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! 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! 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 But you know we can't help it But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man 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 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. font > 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.
SCW!
SCW!
SCW!
SCW!
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
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?
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
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
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"