Climax Control


The fans stand inside of the Star of the Desert Arena stand and cheer as the camera comes to life for SCW's Climax Control. Over two thousand fans line the ringside area and stands for the first ever program of the independent wrestling scene's newest showcase of wrestling talent. The fans hold up signs and cheer wildly as the cameras pass in front of them, showing their support for their favorites and SCW in particular.

SCW!
SCW!
SCW!

The chants are loud and clear by the two thousand plus on hand, men, women and children alike, and the camera swings towards the unique SCW six-sided ring where stands one-half of the SCW ownership, wrestling superstar, Christian Underwood. The former three-time World Heavyweight Champion pumps his fists in the air along to the beat of the chants from the fans;

SCW!
SCW!
SCW!

Christian smiles, looking out to all corners of the building and the fans housed within, and his expression is one of joy and pride. He has a house mic in hand and he brings it up to speak.

Christian: Hello everyone, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling's debut of Climax Control!

The crowd cheers with hearty enthusiasm.

Christian: Over one year ago, the legendary 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward and I first got together and brought up the topic of running our very own wrestling promotion. As I told him, who would know better how to run a wrestling federation, and entertain wrestling fans, than two of the very best wrestlers that the world has ever seen! I myself, a three time World Champion, several times a World Tag Team Champion and well I hate to brag...

The fans cheer and applaud.

Christian: Then you have 'Hot Stuff' who has done it all and won it all in every promotion that's he has ever worked for. There has yet to be a promotion that he's competed in where he didn't win gold, usually the top prize available! We put our heads together ... no not those ones! ... Damn it.

The fans laugh as Christian smiles and winks.

Christian: So I ask you again! Who better to give the fans what they want? Forget the bullshit you see every week on WWE with Triple H and John Cena, or that rehashed Hulk Hogan In Our Faces we get each and every week in TNA! This is not sports entertainment! This is professional wrestling at its finest! This is Sin City Wrestling!

The fans are again on their feet, cheering and screaming with support!

Christian: Tonight we are bringing to you some of the top wrestling talent anywhere in the world, including the return of undefeated tag team champions of the AWA, Sinful Obsession!

Cheers!

Christian: We are going to see the Belle of the Brawl when the SCW Bombshells lock horns, pull hair, gouge eyes and just in general kick some serious Bombshell Bootay!

Cheers! Wolf whistles! Cat calls!

Christian: And in the main event, three men who promise to rock your world in some hot and heavy threesome action!

Christian looks out at the fans and smiles.

Christian: No not that kind so get your mind out of the gutter!

Laughter and cheers!

Christian: And I am happy to announce that even after we finalized our first show, Mark and I have already started making plans for the next show, where we will be featuring new talent in the form of Erik Black, "The Samoan Warrior" Maoi and everybody's favorite 'duh' moments, the Surf Boys! And I am proud and pleased to announce in four weeks we will hold our first ever SCW super card where we will be crowning the first ever SCW Heavyweight champion and Bombshell champion!

The fans are in a cheering uproar and Christian fist pumps the air.

Christian: So without further ado, to kick off the festivities, may I present Sin City Wrestling's Hostess With the Mostess ... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The fans applaud and cheer as the spotlight hits the stage where stands the resident SCW Drag Diva personified, Amanda Hugginkiss! The curvy figure is clad in a skin-tight Peggy Bundy-esque outfit of flowered blouse and neon green hot pants, with a bouffant wig.

Holding a microphone is her hand she gives everyone a goofy smile and waves hello to all in attendance.

A jazzy tune begins to play complete with piano, drums and saxophone, and Amanda brings the microphone up and the performance begins.

Amanda Hugginkiss:Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS blues
You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we can't help it
We don't even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord
We're going to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering, huh?

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less than that
PMS blues
You don't want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so hateful
PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin'
PMS blues

It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS blues
PMS blues
I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS blues


The crowd cheer wildly as the camera spins around to the announce team of Belinda Simone and Jason Adams

Simone: Hello and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams

Simone: Tonight we have an amazing show lined up.

Adams: As Christian just said, we have undefeated AWA Tag Team champions.... Sinful Obsession on the card

Simone: As well are the bombshells of SCW, showing what the ladies of SCW can do in a Belle Of The Brawl hardcore match, as Misty, Fantasia and Kittie mix it up live.

Adams: As well as the the giant team of Poisoned Power, stepping in the ring with Saint Patty and wrestling newcomer Wyatt Peterson

Simone: Our main event tonight, 3 way dance, as the impressive and irritating Blade Alexander, takes on JT Underwood and DJ Williams

Adams: I can't wait, so let's get this thing started! Let's throw this to our ring announcer, Justin Decent!

Justin Decent: The following match is a Tag Team match! First to the ring from Atlanta, Georgia, standing at six foot and weighing at two-hundred and thirty four pounds. He is...

SAINT PATTY!!!

At Your Funeral by Pinhead Gunpowder plays, He enters the stage, accpompanied by two of his chosen super models. He walks down the ramp, flexing and strutting, Usually approaching the attractive females in the crowd, boasting and bragging. When he reaches the ring steps, each of his models kiss him on the cheek, as he takes off his signature shades. He gets in the ring, shouting about how great he is.

Justin Decent: And his tag team partner, hailing from Amerillo, Texas, standing at six foot nine inches and weighing at two-hundred and eighty five pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Tom Dudely, He is...

WYATT PETERSON!!!

"Hillybilly Bone" starts playing from the speakers and Wyatt Peterson bursts through the curtain onto the stage. His Manager, Tom Dudely, is right behind him. They make their way down the ramp to the ring. They both climb into the ring and Wyatt climbs onto the second turnbuckle working the crowd while Tom motions towards him and claps. Wyatt hops down to the mat and Tom climbs out of the ring while calling out a few words of advice.

Justin Decent: And their opponents, with a combined weight of six hundred and fifty pounds. They are...

POISONED POWER!!!

Monster by Skillet starts playing on the speakers and Poisoned Power comes from behind the curtain. Casey Williams and Ryan King look at each other before slowly walking to the ring. Casey stands at the ring looking around with a snear on his face as Ryan walks around to the other side of he six sided ring and both men pull themselves up onto the ring apron and Casey steps over the top rope as Ryan comes in between the middle and top rope. Both wrestlers meet in the middle and hi five each other as they wait for the match to begin and discuss who starts first.

Poisoned Power Vs Wyatt Peterson And Saint Patty - Tag Team Match

DING-DING-DING!!!

Casey Williams starts in the ring with Saint Patty. Both men lock up but williams power forces Patty against the ropes. Casey lifts his hands to break but Patty puts a thumb in Casey's eye. Casey stumbles backwards, holding his face, Paddy takes a step forward, jumping up and catching Casey with a huge enziguri, stunning the big man and dropping him to one knee. Casey holds the side of his head as Patty steps in and lands a hard right hand to the side of Casey's head. He drags Casey to his feet and wraps his arms around Casey for a belly to belly suplex, but Casey drops an elbow on his head, Patty breaks the hold and Casey drives his head in to Pattys

Simone: Huge headbutt from Casey

Adams: It's always gonna be a huge headbutt, have you seen the size of Casey's head? It's like a basketball!

Patty hit's the mat hard and Casey puts a foot on his chest, stepping over him, crushing his ribs. Casey picks up up Patty and whips him hard in to the turnbuckle. Casey charges at Patty but Patty slips out of the way and moves towards his own corner. He reaches out for a tag but Wyatt turns away to talk to Tom Dudely.

Simone: You might not like the guy Wyatt, but it's a tag match.

Adams: He's probably asking a sports score or something

Casey grabs Patty by the foot and pulls him over to the corner, towards Ryan King and reaches out for the tag. King tags in.

Simone: First chance for SCW to see the King.

Adams: He's royalty? Damn, Sin City Wrestling went all out!

King lifts Patty to his feet and nails a huge chop over Patty's chest. He grabs Paddy and lifts him up above his head in a military press slam and drop Patty hard to the mat. King goes for the cover, referee Jasmine St Clair drops for the pin

1...

2...

Patty kicks out!

Simone: Close call there.

King pulls Patty to his feet and whips him to the rope. Patty quickly ducks a clothesline and runs towards his corner, tagging in Wyatt Peterson with a hard slap to the shoulder

Simone: Harsh tag there, but legal

Adams: Harsh? When I was wrestling, my cousin Shane used to tag me like that all the time. Christian used to do the same, but he would tag me somewhere else.... come to think of it, Christian would do that when we wasn't in the ring.... weird.

Wyatt steps through the ropes, with words of encouragement from his manager Tom Dudely, only to be met with an attempted big boot from Ryan King. Wyatt ducks out of the way and wraps his hands around King's throat, lifting him high in the air and throwing him across the ring, to the amazement of the crowd.

Simone: God damn! King's not a small guy!

Adams: Smaller then Peterson

King looks surprised as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Peterson quickly steps in and plants forearm after forearm on top of King's head. King defends and gets himself to his feet, but Wyatt cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Wyatt puts King's head between his legs and looks for a powerbomb. He lifts King in the air and drives him hard in to the canvas.

Simone: That shook the ring!

Adams: And spilled my coffee!

Wyatt goes for the pin. St Clair drops down to count.

1...

2...

Kick out from King!

Simone: A very close pin attempt there

King gets dragged to his feet but quickly cuts Peterson off with an elbow to the gut and throws him shoulder first in to the corner. King moves over and tags in Casey. Casey steps over the ropes and waits for Peterson to turn around.

Simone: Oh my, this one is not gonna be pretty

Adams: It's like Godzilla Vs King Kong!

Peterson stands face to face with Casey, the two huge superstars stare at each other, just waiting. Casey strikes first with a crushing right hand, but Peterson fires one straight back at him. Casey feels the effect of the blow, but fires another back at Wyatt, sending him reeling. Wyatt runs at Casey and ducks a clothesline, before bouncing back and nailing Casey with a spear, causing the crowd to go wild! Wyatt gets up and walks over to Patty, tagging him in with a slap to the face!

Simone: This could get ugly!

Patty steps in the ring and pushes Wyatt, Wyatt pushes him right back. Jasmine St Clair steps in between the waring partners. Patty turns around, only to be met with a thunderous punch from Casey! Patty looks dazed as he spins around, tagging Wyatt back in to the match!

Simone: Quick tag from Patty

Adams: If I just got hit by Casey, I'd be looking for a way out too.

Casey snaps Wyatt back over the top rope and in to the ring. Casey walks over and tags King in. King strolls over to Wyatt and picks him off the floor, putting him in a front facelock and attepting a DDT, but Wyatt uses his strength to lift King off his feet and throw him across the ring, causing King to hit his head on the turnbuckle. Wyatt steps back and points down to his boot.

Simone: Peterson could be looking for the Boomtown right here!

Casey senses the danger and gets in the ring. Jasmine St Clair moves over to stop Casey. Patty slides in the ring and looks towards Casey. A smile crosses Patty's face as he drops down and connects with a low blow to Wyatt Peterson!

Simone: Oh my god! Low blow from Patty against his own partner!

Adams: Right in the jewels! I think I speak for every man when I say OUCH!

King quickly steps in and lifts Peterson on to his shoulders with a great deal of strength, spins him around and drops him with the Rise To Power! Patty slides out of the ring and towards the exit as King drops down for the pin.

1...

2...

3!

The winners of the match, by pinfall....POISONED POWER!

Simone: I can't believe Saint Patty would screw over his own partner like that

Adams: Maybe Tom Dudely should have kept quite instead of picking fights with Saint Patty



The scene opens backstage as members of the SCW crew are seen working around the clock to make the first Climax Control a success. The camera slowly pulls back to find a man standing next to a desk with a clipboard in hand. He raises the clipboard to look at it and begins to scan down the notes. He then pulls out a pen and begins to put checkmarks next to certain notes. Virgil then appears and sees the guy with the clipboard and becomes immediately interested in him. He walks over to where the man is standing and taps him on the shoulder.

Virgil: You there, sir, sorry to bother you but I’ve been trying to find Mr Ward for some time and he must now be here so you don’t mind telling me where he is do you?

Crew member: No idea where he is, sorry.

Virgil: Ok, you know what, let’s just cut to the chase. Go get me Saint Patty.

The man looked up at Virgil with a raised eyebrow and an appraising expression.

Crew member: I haven’t got time to be your errand boy, I’m busy if you haven’t noticed.

Virgil is taken aback by this crew member who seems to think far too highly of himself.

Virgil: Er, excuse me, but do you know who I am? I may have only just started here but I’m one of the wrestlers on the roster of SCW. I have plenty of things that I need to deal with tonight and getting back chat of some backstage hand, off some jumped up office, some nobody of the SCW world is not what I need right now.

At these words, the man sits back on the edge of the table, rests the clipboard across his knee and allows Virgil to continue.

Virgil: I don’t need to be distracted from you like I didn’t need the distraction from Saint Patty, so I suggest you got find Saint Patty before I not only take his name to Mr Ward but yours as well.

Another stagehand turns up with some paperwork on his own clipboard and holds it up to the guy, whilst also holding out a pen. The main stagehand takes the pen and begins to have a read of the paperwork and then applies his signature to it.

Virgil: Oh I see. Ignore the wrestler now is it. Let me tell you I’m not any ordinary wrestler, I like to really hurt people and make them tap and if I don’t get your complete attention now then you’ll find out firsthand what it feels like.

The guy finishes his signature as the stagehand takes the clipboard back.

Stagehand: Thank you Mr Underwood.

Virgil’s eyes widen suddenly as his face drops. Christian Underwood turns to Virgil and folds his arms staring right into Virgil’s eyes. Virgil’s lips move a little bit but no words are able to come out.

Christian: So ... would you care for a glass of water to wash down your foot?

Back at ringside...

Simone: Oh hell no, did he just think our boss was a...

Adams: Biiiiiiig mistake



Justin Decent.: “Ladies and Gentleman, coming to the ring at this time from Chicago, Illinois, she is…

…MISTY!!!!!”

The lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, when Misty appears from backstage. She looks around the crowd, feeding off of their energy. She makes her way to the ring, slowly at first, then goes at a full run. She slides in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, she jumps onto the corner turnbuckle, pumping her arms to excite the crowd. Once she has their attention, she jumps down and walks over to the ring announcer, asking for a microphone. He hands her one, and she heads to the center of the ring where she signals for the crowd to quiet down. They give her their full attention.

Misty: Before this match starts, I’d like to send a message to someone in the locker room

The crowd stays quiet, not sure how this is going to go.

Misty: I want this person to listen VERY close to everything I say right now. I am in no way challenging this person, though I would if given the chance

Misty stares towards the backstage entrance with an evil smile.

Misty: So…Blade Alexander…

The crowd immediately erupts in a chorus of boos.

Misty:I watched your promo this week and there are just a few things I have to say in response to everything you said. You like to run your mouth an awful lot it seems, and well, I always like to put my two cents in, especially when I feel as though you were directing certain comments at me and my family. Do you really think that just because I have kids and a family of my own that that makes me any less of a wrestler than you? I’m not the stereotypical female wrestler, and I’d be more than willing to show you first hand, but I’m sure you’d consider that ‘boring’ right?”

The crowd laughs.

Misty:I am just as dedicated, if not MORE, then you at being the best that I can be and showing these people just what I am capable of. Just because I have a family outside of this business, does not mean I’m not capable of being a devoted wrestler just like you! So keep running your mouth. Keep thinking that this is YOUR company, because I have news for you…IT’S NOT! And I bet anything that if you try and tell the bosses how they should run this place, you might not like the outcome. Las Vegas isn’t your city, Blade. Your only one person in this city. One person who I’m betting is now on the hit list of most of the roster. I’d watch your back, Blade. You’re a lot more confident than you should be!

Misty tosses the mic back to the ring announcer and then waits for her opponents.

Justin Decent: “Out next in this triple threat match hailing from Henderson, NV, she is

KITTIE!!!!!!

The lights in the arena fade out as a blue glow overtakes the stage. Blue whirls take over the screen, and smoke lifts up from the stage. The smoke whirls around, and “Broken Pieces” by Aocalyptica plays. A gust of wind blows papers, and signs across the stage. Kittie walks out onto the stage. Her black eye liner drips slightly down her face, as if done on purpose. Her face is very solemn as she just stands there. She looks up to the rafters and slowly looks back down. The arena lights come back on, changed to blue, and the smoke rises once more, whirling around. She walks down to the ring, this time, with energy in each step. She gets to the head of the ring, and slides in underneath the bottom rope. She quickly walks to each turnbuckle and glares out into the audience, shouting at each fan that goes out of their way to shout and cat call toward her.

Justin Decent: And the final contestant hailing from Akron, Ohio, accompanied by ‘Sxxxy’ Shane Boswell, she is the beautiful

FANTASIA!!!!!

"I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no"

The fiery red headed vixen steps out onto the stage in a black, lace robe and high heels. The crowd cheers and whistles. Accompanied by Sxxxy Shane Boswell, Fantasia struts down the ramp and to where the ring, joining her opponent. Fantasia slips off her robe and the cheers intensify as she reveals herself to be wearing a two-piece, black and pink lingerie.

Justin Decent: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat Belle of the Brawl Hardcore match. There will be no disqualification and anything goes.”

Misty Vs Fantasia Vs Kittie - Belle Of The Brawl Hardcore Match

DING-DING-DING!!!

The bell rings and Fantasia quickly rolls out of the ring and letting Misty and Kittie to tie up in the ring. However instead Misty irish whips Kittie and Kittie launches herself over the top rope onto Fantasia and both women go to the floor. Misty slides out of the ring and smiles as she grabs a hold of Kittie and ddt’s her onto the mat and looks to ddt Fantasia but she counters it lifting Misty up and tossing her onto Kittie. Pulling the ring apron up she looks under the ring grabbing a few choice weapons and tossing them into the ring. Holding onto a trash can lid she goes to hit Kittie in the head and is met by a drop kick from the hardcore kitten herself.

Simone: God damn!

Adams: Someone's gonna need a dentist in the morning

Getting back up Kittie drags Fantasia into the ring and smiles out at the crowd as she slams Fantasia’s head with a big elbow. Sliding into the ring and lifting Fantasia up she irish whips Fantasia into the corner and charges the corner only for Fantasia to dodge at the last second and reverse monkey flip Kittie out of the corner. Taunting the crowd and getting a reaction of boos, Fantasia turns around to a shot to the head from the trash can lid and Misty.

Adams: Where do we get all these trash can lids from?

Fantasia falls against the ropes and bounces back into the home run swing from Misty with the trash can lid straight to the face. Misty lifts Fantasia up and ddt’s her onto the trash can lid followed up with a spear attempt on Kittie, but Kittie counters, turning the spear into a bulldog. Picking up Misty, Kittie sends her back to the mat with a German suplex, and leaps up, quickly climbing the turnbuckles and leaping off with a cross body splash to a stunned Misty who was staggering on her feet. She goes for the pin and Drew Patton drops down to count.

1…

2…

Fantasia comes in grabbing Kittie by the head and slamming it against the mat, causing her to roll off of Misty and break up the count.

Simone: I thought we had a winner there

Fantasia grabs a chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring and grabs Misty as she irish whips her into the ropes, and as Misty comes running back to her, drops Misty face first into the chair with a drop toe hold. Fantasia turns around and goes to lift Kittie up and gets poked in the eye.

Adams: That's just wrong! People so need those things to see!

Kittie Slams Fantasia’s face over and over into the steel chair as Misty gets up and slides out of the ring, looking under the ring and pulls out a roulette wheel and laughs as she tosses it in the ring and pulls out a medium sized black bag. She opens it and puts her hand in, and smiles as she pulls it out, and shows poker chips in her hand. Closing the bag, she puts it under the closest turnbuckle to her and slides into the ring to only be clotheslined back out of the ring, landing against the guard rail, causing a fan to drop his beer on her

Simone: Wasting beer now

Adams: Screw that WET T-SHIRT CONTEST! WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO

Fantasia grabs Misty in a headlock and connects with the Harsh Reality and goes for a pin.

1…

2…..

2.9888… kick out!!!!

As Patton is bringing his hand down to the mat Misty gets a shoulder up just inches from the third hand slap.

Simone: Is that three?

Adams: Not unless two just became three

Fantasia getting slightly frustrated, grabs the roulette wheel thrown in and starts slamming it repeatedly over Misty’s head, eventually breaking the wheel in half. Fantasia picks Misty up again letting out a scream as she goes for Harsh Reality a second time but is met by Kittie and a missile drop kick off the middle turnbuckle, sending Fantasia to the mat and she follows up with rolling out of the ring onto the floor. Kittie grabs Misty and nails a spike ddt goes for a pin.

1…

2…

Kick out!!!!

As Kittie stands up frustrated, Misty surprises her with a roll up pin of her own

1…

2…

Kitties rolls out and kicks Misty in the face.

Simone: Blatent kick to the face

Outside Kittie and Fantasia start throwing fists at each other back and forth. Neither wanting to back down. Suddenly Fantasia blocks Kittie’s first and grabs a nearby fans hotdog covered in ketchup and mustard and rubs it hard across her eyes. Kittie lets out a cry as Fantasia starts to punch Kittie hard, and then whips her into a ring post. Kittie, barely able to see, stops herself before running into the ring post.

Adams: That coulda caused all kinda damage to the upper region there.

Simone: Jason!

Adams: What? She coulda hurt her shoulders!

Fantasia goes to run at her, and at the last second Kittie dodges out of the way as Fantasia face plants into the ring post. Kittie wipes her eyes clean with her top and grabs Fantasia and rolls her into the ring as Mist is climbing into the ring from the other side. Kittie climbs up onto the ring apron and pulls herself up onto the top rope and spring boards into Misty with a Spear and gets up walking over to the corner grabbing the bag of poker chips and spins it around before connecting hard with Fantasia’s head.

Simone: That almost slapped the make up off her face

Adams: And cousin Shane would not have been happy with that!

Grabbing Fantasia, Kittie lands the Kat’s Kradle and holds the bridge to maintain a pin as Patton counts.

1….

2…..

3…..

Patton connects with the third slap and immediately calls for the bell, ending the match and giving Kittie the first Bombshell victory in SCW History.

The winner of the match, by pinfall…. KITTIE!!!!!!!!!!

Simone: The men's division better watch out, cause these ladies know how to throw down!

Adams: Yeah, I was impressed with what I saw.

Simone: From a man's point of view or wrestlers point of view

Adams: Both! I'm a male and I was a wrestler.



Darkness falls throughout the arena. What seems like an eternity passes before any sound, other then the rustling and chatter from the audience is heard.

"Sin City Wrestling...Get ready. I'm coming, and I have my eyes on my first victim. You won't know who. You won't know when or how. Just know that I'm on my way."

The man's eerie warning is followed by low maniacal laughing. The lights return shortly after, leaving everyone confused and on edge.

Simone: Who in the hell was that?!?!

Adams: I don't know but I think I'm gonna have nightmares tonight



Outside of the Women’s Locker Room, Misty is seen with her fiancé, Spike Staggs as he is helping to clean a slight wound from her Belle of the Brawl match earlier in the evening. She winces slightly as he dabs at the corner of her eyebrow.

Spike: “Misty, I’m telling you, we went for popcorn when that happened. She didn’t see it, everything is fine. And this isn’t that bad. If she sees it, you can tell her you bumped into a door or something.”

Misty winces once more before batting Spike’s hand away from her eyebrow, before turning a look to him that suggests she is slightly irritable.

Misty: “Yeah, that’s believable. I’d sound like the victim of a domestic dispute, or a complete airhead.”

Spike: “Or, you could tell her aunt Kittie did it. Your choice…”

As soon as Misty starts to double think her response, an ever familiar voice chime in from a few feet down the hallway.

“Well, well, well… Just the mum I was looking for…”

Misty’s annoyed expression turns to one of joy as she turns to see “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward come to stand right in front of the pair, carrying a small package in his hand. She wraps her arms around him happily as he returns the hug. Spike stands there, eying the two with a look as if he smells something funny as his nostrils flare.

HS:“Great to see you on the active roster, Misty.”

He turns to face Spike, a bit of a smirk on his face.

HS:“But I meant this mum. Come hear ya old sadist bastard.”

As HS extends his free hand toward him, Spike exchanges a look that might very well kill. He hesitantly shakes his hand, but lacking any sign of enthusiasm. Misty stares at Spike, nudging him slightly. She whispers to him softly, but enough to be heard.

Misty: “That was four years ago. You are alright now. Let it be.”

Spike stands his ground, offering a simple, emotionless reply of, “Mark, good to see you.”

HS: “Yeah, yeah. I been looking for you all night. Got something for you.”

Spike looks at the extended package and hesitantly accepts it. Misty wraps her arms around him as she looks between the package and his expression. Spike neatly and slowly unwraps it. Once the wrapping is off, he finds a white box. Opening it, his face turns even more sour at what is inside. He pulls out a classic looking white apron, with bold black lettering of “Mr. Mom” imprinted on the chest.

Misty and Mark share a laugh as Spike obliges with a mild chuckle. He even takes it one step further, putting the apron on over his shoulders, leaving the back untied.

Spike: “Yeah, because I’m a stay at home dad. It’s… funny.”

He forces a fake smile on his face. Misty kisses his cheek gently.

Misty: “I have to go, but it was great seeing you Mark.”

She rubs Spike’s chest, over the lettering with a smile.

Misty: “I will see you in a minute, babe.”

Spike leans down and kisses her, his fake smile still intact. He watches as she leaves, waving for just a second in the process. HS follows suit, his genuine smile never fading, before the two simultaneously lock eyes in a heated stare down. The tension is so thick between the two in the awkward silence. HS breaks the gaze first, staring at the apron.

HS: “I think it fits. You wear it well, bud.”

He chuckles, but Spike’s fake smile is far from present as he continues to burn a hole through HS. He takes just a step closer, asserting his height advantage, to no affect other than HS raising his gaze a little.

HS: “Did you see what else was in that box?:

Spike: “Yeah, I tried to say it nicely before, but since it seems to have been too subtle, let me say the one word you aren’t used to hearing. NO. And if that is still too subtle, I can tell you exactly where you can shove that contract if you’d like.”

HS’s smile fades just a notch.

HS: “You mean you are still hung up over the whole chair incident from GXW?”

Spike looks down his nose at HS, a scowl has overtaken his face by this point.

Spike: “An elephant stands a better chance of forgetting something like that than I do. The one time a friend had something you didn’t, you had to sneak up on him with a steel chair, and take it away. If I don’t remember my own name, I will still remember that night, Mark.”

HS nods, as if to actually understand where Spike is coming from.

HS: “Fair enough. You aren’t interested. I can take that. Hell, I can even accept the insult to my character. But, I just have to say, you know how to rock an apron.”

Spike pinches both sides of it as if to push the Mr. Mom logo in HS’s face in a display of pride. He turns slightly to walk off backward, keeping an eye on HS.

HS smiles and politely waves at Spike.

HS: “The leg is lookin’ good, bud.”

Hot Stuff's face changes to a darker look, slowly shaking his head as Spike moves away

HS: If he knew me at all, he knows I ALWAYS get what I want.

As Hot Stuff turns to walk away, a very angry looking Tom Dudely stands in his way.

Dudely: You saw what happened out there Mark

HS: If I didn't I'd be a damn shitty boss

Dudely: Something needs to be done Mark, I want Wyatt to get hold of Saint Patty now!

HS: Tom, you've been in this business for a while you know how this works. I'm not giving away this match on the cheap, it's made for say, a supercard?

Tom nods slowly

HS: But here we go, I'll help you out, next week, I have Saint Patty put in a one on one match, how about I give Wyatt a chance to control Patty's fate, by making him the special guest referee?

Tom looks at Hot Stuff and nods and walks away. Hot Stuff mutters under his breath

HS: Tom better teach that boy to count to three.



Backstage interview area, Pussy Willow is standing next to Synn, Gabriel and Despayre.

Despayre: I'm Despayre! This is Angel! What's your name?

PW: My name is Pussy W...

Despayre gasps and eyes and mouth open wide and leans in to Gabriel

Despayre: Does that count for the swear jar?

Gabriel slowly shakes his head

Gabriel: No

Despayre looking around Pussy Willow

Despayre: Where are your toys?

PW: What toys?

Despayre: Gabe here says you have a couple of big fun bags

Gabriel pulls his collar

Gabriel: Anyway...

PW: Yes, Anyway, I wanted to ask you about your upcoming match against Team Viagra.

Gabriel: Team Viagra. I think they now know what they're dealing with. I think they now see that Despayre and I will live up to our hype. You see, having the tag of being the best tag team in SCW is enough to put the pressure on anyone, but I think we're about to go out there and prove why we are the best team in Vegas. It's just really such a shame for Virgil and Eddie G. They've come here, known by no one, trying to make a name for themselves, and unfortunately, they find themselves against a team with a name. The simple truth is Team Viagra will struggle tonight, they will not step up to the plate, they will not come close to beating us... I mean seriously, how do you prepare to face Despayre?

Despayre moves Angel closer to the camera

Gabriel: You can't, simple as, This will not be an easy night for you gentlemen, I can promise you that, and I can promise you that Despayre and I will be walking out of here in pole position for the SCW Tag Team titles.

Gabriel and Synn stroll away, the camera moves in towards Despayre and Angel.

Despayre: I agree Angel, why would you need a blue pill while you have those

Despayre points Angel towards Pussy Willow's chest as the camera fades out



The camera cuts to the ring where Justin Decent stands again in the center of the ring with a beaming yet devilish smirk on his handsome face. He brushes his long hair back across his bare shoulder and brings the house microphone to his lips.

Justin Decent: Well our night together is almost at an end but before we have our main event threesome, we have four men ready to go at it. Up next is our Texas Tornado!

The fans inside of the building cheer.

Simone: Did he really have to introduce this match in such a vulgar style?

Adams:: Have you heard his name?

'Money in the Bank' hits the PA system with Virgil and Eddie G making their way out from behind the curtains, both men make their way to the top of the ramp and raise their arms as they look out to the crowd.

Justin Decent: Introducing first, making their way to the ring! At a combined weight of five hundred and eighty one pounds, Virgil and Eddie G ...

Team Viagra!

Virgil raises his index and middle finger to form the V sign as Eddie points out to a few members of the crowd, the two men then turn to face each other as they double high five and then turn to walk down the ramp. Virgil and Eddie walk side by side down the ramp as they focus on the ring, Eddie loosens up his shoulders on the way down. As the two men make it to the bottom of the ring Eddie goes around the corner and makes his way up the steel steps with Virgil sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. Virgil makes his way over to the far right turnbuckle and mounts it halfway as Eddie makes his way into the ring through the gap in the middle of the ropes. Eddie makes his way over to the side of the ring and raises his arms in the air as Virgil slowly straightens up keeping his index and middle fingers raised to form a V sign on both hands with the two men posing for a few seconds. Virgil drops down as Eddie lowers his arms as the two men congregate in the middle of the ring.

Simone: These two men have a stellar reputation...

Adams: Unless you take their v team name into account.

Simone: Will you drop the Viagra jokes!?

Adams: I can't! People call me dumb but even I wouldn't have been dumb enough to call myself Viagra and not expect some feedback!

Simone: I can't believe you just said that.

Adams: Amazed that I could admit to something like that?

Simone: No I'm amazed you used a long word like feedback.

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
So come on!

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
So come on!

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

Justin Decent: Their opponents have a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty six pounds, to be accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel, they are Gabriel and Despayre...

Sinful Obsession!

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair.

Synn then brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match.

Simone: Hey hold on! Where do you think you're going?

Adams: Where do you think? I want to be the first to get that teddy bear's autograph! I heard about its popularity and if I'm first then I get bragging rights!

Jason gets up from his spot and walks over toward the Sins' corner with a sheet of paper while Belinda shakes her head.

Simone: I really should have asked who my partner was before I signed that damn contract.

Referee Jasmine St. John finishes her check on Eddie G and Virgil when she comes over and checks first a reluctant Despayre, and then while he focuses on allowing his teddy bear to sign an autograph for Jason Adams, she checks Gabriel. Jasmine orders Synn from the ring and calls all four men to the center of the ring and goes over the rules.

Simone: I don’t know why she's bothering. It’s a Texas Tornado! The rules don't exactly apply. Oh, now you're back? Did you get it?

Adams: I got it, and it’s amazing! The bear knew my name! Look!

Simone: Lord help me...

Jasmine steps back and calls for the bell ...

Sinful Obsession Vs Team Viagra - Tornado Tag Team Match

DING-DING-DING!!!

...and immediately the four men dive at each other!

Gabriel and Virgil immediately tear into one another, swinging and clubbing! They lock their arms around each other in a Greco tie up and fall to the mat! Rolling around on the mat they swing and batter, fighting for the upper hand as the fans cheer them on! And amazingly, Gabriel's partner Despayre is challenging the much larger of the two opponents in Eddie G!

The 341 pounder charges the much smaller man and swings for a clothesline that would have ended things before they even have a chance to begin. Despayre ducks under the decapitating maneuver and as Eddie runs past him, Despayre turns and jumps on his opponent's wide back and starts driving fists into his head!

Adams: *laughs* Will you look at that little guy go!

Simone: Is he *trying* to lose this match for his team? You'd think Gabriel and he would have went after each others' opponents to make things somewhat more even. Eddie G looks like he could have swallowed Despayre.

The fans are laughing and cheering as Despayre rains his wild blows down into Eddie G, while the bigger man staggers around the ring without being taken off of his feet.

Across the ring, Gabriel and Virgil have made their way back to their feet and Virgil is cranking on a side headlock, really putting the pressure on Gabriel's neck. Gabriel backs him against the ropes and then whips him off, breaking the hold. Virgil comes off and collides with Gabriel in a shoulder block, but neither man moves. Gabriel nods and pats his shoulder and Virgil runs back into the ropes and they hit again, and again no man moves.

"Come on!" Gabriel yells and Virgil runs back a third time but this time when he comes across the ring, Gabriel jumps up and hits him flush with a sling blade lariat!

Adams: Whoa! That was a beauty!

Virgil goes down and Gabriel scrambles to make the cover, hooking the leg!

1.....

2.....Virgil kicks out!

Simone: Too early, but it was still a smart move. Don't waste time, just try for the pin whenever you can.

Eddie G has had enough and he reaches back behind him and grabs two big handfuls of Despayre's long hair and he snaps him off over his shoulder, slamming him into the mat. Eddie G then bounces off of the near ropes and goes for a body splash but Despayre rolls out of the way and Eddie crashes. Despayre grabs his arm and turns him over in an Oklahoma roll for the pin!

1.....Eddie G powers out fast!

Simone: I don't see Despayre being able to pin someone as big and powerful as Eddie G. At least not without an assist.

Despayre pulls him up and goes to Irish whip him into the ropes but Eddie G reverses it and sends him into the ropes instead. Despayre comes off and ducks a swing, then rebounds off of the opposite side. He jumps for a high cross body but Eddie catches him and turns it into a sidewalk slam, driving the smaller man down!

Adams: Ouch! You can barely see that little guy under Eddie G's mass!

Simone: I said it wasn't smart for that particular pairing.

This time it's Eddie G making a cover and he hooks the near leg.

1.....

2.....Despayre squirms out!

The fans applaud as Eddie looks a little surprised.

Adams: Hey he shouldn't be too shocked. Despayre's little but it’s hard as hell just to get hold of him, let alone keep his shoulders on the mat.

Gabriel snapmares Virgil over and then delivers a sliding clothesline to the back of his head. Gabriel takes him by the legs and falls backward, catapulting Virgil over but Gabriel keeps hold of him and rolls back with the maneuver, turning it into a one leg Boston crab.

Simone: Gotta give the magician credit. He may be flashy and all, but I've never seen a move like that before.

Adams: Yeah he's always pulling something out of his hat.

Simone: You just had to go there didn't you?

Virgil grimaces but he’s not about to give up, and Gabriel changes tactics and turns the one leg crab into an STF, cinching Virgil’s body even tighter.

Eddie G grabs Despayre and scoops him up and slams him down with force! He turns back and sees his partner in trouble and he comes over and clubs Gabriel in the back of the head, breaking it up. Eddie pulls Gabriel up by the throat and lifts him up over his head in a true display of power with a military press. He walks around the ring and then just drops Gabriel throat-first across the top rope. Gabriel falls back hard, gagging and holding his throat and Eddie steps back and allows Virgil to make the cover.

1…..

2….. Gabriel kicks out!

TV both grab hold of Gabriel’s arms and send him into the ropes. Eddie G catches Gabriel with a spine buster and Virgil comes off the ropes himself with a legdrop right across that throat. Eddie G this time makes the cover.

1…..

2….. Despayre appears from out of nowhere and breaks it up!

Simone: The teamwork is starting to show on both teams’ parts.

Before Eddie can intervene, Despayre has hold of Virgil and is dragging him right out of the ring beneath the bottom rope.

Simone: Now where does he think he’s going?

Adams: What is that? One of those Zen riddles?

This leaves Eddie G and Gabriel inside of the ring. Eddie drags him up and sends him into a corner. Eddie then charges in after him but Gabriel side steps the assault and Eddie crashes into the corner and hangs halfway over the turnbuckle. Gabriel runs up the corner and leaps off, dropping a leg across the back of Eddie’s neck and sending the big man toppling to the floor.

Simone: I guess it was just a matter of time before Jasmine lost control of this one.

Gabriel drops off the apron and starts laying in the forearms to the back of Eddie G’s head when Eddie powers him off and slams him back against the barricade. Eddie hits Gabriel with his own forearm shot, following up with a headbutt. Eddie then backs up and goes for a lariat but Gabriel ducks and heaves the big man over the barricade and into the first row with a backdrop!

Adams: Scatter! Wide load!

Simone: Those fans better get the hell out of the way! It’s never a good idea to stay close when there are two big beefcakes going at it!

Adams: I wonder if anyone has ever referred to Gabriel as ‘beefcake’ before?

Gabriel looks to Eddie who is returning to his feet and he quickly jumps up onto the apron, and then vaults onto the top of the corner facing away.

Adams: What is he…?

Simone: Oh he is NOT….

Gabriel jumps back and moonsaults over, crashing right into Eddie G right in the front row! The fans are on their feet now and cheering!

“SCW! SCW! SCW!”

Despayre has Virgil by the head and slams his face into the ring apron. He then goes for an Irish whip into the steps but Virgil reverses it and sends Despayre into the steel hard enough that he sends the little guy flying right over them and onto the floor! Despayre slowly gets up, holding his mid-section, and Virgil jumps off of the steps and connects with a flying lariat! Virgil pulls him up and rolls him back inside of the ring and follows. He makes the cover and hooks the leg.

1…..

2…..

3-No! Despayre kicks out!

Virgil stares at Jasmine before going back to work on his opponent. He pulls him up and sends him into the far corner, following right in with a Shining wizard to the side of the head. Despayre staggers out of the corner and Virgil rebounds from the ropes and hits a bulldog, planting him face first! Virgil rolls him over and hooks the leg again!

1…..

2…..

3-No! Again Despayre gets the shoulder up!

Adams: Give that little guy props! He is not willing to just give it up!

Security backs the fans away from their scattered seats as Gabriel grabs Eddie G but before he can do anything, Eddie picks him up and delivers a spine buster right into the seats of two chairs!

Simone: Eddie G is showing off the power now! If he takes full control, the Sins might fall in their first match back together.

Eddie grabs Gabriel by his hair and dumps him over to the ringside floor, then steps over the barrier, following. Eddie picks him up in position for a body slam and runs him forward into the steel post. Eddie then dumps Gabriel onto the apron and climbs in after him. Eddie Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him with a spinebuster, jackknifing him in half for the pin.

1…..

2….. Gabriel kicks out!

Simone: Team Viagra has taken full control here. If the Sins don’t do something here soon this won’t be a victory celebration they’ll be enjoying.

Eddie and Virgil look to each other and nod. They each grab their respective opponent and send him into opposite corners from each other. Eddie grabs Gabriel and Virgil grabs Despayre. They call out to one another and Irish whip Gabriel and Despayre into one another in the center of the ring. The two Sins bring their hands up, blocking it, and Eddie and Virgil charge at them, arms extended. At the last possible moment, Gabriel and Despayre duck and Eddie accidentally clotheslines Virgil!

Adams: Whoa! Big mistake right there on Team Viagra’s part!

Eddie looks down in shock at his error, then turns around and doubles Gabriel over with a boot to the gut. He grabs Gabriel in a front facelock but Despayre leapfrogs onto Gabriel’s back and grabs Eddie by the head and bites him right on the face! The fans cheer!

Adams: *laughs* Well we always knew that guy was unorthodox!

Eddie G shouts in pain and flays and Despayre leaps off of Gabriel’s back! Eddie holds his face and Gabriel jumps up and delivers a double knee jawbreaker!

Adams: Believe This! He got it!

Eddie goes down and Gabriel hooks the leg!

1…..

2…..

Virgil goes to break it up but Despayre crashes right into him with a spear to prevent it!

3!

The fans cheer as Synn slaps the apron and nods in approval, climbing into the ring.

Justin stands up from his ringside seat with the microphone.

The winners of the match, by pinfall....SINFUL OBSESSION!

Synn hands Despayre back Angel and the team joins hands and raises their arms in victory as the fans cheer them on



The scene opens up with a knock on a door, labeled The Office Of… “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward. An agitated HS makes his way to the door, opening it. When he does, he doesn’t see anyone outside, but instead he sees a 10 cubed foot box wrapped in “Happy Birthday” themed red and yellow wrapping paper, as well as a bow, and an oversized card. A sly smirk comes across his face as he folds open the card.

“’When I saw this, I thought of you. Sorry it’s a little late XOXO’… It’s about bloody time!”

His smile only grows more as he reaches over to the bow, tugging at it and pulling the bulk of the paper off with it. As soon as he does, much to his surprise, he sees not what he thought it would be, or rather who it would be, but a platform, with a stripper pole attached. Around the top of the package is a small set of red flashing lights and a speaker that begins playing “Cherry Bomb” by The Runaways. The woman is wearing a white top with red sequins garnishing her ample bosom in the shape of cherries, and her hair even brighter red than the top. As she begins lightly dancing on the pole, there is a tap on his shoulder.

“Surprise, surprise Mister Boss Man.”,

A feminine voice says coming from behind. As he turns around, a finger rests upon his lips, and the tall, dark, and sexy Angelica leans in close, almost whispering

Angelica:“I thought we could enjoy this one together, but first…”

Angelica unbuttons her top to reveal a matching sequin studded top. She stretches out her long leg toward the stage, stepping up onto it slowly, then the other. She gently places her hand on the pole, moving opposite the dancer in a slow circle before hooking her leg around it. The redhead slowly leans down in a very low kneeling position as Angelica leaps up onto the pole, spinning just once before using the leverage to turn upside down, slowly lowering herself to meet eyes with the redhead. She leans in, grabbing Angelica’s face as their lips prepare to meet slowly. Just then, Angelica pulls away, giggling before rolling herself off of the pole. She slowly crawls toward HS, a sly smile of her own spread from ear to ear.

HS: “Why the hell did you stop, Ange?”

Hot Stuff says in a bit of frustration. This only causes Angelica to giggle a bit more.

Angelica: “This… was just the preview. The real action isn’t fit for television.”

She winks as she moves her legs from the stage, slowly stepping off and steps close to HS, placing her fingers on his top button.

Angelica: “I just inked my wrestling contract tonight, and I wanted to celebrate.”

HS:“Oh?”

Angelica sighs, and pats his cheek.

Angelica:“I know they say two’s company, but I think three is a party. What do you say we celebrate in style after the show tonight? It’s Vegas baby!”

The redhead follows the two into the office, as Hot Stuff shuts the door with a smile on his face. Hot Stuff's voice is heard behind the door

HS: Damn it's good to be the boss. God I've missed this woman!



Going backstage we have Ms. Rocky Mountains standing next to JT Underwood just moments before the main event.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Ladies and Gentleman, I am backstage with SCW’s first signed wrestler, JT Underwood. JT, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have put you in the main event against a established second generation wrestler and a former Football player from Canada. What is going through your mind knowing that the very future of SCW is on your shoulders?”

JT Underwood: “Ms. Mountains, whats going threw my mind as far as being booked in the first Main Event in SCW history, and being forced to wrestle the biggest match of my career so far? It is quite simple, I don’t care if Blade is a fourth generation wrestler and been in this business for twenty years, I was trained by Matt Ward. DJ is coming into this as a true underdog, because he doesn’t seem to have any wrestling background at all, and that is dangerous for both Blade and myself. Not sure that was the best business decision by either of the owners, but all of that aside, I am here after all to wrestle and set the standard for what is expected.”

JT's excitement and intensity can be clearly seen in his face and his body language as he starts bouncing around a little bit getting the blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

JT Underwood: “These fans are why I do this. They love what we do and I love what I do. So if I can make myself happy, by wrestling an amazing match, and giving these great people everything I got, then you as my witness, that is exactly what the hell I’m going to do.”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “JT do you think you will be able to secure a debuting win in SCW?”

Starting to stretch a little bit JT listens to Ms. Mountains question intently, and thinks carefully before responding.

JT Underwood: “Honestly, win or lose I am here to make a impact. I do feel I have what it takes to get the win tonight and make a great impact turning me into the face of SCW. Scratch that, I know I have what it takes to get the win, even if the odds are stacked against me.”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Well there you have it. Very confident words from a very confident young and upcoming wrestler. Good luck bringing down the house with a phenomenal performance from you JT.”

JT Underwood: “Thanks Ms. Rocky Mountains, and as long as I can feed off these fans, then I will guarantee to make it the match of the night.”

JT Underwood and Ms. Mountains part ways as Matt Ward comes into the scene and pats JT on the back.

Matt Ward: “Let’s go debut the future of the wrestling world to the SCW Fans.”

Both men smile as they start to head towards the ring.



Justin Decent: The following match is a triple threat! First to the ring from Halifax, NS, Canada, standing at six foot one and weighing at two-hundred and thirty pounds. He is...

BLADE ALEXANDER!!!

"Brithright" (Birthwrong mix) by Celldweller ft. Blue Stahli plays as Blade Alexander walks down the ramp.

Adams: They call this guy The Prodigy.

Simone: Yes, that is because he is a second generation star after his dad Zavier Alexander. Blade. like his dad, has an impressive list of accomplishments and title reigns.

Justin Decent: And his opponent from Long Beach, California, standing at six foot two and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds...

D.J "D-BLOCK" WILLIAMS!!!

"Shook Ones" by Mobb Deep begins slowly playing over the P.A. The crowd begins to buzz and boo as they know who is about to come through the curtains. On the screen flashes the name "D-Block." The fans emotions grow even more intense at this sight. the entrance remains calm for a few more minutes, until finally D.J Williams emerges from the back. This brings most fans to their feet with more hatred towards this talented man. D.J stops at the top of the entrance with his arms crossed, and soaks up all the emotions from the fans. A big smile comes across his face, as he just loves and feeds off this buzz. He slowly starts toward the ring. Taunting and messing with a few of the fans by the railings. He reaches the ring and climbs up to the apron. He takes a look in both directions at the fans one last time, and then he leaps the top ropes into the ring.

Simone: Williams is a former professional football player, but we'll see if he can prove himself as a wrestler tonight.

Justin Decent: Finally, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at six foot one and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds...

JT UNDERWOOD!!!

"Scream, Aim, Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine starts blaring and the lights start going crazy flashing on and off as Justin Underwood steps out onto the stage. Justin begins walking down to the ring as the lights start to slow down, but still keep flashing. As Justin reaches the ring, he pulls himself up onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope flipping over it and landing in the ring. Justin does some quick stretches while waiting for the match to start.

Adams: This guy is planning on building a legacy, and he says he's starting tonight! You know Belinda, I am a builder myself.

Simone: Oh really ?

Adams: That's right. I was bored one day, so i built a fort made of cardboard boxes.

Simone: (Sarcastically) That's wonderful.

DJ Williams Vs JT Underwood Vs Blade Alexander - Triple Threat Match

DING-DING-DING!!!

Underwood goes runs to Williams, but is stopped as Williams hits a low dropkick to Underwood's legs, bringing him to the ground.

Simone: Smart move by Williams.

Williams gets up and grabs Underwood by the legs but his caught off guard by a dropkick. Williams falls to the ground, as Alexander runs to the ropes. Williams staggers to his feet as Alexander is running at him. Underwood quickly gets up and stops Alexander mid-run with a powerful clothesline. Williams then follows up with an elbow drop to Alexander.

Simone: D-Block almost got his head taken off by that clothesline.

Adams: Yeah, I think he might have a concoction.

Simone: Don't you mean concussion ?

Adams: Thats what i said.

Simone: (sighs) I apologize then.

Williams gets to his feet and stands face to face with Underwood. He slaps Underwood in the face, as Underwood returns with a slap of his own. They trade shots until Underwood blocks a punch from Williams, and then delivers a knee to the gut of Williams. Williams slouches over his stomach as Underwood grabs him and executes a DDT.

Simone: Underwood on a roll right now.

Adams: The only one that is rolling is Williams. As in he is rolling in pain. You see what I did there?

Simone: Yes...Yes I did.

Underwood goes to for the pin on Williams, but is quickly pulled off by Alexander. Underwood hops to his feet and is struck by a forearm from Alexander. The shot dazes Underwood and allows Alexander to whip him into the ropes. He hits the ropes and runs back as Alexander bends over to take Underwood over in a back drop, Underwood stops and kicks the bent over Alexander in the chest. Underwood then grabs Alexander by his head and locks in a side head lock.

Simone: Blade Alexander isnt looking like quite the prodigy right now.

Williams gets to his feet as Alexander throws an elbow to the ribs of Underwood and pushes him off, sending him running towards Williams, as Williams delivers a clothesline to Underwood. Alexander then hits Williams with a clothesline of his own, and goes to pin him.

Simone: This could be it !

1!

.

.

.

2!

.

.

.

...Williams kicks out...

Alexander then crawls over to Underwood, and attempts to pin him.

1!

.

.

.

2!

.

.

.

...Underwood kicks out...

Adams: Blade couldn't get the pin on either of them!

Simone: Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Adams: No problem, Captain Crunch.

Alexander gets up over Williams, without seeing that Underwood has gotten up behind him. Alexander steps back waiting for Williams to get up, but he steps back into the grasp of Underwood, who takes him back in a German Suplex. Underwood bounces up and turns to see that WIlliams is trying to get up. Underwood walks to the kneeling Williams and executes a violent powerbomb.

Simone: I think Williams isnt going to be able to compete after that powerbomb.

Underwood goes for the pin on Williams.

1!

.

.

.

2!

.

.

.

...Alexander pulls Williams off...

Adams: Ooooh, so close!

Underwood jumps up but is grabbed by Alexander in a lock up on his way up. The two tussle but Underwood pushes Alexander back breaking the lock. The two stare at each other for a moment before Alexander is taken back in a school boy pin by Williams.

1!

.

.

.

2!

.

.

.

...Underwood breaks the pin...

Simone: Williams almost takes the victory, with a sneaky roll up from out of nowhere.

All three get back up to their feet and move around slowly, watching each others every move. Underwood and Williams move towards each other slowly. Alexander sees that they are going for each other and steps in to the corner of the ring to rest up against the turnbuckle. Underwood and Williams ignore him as they lock up. Williams sends a knee to the gut of Underwood, and then sends him down to the mat with a DDT.

Simone: Smart stragety of Alexander, to just rest in the corner.

Williams bounces up after that move with a cocky grin on his face. Alexander runs up behind Williams to catch him off guard but Williams side steps which causes Alexander to run head first into the turnbuckle. Williams immediately grabs him from behind and takes Alexander back in a Reverse DDT, as he then hooks the leg for a pin

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Adams: It seems like this match will never end.

Simone: Yes, the tables keep turning to favor each superstar. Looks like this race is going to have a photo finish.

Adams: This a wrestling match, not a race...Genuis.

Underwood grabs Williams by the head to lift him up, but Williams quickly counters with an uppercut. He throws multiple elbows to the side of Underwoods head, until Underwood his up against the ropes. Williams takes a couple steps back and then shoots at Underwood with a clothesline, sending Underwood outside of the ring.

Simone: Well, there goes Underwood's chance of winning.

Adams: You can't say that just yet!

Williams turns around as Alexander tries to approach him with a forearm smash. Williams ducks and spins around to kick Alexander in the gut. Williams grabs Alexander setting up for the One Hit Quitter. Before Williams can execute it, out of nowhere Underwood flies from the turnbuckle with a missle dropkick to both Williams and Alexander.

Adams: Wow! I did not see that one coming !

Underwood head over to Williams and picks him up. He then throws him between the ropes as Williams goes crashing down to the outside. Underwood turns around, unaware that Alexander is charging at him with a clothesline. Underwood ducks under the clothesline, Alexander bounces back and JT nails him with a sidewalk slam! Williams slides in the ring and pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, as he spins around, JT naileds him witht he Shattered Diamension! He then goes for the pin.

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Alexander tries to break the pin, but is too late.

The winner of the match, by pinfall....JT UNDERWOOD!

Adams: JT WINS!

Simone: What a great way to end our first show

As JT celebrates, Blade Alexander gets to his feet and stand behind JT. As JT turns around, Blade kicks JT in the gut and nails him with The Final Cut! The fans boo as Blade stands up and looks over at a fallen JT

Adams: What a sore loser! This one isn't over, I can tell, JT and Blade are not done with this one

Simone: Unfortunately Jason, we are for the night. Thank you for joining us on our first Sin City Wrestling show, tune in in just two short weeks for our next show. Thank you and good night.

The scene fades out with Blade Alexander standing above a fallen JT Underwood



A huge thank you to Chris, Mark, Matt, Saint Patty, Maggie, Erik and Virgil for contributing to this show, and to all our roleplayers that make the SCW possible.