the turnbuckle to the middle rope. Lifting his arms into the air to a very positive crowd reaction. He let that smirk really start to form over his lips while taking a second to soak that reaction in. Once he stepped down, he began to remove the leather jacket he had on. Tossing it out of the ring to one of the stagehands. Leaning back in the corner as his music began to fade out.

Adams: The look in Michael's eyes right now. You can see he is focused. Quite possibly the most focus we have ever seen him be.

Simone: We have heard several times leading up to this very match. This is bigger than any championship match he's ever had. This is bigger than any other main event he's been in before. This is the single biggest moment of his career and it's because of how personal it is.

Adams: It doesn't get anymore personal than someone trying to take your life. I'm not going to defend all the horrible things Michael has done. Because there are a lot of them, and it was wrong. But he never dumped someone's body out in the ocean and left them to die. J2H is the most vile of humans for that.

Harris found himself pacing back and forth in the ring. His eyes pierced up at that entrance way just awaiting the arrival. The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar riff. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage with Austin Parker.

Justin: And now being introduced at this time. Being accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker. From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is the 'The Living Legend' J2H!

Austin is wearing faded blue jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat, as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and knee pads with "J2H" written on the back of the shorts. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with a confident look on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and into the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H looks to the sky before looking down and round the fan, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to Austin and waves him away to the back. Only to turn back around to glare right at Harris.

Simone: J2H has never been a man that didn't have confidence. He has always been cool, calm, and collected. A man that is firmly in control. But you have to wonder if there's not a little bit of him that might have some fear leaking in.

Adams: J2H has beaten Michael before. Michael has beaten J2H before. However, the stakes have never been this high before. Knowing that he is in the ring with someone that is willing to be just as vile as him. There has to be some form of fear in J2H. For crying out loud his career is on the line.

Simone: But like you said he has beaten Michael before. He knows what is at stake with his career on the line. He knows what's at stake if he does manage to beat Michael. This is going to be an all-time classic!

DING DING DING!

Once the bell rang signifying the start of the match. Harris and J2H both exploded from their corners as they couldn't wait for that moment. Meeting right in the middle of the ring where the fists began to fly. Harris grabbed a handful of J2H's blonde hair while drilling him with his tightly taped up right hand. On the flip side of it J2H had a hold of Harris's short hair with his right hand and unloading on the face of the Immortal with his left hand. The crowd went insane to see this match start off so hot.

Adams: By no means am I surprised at how these two have decided to start this match off!

Simone: Neither am I, Jason. Michael said it best weeks ago. This wasn't going to be a wrestling match. It was going to be a down right dirty fight!

Adams: The amount of hatred these two share for each other might be unlike anything we have ever seen before. There's no telling how this is going to end.

Simone: Well considering it is in a death match. I guarantee it ends violently!

By then Harris was starting to get the upper hand with those punches of his. Each one harder than the previous and had J2H rocking back on his heels. Before the man could take control too much. J2H reached up with both of his hands and proceeded to DIG his fingers right into the eyes of the legend. Delivering a nasty eye rake. Harris found himself grabbing his face some as he stumbled backwards away from J2H. Right away J2H leaped into the air to connect with a perfect dropkick right to the spine of Harris sending him falling face first into the mat.

That wasn't nearly good enough. J2H found himself rushing towards and getting in front of Harris. Using his hand to motion for Harris to get to his feet. Sure enough that's what the man started to do. He shook his head a little bit. Putting his hands on the mat and started to push himself up. That was the opportunity that J2H needed. Exploding from the spot he was standing in and aiming for Harris's head with a PUNT KI-NO! Harris quickly saw it coming side stepping it. Harris scrambled right back to his feet just as J2H was able to turn around. Harris kicked him in the gut and then hooked him around the head.

Simone: J2H tried to kick that man's head into the nosebleed seats!

Adams: Keyword there is tried. Harris being the veteran that he is, saw that coming a mile away!

Simone: And just like that is right back in control.

Adams: A front facelock is so basic of a move, but it can really wear down your opponent if they're one to panic. It really starts to work against them.

Harris was trying to really put pressure on that head and neck area. Yet before he could get the leverage that he wanted. J2H used his speed and power to his advantage. Suddenly driving Harris backwards and slamming him back first into those BARB WIRE ROPES instantly causing Harris to let go as he dropped to his knees in pain. A camera shot got the back of Harris where blood was starting to seep out of the tiny cuts and drip down.

As if that wasn't enough damage done. J2H found himself blindsiding Harris with a running kick right to the side of the head. That force of it was so brutal. Harris's eyes could be seen rolling in the back of his head before he fell face first down into the mat. J2H wasted no time at all dropping down to his knees to be the first one to make a pin attempt.

ONE!

RIGHT AWAY HARRIS KICKED OUT!

Adams: For the viewers watching from the comfort of their home. Once again we would like to go over these rules of this Death Match.

Simone: It is considered a Texas Death Match. Meaning while pinfalls and submissions will occur. That doesn't not mean the match is over.

Adams: No it does not. Once a pin or submission takes place. Then that person that was pinned or tapped out has to the count of ten to make it back to the feet.

Simone: If they cannot do that, then the match will be over. Also shout out to Mr. Underwood for adding a little twist with the barbed wire. Most traditional death matches have it and I think it's very fitting!

Despite getting his arm up right at a one count. Harris still hadn't been able to crawl himself back into the match. Thanks to the fact J2H had found himself mounting the legend's waist as he began to unload with stiff punch after stiff punch. Bouncing Harris's skull off the mat as he connected with those punches. On what had to be the eighth punch J2H rolled off of Harris and got right back to his feet. Only to turn around and reach down to grab him by the hair.

He dragged Harris up to his knees before connecting with a punch that split the old man's lip right open. Harris spitting blood on the mat. J2H violently grabbed a hold of his head making him look right at him. Shouting at the top of his lungs so Harris and everyone else could hear him.

J2H: You thought you could retire me?! This is your best effort?! Pathetic!

To show nothing more than a lack of respect. J2H found himself spitting right in the face of Harris. Yet that was about to turn out to be a mistake., As soon as he felt that spit land on him, Harris came alive as he caught J2H with a huge UPPERCUT that forced J2H to let go of him and stumble backwards. He was quick to regain his footing. By the time he had recovered though Harris was on his feet. Catching J2H with another kick to the gut forcing him to double over.

Harris forced J2H's head between his thighs. Before he grabbed a hold of the man by his waist and then lifted him straight up onto his shoulders. The sheer panicked expression on J2H's face said it all. As Harris found himself rushing towards one of the sides of the ring where all those barbed wire ropes looked to come into play, but instead of using them. Harris took it one step further by launching J2H out of the ring with a sickening POWERBOMB to the floor on the outside!

Simone: Oh my goodness! He literally launched J2H out of the ring!

Adams: And he doesn't look like he's done yet!

Harris had taken a couple of steps back towards the center of the ring. His eyes focused on J2H and every movement he was making. Despite landing so harshly on his back J2H was forcing himself to stand up. Favoring his lower back, but as soon as he stood up. He was about to be met with a surprise. Thanks to Harris hauling ass from the middle of the ring and launching himself over the barbed wire ropes to dive on the outside catching J2H with a SOMERSAULT PLANCHA taking them both down to the unforgiving floor. The crowd found themselves buying into everything they were seeing. Those cheers become louder by the second.

Adams: Belinda! We just watched a fifty four year old man hit a somersault plancha!

Simone: We all know that Father time eventually catches up to us. But every now and then you can find a night where you can turn back to the clock just a little. Tonight's that night for Michael Harris.

On the outside Harris reached up to grab the ring apron to help himself get back to his feet, Taking one look at J2H who was still sprawled out on his back before shaking his head. Seemed like the man had something in mind then as he found himself walking to a different side of the ring and dropping down to his knees. He found himself reaching under it for a second but when he pulled his hand back out. It was revealed he went and grabbed himself a barbed wire baseball bat. He licked his lips with a smirk starting to cross his lips.

On the other side of the ring J2H was finally starting to make it back to his own feet. Thanks to using the guard rail there at the ringside area. He had no sooner than let go of the guardrail and turned himself around. Harris was charging right for him and took the bat driving it across the top of J2H's head knocking him right back down. The cameras quickly cut over to J2H on the ground as he rolled over holding his head. Right away the blood could be seen pooling in his hands thanks to the massive gash above his eye.

Simone: Ooh! That barbed wire bat has cut J2H open pretty badly here.

Adams: You know the moment Harris grabbed a hold of that thing. He wasn't going to be satisfied until blood was drawn.

Simone: And like a true major league hitter. He knocked it right out of the park with the first swing!

Adams: He does have to get him back in the ring though for a pin to take place. This might work out in J2H's favor more than anything.

Harris flung the bat out of his hands. It hit the arena floor and went rolling away. He turned right to J2H who was trying to pull himself up to his feet despite the blood that was just oozing out of that wound. Covering his entire face in a matter of seconds. Harris grabbed the man's head, helped pull him up, and then quickly hoisted J2H over his head in a military press type position. Taking a few steps towards the ring and then dumping J2H's body over the barbed wire ropes and back into the ring.

Right then he dropped down to his knees again and found himself reaching under the ring. This time he proceeded to drag out a very large ladder. Standing it up as soon as he was able to pull it out and got the legs to stand out properly. Harris looked back at J2H in the ring. He had managed to roll himself to the middle of the ring. Nodding his head with that sick smirk, he turned his attention to the ladder and began to climb it.

Adams: Uh... what is he doing? This isn't a ladder match at all.

Simone: I'm not really sure what he's thinking, but something tells me this is just the beginning of where these men are going to be willing to take this match.

Mere seconds later, Harris had climbed the highest point of that ladder. Gently turning himself around on it so he could face the prone J2H in the middle of the ring. Without even a second thought, Harris leaped from the ladder and soared through the air. Coming down on top of James with "THE 21ST CENTURY SPLASH" taking a page right out of J2H's book with that perfect frog splash. Harris stayed right on top of J2H for the cover in hopes to get the three count. Drew dropping down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

J2H KICKS OUT WITH FORCE!

Simone: Wait just a dang minute. Did Michael just hit J2H with the 21st Century Splash!?!

Adams: It sure looked like that was the case!

Simone: Do they just know each other that well?!

Adams: You already know the answer to that question, Belinda. Their best shots have been eaten like cake when they've faced off in the past. So might as well use the others' best shots against them!

Harris sat up on his knees after not being able to obtain that pin fall. Scratching his head in frustration, but he knew that he had to keep control of the match. Reaching for J2H's head, getting blood all over his hands, as he pulled the man up. Once he had J2H at a vertical basis, he left the man on wobbly legs while taking a few steps back. Harris then started to rush in for "THE BROOKLYN K-NOOOO!" As he got close enough J2H caught him right up under the chin with a KNEE stopping Harris in his tracks,

J2H had stumbled backwards just from the loss of blood and was still being dazed himself. By the time he got his bearings Harris was aiming to take his head off with a CLOTHES-NOPE! Right away J2H ducked under the arm. Quickly catching Harris in a hammerlock position before delivering "OFF WITH HIS HEAD" driving the 2024 Hall of Fame inductee right on top of his head. Harris laid face first into the mat after the DDT. All while J2H laid next to him on his back trying to catch his breath,

Adams: J2H getting Harris back with the Hammerlock DDT he made famous!

Simone: Did you hear the thud with Harris's head spiking into the mat? That might just be the thing J2H needs to climb back into this match!

Finally, J2H was able to show some signs of life to him. Lifting his head up a little bit as he started to army crawl those few inches over to Harris. He extended his arm out and placed it across his chest. Drew took notice and dropped down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

HARRIS KICKS OUT!

The crowd found themselves holding their breath the entire time he was pinned, but as soon as he was able to kick out. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the arena. J2H with that crimson mask rolled away from Harris. Trying to get back to his feet. This was the opening that he needed and he couldn't let it slip through his fingers. Planting those hands into the mat and then bringing his knees under him to push up. Once he stood up, he stumbled back but caught himself before he could fall into the barbed wire ropes.

Harris was starting to show some signs of life once again. Rolling over to his hands and knees. Before he had the chance to get up though. J2H brutally landed a kick right to the ribs. Driving the wind right out of the legend and causing Harris to fall right back down on his stomach. This is when J2H started to really work with what he had before him. He grabbed the arms and legs, putting them in a specific position. Before officially locking in "FORT LOX" right there in the middle of the ring. Leaving Harris with nowhere to go. J2H torqued back on Harris's head once he got his chin up and under his arm.

Simone: Fort Lox! We haven't seen J2H break this out in quite some time.

Adams: That is one of the most innovative submissions we have seen and one of the most painful.

Simone: You can see it all in Michael's face right now. That hurts. It hurts real bad!

Adams: But is it going to be enough?! That's the question.

Harris could be seen really starting to panic in the middle of the ring. Using both of his hands to try and pry the arm of J2H away from his chin and neck. If he could relieve that pressure, he might've stood a chance. All of the sudden J2H could be seen just wrenching back with everything he had. This resulted in Harris starting to slap his hand against J2H's arm TAPPING OUT from the brutal submission hold.

Adams: It did! It did work out!

Simone: J2H did make Harris tap out, but it's not over yet. Harris has to ten to stand up and keep fighting!

Adams: You can't stand up and keep fighting. If you just had the life choked out of you.

Simone: I think at this point Jason. We both know better than to doubt this man. He looked death in the face once already because of J2H and survived!

Inside the ring Drew was informing J2H that he had to let go of the hold so he could start the ten count, but J2H ignored him. He kept locking in that hold tighter and tighter. Harris's hand no longer tapping against his arm. It went limp as the man's eyes closed and he looked almost blue in the face. That's when J2H let go of Harris and shoved him off like he was a piece of trash. Harris lying face down in the mat again. Drew started that ten count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Simone: That was cheap on J2H's part. He choked the man out when he should have let go as soon as he tapped!

Adams: Technically what J2H did was legal. Harris said there were only two rules. Pinfalls and Submissions. And the ten count. That's how you win or lose. He said nothing about breaking holds after a tap out occurred.

Simone: Are you suddenly on the J2H bandwagon?!

Adams: Not at all. I don't like what he did. I agree that it was cheap, but it technically didn't break the rules!

FIVE!

SIX!

Harris had seemingly come back to as he could hear Drew's count. He started to stir about on the mat. J2H looking on in fear.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Drew was nearing getting to nine when Harris forced himself up to his feet. Breaking the ten count and forcing the match to continue. He was still a little out of it, but he could hear a loud primal yell. Turning in the direction of where it came from which just so happened to be J2H. He was charging right for the man. Before Harris had a chance to react J2H had caught him and then drove him straight down on his head for a FLIPPING PILEDRIVER in the center of the ring. An outcold Harris popped back up on his feet and fell into the thin barbed wire ropes. Managed to get himself stuck as the sharp wire was cutting up his back more and starting to do the same to his shoulder blades.

J2H was still in war mode. Popping back to his feet and seeing where the seemingly unconscious Harris was trapped in that barbed wire. Only leading to him charging at him again. This time J2H catching his arch nemesis under the chin with a Shining Wizard. It was so harsh and the barbed wire happened to be so thin. That both men took the barbed wire completely out on that side of the ring as they both went flying to the floor on the outside. J2H quickly slammed his hands against the hard floor of the arena and got right back on his feet. Pounding his arm against his chest like a madman now that he had full control of the match.

Adams: Alright! I am starting to get a little concerned now.

Simone: You see that look in J2H's eyes right now. He's going to that place in his mind. He's tapping in to what has made him one of the most diabolic men on our roster these past few months.

It appeared that it was now time for J2H to start breaking out some hardware. He was on his knees looking under the ring as started to drag out a few things. First thing was a tightly tied off nylon black bag. The next item looked like it was a stapler. With the final item being a sheet of pure glass. Lifting that glass up, he slid it into the ring, and then re-grabbed the stapler. By that time Harris with his shredded cut up back on display was using the guard rail to pull himself up.

J2H snagged a hold of the man by the back of his head and proceeded to turn him around. As he did so he took that stapler and placed it to the forehead of Harris clicking down. Not once, not twice, but three separate times. On the third one he let go of Harris and tossed the stapler out of his hand. Harris on his knees with blood starting to pour down his face from where the staple wounds were. J2H then grabbed a hold of the man by his head and began to drag him back towards the ring. Tossing him in on the side of the ring that now had no barbed wire ropes.

Simone: I cannot believe we just witnessed J2H use a stapler on that man's skull!

Adams: Nothing is surprising me when it comes to the lengths these two are willing to go. Yeah, I'm scared. I'm scared for their well being. I'm scared at what line will be crossed next. But none of it surprises me.

Harris rolled to the center of the ring and laid there holding his head. Blood started to soak his hands thanks to those staples. J2H by now had pulled himself up into the ring and quickly grabbed a hold of that sheet of glass he had slid in seconds ago. Picking it up with both hands he found himself carrying it over to one of the corners of the ring. He leaned that glass at an angle clearly with something in mind. All of the sudden J2H along with the crowd could hear Harris shouting .

Michael Harris: Fuck you!

This prompted J2H to turn himself around. As soon as he did, Harris shot up from his knees in a quick fashing and charged J2H for "THE BROOKLYN KNOCKOUT" sending J2H straight into the sheet of glass he had just propped up. That glass shattered into a thousand tiny little pieces. As soon as the crowd saw this take place nearly every single one of them had gotten to their feet. Their voices were heard as they broke out in the only proper chant for what they just saw.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

J2H was folded up in the corner after being put through the glass. Harris flopped over onto his side breathing heavily. Drew took the time to kneel down beside both men for no other reason than to make sure they were still breathing.

Simone: The Brooklyn Knockout through glass!

Adams: I don't know how the hell J2H could even think about getting up from that!

Simone: I don't even know if Michael can make the cover after that. That was just brutal to witness!

Finally there was a glimmer of hope inside the ring. Harris managed to roll himself over and grabbed the foot of J2H. Using what little bit of strength he seemed to have left. He dragged the prone body of J2H out of the corner and a little closer towards the middle of the ring. Taking a couple of seconds to crawl to get in the right position, but then Harris threw his arm over the shoulders of J2H for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Drew's hand hit the mat for a third time with Harris finding himself rolling slowly away from J2H. Knowing what was going to come next. Drew standing right over J2H beginning to shout out the ten count so he could be heard.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Harris had started to push himself up to his own feet to make sure he wasn't counted out either. Getting his feet under him as Drew continued.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Adams: Harris is up, but J2H is not. This is looking more and more like the end!

Simone: I hope for the sake of their health. This is the end. Sure it sucks for J2H's career, but what career would he even have left after this?!

Adams: That's a fair question to ask. There's no way the man ends up being the same in the end even if he does manage to survive this.

Back inside the ring Harris had backed away into the corner with his eyes piercing a hole right through J2H who at that point was showing some signs of life. He rolled over to his stomach and was trying to find the will power to stand up.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

... J2H FINALLY SHOT TO HIS FEET!

The crowd couldn't believe it and neither could Harris who just dropped down to his knees in disbelief for that brief second. J2H stumbled around the ring trying to get his bearings back with Harris starting to approach him. He grabbed a hold of J2H's arm and then proceeded to spin him around. Yet as soon as he spun him around. J2H proceeded to kick Harris right between the legs for a LOW BLOW putting the man down for the time being.

Simone: That dirty son of a---

Adams: Hey hey watch it Belinda! Don't get too carried away.

Harris was on his back rolling over holding his groin. J2H took the time to stumble over to that nylon bag he had brought into the ring moments ago. Undoing the string that kept the bag so tightly wrapped up before taking the bag and flipping it over. As soon as he flipped it over the hundreds of thumbtacks began to hit the mat of the ring.

Adams: J2H is really going all out. A stapler, a sheet of glass, and now introducing thumbtacks?!

Simone: He is going to find a way to beat Michael. Even if it means he has to play that old man's game to do it.

With all the tacks out of the bag. He tossed it out of the ring and then turned his attention back to Harris who was trying to get back to his feet. J2H grabbed a hold of the man's head and helped pull him to his feet the rest of the way. Dragging him over towards the tacks, but before he had a chance to use them. Harris began to fight back. A couple of shots to the gut breaking the hold that J2H had on him. Before landing a BIG BOOT right to the jaw of J2H sending him backwards to create space, but it didn't knock him off his feet.

Taking notice of this Harris started to charge in, but no sooner than he did. J2H cut him off with a kick to the mid-section. It forced Harris to double over with J2H finding himself getting into position. He quickly hoisted Harris up and then dropped him head first onto the THUMBTACKS with none other than "THE HARRIS EFFECT" which caused J2H to crumble on his knees landing right on top of Harris for the perfect pinning combination. Drew again right there to make sure he was in position. Launching himself down on the mat to begin the count.

Simone: J2H with The Harris Effect against Michael!

ONE!

Adams: That is one of the nastiest piledrivers that have ever existed in our sport. J2H knows what it is like to be hit with it

TWO!

Simone: And now he knows what its like to actually hit someone with it!

THREE!

Adams: He did it! He just pinned Michael with his own move!

Simone: But will his own move keep him out on his feet for a ten count?!

J2H found himself instantly rolling off of the Hall of Famer. Rolling as far away from Harris as he could. Drew standing over Harris when he began to shout out.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

In the corner of the ring J2H just sat there. Looking at Harris through the blood that stained his face. Listening to the count continue onward.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

By then J2H got to his own feet to avoid being counted out. Harris was up to one knee and looking wobbly as he tried to find some way to push up the rest of the way.

NINE!

TE-NOOOOOOO!

HARRIS STANDS UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Simone: He did it! He made it to his feet!

Adams: That has to be pure instincts and adrenaline running through his veins. No way Michael actually has any idea where he is or what's going on!

Harris was no sooner to his feet and J2H was right back on him. Clubbing the man with his fists. Taking aim at his face. Hos body. Anywhere he could land a good shot he was taking it. This had Harris weakened to the point he dropped down to his knees. J2H then grabbed a hold of the man's arms and yanked Harris forward while bringing his KNEE right up into the jaw of Harris causing the man's eyes to roll backwards in his head with such a stiff strike. J2H wasn't done as he yanked the man's arms to bring him forward a second time and delivered another knee strike.

That second knee really looked like it had done what it needed to do. Harris looked completely out of it. Again, J2H showed that he wasn't done as he forced the Immortal to stand back up. Pulling him to the center of the ring as he torqued one of the arms of Harris before J2H brought a foot up under Harris's jaw and dropped back onto his back delivering "KISS THIS" to Harris. It caused Harris to stumble backwards, with J2H getting to his feet, but as soon as he stood up. Harris caught him by surprise with "THE BROOKLYN KNOCKOUT" completely obliterated J2H by taking him off his feet.

Harris somehow finds himself directly on top of J2H after the brutal gore. Drew dropped down to the mat to do his duties.

ONE!

Adams: That had to have broken several of J2H's ribs. Michael hit the man with everything he had!

Simone: You could just see J2H's expression as soon as he hit the move. He looked like he had been shot!

TWO!

Simone: This very move won Michael the Heavyweight Championship back from J2H a year ago. Will history repeat itself in giving him another win?!

Adams: There's a very high chance, but as we have already seen from these two men. It is not easy by any means to keep them down.

THREE!

Adams: There it is! There's the three count. Michael just needs to hang on for ten more seconds!

Simone: I don't see any world where J2H is able to make it back to his feet!

As soon as Drew's hand hit the mat for a third time. He was standing himself back up to his feet. Fully prepared to make that ten count as he was duty required. However, neither man was moving. They both looked like they were completely out. That loud voice of Drew's finally being heard.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Simone: We're at a five count and neither man has moved an inch!

Adams: Someone has to get up!

Simone: What happens if they don't?! What happens if neither man is able to get to their feet?!

Adams: I don't even want to think about that Belinda. We need to have a proper ending to this match!

Back inside the ring Harris was still on top of a sprawled out J2H in the center of the ring. The crowd was on the edge of their seats with each count Drew made!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Drew stood there in the ring by the two men. If they were conscious they should have been able to hear him, but still neither of them moved. The expression on Drew's face said a lot. He was hesitant but he had a job to do as the official. Shouting at the top of his lungs.

TEN!

DING DING DING!

The bell was being sounded with each and every fan's faces in the front row in complete shock. They were stunned. There's not a chance anyone thought this match was going to end like this. Drew finally drops down to help roll Harris off of J2H so he could check on the two men.

Adams: I am at a loss for words.

Simone: Neither man was able to break the count. Is that considered a draw?!

Adams: There aren't very many death matches I have ever seen like this and I sure as hell haven't even seen one end in a draw. This is... wow.

Simone: After everything they put each other through and there still isn't a resolution!

Inside the ring, Harris was starting to sit up a little bit and come back to reality. J2H was on his stomach now holding Drew with a deer in headlights kind of look on his expression.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Due to the fact that neither man was able to answer a ten count. I have the unfortunate task of having no other choice but to declare this match a...

Before the statement could even be finished. The familiar sound of "Unbelievable" by EMF hit the speakers of the TCC Arena. The crowd instantly threw themselves in an uproar of cheers with the cameras cutting to the stage area where Christian Underwood had stormed out from the back with a microphone in hand. His expression said more than enough. He looked like he meant business as his music faded giving him a chance to speak.

Christian Underwood: No. No. No. This is not going to be how this match ends. This is not how the Main Event of High Stakes will end!

He stood there shaking his head from side to side. Everyone looked on while being on the edge of their seats. Back inside the ring Harris was on his knees with J2H using Drew to lean against so he could stand up properly.

Christian Underwood: This was the feud of the year last year. This is the feud of the year this year. This was meant to be the main event of High Stakes a year ago. And these two have done nothing but cause havoc ever since they first touched each other. They deserve a proper ending regardless of how I may feel about them personally. Each and every single one of you here tonight deserves to have a proper ending. And this damn company deserves to have a proper ending on the biggest night!

For a man that normally wasn't one for the people. He had them eating right out of the palm of his hand. Their cheers were almost deafening at that point. Christian looked down at the ring where both men were.

Christian Underwood: Restart the damn match!

That statement alone sent the crowd into a frenzy. They were so loud it sounded like the roof was going to come off. Christian turned himself around with a proud smirk and proceeded to walk away. J2H looked on from the ring with disbelief as he shouted.

J2H: You can't do that! You can't do that!

DING DING DING!

Simone: Christian just restarted the main event! Oh my goodness!

Adams: He is right. We deserve to have an ending, but what else could these two possibly have left in the tank?!

Simone: I don't know, but I was J2H I would turn around right about now!

Adams: He's about to learn a valuable lesson!

J2H was sill in disbelief as Drew pulled away from him with the bell sounding. The match was officially back under way and Harris had J2H in his sights as he stood behind him taunting for him to turn around. The roar of the crowd was at an all time high. J2H finally turned around and that turned out to be the biggest mistake of the night with Harris rushing him for "THE BROOKLYN KNOCKOUT" hitting the Loving Legend with such force it caused J2H to spin inside out and then land harshly on his face.

Adams: Again with the Brooklyn Knockout!

Simone: That's it. That has got to be it!

Harris had J2H right where he wanted him, but he didn't go for the pin. Harris found himself dropping down to his back and rolling out of the ring from the side where they ripped down the barbed wire ropes. Grabbing the ring apron and lifting it up for a brief moment. It wasn't long before he revealed to have two very dangerous items in his hand. One of his hands was a lighter and in the other hand was a gasoline can. The entire crowd let out a collective gasp. Harris just has the most demonic like smirk on his lips placing the gas can in the ring.

Simone: Woah. Woah! What is he going to do with that?!

Adams: I do not have the slightest clue and I do not want to find out! Do not let it go this far!

Someone: Who is going to stop them?! Who?! Christian literally restarted the match. This has to end. Somehow someway!

Adams: But it doesn't need to end like this!

Harris was starting to climb back into the ring, but before he could. His legs were grabbed and he was pulled back out by none other than KEVIN CARTER! The crowd began to boo right away with Carter starting to land a couple of punches right to the face of Harris. Having him pinned down against the ring apron just unloading on him with everything he had. Opening up those wounds on Harris' head just a little more thanks to those stiff hands.

Adams: We should have known! We should have known this was going to happen!

Simone: Hasn't that man done enough already tonight?!

Adams: Clearly not. I don't know why the hell there wasn't a rule to have this fool banned from ringside!

Simone: Being who Michael is. I don't think he was too worried about this kind of thing, but you are right. It's something we should have seen coming!

Carter lined Harris up another punch, but when he swung it. It was quickly blocked by Harris. Resulting in Harris starting to land a couple of stiff punches of his own. Starting to get the upper hand in a major way with Carter reeling back. That's when Harris suddenly grabbed the man by the head and took him, tossing him over the guard rail and into the front row. The crowd showed their support with Harris dusting his hands off and heading back towards the ring.

He rolled himself right back into the ring and pulled himself up. As soon as he did though J2H came out of nowhere with that metal gasoline can and bashing it right off the head of Harris taking the man off his feet. Harris rolled over holding onto his head with J2H taking a second to look at him. Something seemed to spark in the man's head as he found himself kneeling down. He undid the cap to that gas can and started to pour the gasoline all over his right foot. Everyone watching in confusion.

Simone: Is he pouring gas on his foot?!

Adams: He sure is!

Within seconds his entire foot was soaked in gasoline. Tossing the can out of the ring before reaching over and grabbing a hold of the lighter Harris had brought in. J2H looked back to his left to see Harris was starting to get to his feet. Right away J2H sparked that lighter and quickly placed it against his foot. Causing it to become engulfed in flames. J2H shot right up to his feet with his foot ablaze and as Harris was turning around J2H leaped into the air for a modified version of "SOLID GOLD" with that flaming foot right into Harris's face taking him back down.

Adams: Oh no!

Simone: A blazing Solid Gold?! What the hell is going on?!

Harris sprawled out in the middle of the ring. J2H stood back up to briefly stomp out the fire he had on his foot. The entire crowd was looking on in terror over what they had just seen. Finally, J2H finds himself in the position to drop down and make the cover. Hooking both of the man's legs as Drew dropped down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Once again J2H has gotten the three count over Michael.

Adams: But now he has to see if it's enough to keep him down for a ten count.

Simone: I don't know how he could stand up after that. He was just kicked square in the face with a flaming boot!

Adams: Again, we have already seen Michael survive the worst!

J2H wasted no time at all as he pushed himself back to his feet. Finding himself backing up all the way across the ring just to glare at Harris. Drew started to make that ten count next to Harris who still hadn't moved since he had been kicked.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

J2H didn't let his gaze for even a second leave Harris. He was hyper focused, but again there seemed to be no signs of life at all. He wasn't moving.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Harris finally showed some kind of glimmer of hope. He was attempting to sit himself up in the middle of the ring, but he only made it halfway before falling back. Drew shouting one last time.

TEN!

DING DING DING!

The crowd had gone radio silent. This was not what they had expected. This was not the outcome they had seen coming. J2H fell to his knees the moment he heard the bell ring. Clearly thankful that the match was over.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Here is your winner of the Texas Deathmatch. The Liiiiving Leeeegennnnnddd, JAAAAAAAAYYYY TWWWWOOOO HHHHHHHHHHHH!

Inside the ring J2H just remained on his knees letting out a sigh of relief. About that time Carter could be seen reappearing as he slid into the ring. Quickly grabbing a hold of J2H's arm and pulling the man up to his feet. Carter then took the man's arm and raised it into the air. Finally getting a response from the crowd and it was a negative one. Boos just being hurled at the man left, right, and center.

Adams: It's over. It's finally over!

Simone: I don't know if we will ever see another match like that again in this company's history. I don't know if we will ever see two men with that kind of hatred for each other ever fight again. This was without a doubt history making!

Adams: It's a shame that Michael's last in-ring appearance ends with a loss, but he fought with everything he had tonight. He truly did make this a fight. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Simone: Not at all, but it was always going to be a tough task to defeat J2H. It was going to be an even tougher task to retire the man. He is without a doubt a Living Legend.

With the boos still being thrown at him. Carter had begun to assist J2H out of the ring. That adrenaline was starting to wear off. J2H limped with every step as he kept his arm around Carter's neck. Both men took a few steps away from the ring. Starting to approach the little ramp when they both heard something that caught their attention.

Michael Harris: Hey you son of a bitch!

Harris, barely able to stand, was in the middle of the ring with that microphone in hand. More importantly on the other hand he had the MIDDLE FINGER right up for J2H and Carter to see as they turned around. An instant glare overcoming J2H's expression. Once he had the man's attention though, Harris started to get down on one knee. Blood dripped off of him. The state of exhaustion took over every bit of him, but he got down to one knee. Slowly bringing that microphone back to his lips.

Michael Harris: James, you're BETTER than me!

He let the microphone fall out of his hand. It hit the mat with a thud, as he then found himself collapsing over in the ring. Just lying there with his hands covering his face. J2H stood there looking at the ringside area. Almost a little shocked that Harris ended up being a man of his word. That trademark smirk of J2H started to take form over his lips. The last image that could be seen was Harris lying in the middle of that ring with J2H and Carter looking on. Fireworks finding themselves shooting off from the stage behind J2H and the show coming to a close.

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